Almost all the chivalrous masters on the rivers and lakes are afraid of the martial arts of the god hunter Nangong Qingyi. Nangong Qingyi's martial arts can be a must, but the most terrifying thing is his character, calm, indifferent, and cruel. This is known only to the dead and the women who approached him.

Fire Dance Ice was excited. I'm not dead yet. When the dagger in her hand stabbed into Nangong Qingyi's right arm, looking at the blood that shot out like a blood flower, she was not only not half excited, but full of fear. And when she got Nangong Qingyi's answer, his fear had expanded infinitely.

This is a cruel and terrible man. He deserves to be called a demon. People are definitely not so cold, so cold, so emotionless.

Nangong Qingyi looked at Huo Wubing with a smile, swept his right arm that had been stained red with blood, gently held the dagger inserted into his right arm, pulled it out very decisively, and then handed it to Huo Wubing, and said softly: "You can leave as many marks on me as you want, but what kind of thing do you need to exchange?" ”

Huo Wubing didn't react, and her whole person was embraced by Nangong Qingyi.

A man's chest is very warm, and it should be a woman's umbrella, but Huo Wubing feels unprecedented cold. She felt as if she was being covered by a demon with that murderous cloak. The next moment, he may be lost in the infinite cloak of darkness.

Her clothes fell off one by one, and in the blink of an eye, all that was left was her belly pocket. Huo Wubing seemed to have lost his soul, allowing Nangong Qingyi to fade away and wrap his jade body that was both holy and bewitching.

Jian Fan looked at everything coldly, his eyes were cold. There is no half-minute temperature. He watched the performances of Nangong Qingyi and Huo Wubing, and looked at this word coldly, he had already done it to the extreme.

"Stop." Fire Dance Ice seemed to have returned to his soul and scolded.

The breeze was blowing, and the coldness was infinitely infiltrating into the delicate jade body.

White jade arms, flawless skin, enchanting and graceful figure. This is a woman favored by the heavens, and this is a stunner that almost any man cannot refuse.

The clothes have been taken off to the last one, and it is even said that it is only half a point. Most of the skin is already exposed. This is something that cannot be refused by any man. It's the same for Nangong Qingyi.

A hint of burning flashed in his smiling eyes, and his hands kept stroking the back of Fire Dance's icy ski. His hands were very rough because of the sword, and he used them with great force, as if he wanted to completely integrate the fire and ice into his body. At this moment, there is only one thing any man can do: take it off.

There is a kind of person in the world who can restrain what he can't. Therefore, he can do things that no one else in the world can do. Obviously, Nangong Qingyi very much meets the standards of this kind of person. He's too compliant, and he's too sensible.

Behind him, Jian Fan watched coldly. It was someone who could threaten him at all times. He believed that if he knew that he had taken off Huo Wubing's last lotus-colored pants and white moon-colored belly pocket, then Jian Fan would do it immediately regardless of everything.

He is not afraid of Jian Fan, what Jian Fan has in his hands can threaten him! There are three points to be sure that you can kill him! Although it was only three points, Nangong Qingyi was unwilling to take this risk. He restrained the primitive ****.

Nangong Qingyi gently pushed Huo Wubing away, and at the same time, he used his strong internal force to suck up the lichen skirt on the ground, and put them on for Huo Wubing one by one. The gentleness in his eyes, the carefulness in his hands, even though Huo Wubing knew that all this was false, he was still a little sinking. There is no liberation.

Nangong Qingyi looked at Huo Wubing with a smile, and said softly: "I really hope you can stab me a few more swords, and I will enjoy a lot of blessings in the world!" ”

After the tender words were finished, it was just an instant, after Nangong Qingyi finished saying these tender and sweet words. Leaving Huo Wubing with a cold back, he boarded the carriage.

A voice came from the carriage: "Aren't you going to take me to the man?" I hope you don't lie to me anymore. ”

Huo Wubing looked at Nangong Qingyi who boarded the car in confusion, and came back to his senses after a while. Then he said to Jian Fan: "He already knows." ”

Jian Fan said lightly: "But our goal has been achieved." ”

Huo Wu Bing smiled coquettishly: "Yes! We did it. ”

Jian Fan said coldly: "It's half the success, because I haven't seen him yet." Today is July 13th. Well, don't waste any more time, we're running out of time! ”

The carriage started again.

Nangong Qingyi leaned against the car window and closed her eyes. Huo Wubing leaned on Nangong Qingyi and fell asleep! Huo Wubing was very afraid of the man in front of her. But this man has a peerless poppy-like attraction.

Jian Fan's imperial horse skills are very superb. A professional killer needs to be proficient in many things to escape. Mima is one of them! If Jian Fan changes careers, the horse industry will be enough for him to have no worries for the rest of his life. But does he have a chance to change careers? Is he willing to change careers?

He had seven wounds on his chest, all carved by his own hands! He killed seven people who did not want to kill, but had to kill. Among them, of course, includes the willow cold wind that 'shook the mountains and rivers with a stick'. However, Liu Hanfeng didn't know Jian Fan's plan, but Liu Hanfeng and Jian Fan both had a goal. Their hate, the people they hate. In addition to Liu Hanfeng, the other six people did the same. Therefore, it was impossible for Jian Fan to change his career, because he was destined to kill that powerful enemy with the momentum of a grasshopper shaking a tree in his life.

There are ten famous swordsmen in the world. And that person is one of them. He is one of the most powerful and mysterious of them all. No one has ever seen him make a move, and all those who have seen him make a move are dead. No one knows his character, and he usually shows people with a cold face. He is a bottomless abyss.

Hearing that person, Jian Fan's heart was cold for a while. Unforgettable heart-cold! It was a hatred and fear.

"What do you feel?" Huo Wubing drew circles on Nangong Qingyi's chest and said softly. Nangong Qingyi gently touched Huo Wubing's delicate body, and said lightly: "You have three scars all over your body: on your feet, on your chest, and on your back. ”

"Do you know who carved the wound on my body?"

"I don't want to know."

Huo Wubing pinched Nangong Qingyi's chest fiercely, and said with a smile: "But I'm just going to tell you." ”

Nangong Qingyi didn't speak, and Huo Wubing had already begun to tell the origin of these three scars!

"Three wounds because I killed three people. The first Crane Jinxiu, the second Zhang Zhirao, and the third Li Minghua. ”

He Jinxiu, Zhang Zhirao, Li Minghua. All three of them are well-known figures in the rivers and lakes!

Crane Jinxiu, Chinese New Year's Eve, famous for controlling cranes and capturing dragons, known as one of the nine masters in the south! Died at home three months ago, the murderer is unknown! The cause of death was a sword piercing the heart and lungs!

Zhang Zhirao: The head of the Huashan faction. At the age of fifty-three, he became famous all over the world for the thirteen styles of Qingfeng, and his cultivation was unfathomable. Two months sword died at home, the murderer is unknown! The cause of death is a sword to cut off the head!

Li Minghua: Junzi Jian, died in the Fumen Hotel on the twenty-seventh and fifteenth years ago, the murderer is a little girl! Cause of death: A sword pierced the heart.

"I was so happy when I pierced their chests with a sword, because I was one step closer to my goal. I'm one step closer to you! Because their death will lead to the god of the mighty rivers and lakes to capture Nangong Qingyi. ”

Nangong Qingyi opened his eyes and said lightly: "With your martial arts, it is impossible to kill them in one move!" And you are definitely not the opponent of He Jinxiu, Zhang Zhirao, and Li Minghua. All three of them had one thing in common when they died, they were all fatal with one move and did not resist anything. ”

Huo Wubing blinked, playfully pressed it on Nangong Qingyi's chest and said, "Then guess what I killed them?" ”

"They were all suicidal."

Huo Wubing's hand trembled. In just one moment, Nangong Qingyi already knew that he had guessed correctly. He lifted Huo Wubing up from his body and said, "I need to know who he really is?" ”

The horse suddenly neighed and stopped.

The smile on Huo Wubing's face also stopped for a moment.

The surroundings became very quiet and peaceful. It's horribly peaceful, it's horribly peaceful. (To be continued.) )