Lu Fenfang simply sold a flaw to Cen Qi Niang, and the black needle really penetrated through the gap of true qi, and then with a "bell", it was bounced back by an incomparably dense wall of true qi. Cen Qiniang received the needle, and she was surprised and puzzled in her heart: Does this powerful force come from Zhuqiu or Kunwu?

After this time of temptation, Cen Qiniang also calmed down, trying to disturb Lu Fenfang's mood against the enemy: "Lu Fenfang, Tianyong City has been defeated, you can only die if you choose to save Tianyong, if you obediently hand over the Kunwu Sword, you are still the master of the Heavenly Strike Rainbow Department of my Demon Realm." Life or death, the choice is yours! ”

Lu Fenfang said helplessly: "I didn't get the Kunwu Sword, why did you waste all this effort in vain?" ”

Lu Fenfang's move was false and real, she first gambled and said that she had won the Kunwu sword, and Cen Qiniang was afraid of this and did not dare to do it; went around and said that he didn't get the Kunwu Sword, which was the truth for Lu Fenfang, but Cen Qiniang refused to believe it. Cen Qiniang made up her mind: no matter whether the power just now came from Zhuqiu or Kunwu, she would rather kill by mistake than let go, and she would definitely fight to the end with Lu Fenfang!

Seeing this, Fan Yuqing sat on the rocks and smoked steadily. While pumping, he squinted at Yue Nian, and his eyes seemed to say: "Old thing, you weren't my opponent before I retreated, and now that you're injured, you dare to do it right under my nose?" ”

Of course, Yue Nian didn't dare to make a move, and he also saw that Fan Yuqing's static braking could not only be said to be watching Yue Nian help Lu Fenfang, but also to reap the benefits after Lu and Cen were both defeated, which was really a good trick to attack, retreat and defend. If it is cunning and insidious, Yue Nian and Cen Qiniang are not his opponents against Fan Yuqing.

"Master Fan is so comfortable." Yue Nian cleared the way to Fan Yu. "Forty years ago, Fan Zhangmen restrained me with a gambling contract, and forty years later, he used the same scheme to restrain my daughter. The Immortal Cultivation Sect is the best at using faith to restrain others, but it never restrains itself. ”

Fan Yuqing shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "I use faith to restrain you? Does it work? Both of you father and daughter are treacherous and break the rules, so I have to fight, I have to kill, and solve all problems with life and death. Yue Nian, the Kunwu Sword is the treasure of the Three Realms. It is also a source of calamity. I will not give it to you. But if it is handed over to Lu Fenfang, I will not be at ease! ”

"Why is that?"

"Lu Fenfang's practice has found a different way, although he does not do evil things, but he is too presumptuous and bold. She does it all. Not a gentleman's doing. "Fan Yu Qingdao." When she was a little girl, she mutilated her classmates. Dealing with Tian Yong's rebellious criminals, after a little cultivation, he was even more out of control, and he buried Tian Yong City by himself. Such people. Have you seen it? ”

"Mutilating fellow disciples? Collusion with rebels? Hmph, I can't imagine that the head of Fan, who is in charge of the immortal cultivation world, is so narrow-minded. Is it necessarily a person who cannot be killed? Does the so-called rebel have to be a great evildoer? Yue Nian shook his head and said, "It's just that because of the power in her body, you are afraid, and she dares to do things that you dare not do, so you are eager to imprison her and reject her, and you will never put the Kunwu Sword in her hands." ”

"Lu Fenfang and Cen Qi Niang are not without similarities, Lu Fenfang is an outlier in the immortal cultivation world, and Cen Qi Niang is an outlier in the demon world." Fan Yuqing knocked the ashes, "If it weren't for the iron law of the demon world, if it wasn't for the blood of the demon king, how could you tolerate Cen Qiniang and respect her as the king?" ”

At this point, the two men fell into deep thought. In that battle situation, Lu Fenfang's true qi became more and more unable to prevent Cen Qiniang's black needle. Although Zhuqiu and Lu Fenfang were one and the same, the loss of alchemy could not be compensated for by Lu Fenfang's own cultivation. To be more precise, Lu Fenfang blindly relied on the Dan Furnace to cultivate, but the growth of her own spiritual root was extremely slow. This can't be blamed on her, who called her an inferior Four Spirit Root from the beginning?

In the second half of the war, Lu Fenfang's disadvantages became more prominent. Cen Qiniang gradually felt this, and she couldn't help muttering in her heart: Is it true that the fragrance of the difficult road does not have the Kunwu Sword? She didn't have a Kunwu sword, so why did she spend here hitting stones with eggs? She's always been cunning...... Could it be that he deliberately entangled her, but made others transfer the Kunwu sword elsewhere?

Cen Qiniang's heart was bottomless, the hair needle became more and more ruthless, and the fragrance of the road gradually became weaker, and a black needle pierced into the Zhuqiu Dan furnace, and hit the Fengwu Jiutian Qin impartially, and the sound of "Zheng" broke the strings of the bright light!

Cen Qi Niang's needle of demonic power was tricky and arrogant, like a giant pestle hitting a heavy bell, shaking Zhuqiu like an earthquake and tsunami, and Lu Fenfang's heart was as uncomfortable as being twisted upside down. She finally couldn't hold it anymore, her feet shook, and a mouthful of blood spurted to the ground.

Seeing that Lu Fenfang was injured, Cen Qiniang did not feel happy, she was bent on getting the Kunwu Sword, and her actions were inevitably chaotic. She kicked Lu Fenfang on the shoulder, pointed at her eyebrows and scolded, "Kunwu Sword is really not here with you!" Then why are you desperately entangled with me? Where the hell is the Kungo sword! ”

Lu Fenfang said with a blushing face: "I told ...... a long time ago You, I don't have a sword. You just don't believe it, but, you want, blame me? ”

Finished. Finished. Fiction and reality, Cen Qiniang is still on the road in the end! She didn't hesitate to drag everyone here, Kunwu Jian must have moved to another place!

"Your Majesty, with this girl here, it will definitely interfere with our judgment, it's better to be a hundred." Yue Nian said. Cen Qiniang suppressed her anger, sighed and said, "No." If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have been able to find the Kunwu Sword if we dug three feet into the ground. ”

"What does Your Majesty mean—"

Cen Qiniang glanced at Fan Yuqing, who was napping on the rock: "Hey, what are you here for?" Lu Fenfang's life is in my hands—"

Fan Yuqing's head had just touched the ground, and he suddenly straightened up, shivered, and continued to sleep with his neck bent. Cen Qiniang's anger just extinguished jumped even higher: "Fan Yuqing! You don't care if Lu Fragrant is dead or alive! ”

Fan Yuqing pouted and slept soundly.

Cen Qiniang had nowhere to vent the fire, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and sixteen black needles pierced Fan Yuqing. Fan Yuqing didn't dodge or dodge as if he was asleep, and let the black needle "poof" pierce into his clothes. He snorted again, closed his eyes and said dreamily: "Ouch, what a big mosquito bites me, it hurts and its!" ”

"Your Majesty, we have to find a way elsewhere. No matter how many ink scorpion needles you have, you can't wake up Fan Yuqing, who is pretending to be asleep. ”

"Also, he can sleep, and there are people in Guning Village who can't sleep." Cen Qiniang shook her sleeves, and more than ten black needles fell out of the cuffs and connected them in a line, binding Lu Fenfang's hands and feet. Lu Fenfang was seriously injured, her eyes were almost dilated, listening to Cen Qiniang's words, it was also far and near, sometimes light and sometimes ringing:

"Aren't you bent on correcting your mistakes and saving the people of Guning Village? I'd like to see how long you can hold out! (To be continued.) )