Dao Jin knew that his skill was too low to fight against Cao Feibing, seeing this situation, he still recited the "Great Compassion Mantra" in order to suppress her evil method; Yuan Cheng took out seven or eight Dao talismans, including the Three Senses Breaking Evil Talisman, the Soul Suppression Talisman, the Hundred Evil Spell Talisman, etc., no matter what the result was, the connection continued to blast into the air. I don't know whose exercises have some function, and the blood mist suddenly weakened and tightened a few points.

Wen Feng took the opportunity to leap high in the air, and two long silk pieces flew out of his sleeves, stretching like a spiritual snake, sweeping like a waterfall, and attacking Cao Feibing. The red light in the blood baby's eyes shot towards the literary style, and first came into contact with the white silk, and the two white silk elephants touched the sea of fire, turning into flying ashes from the tail end, and quickly extending towards the literary style. Wen Feng didn't know how terrifying Cao Feibing's Blood Demon Yuan Infant was, with her cultivation, she couldn't bear it, and she was about to lose her fragrance and jade.

He Jian let out a long roar, the sound boom was natural, and the long sword in his hand also let out a loud and high-pitched sword sound. In the blink of an eye, he was as tall as the god of heaven descending into the world, and he exerted incomparable courage, and the blood mist was scattered outward like a hurricane; this sword was as vigorous as a divine dragon across the sky, as bright as the fall of the bright moon, and it had taken the natural power of the universe and gathered the power of great natural creation, which could no longer be blocked by artificiality.

Since Cao Feibing appeared, he has tiptoed and flinched, where is the slightest bit of the demeanor of a good hand, until this sword is issued, he has the courage to make the mountains look up.

The style of writing is like a father and daughter, it is his spiritual entrustment, and he can't help it! But his sword did not stab Cao Feibing's limbs, but a baby condensed by blood mist, and it was also the original spirit that Cao Feibing cultivated with evil methods. In order to save Wen Feng, he had to destroy her Blood Demon Yuan Infant.

This earth-shattering sword came first, Cao Feibing had no time to hurt the style of writing, and the blood baby's two eyes turned around, but this sword momentum was unstoppable, breaking through the blood mist, breaking through the red light and stabbing at the blood baby, this is a killer sword!

Cao Feibing's face showed a look of panic and despair, and the original hatred was also eliminated, those who practice demonic skills, if their skills are broken, they will almost be in danger, and the rest of their lives will be worse than death.

Just when the sword was about to stab the blood baby, He Jian saw the look on her face, his heart softened, the sword in his hand was slightly off, and only one of the blood baby's arms was cut off, and even the sword swept past her.

Cao Feibing roared fiercely, and slapped He Jian's back, this palm collected her decades of hatred and twelve-layer skill, even the bronze cast person was also to be crushed; He Jian was hit strongly, and fell dozens of meters forward, spilling a stream of blood, and then fell straight from the air, and the sword also flew out of his hand and fell to the ground.

"Master!" Wen Feng screamed sadly, flew over, and caught He Jian who fell. The situation leaked a thousand miles, the change was too fast, and Yuancheng and the others were stunned.

Cao Feibing was also stunned for a moment, and then collected all her strength, flew down, and landed in front of Wen Feng, "You, what's wrong with you?"

He Jian was covered in *, there was no smell at all, and his face was covered with blood. Wen Feng has always grown up under the shadow of the master, and the master is her pillar of support, seeing the master like this, her heart is panicked, and she cries out: "He is dead, you bad woman, you beat my master to death! He spared you, but you killed him, are you still human?"

Cao Feibing's face changed several times, and she lost her soul, "Dead, I'll kill him。。。。。。 Ho Lang, I killed you。。。。。。 I really killed you. ”

Yuancheng and everyone flew over, seeing her remorseful and hateful, and painful appearance, they were all a little paradoxical, didn't she fulfill her wish to taste, why was she sad? What kind of relationship did these two people have to do with each other?

Yuan Cheng suddenly felt that the clothes and behaviors of the literary style were a bit similar to Cao Feibing, and combined with the conversation between He Jian and Cao Feibing, he once understood in his heart. These two must have been a couple before, but for some reason they turned against each other, they had fought many times, Cao Feibing was invincible every time, and she was an extremely competitive person, so she was getting more and more at the top. In fact, He Jian still loves her deeply, and unconsciously turned her style into a style similar to her. It's just that Cao Feibing is stubborn and competitive, and her sex is at the peak, but her literary style doesn't understand human feelings, and her heart is like ice and snow to protect herself, so she is not the same kind of person.

Cao Feibing forced over, Wen Feng took a few steps back, and said hatefully: "What else do you want?"

Xuanyuan Po is He Jian's apprentice, and Yuancheng's relationship with the literary style is not bad, seeing that Cao Feibing will take revenge and beat He Jian to the point of survival and death, it is inevitable that he will be the same opponent, knowing that he is invincible, he also rushed over, and protected both sides of the literary style, Wang Xizhi and Shi Daojin, Bamboo Forest Seven Heroes and others also leaned over and were on guard.

Cao Feibing was in a state of confusion at this time, and had no intention of making a move, "I don't believe he's dead, let me take a look." ”

Wen Feng's tears fell on He Jian's face, he suddenly moved, and then coughed up a mouthful of blood, "Don't be afraid of the wind, I, I'm not dead." ”

Everyone was relieved one after another, he was called a good hand of Xuan origin, and even a good hand of Sun Shan, who had become a symbol, and became a god and idol of the famous scribes present today, if he was beaten to death so easily, it was really unsatisfactory. Yuancheng still wanted to ask him about Xianmen, and he would rather die like that.

"Ah Bing, you, did you beat me。。。。。。 ”

"No!" Cao Feibing's two lines of hot tears rolled down, she was completely furious at this time, like a little girl who had lost her favorite items, both panicked and sour, and didn't know what to do. "Why don't you dodge, why don't you backhand, do you really want to die?"

He Jian smiled sadly: "Haven't you always wanted to defeat me。。。。。。? Ahem, ahem, behind me, I hope you don't want to kill innocents again。。。。。。 ”

"No, you won't die, I won't let you die, I will definitely be able to save you!" Cao Feibing suddenly rushed over like crazy, pointed at the style of writing like lightning, grabbed He Jianru and flew away, and in the blink of an eye, he was dozens of meters away.

Yuan Cheng and the others were originally on guard, but when they saw He Jian waking up, there were signs of resolving the grievances between the two parties, they once put their minds at ease, and never thought that Cao Feibing's thunderous action was better than covering their ears, and snatched people away in a flash, so they couldn't help but be shocked and chased after her in a hurry. But her speed was unbelievably fast, and in a blink of an eye she was above the surface of the lake, and at a moment on the surface of the lake she reached the opposite shore, and in a few flashes she disappeared into the dense forest.

Yuancheng and the others chased her to the lake, and had to watch her annihilate, it seems that she is not hostile at the moment, and it is a good thing to let her take her to heal. At this time, a hundred years later, there was an exclamation of Wen Feng, and everyone turned back to the fire and saw that Lu Yansheng had picked up Wen Feng and flew away. I don't know when he arrived, so he ran away while the style of writing was grabbed by the acupoint.