In the past few days at Jiang Xueyu's house, Liu Feng can be described as singing every night.

When they first met, Liu Feng really startled Jiang Xueyu, she had never seen a man since she was a child, so she forcibly touched it.

The first time, Jiang Xueyu's ears were all pink from the root of his ears to his neck, and the only feeling in his hands was heat, so hot that it seemed to be a fire arcane.

Contrary to Jiang Xueyu, what Jiang Xueyu gave was a cold touch. I don't know if it's because Jiang Xueyu awakened the ice system, those white slender hands are not only as tender as jade, but also cold and cold, which makes people feel extremely exciting and comfortable. Liu Feng couldn't help but shout out several times.

At first, she was extremely uncomfortable, feeling strange and unaccustomed, but gradually Jiang Xueyu also found her own pleasure and was full of interest, as if she was using her own hands to tame a fierce and unruly beast. After a few times, Jiang Xueyu was a little ashamed to find that she was surprisingly used to it!!

Jiang Xueyu told Liu Feng about this, and immediately Liu Feng's face was full of guilt, he actually let an innocent girl become like this, he really had to bear the main responsibility this time.

It's not there yet, but it's a matter of time before the last step.

Jiang Xueyu is already extremely pure, coupled with those hands that are as white as jade, her movements are becoming more and more flexible and skillful, and Liu Feng's touch is also increasing day by day.

Every time with Jiang Xueyu's patient "help", Liu Feng would fly out of the clouds, as if he had discovered a new continent, just like his new lineage, full of fascinating curiosity.

Cultivation seems to have been completely forgotten by Liu Feng.

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The northern region of Bianzhou is now also known as the Bianzhou Sword Domain.

As the name suggests, the Sword Domain, this is where the sword is located and where the will of the martyr of the sword belongs.

Outside the autumn pond, there are a few lush trees that are aware of Suosuo, and the slow sword intent blows the fallen leaves, full of bleak artistic conception.

There are not many cultivators of the sword system, and there are no more than a hundred in the entire Bianzhou, and now they are gathered in the northern region of Bianzhou at the same time, but they all avoid one position. The sword power in that position was the most powerful, and it should be the best place to cultivate the sword, but due to the status and strength of the military leader, no one dared to compete with it.

And on this day, a young man came.

The black and white lines are intertwined, with a little delicate and minimalist stripes on it, which looks low-key and extremely restrained.

The previous black robe was damaged in the battle, and the incarnation of the Heavenly Demon burst the clothes, and the original black robe was already in tatters. Liu Feng thought about it and re-customized a set, and the price was the cheapest, and the materials were much worse than the one sent by Ji Ye'an, but it was cheaper.

His cultivation, if he can't choose excellent materials, other materials probably won't be able to protect him, after all, the battles he will participate in in the future may be dominant. In this case, there is no need to buy expensive robes, and the reaction to the ruling class is an end.

After thinking about it, Liu Feng asked the boss to change the original black to black and white, and the stripes were still in the style of the original black robe, but the color was designed by the boss himself.

After taking this list, the boss was also extremely excited, because this robe was really imaginary with the heavy pupil god, and he said to the boss: "Eh, your outfit ...... Tsk, it's too much like the outfit of the Heavy Pupil Shenjun. "Although the Heavy Pupil Divine Monarch has brought endless fear to the city, people are not as fragile as they imagined, and they will often joke about that terrifying being.

In this regard, Liu Feng just smiled and did not speak.

Although there is a suspicion of plagiarism, in fact, black and white is the best choice. One is that black and white is a classic color that will never go out of style, and second, the temperament of black and white blending of light and shadow is obviously more suitable than pure black, black and white robes.

Kong Hong half-lay down on the shore of the Luoqiu Pond and did not drink any more.

It's just that the glow in his eyes has become sharper, and it seems to be able to penetrate the pool water, and investigate the deep, shallow, and superficial aspects of the pool water clearly.

As if sensing Liu Feng's arrival, Kong Hong changed his posture, changed from half-lying to sitting, and slowly turned his head.

"Senpai."

Liu Feng was the first to speak and saluted Kong Hong.

Although the appearance is respectful, there is no tension and fear in front of the predecessors, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Seat."

Kong Hong stretched out his hand lightly and motioned for Liu Feng to sit opposite him.

Liu Feng didn't think the ground was dirty, and sat down slowly.

Maybe it was because of sitting down, but at this time, Liu Feng realized that the sword intent here actually carried a faint sadness.

I don't know if it's because of Kong Hong, the emotions he has never felt in the sword intent along the way.

"Do you know where the sword intent here comes from?"

The head of the army, Kong Hong, sat opposite Liu Feng and said slowly, looking at Liu Feng with his eyes.

Liu Feng shook his head.

"From here."

As he spoke, Kong Hong put his somewhat thick old palm on his heart, covering the beating heart.

Suddenly, this action, coupled with the indelible grief here, Liu Feng seemed to have some understanding.

The sword intent starts from the heart, so why does it arise? Why not disperse?

Countless confusions lingered in Liu Feng's heart.

Some sword cultivators in the distance looked sideways at this moment, looking at Kong Hong and Liu Feng.

What is the origin of this young man, he was able to talk to the military leader of Bianzhou, how many people came before, but the military capital loved to ignore it.

And this young man is so young, his cultivation must not be high, and almost instantly, these people, who are a little far away, deduce that Liu Feng's background must be extremely powerful, so strong that a local military capital has to pay attention to it.

Leaving other people's speculation to it, Liu Feng listened carefully to the words of the military leader.

"Beigong Jianhua, he is a real hero, even if he is dead, he is guarding this city and preventing the undead from setting foot in ......"

With Kong Hong's words, the doubts in Liu Feng's heart slowly dissipated.

"One of my subordinates, his name is Uwen Hongji, who is still in a coma. He woke up once in the middle of the way, and only told me one word, to guard the tomb for him, this sword tomb! ”

"The two of them were rivals when they were alive, but they were also two people who cherished each other. Sometimes, it's a very lucky thing to have an opponent. ”

"I readily agreed to come down ......"

Liu Feng listened carefully, and his gaze looking at this sword domain changed from confusion to full of admiration and silence.

Beigong Jianhua's four words, Liu Feng silently remembered in his heart.

"Senior Beigong, has he turned into a sword?" Liu Feng asked.

"That's right, I always thought it was impossible, but Beigong did it. Did you know that the distant ancient times were a time when arcane arts flourished and a hundred schools of thought contended? There used to be a series in it, which was the predecessor of the sword department, the military department. It's not the ice of the cold, it's the ...... of the demon soldiers."

Kong Hong said slowly: "Among the soldiers, there is a spell called Bingjie, which is said to be able to transform oneself into ten thousand soldiers, liberate the power of every part of the body, and let every inch of the body turn into pure sword intent, all instilled into that arcane art...... The price is also very clear, broken bones, there is no such person in the world! ”

"I thought it was just a record, or even a fabrication. But Beigong Jianhua, his understanding of the sword, his love for this city, and his responsibility for the position of councilor...... When they all merge together, they let the 'military liberation' reappear. ”

Kong Hong's hand that was placed in his heart turned into a fist, and the fist hit his chest sideways, and said: "The sword comes from the heart, from the heart, this is the sword intent." ”