The spirit fox clan in Fengqiu City is known for their wisdom, but their strength should not be underestimated.

Ximen Baitu lined up in front of Fengqiu City, holding a fox cub in his hand, no one knew what medicine was sold in his gourd, Feng Jiutian, the city lord of Fengqiu City, was also an old goblin who had lived for 1,800 years, and he didn't see the origin of the emptiness.

"Kill. Feng Jiutian looked at the wolf clan's Ximen Baitu and spit out a word, and retreated to the attic.

Seeing that the sharp arrows were raining down, they shot towards Ximen Baitu.

The little fox blinked in the air and got into Lu Shu's arms.

Just when the Heavenly Wolf Clan was holding a steel shield to resist, a dragon roar resounded throughout Fengqiu City.

The feather clan in the sky were all shaken down, looking at the feathers floating down from the sky, the little fox's empty fox pupils were filled with strange red light again.

The little black dragon Chunchun appeared in the body of a dragon, and swept the tail towards Feng Jiutian above the city tower of Fengqiu City.

The little fox jumped up empty, and the fox's eyes were full of killing.

And Ximen Baitu will not pin the victory of the war on the little fox Kongkong, the wolf clan will always be the most courageous clan of the demon clan.

"Siege. ”

The little black dragon Chunchun's dragon roar, just after the shock of the Spirit Fox Clan, the soul was not timed, Ximen Baitu shot out a sharp arrow, shot at the gate of Fengqiu City, the sound of feathers, the sound of heart-wrenching.

"The revenge of the wolf is to be avenged today. "Feng Jiutian's eyes were like sharp blades, showing his true cultivation.

The strength of the eight-tailed heavenly fox is equivalent to the peak of the human race's Zhuyuan Realm, while Ximen Baitu is just a cultivation at the peak of the innate peak.

As soon as Feng Jiutian breathed, he came to the front of Ximen Baitu, and he was very impressive.

"No one has ever dared to get so close to me. Ximen Baitu said with a wicked smile.

And Feng Jiutian doesn't care if he is playing tricks or doing something, as soon as the sword is unsheathed, it will not be stained with blood, and it will never be returned to the sheath.

The tip of Feng Jiutian's sword was in the center of Ximen Baitu's eyebrows, a little bit away, and he watched Ximen Baitu disappear.

"Wow".

A piano sound entered his ears, Feng Jiutian woke up like a frightened dream, the fog was long, and the sound of the piano was endless, he knew that he was in the way of Ximen Baitu.

"Entering the formation. ”

Feng Jiutian held his sword in his hand, the corners of his mouth raised.

"People have already entered the battle, so why bother to make a fool of themselves. Feng Jiutian's ears listened to the melodious sound of the piano, like the sound of fireworks in Willow Alley.

"Nine days, I still remember this song. An old voice that seemed to come from the sky fell from the sky.

"It's picturesque. ”

Feng Jiutian heard this voice, and the sword in his hand slowly put down.

"The sea flows eastward, not forgetting the waves. Eternal romance and heroism, red dust drunk dreams. Affectionate smile, white hair, sad flowers, snowy night grace. A world of three or two confidants, the country is picturesque. ”

If the piano is so, so is the person.

"The white hair has hung down for 3,000 feet, and then laugh at the world's ten thousand years. A fame has not been toasted, the green mountains are charming, and the king is old. ”

The same is true of the sword, and so is the man.

"Lone Moon".

The fog dissipated, and one person sat in front of Feng Jiutian, but only two or three feet.

"We haven't seen each other in years. Feng Jiutian asked.

"It's only five hundred years. Simon Guyue replied.

When the eyes meet, the brother is the elder brother and the younger brother is the younger brother.

Don't meet again, brother is an enemy, brother is an enemy.

"Your sword still has the guts. Ximen Guyue raised her white eyebrows and asked.

"Your piano still has a heart. Feng Jiutian replied with his sword.

The piano is silent, and the sword is silent.

"Brother, do you really want to help Dugu Sedum and fight for the throne. Simon Guyue asked.

The sword slammed into the air and stabbed to the side.

"Back then, you were pressed in Tianxi City by Xiao Tianyue, the first martial venerable of Tianwu. He never stepped out of Simon's Mansion to fight with him. I know that your piano has no heart. And the human emperor Xia Yuanmo locked my ninth daughter, Feng Qianxue, to the Demon Tower, even if I can't kill Xia Yuanmo, I have to kill Dugu Luoheng. After Feng Jiutian finished speaking, the sword had already been raised.

"Xiao Tianyue back then, I was not as good as him, but I was not without a fight. "Under the long sleeves of Simon Guyue, how can there be arms.

With empty sleeves hanging to the ground, Ximen Guyue's eyes were lonely.

"A cloud of smoke and rain, no complaints in life. But we are all heartless, and there are also desolate things. Come to fight, life and death have no regrets. Feng Jiutian finished speaking.

The edge of the sword has arrived, like a frosty wind.

Feng Jiutian's sword style was treacherous and unpredictable, and he only heard him read: "There is no good season in the sky, but you can get drunk and sick once, be speechless once, and be mediocre once." ”

The sword qi crisscrossed this space, sword by sword, towards Ximen Guyue, biting and biting.

The sound of the piano is beautiful, like the cold snow of Sanjiu.

The sound of Ximen Guyue's piano was as slow as the wind, and he only heard him read: "Dreams don't know the sunshine, let him be white, dazzled, candles red, and lonely staggering." ”

The sword was like a drum, the sound became more and more urgent, and the long sleeves of Ximen Guyue became shorter and shorter.

The sound of the piano was like the wind, falling asleep one after another, and Feng Jiutian's scars became denser and denser.

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The sound of this piano is leisurely urging the soul to seduce the soul, and the fierce sword is hell to take life.

It seems that another 500 years have passed, only the sound of the piano falls and the sword is broken.

The wind can no longer blow into this array, people die twice, ignore the troubles of fame and fortune, do not mention the descendants, but there is wine to pay tribute.

Ximen Baitu held a cyan bamboo ring in his hand, and looked at the bamboo ring, slowly oozing a blood mark.

He raised his head, raised the wolf head of the Heavenly Wolf Clan, and shouted at Fengqiu City: "Feng Jiutian is dead, the two fox and wolf clans, whether they are in battle or not." ”

The blood from heaven rained down like rain again.

The Yu clan has suffered too many casualties, and the empty sky still does not stop, it is like an executioner, a little fox who kills evil spirits.

Dusk has arrived, and the waning moon rises in the east.

The Yu clan has retreated, and the little black dragon Chunchun fell to the ground with an empty back.

The pitch-black Yu clan finally let Fengqiu City see the autumn dusk.

On the tower of Fengqiu City, there was no movement, and a sense of uneasiness suddenly welled up in Ximen Baitu's heart.

"Retreat. ”

Ximen Baitu has retired, he is the evil and crazy Ximen Baitu, and he is also the Ximen Baitu who is deep in the city and will never be reckless.

I saw that in the center of Fengqiu City, in front of a crimson statue, an old woman held a small statue of a nine-tailed spirit fox and placed it in front of the crimson statue.

I only heard the old woman say in her mouth: "The Holy Ancestor of the Fox Clan is above, and the enemy has the help of the Dragon Clan, so I can only ask for the blessing of the ancestors and give a Creation Pill to let the Spirit Fox Clan survive this crisis." ”

The old woman raised her head and looked at the crimson statue, only to see that the statue was engraved with the word "Fox Saint".

Under the statue of the fox saint, a door opened, a door the size of a foot.

Just as the door opened, the little fox's empty eyes were like two beads of blood, and they were about to ooze blood.

The old woman turned into a fox and was about to enter the door.

I saw a pink lightning bolt in her eyes at first glance...

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And Xiao Wendao and Tang Suishui, who had just come out of the White Elephant City, stepped in the direction of Lechuan City.

The demon clan is located in the southwest, with dense mountains and forests, mostly mountainous.

A lofty mountain, a steep mountain.

And from White Elephant City to Lechuan City, although there is a great avenue to go, Xiao Wendao and Tang Shuishui are still too dazzling.

The two of them hurried for a day, and they wanted to rest for a while.

As soon as Tang Shushui picked up the wine gourd, he saw a man dressed in white, standing on the top of a mountain.

"The man is a man and a ghost. Tang Shushui asked.

Xiao asked, staring at it, and saw that the hilt of the sword in the man's hand was engraved with the word "Jianhua".

"Have you ever heard of anyone who wields a sword? Xiao asked, and the sword was clenched in his hand.

"The Sword. Tang Shushui thought about it while holding the wine gourd, thought for a while and said: "The sword saint of the demon clan Zhannan, the sword with the Jianxian sword. ”

"Famous. Xiao asked.

"A cold light shines in Kyushu, and I was able to draw with your grandfather back then. Tang replied.

"How could such an unborn master be here. Xiao asked, looking at the man and said.

Tang Shushui listened to Xiao asking, raised his delicate eyebrows, didn't swallow a sip of wine, and almost choked to death.

"No, run. ”

"I can't run. ”

The sword will be repaid.

Ask the sword, ask the sky.