"Ahem" Xiao Ningsu's throat was sweet, and the blood rushed to his lips, and his pretty face suddenly turned red, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of hot blood, splashing on the ground, and there was a faint green smoke.

The tip of the nose lingered with the lingering smell of scorching smoke and dust, of course, this was not Taihua burning a wildfire, black smoke billowing out. Where else could it be?

There is only one place, Dantian.

Immortals have the power to look inside the five internal organs, Xiao Ningsu naturally does not have this magical power, but her dantian is boiling and the sky is boiling, although the only remaining bit of true qi is to reluctantly cover the bottom of the almost dry dantian pool, without the true qi to suppress and regulate the fire at the bottom of the pool, wisps of invisible heart fire rise in the wind, and bundles of flames sweep across the dantian, every time the fire burns, Xiao Ningsu is like being devoured by ten thousand ants, overflowing blood and red bewitching.

Xiao Ningsu pinched people hard, forcing himself to come to his senses, the battle was still endless, and he had never been beheaded when he was dying, so how could he kneel down because of such a small injury. Leaning on the Chiluan scabbard with one hand, the phoenix's eyes opened, Xiao Ningsu straightened up and exhaled a breath full of hot blood foam.

Su Wang Guang was cold for a moment, and he was already in the sheath. The sharp spirit cracked the bloody clothes, and the clothes on the shoulders fluttered like snow sprinkled on the river and the sky, and the beautiful spring color passed away in a flash. Xiao Ningsu turned around and picked up the two or three holes, mottled and wrinkled floor-dragging cloak, twisted her toes, and still turned her body to drape, dyed red with her hands, and held a handful of green silk behind her back, her over-the-shoulder hair fell ironing behind her back, the hem and hair tips were slightly soaked in different colors, and the blood beads of pink armor at the tip of the sword were endless.

A hundred battles in the wilderness, nothing more than this.

Behind the scenes, the real body Cui Yuanming had a shocked face, but Shaoqing melted into a senseless smile, as if for him, the dead iron drill "Cui Yuanming" was just a bird in a cage, and death was death, or beckoning, at most, a big net was cast, and a group was caught.

"Pap, papa, pap......" The depths of the forest once again resounded with monotonous and lonely applause, every time the sound starts, there must be a dead soul falling in reincarnation, to people and to whom, or fortunate or unlucky?

The black robe and gold sleeves are the most handsome and majestic for men, and the emperors are majestic but not juvenile and heroic. Xiao Ningsu turned her head in disgust, and when she first saw Cui Yuanming's monkey and crown dress on the big river ferry, she couldn't help but think of the previous life when she was a sword girl in Baoze Weapons Shop in Zhaojia Town, the "sons" who had oily hair and powdered faces and a pair of eyes that could scrape people's clothes on the Baobin upstairs opposite were tired of feeling crooked for no reason.

But Cui Yuanming's good-looking skin contained a boring soul, and he kept chattering. Xiao Ningsu doesn't like summer, one of them is that the cicada never knows the word "stop", so Xiao Ningsu is angry, and he must pour a basin of cold water on the old locust tree behind the small courtyard, hum, I don't know what happened that year and month, a basin of water is not only poured down, but also poured a lewd disciple who climbed the tree and peeped on the way, Xiao Ningsu was too lazy to care, just shouted, and immediately a group of big men rushed over and dragged the man away, and beat him to death.

"Good ......," Cui Yuanming applauded.

"Shut up!" Xiao Ningsu roared. Didn't you see her thinking about things! The season when the disciple was poured down by a basin of water was when she was in her prime, and later the wild bees and butterflies in the other town had very good noses and many people in the weapon shop, so they drilled into the old locust tree in the small courtyard, and rubbed the scene of Xiao Ning Suyue's sword dance several times in vain.

So Xiao Ningsu didn't buy firewood for a while.

Cui Yuanming swallowed the word "sword" behind him, and suddenly wondered why he was only halfway through the words.

"Good swordsmanship. Cui Yuanming gradually walked over with his hands behind his back, with a smile that was so cheap in Xiao Ningsu's eyes.

"None of the three methods have been able to subdue your little hoof, and I haven't seen ...... for a year and a half," Cui Yuanming said. First, the crossbowmen raided the rain of arrows, and then the three grandmasters supplemented by more than a dozen small grandmasters to surround and kill, but I didn't expect Xiao Ningsu to be so fierce that she took all the orders, if she hadn't insisted on bringing out the three doppelganger helmet slaves from home, she might not have been able to subdue her today. Rao is like this, and he slashed the most courageous slave one.

"The nonsense is still the same!" Xiao Ningsu choked back coldly, it was originally an extremely hard thing to suppress the internal fire, but this unlucky child still likes to chirp crookedly, and sure enough, he and Cui Yuanding are a nest of waste.

The words "I ......" were choked back into his throat again, and this time Cui Yuan wisely chose not to choke on the woman, stretched out his arms, put his hands together, and his knuckles "clicked".

In the distance, Dou Liancheng's five-section hook and sickle was desolate and there were two sections left, the short spear was so far that it was better to say that it was a short halberd, and Cui Yuanming, the folding fan, seemed to have the mind of a cat playing with a mouse, and the sawtooth folding fan specialized in the limbs and hundreds of remains, cutting the ground Dou Liancheng's skin and flesh were full of blood.

The Sima brothers and sisters and Feng Lei have been working hard for a long time, and they are already at the end of the crossbow, although they have severely injured the long sword Cui Yuanming many times as if they exchanged their lives, but the long sword Cui Yuanming is nothing more than a doppelganger puppet, whether he lives or dies, how can he care about the pain, and under the successive counterattacks, no one does not spill his clothes without blood, especially Feng Lei carried the long sword at most and picked and teased, and there were faint white bones.

"Alas, slave one is something I like a lot, and I want to refine it to improve my skills, but I just died, but it's a pity, the slave two slaves and the three are a little worse, forget it, I will use it. Cui Yuanming looked at Nu Yi, who was split in half with the iron drill in his hand, and his eyes were not without regret.

"Waste, things. Xiao Ningsu bit the ground extremely accurately and scolded.

Cui Yuanming finally felt the anger coming up, and his face was cold.

"I'm curious, how much true qi do you have left!"

Cui Yuan said that he ran straight up, and made an eagle's claw to choke Xiao Ningsu's throat.

Xiao Ningsu was slightly surprised that Cui Yuanming rushed up so straightforwardly, how could Xiao Ningsu not see that Cui Yuanming was purely a showman, and his strength was all in the control of the puppet order helmet slave, and he could have a little grandmaster himself can be regarded as the top of the sky. Oh, the fist and foot kung fu without any tricks is to add to her.

Xiao Ning Suluan came out of the sheath, and with a sword, he was about to cut off Cui Yuanming's arm, and then cut off his most annoying mouth, discounted the bones and hung them on the tree, out of sight and out of mind!

"Cough!" Xiao Ningsu's right hand tingled, Chiluan trembled and almost got out of his hand, just about to start the true qi poured into his wrist, as soon as he extracted the true qi, the inner fire in the dantian suddenly burned against the trend, and the inner heart was scorching, and Xiao Ningsu's face was pale, and his willow eyebrows were tightly twisted, obviously in pain.

Although Cui Yuanming didn't succeed in a move, this palm directly provoked Xiao Ningsu's internal fire, Chiluan's sword staggered, Xiao Ningsu covered her chest and tried her best to suppress the fire and cooking oil inside, she couldn't pump her true qi anymore, and if she smoked again, it was bound to be an internal fire, and this time, where did a stupid boy send Jin Dan?

Cui Yuanming looked at Xiao Ningsu with interest as he couldn't even lift the appearance of the three-foot Qingfeng, he really couldn't look at the sword master who was still a sword master a moment ago.

"Now, who's the waste? Cui Yuanming said playfully.