Gradually, he became bolder, and the skin under his hands was as smooth as silk, and people couldn't help but be reluctant to move their hands.

The bewitching eyes that looked at her became more and more eager, and the look of anticipation encouraged her to move on to the next step.

Chu Yuanyang only felt that his brain was getting heavier and heavier, and his blurry eyes looked at the flaming red lips that were more delicate than the stamens, closer, closer, closer and more delicate.

The throat and eyes were dry and unbearable, and he licked his lips appropriately, but he inadvertently touched the softness that did not belong to him, and at the same time, his heart trembled, and his brain lit up for a moment like a cloud, and then his mind was full of confusion.

"Who are you?"

The sudden angry shouting made her turn her head.

"Feng Lige?" turned his head to look at the man in front of him: "Why are the two Feng Lige?"

"Come here, he's not!" said Feng Lige, who had an angry face on her face, holding a long sword and pointing at Feng Lige beside her.

Feng Lige beside her surrounded her body possessively, and looked at Feng Lige holding a long sword with a defensive expression: "Who are you? Why are you pretending to be me?"

Feng Lige sneered: "I'm pretending to be you?" looked at Chu Yuanyang: "Do you believe it?"

Feng Lige, who was holding her, also sneered: "You didn't disguise me, why did you become me?" and then turned his eyes to Chu Yuanyang: "Since the things that Zhuang wants you to pick have arrived, we still have to find a way to get out of here quickly." ”

Chu Yuanyang stupidly pointed to Feng Lige, who was holding the long sword, and asked, "Then what should he do?"

Holding Chu Yuanyang's Feng Lige, he replied without thinking: "If you believe that I am true, either kill him or go with me." ”

"Where are you going?" asked Chu Yuanyang.

Holding her Feng Lige said, "Get out!"

Chu Yuanyang asked suspiciously, "How do you get out?"

Feng Lige, who was holding him, smiled confidently: "Didn't you also notice something before you came here?"

Chu Yuanyang nodded, then let's go!

"Don't go!" Feng Lige, who was holding the long sword, didn't say a word, and stabbed at another Feng Lige.

Feng Lige, who was holding her, pushed Chu Yuanyang away, sacrificed the same long sword, and greeted him.

The blades collided, creating a dazzling spark.

The same appearance, the same exercises, the same temper, and even the small movements on weekdays are the same, which is really difficult to distinguish.

Several rounds have passed, and the two are inseparable from each other, and they can't tell the winner.

At this time, a burst of strange fragrance poured into his nose, and Chu Yuanyang's head became even more unclear, and he even began to plant himself in a groggy state.

The two figures who were originally fighting stopped fighting at the same time, and rushed towards the figure that was about to fall to the ground without the slightest pause.

One person hugged half of Chu Yuanyang's body, and began to fight again with one hand.

"Let it go!"

"Let it go!"

Both spoke at the same time.

"I don't care what kind of spirit you are, it's not okay to be in my form and deceive people. ”

"Becoming your appearance, are you sure you are not becoming my appearance?"

"Okay, I'll let you show your true form now, and see who has become whom. ”

"Ping Pong!"

The two threw down Chu Yuanyang at the same time and started fighting again.

Chu Yuanyang only felt that his body was hot for a while, as if he had been thrown into magma, as if it was about to be melted, and for a while it was cold, as if he had been abandoned in the ice and snow and buried by a glacier.

After fighting for a long time, the two of them were also embarrassed, and when the corner of their eyes swept to Chu Yuanyang, who was unconscious and trembling, they stopped at the same time again.

"How are you?" Feng Lige, who had an angry face, took the first step to pick up Chu Yuanyang underground, and said to Feng Lige who reached out to grab people: "What did you do to her?"

"I should be asking you, what have you done to her?" the empty-handed Feng Lige sneered.

Feng Lige, who was holding her, slowly controlled his anger, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Do you think that if you use the same exercises as me, I won't be able to cure you?"

The empty-handed wind sneered at the song.

"Click!"

The emerald jade slip shattered in his hand, and a powerful aura rushed out of it, hitting the face of the empty-handed Feng Lige.

The empty-handed Feng Lige turned over and dodged, this aura was most of the aura of the monk in the merger period, where was he able to dodge.

The expected hit in the chest only shattered and dissipated like a bubble in a moment.

At this time, the surrounding environment has changed drastically, and the original puddles and flowers have disappeared, replaced by freezing ice and snow.

The white expanse in front of him was boundless, and the body of the person in his arms was also as cold as ice.

"Chu Yuanyang, Chu Yuanyang, wake up!" Feng Lige slapped her face a few times, and seeing that she was unconscious, hoarfrost gradually appeared on her pale lips.

Immediately afterwards, thin ice also formed on the blue face.

No matter how he rubbed her body, it still didn't work at all, the bodies under her hands were getting colder and colder, and even the exposed hands were frozen, and the green tendons were visible.

After a long time, Feng Lige stopped the movements in his hand, and his heart was unusually calm at this moment, there was no entanglement, no unwillingness, only endless melancholy and compromise, and the corners of his mouth pulled up a wry smile.

The green silk is scattered, the purple clothes fall, and the most primitive heating method is launched.

The green silk and the green silk are intertwined, the skin is close to the skin, and the sound of rustling is mixed with other wheezing, forming a pleasant symphony on this snow.

Gradually, the silk of the three thousand feelings turned gray, and then slowly turned silver, and at the same time, the fair and plump skin dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the case of the exercises, once the extreme yin and the extreme yang are combined, the weak side will be reduced to the furnace tripod and be eaten, but if the strong side voluntarily dedicates himself and leaks the essence in advance on the weak side, then naturally the weak side will be safe, and on the contrary, the strong side will be reduced to the furnace tripod.

It wasn't until the skin of the person under him gradually returned to normal that the man with the full head stopped his movements and was about to get up in the snow, but found that his limbs were weak and he fell down again.

After trying a few times, he finally put on his clothes, got up from the ground, and walked into the distance step by step, but he didn't take two steps and fell again.

When his cultivation was exhausted and his physical strength was exhausted, he gritted his teeth and no longer insisted on standing up, but crawled forward step by step.

The purple clothes are still bright, but the person wrapped in them is not in style, and has become an old-looking person.

The white snow rustled as he dragged and crawled, leaving a long trail on the soft ground.

He didn't know where he was going, he just wanted to keep crawling forward, and it didn't matter where he was if he left her position.

The cold wind rose, the cold wind swished, and the goose feather snow fell dreamily, quickly covering up the traces on the snow.

...........。

"Poof....!"

Shi Bozu, who was talking to the two junior sisters in the hall of the Hehuan Sect Master, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood without warning.