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Chapter 513: Who is the second?

Seven Feathered Fans!!

Ye Futu smiled elegantly, the seven feathered gorgeous ancient fans in his hands shook, and the flames flowed, these seven feathers were refined by the essence of the seven divine beasts such as the Flood Wilderness Fire Luan, the Fire Phoenix, the Fire Phoenix, the Wujin Bird, and the Litian Zhu Qian, which was a great power of fire spiritual treasure, ranking eighth on the Feng Ling List, Zhao Heng was just an imitation of the Seven Feathers Fire Fan to be qualified, and the Seven Feathers Fan was very powerful. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The white tiger demon beasts present did not expect that this human being would have this desolate spirit treasure, and they showed different colors one by one.

As soon as Shen Jingwei drank it, he could no longer sit idly by, turned into flames, formed a fierce tiger with boiling flames, and pounced.

Ye Futu shook the Qiling fan.

The seven feathered jades emitted blood-red light, and the flame light flowed into a huge flame bird, which spread its fire wings, like covering the sky, and the brocade-haired tiger swallow resisted with a delicate sword.

Luan Bird pounced and landed on Yan Linglong.

The flame streamer immediately enveloped her.

Ye Futu saw that Huoluan had not been able to take the advantage, and sneered again, the fire phoenix, and the fire phoenix shone out of the fan at the same time, and the two huge firebirds struck left and right, burning like the sky and the earth, and even the White Tiger Seven Spirit Stars below were also moved, and they had to cast an enchantment ban to resist the foehn wind.

"This man has some money. Nineteen babies said gloomily.

"With the Seven Feathers Fan in hand, you are also qualified to become our fire spirit. Cang Feng smiled and glanced at Li Taigong.

The old man had an unfathomable smile.

The tiger roars, and the flames break.

Shen Jingwei turned into a true body, and the scorching flame tiger forcibly blocked the Qiling fan.

"Young master. Yan Linglong's face changed.

The power of these seven feathered fans is endless, and only turning into three Flood Desolate Holy Beast Fire Spirits makes Shen Jingwei embarrassed, "Ye Futu, you go to die." Yan Linglong picked up the Heavenly Tiger Shuntian Knife, and the knife emitted a sharp blue light.

Ye Futu's star general couldn't sit still, the girl's body was exquisite, the wide shawl and white armor were raised, don't look at the girl's petite, but the speed was extremely fast, the wrist flipped, and a huge sword was turned out, this sword was incompatible with the girl, it was even bigger than the girl's whole person, the sword was cold, and there were several golden dragon patterns engraved on the blade, and the five stars were shining and shining.

This big sword is held by the girl in her hand, light like a toy, and the hilt is surrounded by four dragons, which is very gorgeous.

"Silver Snow Dragon Yuan!"

Cangfeng was stunned.

"People don't wait. Bing Xin spat out a word, rising from the ground and turning into a white light.

Ye Futu took advantage of the situation to play a sword trick and put out a sword formation.

Jinmao Tiger Yan Linglong slashed with a knife, and slashed together with Bingxin's Silver Snow Longyuan, but he was at a loss when Bingxin beat him without two moves, and in terms of force, he was not an opponent at all.

"No, Linglong, let's run. ”

Shen Jingwei was terrified, he already knew that he had encountered a trouble, he was about to use the jade pendant to escape, Shen Jingwei used the Liangshan jade pendant, Ye Futu had no choice, seeing that they were about to escape, at this moment, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, and a loud bang fell on Shen Jingwei's body.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Jingwei's true body, the scorching tiger, was wiped out by the flames, and in the blink of an eye, it was wiped out under this heavenly thunder.

"Warp and weft. Yan Linglong cried.

"Sister, please go back. Bing Xin then sent Yan Linglong back with a sword.

The whole process was just an instant, Ye Futu put away the Seven Feathers Fan and the Sword Array, and Bing Xin stood beside him with a sword, his big innocent eyes staring at the old man in the Begging Spirit Sanctuary.

Li Taigong's paper fan was folded, and the gesture was light, and the thunderbolt just now was drawn out by him. Ye Futu looked at the old man and was shocked in his heart, and his face also put away his previous calmness, if the thunderbolt just now hit him, the consequences would be really unimaginable.

"Senior, are you willing to believe it?" Ye Futu bowed.

"What do you say?" asked Mrs. Li.

Since Li Taigong has taken action to give Shen Jingwei a second, the answer is obvious, no matter how dissatisfied the nineteen babies are with this human being, they can only agree, not to mention that this man's star will be the four heavenly kings of the earth star, and the star general alone is indeed much stronger than Shen Jingwei, even the nineteen babies are not confident that they can deal with Ye Futu; Cang Feng smiled and said friendlyly: "Then the Futu brothers are welcome to work together with us and advance and retreat together." ”

"Don't dare to be. "Ye Futu fell.

"But we need all your information. "Critical of Shen Xing's request.

A strange monk with seven feathered fans who appeared in the White Tiger Realm, this request was expected by Ye Futu, and the man nodded.

"Ice Heart. Han Bing looked at the Birthday Treasure Compendium thoughtfully.

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Gong Caiwei's father, Prince Fengwu, Gong Fengting, is a very attractive man, with a carved face with distinct facial features, and an angular face that is handsome and abnormal. It looks like a bohemian on the outside, but the inadvertent light in his eyes makes people dare not underestimate it. With black and dense hair, and a pair of slender peach blossom eyes under a pair of sword eyebrows, it is full of affection, which makes people fall into it if they are not careful. The tall nose and the moderately thick red lips have a dizzying smile at this time.

Gong Fengting is a good friend of Emperor Liang, when Emperor Liang won the country and made great contributions, he himself is naturally a monk, and he is a starry sky sword saint, Su Xing can understand why Gong Caiwei has been a sword cultivator since she was a child, maybe somewhat influenced by her father.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please be seated. Gong Fengting looked at Su Xingmei Jiaoniang, and there was surprise in his eyes, although it was rumored that the Purple Thunder Demon was sent by Nuliangshan and many top stars would follow, but when he really saw it, it still made people feel incredible.

The palace has already set up a wine feast.

In fact, Su Xing is not in the mood to drink now, Gongsun Huang fell into the star fetus, Xi Yue returned to the Xuan Netherworld, Yan Yizhen and other women were seriously injured, all of which made him not feel very good, and the reason why he agreed to come to see Gong Fengting was just for the sake of his Gong Caiwei's father's face.

Gong Caiwei is the same as Su Xing, and obviously doesn't like all kinds of entertainment.

"Father, if you have anything, just say it, Su Xing doesn't have time to do extra entertainment. Gong Caiwei replaced Su Xing, and her words were quite straightforward, which made Gong Fengting laugh.

"I know you star-descenders race against time, time is precious, but there's always time to enjoy a sword dance, right?"

Gong Fengting clapped his hands.

I saw a group of women dressed in classical robes rushing in through the doorway, holding a long sword, and dressed quite elegantly. The one who took the lead was a beautiful schoolgirl.

"This Imperial Court Sword Dance was once seen on Princess Ling Yan's eighteenth birthday, I appreciate it very much, you star descenders should sometimes relax in addition to fighting stars. Gong Fengting said with a smile, it can be seen that Gong Fengting is a very good vassal and elegant person, just this palace decoration can be seen, this palace decoration, to the clothing, floor, every detail, is full of strong antique flavor.

The sword is dissolved in the dance as a weapon, which can be said to be a wonderful idea, and the girls begin to raise their swords and walk. The swords in the sword dance are divided into single swords, double swords, and sword-shaped short swords. Single swords generally have sword spikes, and the sword spikes are divided into long and short, up to 1 meter long. Dancing up, the sword and spike are rigid and soft, and there are many changes, which makes the sword dance a lot of color. They have also gone through a long period of practice, and the sword dance is chic and heroic, and the form is gorgeous and colorful. In the sword dance, the movements of the two major categories of "standing swords" are fast and agile, and the posture is calm and sharp when stationary, which is full of sculpture;

The action of "Xingjian" is continuous, such as Changhong and swimming dragon, beginning and end one after another, and like flowing clouds and water, uniform and tough.

With the girl's delicate body, it is not only pleasing to the eye, but the sword of the cold light is more like it can kill the enemy at any time.

Su Xing frowned, and wanted to speak, but seeing Lin Yingmei, Wu Siyou and the others also had a trace of curiosity about the sword dance, so they didn't say much, in fact, for the star generals of Dou Xing, there are indeed only a handful of leisure time like this, most of the time, the star generals want to enhance their strength, and they are always in and out of various dangers.

Although the sword dance is wonderful, there is a trace of something missing.

"Cai Wei, it's rare for you to come back, why don't you play a song for your friends?"

The others turned their eyes to look at Gong Caiwei.

Gong Caiwei is like snow and frost, but there is no change, hearing her father's invitation, Dai Mei is slightly together, I don't understand what my father is doing, but the relationship with my father is not very close, Gong Caiwei is too lazy to ponder, thought about it, nodded and agreed and made a request. "Just play one song, and the song will be scattered at the end. ”

This request made Gong Fengting smile helplessly.

A pure white guzheng was moved in the center of the main hall of the Nine Heavens of the Phoenix Dance.

Shen Xijun sat on the ground, really with white sleeves.

Gong Caiwei sat on the ground, dressed in white like snow, shaking her thumb, and suddenly, the strings resonated, as if returning to the ancient times of the wind and snow.

The dancers gathered around the girls and took on a sword dance stance.

The blades are dense, and the cold light shines.

When Gong Caiwei played the first string slowly rippling, Gong Fengting's face was equally rippled with inexplicable emotion and sighing.

Only then did Su Xing understand that he just wanted to listen to Gong Caiwei play such a big formation?

However, Gong Caiwei is indeed extremely good, the melodic attainment is extremely powerful, and she is also handy for the guzheng, whether it is supporting, splitting, hooking, ticking, wiping, picking, or pinching, wheeling, shaking and many other techniques are used by her.

The traditional technique of the left hand is to chant and knead and slide and press, with the rhyme and simple sound as its main feature.

The guzheng turned from light to fast, and quickly galloped in heavy rain. It seems that when people see the decisive battle between the two armies, the sound moves the heavens and the earth, and the roof tiles fall. Slowly and observingly, there are the sound of golden drums, swords and crossbows, and the sound of people and horses...... It makes those who hear it start to struggle, and then they are afraid, and it is so moving.

Then the boiling sound slowly subsided, and turned to linger like a lover.

After drinking and talking, Gong Fengting and Su Xing began to chat without a word, and the topics ranged from the Purple Thunder Demon to the Bright Moon Immortal Palace, and then to how to know Gong Caiwei.

Although the topic of the question was intriguing, Su Xing still heard the man knocking on the side.

"This is the famous celestial star, and the first lady of Your Excellency?"

"Exactly. Su Xing nodded.

A hint of cunning flashed in Gong Fengting's eyes, and he suddenly looked at Wu Siyou and the other women and asked, "Then I don't know how many of these girls are in Su Xing's heart?"

Sonorous.

The guzheng came to an abrupt end.

The hall was silent.

Su Xing raised his eyebrows.

It's a bad question.