The wind rose on the flat ground, and Qingling smiled and arrived.

There was a look of panic, and now on that delicate and energetic face.

"Fuliu?!"

Yin Shao hurriedly stepped up, his fists tightly grasped the body of the ash gun, and looked at the golden-veined black clothes that stood on the dust as if he were facing a great enemy, and said with trembling teeth.

"How, how...... How can you still be alive?!"

A bead of sweat swept across his sideburns.

Fuliu didn't open his lips, nor did he answer with laughter.

Just squinted at it slightly.

It made him shudder for a moment.

Beads of sweat fall to the ground.

Yin Shao, whose pupils were uncertain, clenched his fists, trying to stand still and face his fear, but in front of her calm smile, he trembled his legs uncontrollably, and retreated step by step, until he bumped into his uncle with a 'bang-'.

is to look back at Yin Zheng, with a frightened face.

"Uncle, she ......"

The words came to an abrupt end.

In Yin Shao's impression, although the tall uncle Yin Zheng is a martial arts idiot who is not smiling at first glance, is wooden, and only knows how to practice martial arts all day long, if he gets along a lot, he will know that his uncle is actually a quite emotional, happy and angry martial arts warrior - he is definitely not a dull-headed, moody and invisible.

But.

When Yin Shao looked back.

But I saw that his face was like frost, looking at the black fur that was coming from the dust, and he couldn't even see the slightest stunned look on his face.

Yin Shao was slightly stunned, and suddenly understood something.

If it weren't for the fact that my uncle had changed his personality overnight......

He blinked, and immediately glanced sideways at the other people around him.

I saw the evening fragrance of the Lu family, Ling Yue, Zhou Yi, the eldest son of the Zhou family, and even Zhong Liyan, who was still sobbing, none of them showed such shock and panic as Yin Shao.

When almost all people saw the black fur coming from the thirty miles of broken mountains and rivers, the expression on their faces was nothing but calm.

Fuliu will not die.

And rightfully so.

Except for Yin Shao, no one present felt that the Qianzhang Sword Qi could kill Fuliu - even if Wang Manxiu kowtowed at the royal court again, it would be the same.

Because she's Furyug.

It is the three saints of Qimen.

It is the three saints of Qimen who have reigned for one hundred and thirty years.

It is the three saints of Qimen who are closest to the realm of the Jade Emperor in the past thousand years.

He is the second person since the first emperor of the great dream.

Although Qinghe's sword is sharp, it can't be sharpened by her fingertips, and although the court of the king is prosperous, it can't be filled with her face.

She's Furyug.

It's just one of the streams.

......

The wind dispersed under the moon, and there was a dingdong.

It was the blue spirit jade dagger that was gently thrown to the ground, and after two falls, there was no movement.

"The concubine has already said it, tell you to stop. ”

Wanxiang brushed the sleeves of her skirt, stepped in front of the body of the white cloth, looked at the tattooed gold and black fur less than twenty steps away, and said, "If you still insist on making a move...... Then stop blaming, the concubine doesn't miss the old love. ”

With that, her red eyes opened slightly, so that her reflection was reflected in her almond-shaped pupils.

Seeing that Fuliu also squinted, he raised the corners of his lips with a smile.

The two looked at each other.

After three moments.

Thunder.

It was the dark golden phoenix that rose from its robe and spread its wings to the sky, screaming.

It is the four purple qi condensing behind the evening fragrance, which converges into the two wings of the poisonous butterfly, setting off a raging tide.

Two people and two laws, a hundred zhang of the face, shocking the world.

As soon as she and her appeared, they had already stirred up layers of turbulent waves and scattered in all directions, blowing Yin Shao, who had an enemy of half a hundred realms, unable to stand still...... Fortunately, Yin Zheng, who was as stable as Mount Tai, stood behind him, holding Shangshan with one hand and pressing Yin Shao with the other, although it seemed a little difficult, he finally didn't let him be blown away.

As for Zhong Liyan and Lu Lingyue, the two girls' families are not so lucky. Although Lu Lingyue knows a lot of demon clan Qimen, it can be said that she is good at saving lives and poisoning people, but obviously she didn't learn the skills of this law phase heaven and earth from her mother, and she will fly like a fledgling like a nestling when she is blown by this air wave...... Although the spiritual eye is wonderful, it is not a fixed sea god needle.

Seeing that the two girls' homes were about to turn into a meteor in the night sky, the son of the Zhou family wearing a yin and yang robe finally appeared, walked quickly to the front of the swaying people, his eyes flashed with a strange light, and then he drew a circle in mid-air with his sleeves, but he didn't know what method was cast, so that the two forms of the qi wave disappeared and scattered to both sides.

Everyone consciously hid behind this invisible and untouchable barrier, hid behind Zhou Yi, and then raised their eyes to look at the two of them to see what would happen next.

After all, Fuliu is the Three Saints and the leader.

But the evening fragrance is not also the Three Saints, isn't it?

In addition, she also has the background of the demon clan in ...... Although it is not said that all demon clans are born with more deed spirits than mortals, but the demon clan's strange and mysterious doors, coupled with the fact that they all prolong their lives and can live for hundreds of years, they have a lot of experience and experience compared to mortals with a cap of 100 longevity, so they naturally have a lot of advantages.

Fuliu is against the evening fragrance of the bird, the three saints of the hundred years are against the three saints of the demon clan, and it is really hard to say who will kill the deer.

At least, in the eyes of Qimen now, in the eyes of Zhou Yi and Yin Zheng, it is not easy to say.

But it's not easy to say, but it's easy to say right away.

Because just a moment later, one of the two of them suddenly disappeared.

That's not the purple poisonous butterfly of the evening fragrance.

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows and blinked his dark eyes in surprise.

Seeing the dust twenty paces away, the flawless Fuliu pursed the corners of his lips.

There was a tiny streak of blood slipping down from there.

The blood is pale in color, like clear water, but it is still essence blood.

If it was just such a streak of blood, it was obviously impossible for the majestic golden phoenix to dissipate and become invisible in an instant...... But for Fuliu, who is the Three Sages of Qimen, to allow such a bloodshot to come out of the corner of his lips, it means that the meridians in his body should not be very comfortable at this time.

Is it because of the phase of the evening incense?

Is it because of that Qinghe sword qi?

Or is it because of ...... What kind of knocking on the royal court?

Zhou Yi blinked his eyes, glanced at the white clothes on the ground, and raised the corners of his lips slightly, as if he was a little interested.

After the Fuliu method disappeared, Wanxiang also stretched her eyebrows slightly, waved her sleeves to disperse her purple poisonous butterfly, and smiled at Fuliu, "Want to open?"

It's about a mockery.

Fuliu pursed his lips, raised his hand to wipe away the blood stains on the corners of his lips, raised his eyes, and looked a little unhappy, and said in a low voice, "You are too protective of him." ”

Wanxiang tilted her head slightly, and replied indifferently, "The concubine has always been like this. ”

“...... Oh, that's it. Since you want to do boring things like this, Yu will not stop you. ”

Fuliu raised his head and snorted for a while, took a step forward, waved his sleeves and turned his hand, pointed at Zhong Liyan, and said, "I will take away the Spirit Eye, and he will leave it to you." ”

Lu Lingyue squinted, stroked her skirt sleeves, and turned sideways.

"Please. ”

One word.

It's not an order, but it's not polite.

But Fuliu is not in the mood to care about this at this time.

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