"And..."Feng didn't think in vain, and in the blink of an eye he came up with an alternative explanation. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Slow, what did you just say?" Qin Songyue grabbed Feng Feng's slip of the tongue.

"The little brother is talking about the head of the four swords of Yi Bo Yuntian!" Feng did not throw out the answer he had thought of before.

"What a righteous Bo Yuntian, do you think I'm an old fool?" Qin Songyue looked disdainful, as if he disdained to reason with him, but after being silent for a moment, he suddenly burst out: "What is your intention to call that rebel a righteous son now? Could it be that you are colluding with him?"

"What did the eldest brother say! How could I have anything to do with that little thief!"

"Nothing to do with it, then let me ask you, where are the two of them now?" Qin Songyue trembled, as if he was still extremely angry.

"Right now, the rudder of the Jingdaomen and the factions on the rivers and lakes have laid a net of heaven and earth, and in time..."Feng said in vain.

"How long will it take?" Qin Songyue interrupted him rudely, and said resolutely: "If you want me to believe, bring his head to see me!" After speaking, Qin Songyue was about to leave.

"For the sake of an insignificant villain, does the eldest brother have to give up the entire rivers and lakes?"

"It's useless to talk more, let's go back!" Qin Songyue was unmoved at all and continued to walk into the darkness.

"Big brother, this Soul Guarding Pill..."Feng was helpless to sacrifice his killer weapon, but he couldn't stop Qin Songyue from stopping, and his figure was fading away in the night.

Feng Buvain was completely out of order, he couldn't believe that Qin Songyue had made a decision that was tantamount to suicide, and the dark night in front of him was like his heart, making him fall into anxiety that he couldn't choose. was just stunned for a moment, but the wind and clouds suddenly changed, the wind was not in vain, and he felt that his body was tight, and an extremely powerful palm wind was pressing towards him. At this critical moment, there was no panic on his face, but a smile. The overwhelming power of his palms came, but it felt like an extremely comfortable massage to him, and he closed his eyes intoxicated. Although the wind is not in vain, his face is comfortable, but his heart is not relaxed, and he also greets him with both palms.

With a muffled sound of "bang", Feng Bu took two steps back, and Qin Songyue, who counterattacked with his palm, was still standing in place, steady as a rock.

"You... What kind of demon method is used?" Feng Buvain still didn't care about it, but Qin Songyue's face was frightened, and even his voice trembled a little.

"Demon law? Hmph..."Feng Buvain sneered, opened his eyes, and said: "Martial arts are broad, is it true that the eldest brother knows everything?"

These days, under the coercion of the Soul Resident Pill, the poison on Qin Songyue's body gradually improved, but then he also paid a great price, the color of the hair on his body became more and more light, turning into light gold, his Adam's apple had completely disappeared, and if his voice was not deliberately squeezed, it would be as soft as a woman. And the male yang thing under his crotch has also surpassed the stage of falling pain, and his body is light and thin. The only thing that has improved is his appearance, and even so, the three strands of beautiful hair under his chin have fallen off.

Qin Songyue blamed all this on the Soul Resident Pill, but he ignored its benefits, and he regretted and angered him, and he even used all his strength, hoping that under the heavy blow, the wind would not be in vain on the spot.

When the four palms met, both of them were a little surprised in their hearts, Feng Buvain was surprised by the strangeness of Qin Songyue's moves and the improvement of internal strength, and felt more and more that the revival of the Howling Sword was imminent, and its status in the martial arts would definitely rise and not fall, and they couldn't help but be overjoyed, it was a surprise. And Qin Songyue has been practicing behind closed doors for several days, thinking that one blow will be fatal, but the internal force in his palm is like a river entering the sea without a trace, if it is not for the wind to take the initiative to retreat, even if there is more internal force in his body, he can't stand it, and he is worried for a while, it is for horror. When the two are compared, the judgment is superior.

"No wonder the eldest brother wants to avoid the people in my faction, it turns out that he wants to do penance here, and his skills are really growing day by day!" said with a smile in vain, as if the martial arts were further advanced by himself.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you want to kill me, do it!" Qin Songyue was arrogant and regarded death as home.

"Alas!" Feng Bu let out a long sigh and said in his heart: This old man's body and martial arts are all extraordinary, but his mind is like a hairy guy, and he wants you to die at every turn.

"Death is death, what a pity!" Qin Songyue didn't understand why Feng Bubai sighed, and thought that he was indecisive.

"Uh..." Feng Bu listened to this in vain, not only was he speechless, but he also had a little more worry in his heart.

"That's right! There's one more thing!" Qin Songyue interrupted his thoughts and asked in a haunted manner, "What kind of kung fu did you do just now?"

"That Dingyuan grass, do you remember it, big brother?" Feng Buyi's face was gloomy, and the corners of his mouth were full of evil energy.

"What Dingyuan?" Qin Songyue reacted as soon as he spoke, and said in astonishment: "How do you know?"

"Big brother is so forgetful, that yellowed page..."The wind is not in vain and pretends to be mysterious, and he wants to stop talking.

"So you..." Qin Songyue struggled to bite out three words, and he was already in tears, and the palm power that had disappeared before seemed to pour out together, hitting his body and hurting his heart.

"In the beginning... You're... Know!" Qin Songyue felt a cramp in his heart, he could barely straighten up, and once the knots in his heart that he had hoped to untie were released together, the result was far beyond his ability to bear. He swallowed the blood oozing from the corner of his lips into his stomach, slowly pulled out the long sword he was carrying, and without making the slightest detour, he directly stabbed towards the wind!

"Bang Bang!" There was a crisp crash, a dull sound of falling to the ground, a lonely but invincible figure!

"These are not memories you should have!" Feng Buvain seemed to warn Qin Songyue at his feet, even though he was unconscious now. Feng put the long sword on the ground back to the sheath, inserted it into his waist at will, and lifted Qin Songyue and carried it on his shoulder.

"Big brother, come back with me!'s where you should be!" Feng Bu said his last sentence to the night, walking through the ruins in front of him and in the direction of the Jingzhao City Wall.