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He Xia simply had dinner, and took advantage of the night to make the fox sit on the magic moon and fly towards Red Moon City. Staring at the lonely night sky, only a few stars are twinkling, a faint sense of coldness. Sitting cross-legged quietly, for some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of loneliness, as if he was the only one wandering in the cosmic firmament. Thinking of the bits and pieces of the past year or so, it seems like a lifetime away.

He subconsciously probed into his body, Sisi was still asleep, according to the night ghost, after comprehending the first law, the elemental jing spirit will fall into a deep sleep, and the longer the sleep, the more powerful the law of comprehension. At the beginning, Yephant slept for 17 days, and Sisi has been half a month now.

Quietly retracted his spiritual sense, Ling Hu Jue removed the magic cover, and let the air generated by the speed form a strong wind blowing through his ears, feeling his facial features, skin and muscles trembling in the wind, and also experiencing the mystery and rules of the wind. The wind, the ethereal thing, cannot be caught by hand, but its existence can be clearly felt. Comes and goes, sometimes gentle and warm, sometimes violent and manic, sometimes sharp as gold, and sometimes soft as water. What is the true meaning of the wind, and what is the law of the wind. Linghu pondered carefully, he seemed to touch something, but he couldn't think about it, but he found nothing. Linghu Jue knows why this is happening? It is because his understanding of the wind is still on the surface, and he has not touched on the deeper things. So, he asked the Demon Moon to speed up, and the wind became more urgent, even if there was the Jade Emperor's decisive body, Ling Hu Jue still felt pain in his cheeks, as if this face would be torn apart at any time, as if the flesh and blood on his face would be blown away in an instant. Breathing became difficult, and even the heartbeat increased.

As if touching the limits of his body, Linghu Jue slowed down the Demon Moon again and glided through the air. Then the wind became gentle, as if the delicate little hands of the lover gently slid over the face, and there was a sultry slight itch. The heartstrings moved slightly, and Ling Fox Jue made the Demon Moon speed up again, and sprinted with all his might. On the ground, the gentle wind that had been wrapped around him turned into extremely sharp blades, and every inch of skin on the surface of the body felt a tingling sensation. This sudden contrast made Ling Hu Jue a little enlightened, and he faintly touched a breath, that is, the speed of the wind. It was the speed that changed the shape of the wind and the xing, so he slowed down the moon again. And just like that, one moment fast, one moment slow, it lasted all night.

The straight-line distance between Red Moon City and Minte City was obviously not that far, and three days later, the heavenly riddle had shifted slightly to the west. Ling Hu Jue had already appeared in mid-air a hundred miles away from Red Moon City, and a rugged mountain ridge crept at his feet.

It is estimated that it will be less than half an hour to reach Red Moon City. Linghu Jue lowered the height of the Demon Moon and flew towards Red Moon City along the direction of the mountain. Just as the Moon passed over a dense forest, Linghu faintly heard a cry covered by his mouth and nose - like the cry of a man struggling to hold his mouth, the cry was painful, terrifying, and even more desperate.

Linghu Jue let the Demon Moon stop flying, hovering and gliding over the dense forest, and countless birds flew up from the forest, "fluttering" and fleeing in all directions. Because the trees and foliage in the mountain forest are too luxuriant, the fox can not see what is going on in the dense forest. I hesitated slightly, whether I heard it wrong. Linghu Jue paid secretly, but he still flicked his feet, and circled half a circle in mid-air in an extremely beautiful posture, falling like a big bird throwing into the forest!

The dense forest looks down from a high altitude, and it doesn't feel big. And this entry, that feeling is the same again. Flying rapidly, listening intently to the movement around him. Sure enough, as he jumped from the treetops, there was a rustling sound in the grass a hundred meters away. Landing silently, Ling Hu was absolutely hidden, and before he could get completely close, a breath burst from where the voice came from, and obviously, the other party also noticed him. Just as he was about to make a move, a middle-aged man with a tiger's back and an ape waist, half of his face narrow and purple, and half of it covered by a silver mask, jumped out, one hand tugging his clothes indiscriminately, and the other hand carrying a blood-stained short blade.

He stared at Ling Hujue, and there was a hint of shame on his purple face, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "This friend, why should I go." ”

From the other party's aura full of jing, Ling Hu Jue had already determined that his realm was actually a junior battle candidate, which made him very surprised, you know, except for those ancient clans, he really hadn't seen a few battle battle powerhouses. Secretly, he had already regarded this silver-faced man as a member of an ancient clan. Looking at the other party, he took a few steps forward, and the light in his eyes was as cold as a blade!

The silver-faced man unexpectedly put away his contempt, because from the aura emanating from Ling Hujue's body, he felt a charm of the same realm, and after being slightly stunned, he immediately said fiercely: "Boy, you are from that clan, dare to trouble our night owl clan?"

There were too many ancient clans, and there were only a few of them that Ling Hu Jue knew, so he said expressionlessly, "What? Is there really anything unsightly? I want to see." After speaking, he walked forward slowly.

Enraged, the purple-faced man yelled, "Boy, look for death." After speaking, his body rushed up like a night owl, and suddenly one leg flew up. Ling Fox Jue leaned back and flashed. The blow missed, and the silver-faced man was even more furious, his body flashed, his legs kicked violently, and he was fierce and fierce, like a surging wave, and the momentum was amazing!

Linghu never fought back, dodging and wandering away, fast beyond the arrow. He wants to take this opportunity to take a look at the martial arts routines of this so-called Night Stalker Clan, and if he becomes an opponent in the future, he can also guard against it. Obviously, this silver-faced man was able to use his legs, and Ling Hu Jue had already dodged his more than sixty legs like a storm in his swift and unmatched movements.

Seeing that the other party looked at ease, the silver-faced man was even more furious, and shouted angrily: "Knife in the leg." After speaking, one leg flashed, hitting the lower abdomen of Ling Fox Jue, Ling Fox Jue closed his palm and pushed back, and his other leg had already stumbled around. Suddenly tilting his cheeks, the thighs brushed against Ling Hu's ears, and incredibly, the blood-stained short blade glowed with brilliance like a strong arrow.

Linghu was prepared for a long time, and his body was close to the tip of the grass was a horizontal movement. The sword followed the leg shadow and swirled like a thousand arcs of the moon, and in a screaming sound, it rolled sharply towards Linghu. Ling Hu Jue saw that the other party's martial arts were really subtle, and he wanted to make a few more moves, but when he remembered the faint call, he was not welcome. The silver halo flickered slightly, and a move of Tianshu extinguished like a meteor trailing tail, which was issued quickly and ruthlessly, and the tip of the spear cut through the air, and its sound was like a ghost crying. With the ascension of Linghu's peerless realm, the power of this Big Dipper Seven Style was gradually revealed.

The silver-faced man shuddered as hard as he could, moving again and again, just when he thought he had dodged. Ling Hu Jue teleported, and when the silver-faced man was extremely surprised, Ling Hujue's figure appeared beside him, his left hand suddenly rose and fell, hitting the back of the silver-faced man's head, and the silver-faced man leaned forward, fell down heavily, and was silent, obviously fainting.

Putting away his spear, Ling Hu Jue kicked him and walked towards the grass. He didn't go far, and when he lifted the waist-length weeds, a shocking sight came into his eyes.

A woman was half-curled up, her face hanging and trembling. The clothes on her upper body had been torn to shreds, revealing her very full breasts, the skirt and pants of her lower body were still intact, and at the base of her thigh, there was a wound about four inches long, which was obviously deliberately cut by the silver-faced man in order to intimidate her.

Turning around quickly, a murderous aura emerged from Ling Hujue's eyes, his mood was extremely heavy, he took out the white sè robe he had changed into from the storage ring, threw it over, and said softly at the same time: "It's okay, you put on your clothes first." ”

In a long-suppressed cry, the sound of rustling clothes sounded. Then, there was another cry full of grief and shame. And he saw the woman patronizing and weeping, without any words. Linghu could only turn around, and at the same time as he turned around, the woman also raised her head, very young, only about ten years old, very peugeot. She looked up at the tearful face of the pear blossom, looked at Linghu Jue, and her pupils burst out with brilliance, and she muttered like a lost soul: "My lord, you are Lord Linghu." ”

Linghu never expected that this beautiful woman dressed as a village girl would know herself, and she was speechless. But the woman knelt on her knees, kowtowed, and the nightingale cried blood: "Little girl Fei'er bows to thank the lord, thank the lord for saving her life." ”

Ling Hu Jue hurriedly leaned over to help, and inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of the white and full chest, subconsciously closed his eyes, and said with a slight trembling: "Hurry, hurry up." ”

The woman, Fei'er, was completely unaware of her brilliance, endured the pain, and slowly stood up. Unexpectedly, because this robe obviously didn't fit well for her, her toes stepped on the corners of the robe, and she pounced on Ling Hujue. Ling Hu subconsciously reached out to help, and in a panic, he actually touched the plumpness. was startled, but Fei'er groaned.

With a little embarrassment, Ling Hu Jue gently pushed it away and said in a low voice: "Miss Fei'er, how do you know me?"

His words obviously aroused Fei'er's sadness again, and she began to sobble quietly. Linghu Jue also knew that in this case, he couldn't ask more. He could only help Fei'er out of the grass with one hand, he originally wanted to treat Fei'er's injuries, but the scene just now already made him feel embarrassed, and he didn't dare to mention the sensitive injured parts.

As soon as she saw the silver-faced man lying on the ground, Fei'er rushed over like crazy. Linghu could only stretch out his hand to stop it, and at the same time said fiercely: "Don't worry, when I return to Red Moon City, after I finish asking, I will hand her over to you to dispose of." ”

"Thank you, sir. Fei'er hung her face, sobbed and nodded, and at this time, the hovering demon moon had already fallen in the air.