And the stronger the opponent, the more it can arouse Cheng Huan's desire to fight, and now the guard named Qianfan that Cheng Huan is "chasing" is already a cultivation of the Nine Grades of the Martial Realm that is two orders higher than Cheng Huan and has a few more tastes, and his spiritual level is also the highest among the young guards.

If she wants to be able to intervene in the spiritual power cultivation of the five grades of the martial realm, if she is really against the enemy, her recklessness is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

"I don't think you'll make a move!" Cheng Huan said in a low voice, a wicked smile condensed at the corner of his mouth - as soon as the phantom silk came, it became much easier to force Qianfan to make a move.

I saw Cheng Huan Hao's wrist, and the purple silk rolling iron nine-section whip that was chasing after thousands of people reluctantly, with a flick of her soft jade hand, changed her offensive and swept straight towards the face door of the phantom silk.

"Wind Knife Frost Sword, Attack!" And at the same time that the long whip swept towards Phantom Silk, Cheng Huan's left hand was not idle, her left hand was pinched in the void, and a fierce attack went straight towards Qianfan, who was rushing towards Phantom Silk in a circle.

said that it was too late, Cheng Huan only felt a flash of cold light, the long sword in Qian Fan's hand had already twisted Cheng Huan's long whip, his long jade body was covered in front of the phantom silk, but there was a nervous look on his face that he didn't have time to retract.

With such a fast speed, Cheng Huan didn't even see when his sword was unsheathed, and the spell thrown by that blow in order to resist his travel speed, Cheng Huan didn't know how Qianfan broke it. This is the power of the strong, and Cheng Huan's ink-splashed pupils secretly had a little more praise.

This is Feng Chenghuan, the only heir of the Feng family today, she has been very fond of swords, guns and clubs since she was a child, and she has never put it down the moment she has the ability to pick up the long sword.

Cheng Huan is deeply aware of the role she plays in this Feng family, she is the pearl of her parents' palms, but she is also the only daughter of Feng Clan's patriarch Feng Yu. This is a continent where strength is respected, and if she wants to protect those who love her, she must rely on her own hands to gain strength, otherwise every qiē will be a phantom.

"Miss! You're playing tricks on the filament again! Phantom Silk sneered.

Phantom Silk also knew in her heart that Cheng Huan was just using her as a bait, as long as she was coerced into Phantom Silk's attack, Qianfan would resist it no matter what. Cheng Huan is familiar with this, so every time he forces Qianfan to make a move, he always uses this trick and tries it repeatedly.

After hearing Phantom Silk's coquettishness, Cheng Huan's wrist slapped back a few times, and the purple silk rolling iron long whip wrapped on Qianfan's long sword was obediently coiled back into her slender hand.

Seeing Cheng Huan retract the long whip from her waist little by little, Qian Fan moved Zhang Xu Yuan to the side, letting out the petite phantom silk to speak.

Cheng Huan saw this situation, and couldn't help but feel sad secretly for a moment in his heart, it was too rare to see a son-in-law like this, what more could a husband ask for, and protect his beloved woman so regardless of the consequences.

Cheng Huan paused, quickly took care of his own invitation, and then replied: "You Brother Qianfan are so weak, I trained him so 'desperately', not all for the sake of your little couple's future." ”

Hurt God to hurt God, but Cheng Huan will never let his bad feelings infect the people around him. Putting away his sentimentality, Cheng Huan changed into the fearless expression he had before, and while taking the silk handkerchief handed by Phantom Silk and wiping the fragrant sweat on his forehead, he kept making fun of Phantom Silk.