Su Ye looked at Xiang Yu and Youyu'er who were fighting together in the distance, and his face twitched. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info You Yu'er is only a little over a meter tall, and Xiang Yu is close to two meters, this exaggerated ratio makes the fight between the two look extremely weird.

Neither of them used spiritual arts, maybe they didn't know it at all, they just fought hand-to-hand, but even so, between their fists and feet, there would still be a circle of transparent shock waves, blowing Su Ye, who was watching the battle not far away, to the ground.

After repeatedly falling a few times, Su Ye simply didn't stand up, just squatted and sat like that, helped Deng Shaoyou's body up, blocked it in front of him, hugged Lin Shuiyin with one hand, nervously watched the hand-to-hand fight between the two people, and when he saw the rise, he would excitedly pinch Lin Shuiyin's big breasts, like an ancient aristocratic lord.

In the field, Xiang Yu felt that after every confrontation, he felt that his body was paralyzed, although he looked fierce, his heart was getting more and more shocked.

As the number one fierce general in ancient China for thousands of years, not to mention that there is an opponent to contend with, that is, those who can walk ten rounds in his hands are all fierce generals in the world. But in front of him, this little girl who looks no more than twelve or thirteen years old can actually have a tie with herself, and she is faintly still behind, how can he not be surprised?

But surprise is surprise, from invincible loneliness to encountering an evenly matched opponent, although his heart is surprised, but also full of fighting spirit.

After hundreds of rounds of fighting like this, the two of them punched each other again, and each of them retreated, not stepping forward again.

You Yu'er retreated to Su Ye's side, squeezed her little fist that was a little sore, and read in a low voice: "It's so strong." ”

"Why don't you use spiritual magic to him?" After watching the hand-to-hand combat for a long time, Su Ye didn't quite understand, and whispered a sentence next to him.

You Yu'er glanced back at him disdainfully, and said, "You know a fart, the old lady herself is composed of spiritual power, and the power of each punch is no less than a spiritual technique of more than eighty types." ”

"What?" Su Ye exclaimed, wouldn't a person composed of spiritual power be more perverted than those ten spirit flowers?

Yu Yu'er snorted coldly, as if she knew what he was thinking, and continued: "Don't underestimate him, although he has no spiritual power in his body, his physical energy has reached its peak, if your strength is ten, he is a thousand, this level of power can already ignore your spiritual skills." ”

Su Ye was stunned for a moment, was silent for a moment, and said, "The physical strength is one thousand, how is this possible? Normal cultivation methods can only reach the level of ten at most, and no matter how much you cultivate, it is impossible to reach a hundred times the level, right?"

"You are still young, when you ascend to the Immortal Spirit Star, you will know, there are those who specialize in refining the body, and there are also those who specialize in cultivating the soul...... In short, there is everything in the world, and there are many things I don't know, in short, his combat power can kill the immortals of this primeval star in seconds. ”

Su Ye grinned and did not speak.

The air in the main hall was a little dull, Xiang Yu and Yu Ji stood at the other end of the hall and whispered, You Yu'er stood beside Su Ye, and the two of them stood separately as if they were in an intermission.

After a while, Xiang Yu raised his head, and after his gaze stayed on Youyu'er for a moment, he fell on Su Ye, and suddenly said, "Let's stop fighting." ”

Su Ye was stunned, he never thought that he would say such a thing, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, so he had to say, "What?"

Xiang Yu's face had a deep, deep tiredness, and said lightly: "I have no reason to fight, since I was locked in a coffin two thousand years ago, I have been thinking, thinking about why I came in, and in the long process of thinking, I gradually began to regret it, because of my greed, I lost the most important person to me." ”

As he spoke, he lowered his head and stroked Yu Ji's hair with pity: "You are from another world, not from Emperor Qin, we have no grudges, and I don't want to regret it again, for the rest of my life, I want to be with the beauty......"

A strange look flashed across Su Ye's face, but he still nodded, on the one hand, because of Xiang Yu's strong strength, and on the other hand, because of the tragic thing like Farewell My Concubine, he didn't want to see it again.

You Yu'er didn't speak, just glanced at Su Ye silently.

Xiang Yu's voice became low, and he said faintly: "In addition, the real mausoleum of Emperor Qin is not here, you need to take down the meteorite outside the sky and let this space collapse before you can ......"

At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly sounded in the hall, blocking his speech.

Su Ye was shocked, only to feel the roar in his ears, the pain was unbearable, and he hurriedly pressed his ears with his hands, and after a while, the roar became louder and louder, and the entire hall began to shake violently, and stones fell from the top of his head.

Xiang Yu felt that the hall was about to collapse, and exclaimed: "It's not good, someone took the meteorite ......"

Before the words fell, they were drowned out by a huge roar, and as this sound sounded, the flat ground where everyone was was cracking apart, and in an instant, Su Ye's body lost its balance, and the whole person began to fall downward, and below him, there was a mysterious and dark abyss.

The rocks are like rain, Su Ye's side is Deng Shaoyou and Lin Shuiyin, and You Yu'er doesn't know where to go. In the last moments, many thoughts flashed through his heart, and then he hugged Lin Shuiyin with one hand, and cast an ice spell on the heart of the unconscious Deng Shaoyou, directly piercing his heart with ice spikes......

Then, he hugged Lin Shuiyin and fell downward, before falling into the bottomless abyss of darkness, the last moment he stayed in the light, vaguely he seemed to see Fang Chen and the others, he seemed to be holding a blue stone in his hand, shining with a strange light......

The next moment, he was plunged into darkness.

The boundless darkness seemed to be eternal, and even the woman who was close at hand, he couldn't see a single thing.

It's just that at the last moment when he lost consciousness, he suddenly felt Lin Shuiyin hugging him, and then imprinted his lips deeply on his neck, some ice, some cold, and some wet and itchy, and at the same time, he felt a pair of plain hands dishonestly reaching into his crotch.

Then, he fell into a dream......

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PS: The mausoleum of Emperor Qin is coming to an end here, and I originally wanted to write it as a cool article, but unconsciously it was written into a plot brain hole. No way, Bole's previous job was a film and television screenwriter, specializing in writing TV scripts, because no one bought film and television scripts, so he could only retreat to writing novels, but novels and film and television scripts are two concepts, and the feeling presented to everyone is not the same, one is visual, the other is YY, and the difference between the two is still quite big.