"Whoop" a few times, Feng Caifei's tightly wrapped black yarn was all torn, along with the scarf on her face also disappeared with the wind, on her body, wearing a very peculiar long skirt, the raw material of blue and purple, with colorful rays, woven into a flying phoenix, phoenix blood-colored eyes, exuding a state of devouring blood.

The snow-white face, reflecting the wisps of light floating in, is getting more and more pale, maybe it has not been taken off the towel for more than ten years, this color is very abnormal, wind eyes, spirit nose, autumn eyebrows, cherry lips, throw away the look, this is clearly a delicate and peerless Fanghua, who would have thought that she would be Mo Junchou's junior sister, the lord of the wind clan.

As early as twenty years ago, her fame had been spread in the ancient martial arts world for a while.

But just when she was enjoying happiness, her father died and her husband died, and the tragic pain made her have to choose another path, violating the clan rules, and privately cultivating the Xuanmei Sutra.

The only thought that sustains her to live is this hatred that burns in her heart.

The man in front of her, ruined everything for her.

Mo Junchou's sword was clenched, but there was a kind of infatuation in his eyes, just like after a long absence, he met his first lover again, and there was inexplicable excitement in his heart.

"Senior sister, you are still so beautiful, and you are still so perfect."

Eighteen years later, she is still as charming as she was eighteen years ago, and he was immersed in this charm and couldn't extricate himself from it, so he did such a disaster.

"Boundless charm!"

To Mo Junchou's appreciation, Feng Caifei turned a deaf ear, but the mangcai in his eyes became more and more gentle, and the power of the Xuan Mei Jing had begun to dance, the Xuan Mei Jing was charming, once it was completed, there were few people in the world who could resist this temptation.

Aside from the power of the Xuanmei Sutra, the cultivators are all beauties with a sense of surname who have captivated the country and the city, whether it is Feng Caifei in front of him or Nie Yunqian who is practicing, they are all such people.

Mo Junchou's eyes flashed with a dazzled gaze, and a sharp blade like a finger stabbed suddenly, instantly waking him up, rolling on the spot, the knife condensed by qi was still on his arm, leaving a bloody wound.

"Senior sister, you are too ruthless, even if you don't love me, but in the past twenty years, I have been infatuated with you, and you shouldn't be so vicious."

"My father has raised you for 20 years, isn't it also a piece of love, why can you poison him, Mo Junchou, don't use the excuse of loving me, people like you talk about love, that is the defilement of love, suffer death!"

"Senior sister, the past is gone, why don't we let go of all grievances and start from scratch, I will make you the happiest person in the world."

Feng Caifei's cold eyes were cold, and the killing machine was even stronger, staying by Nie Yunqian's side for five years, just to borrow the charm of her body to practice the Xuanmei Sutra, for today, she has paid too much and sacrificed too much, it is impossible to let go of this man.

The charm was even stronger, and she was about to rush forward, she was confident that she could restrain Mo Junchou's sword intent, but suddenly her footsteps stopped, and a fiery movement surged in her body, frowning, but Mo Junchou on the other side laughed loudly, and said: "Senior sister, do you feel a little uncomfortable, I forgot to tell you, in the wine I drank for you just now, I placed a **Dan, people said that this **Mrs. is very**, but few people know, **Mrs. developed**Dan**." ”

"Despicable." Two words, spit out from his lips, but he didn't expect that he hadn't seen him for eighteen years, this man who was crazy about swords and fell into love turned into such a look, Feng Caifei was not sad that he was deceived, but sad that he did not complete his father's entrustment, even if the moment his father died, he did not blame this disciple, I hope that one day, he can change his evil and turn back.

But now it seems that my father's wish is finally going to come to fruition.

"Senior sister, I know you blame me, but this is my long-cherished wish in this life, I must get you, get the heart of the phoenix, I must practice the fairy sword master, I want to become the happiest and most powerful man in the world."

The abrupt voice of "stained stains" came from one side, and Ning Caichen walked over slowly while holding his mouth, his hands behind his back, and his head shaking his head gently.

"Ning Caichen, is that you?"

"The world is so small, Mo Junchou, we meet again."

"Boy, I'm not in the mood to deal with you at the moment, if you don't want to die, get out of the way, otherwise tomorrow and today will be your sacrifice."

Ning Caichen sneered and said, "Mo Junchou, I always thought that you were crazy about swords, but I didn't expect that you would be such a shameless person, I really thought highly of you before." ”

Mo Junchou's eyes were like a poisonous snake, staring at Ning Caichen deadly, murderous, and shouted: "Boy, it seems that you have to find death, the old man will accept you." ”

Feng Caifei sat down cross-legged with an "um" and shouted: "Yu Caichen, he has comprehended the authenticity of swordsmanship, be careful, I have been poisoned and can't help you deal with it."

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Ning Caichen couldn't help but glance at Feng Caifei more, and asked almost with some unbelievability: "You are Xiaoqian's master." ”

Feng Caifei nodded and said with certainty: "Yes, I am, my name is Cai Fengfei." ”

I really didn't expect that the woman who had been silent and covered in a black robe would be such a delicate and charming young woman, with the true qi of the Xuanmei Sutra all over her body, coupled with the role of **Dan, at this moment, she looks, her face is as ruddy as fire, delicate and moving, and even a gentle look is fascinating, which makes people want to stop.

"Boy, die." Seeing that Ning Caichen and Feng Caifei were so close, Mo Jun was furious, and his sword momentum was unleashed, and he had already rushed towards Ning Caichen.

Ning Caichen was stunned in his heart, thinking that this old thing was still jealous.

"Senior Feng has a good luck and detoxification, this old guy, let me deal with it." Ning Caichen's whole body was full of aura, but his mouth was full of flowers: "It seems a little inappropriate to call you senior, it is better to call Sister Sheng, Sister Feng is really beautiful, she is simply a young woman in her thirties." ”

Sure enough, as soon as he heard Ning Caichen's mouth, Mo Jun was angry, and the sword momentum that came on actually trembled, and most of his strength was captured, and there was no powerful sword intent.

Stretched out his fingers, with a "clanging" sound, the sword was bounced away, and Ning Caichen asked very deliberately: "Mo Junchou, hiding in the street of selling spring, are you leaking too much on a woman, and you don't have enough energy!"

"Boy, you're damned."

As a powerful sword master, he has a kind of arrogance, in his life, he is just very pathologically in love with his junior sister, how can he find those dirty women, and be slandered by Ning Caichen in front of his junior sister like this, how can he not be angry.

But he also knew that although this young man was young, he was not easy to deal with, and the last battle had already proved that the sword with its condensed qi was not inferior to his sword skills.

Even the last explosion made him receive a heavy sword, these words, the reason why he did not kill strongly was also because his injuries had not healed, otherwise the dark death guards who rounded him up would have already been killed.

As soon as his heart was calm, his sword intent was great, and Ning Caichen's pressure increased greatly.

"Infinite Spirit Sword!"

Ning Caichen roared, the aura transformed, and the twelve sword shapes came out of his body, roaring towards Mo Junchou, Mo Junchou did not retreat but advanced, the sword momentum was a few picks, and he actually broke in between this kind of sword formations, I have to say that although this old guy has a bad character, he is really powerful.

"Look at the sword!" Mo Junchou can transform a dagger sword body with a sword, and each sword can kill people.

Ning Caichen didn't dare to slack off, the aura on his body was recovered, and then he swung it out, and there were twelve more swords, and there was a series of explosions of "bang bang bang", and the two swords collided again, and the sparks flew everywhere, and Mo Junchou was forced to take three steps back.

There was anger flashing in his eyes, murderous aura, and a violent anger, maybe it was Ning Caichen's appearance that broke his good deeds and made his eighteen years of hard work come to naught, so his murderous intent was even stronger than last time, and he seemed to want to break Ning Caichen's body to pieces.

Seeing that Mo Junchou's sword qi was rising again, Ning Caichen knew that this old guy had vented all his anger on his body, and the next sword might reach the extreme.

The arms shook down, and the two dragon qi hidden in the arms burst out, one gold and one black, intertwined with two different lights, in this night, it was even half the sky.

Mo Junchou felt a powerful force that rushed to the sky, but at this moment, the sword momentum was out, and he was unable to recover it, so he could only move forward and never die.

The dragon roared, and the double dragon pounced towards Mo Junchou under Ning Caichen's thoughts, and the sword momentum poured out, slashing towards the double dragon, but unfortunately, the double dragon who obviously had a spirit body was not afraid of the sword qi at all, the sword was over, the phantom body was still there, and the momentum of the forward pounce was not continuous, and it hit Mo Junchou's chest at once.

"Pounce" made two muffled sounds, Mo Junchou's body retreated violently, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but the sword in his hand was still held tightly, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Boy, what is that, it can actually hurt me?"

What is that, I also want to know, Ning Caichen thought to himself, but he deliberately said in his mouth: "Mo Junchou, you are really lonely and unheard, this is my origin and true body, don't you have it?"

"Impossible, how can your Origin True Body turn into a dragon form, it is absolutely impossible, unless you are the True Body of the Holy Dragon, how can you be a mortal in the world, how can you be the True Body of the Holy Dragon, boy, let me see, your illusory dragon body!"

Mo Jun roared wildly, and once again pounced on Ning Caichen.

The sword in his hand is more ruthless than the last time, a thousand kills, sandwiched with full sword intent, almost invincible, no moves, no killing, this is Mo Junchou's real strength, as soon as the sword came out, his figure was already gone.

And Ning Caichen found that not only in front of him, but also behind him, even the left and right sword qi appeared, and the swords of the Quartet attacked together, this was to kill him with a sword.

"Spirit Stegosaurus."

Wuji Spirit Sword, plus dragon-shaped phantom, dragon sword in one, two different aura patterns were formed, all of a sudden golden light, half golden, half black, two virtual dragons attached to the sword body, so that Ning Caichen felt a power that had never been before, very powerful.

It turned out that the dragon form and the Infinite Spirit Sword could still be used like this.