She suddenly felt an indescribable sword energy, like an invisible mountain peak, pressing down on her.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her muscles suddenly tightened. Her pretty face had a strange red color, and the deer-mowing knife trembled, as if it was being pulled out of her fingers.

The curved hilt, the curved scimitar. The curved moon.

There was fear in her eyes, but she never flinched. Her face was pale and sad.

The scimitar cut through the air and struck at Tang Xing's head. The light of the sword was like the moonlight pouring down from the sky, and the energy of the sword was as majestic as the raging ocean waves. A violent wind blew up. It was brilliant and beautiful like a rainbow. The seven-color brilliance enveloped Tang Xing.

"Dance of the Phoenix."

The bronze is like a colorful phoenix dancing in the moonlight, and her body exudes dazzling brilliance.

Tang Xing paused for a moment, then seemed to be blocked by something. He clasped his little finger with the ring finger of his right hand and tilted his hand downward slightly. A powerful sword energy enveloped his whole body, and a barrier with the strongest defense was instantly formed.

The dazzling sword light dimmed.

All seven knives were chopped down, and fine dust was scattered.

Tang Xing had arrived in front of Meng Xiaoan, with a faint trace of blood between his lips.

Meng Xiaoan looked at him. At such a close distance, if Tang Xing stabbed him with his sword, he would die. Strangely, Meng Xiaoan did not move.

Like a lover, Tang Xing put his lips next to Meng Xiaoan's ear and whispered: "I like you, I really like you."

He faced Meng Xiaoan, as if he had known him a long time ago, and suddenly he felt that strange feeling in his heart, the feeling of being whipped.

An indescribable stimulation and pain, a stimulation and pain that he can never forget.

His voice was gentle, but to bronze ears it was as sharp as a needle. Her nails holding the handle of the knife dug deeply into her palm.

His breath still lingered in Meng Xiaoan's ears, but the figure had disappeared.

Meng Xiaoan slowly walked up to Qingtong, stretched out his right hand, and slowly and gently wiped her hair: "Sister Qingtong, do you have anything to say to me? I feel like you looked at me differently tonight.

the taste of."

Bronze lowered his head and leaned on Meng Xiaoan's not broad shoulders, and said in a faint voice: "Will you leave me?" Like a child alone in the dark, watching his relatives leave her cruelly, crying heartbreakingly.

Shouting cannot arouse their cold hearts.

"No, even if I die, I will take you with me."

"real?"

"You are a turtle bastard who deceives the person you like." But the devil's claws stretched out to the latter's towering chest, rubbing it wantonly.

"Meng Xiaoan, you're a bastard, I'm telling you seriously." Meng Xiaoan, who had never changed his mind, got angry again and slashed at the evil claws with his deer-cutting knife.

"Master, I want to tell you something."

"Well, you say."

"The people from the Tang Sect are still here, but this time please let me come forward, okay?"

"Are you afraid that I disappeared like last time?"

"Is that okay?"
Chapter completed!