Xuanyuan Xiang looked at Yin Qingfeng, although he couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, but Xuanyuan Xiang always felt that today's Yin Qingfeng seemed... It's a little different from before, it's like... Become more like....... "Yin Qingfeng, you seem to have changed, become more like... Woman."

Yin Qingfeng's brows were frivolous, obviously Xuanyuan Xiang's words just now touched the pain point in Yin Qingfeng's heart, since he cultivated the "Sunflower Treasure Book", Yin Qingfeng's physical changes are naturally very clear to him, but he has always concealed it very well, on Qingcheng Mountain, no one has discovered his secret, even Qin Ke'er at this time They have never noticed themselves, but now that Xuanyuan Xiang said this, Yin Qingfeng couldn't help but be angry, this kind of anger is burning, and he can't wait to dismantle Xuanyuan Xiang to calm down.

It's just that Yin Qingfeng can't show it, won't that make others think that Xuanyuan Xiang is right? Yin Qingfeng pretended to look at Xuanyuan Xiang calmly, and said for a long time, "You haven't changed, you're still so annoying." ”

"Haha, that's a good point. For Yin Qingfeng's words, Xuanyuan Xiang laughed loudly, the weeping blood in his hand stood sideways, and looked at Yin Qingfeng with a solemn face, "Since this is the case, let's do it, and see how many moves you can hold the weeping blood in my hand?"

"Okay, look at the sword!" Yin Qingfeng hissed, the green shirt and white clothes turned into a breeze, and rushed towards Xuanyuan Xiang, Xuanyuan Xiang saw it clearly, stood still with both feet, and even pressed down the ground under his feet for a few points, crying blood and waving lightly, forming a faint sword gang in mid-air.

As the sword blade pointed to, a chilling sword qi rushed to his face, Xuanyuan Xiang did not choose to follow hard, his steps stepped lightly, and the whole person slid backwards, almost at the same moment, crying blood slashed horizontally, the blades intersected, and there was a soft sound of swords, and the two figures separated with a touch.

Xuanyuan Xiang fell backwards, holding the ground with one hand, as a fulcrum, the figure burst up, his body soared into the air, and condescendingly lifted the weeping blood high above the top, and after a violent drink, the weeping blood was cut down, turning into a bloody light, and the dim and somewhat weird blood color shrouded Yin Qingfeng's face.

Yin Qingfeng fell from mid-air, the blood light above his head almost didn't allow Yin Qingfeng to hesitate for a moment, he slashed lightly with one foot, and with this force, he rushed towards the blood light with his sword, it seemed that Yin Qingfeng was planning to force Xuanyuan Xiang's blow.

The blood light fell, and a blue light incarnated by Yin Qingfeng broke out of the sky, but it was obvious that the blow just now also made him not very comfortable, and the clothes on his body were torn in many places, but on the contrary, Yin Qingfeng's face was full of strong battle intent, and even, against the backdrop of the blood light crying blood, it seemed a little weird.

The long sword stabbed, Xuanyuan Xiang was in mid-air, there was nowhere to borrow strength, he could only hold the weeping blood opposite, the blades intersected, and there was a loud noise, Xuanyuan Xiang was hit by a huge force, and hit the ground straight to the ground, until a burst of smoke and dust was lifted on the ground, Xuanyuan Xiang drew a long distance on the ground, and then stood up, when he raised his head again, his hair was scattered, and the corners of his mouth were full of blood。

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"Devil, let's die!" "Don't need Qin Ke'er to greet you, seeing that Xuanyuan Xiang was seriously injured, that group of martial arts people seemed to see the hope of seizing the weeping blood, and rushed towards Xuanyuan Xiang in one go, this is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if you can take advantage of the chaos to seize the ancient blade of weeping blood, let alone make a name for yourself in the martial arts, it may not be an empty word to dominate the martial arts, it is this fantasy that is so good that even they forgot that they were under the weeping blood knife just now, and these people can't even resist a move.

Xuanyuan Xiang heard the human voice, raised his head, and saw countless people rushing towards him, a fierce color flashed in his eyes, crying blood across his chest, roaring, blood light came out, and suddenly, there were countless broken arms and stumps, blood all over the sky, and the sound of wailing, one after another......

But such a scene can't stop the nature of those people who are devoured by desire, and they still rush like a tide, but the blow just now has exhausted the strength of Xuanyuan Xiang's whole body, and at this time, there is no strength to wave the weeping blood in his hand, so he can only watch these people rush over.

Seeing this scene, Macharan in the distance couldn't sit still, and he didn't know what secret weapon he was holding tightly in his hand, and it seemed that he was ready to rescue Xuanyuan Xiang at any time.

It's just that Macharan hasn't made a move yet, and a strange aroma suddenly fills the air, just a light sniff, Macharan is aware that something is wrong, and hurriedly holds his breath and concentrates, but his eyes never leave Xuanyuan Xiang, once those people will be unfavorable to Xuanyuan Xiang, Macharan will definitely not hesitate.

"Young helper, be careful of the fragrance!" In the crowd of beggars on the other side, it seems that Hua Lao also noticed that something was wrong, and reminded Yin Tianfang that he was also connected to several big points on his body, not letting the strange fragrance enter his body, and looked around with gloomy eyes.

Yin Tianfang also generally connected a few big points on his body, but he didn't look around like Hua Lao, but looked straight towards Ma Charan, maybe he subconsciously thought that this was Ma Charan in order to save Xuanyuan Xiang.

Besides, those people who rushed to Xuanyuan Xiang were filled with a strange fragrance, these people didn't notice it for a while, and they were hit one after another, and before they could rush to Xuanyuan Xiang's body, they were already staggering and wanted to fall.

"Giggles... Cluck... The disciple of the Wudang faction, it turns out that it is nothing more than this......" After a crisp laugh, a woman in Hanfu suddenly fell from the air, only to wait until others saw her clearly, only to find that although the woman was wearing Hanfu, the facial features on her face had a different look from the Han people.

(End of chapter)