In the forest, bamboo leaves are flying, and the afterglow of the setting sun is draped on Xiang Yang Xiongwu's body, with a faint golden color, as if the most invincible god of war in the world.

He slowly withdrew his right hand, and the blood dripping between his fingers dissipated. He leaned down and took the fire fog iron from a young and heroic man's hand, sighed helplessly.

In the past ten days, ten young and promising young men called themselves Meng Feiyang and came to him with a natural attitude to get the Fire Mist Iron Order.

These ten people are either handsome and extraordinary sunny men, beautiful butterfly boys, or burly ox-guys with burly appearances and domineering appearances. They each have their own charm and extraordinary.

Martial arts are also starting from second-rate, and there is a master who is well-known in martial arts. Unfortunately, they are all fakes.

Faced with the counterfeits who wanted to cheat on him and to block his wayblocking stones to obtain the Tiancan magical skill, Xiang Yang took action without hesitation, leaving his own stone to turn into golden fingers at their eyebrows. This martial arts are also a little beneficial.

"Xiang Yang, in the past ten days, you killed ten young masters of my Holy Sect, each of which was one of the best men in a hundred. I really can't figure it out, how did you know that they were not Meng Feiyang?

If they had seen their disguise in advance, why did they hand over the Fire Mist Iron Order to their hands?"

The whirlwind rolled the leaves, and a beautiful woman in red dress with cherry lips and peach cheeks stepped on her embroidered shoes, and her slender waist slowly walked towards her, step by step, with a graceful posture, and her body exuded an intoxicating fragrance like an orchid.

"I have my own way of identifying it, but I also have some confusion. Although these ten people are not considered talented, they can also be considered talented. No matter how big your family business is in the Zoroastrian Church, it is probably a pain to lose these ten people."

Xiang Yang is not unfamiliar with the woman in red who appeared. For ten days, this woman has been waiting for an opportunity to find his flaws. Unfortunately, even though the other party was very good at killing, he had nothing to gain in the face of the gap in strength like a natural disaster.

"If they were really capable, they would not be killed by Constable Xiang. Besides, if they could get Constable Xiang, it would be worth it even if twenty more deaths were killed."

Nightingale's heart was bleeding, but she still looked free and generous on the surface. She had to execute the orders above and had no qualifications to question them.

Several of these ten people were familiar with the masters of the Rain Division, and the other several were outstanding talents in the sect. Now they have been killed by Xiang Yang, and she dared not imagine who can take this responsibility.

"My patience is limited. If there is another time, the matter between us will end here. Even if Meng Feiyang really finds it, it will be impossible to get the Fire Mist Order in my hand."

Xiang Yang's eyelids drooped, and he put the fire fog into his arms without looking back. He took a big step towards the bamboo forest, walking as he walked.

The repeated expectations and disappointments have almost wiped out his patience. The repeated temptations of Zoroastrianism made him tirelessly. If it really doesn't work, he went straight to Qianjun.

The nightingale in red stood there, watching Xiang Yang's back gradually disappear, and felt a little irritated. She stepped on the spot for a few steps, full of entanglement.

Meng Feiyang is the Holy Son. If he really delays his major affairs, can he bear it?

This is a game between the top leaders in the church. She rashly intervened in it. If the score is settled in the autumn, I am afraid there will be no good ending.

Just as hesitating whether to give advice to Master Yu, a big hand was silently pressed on the nightingale's shoulders, warm and powerful, but her hair exploded and almost suffocated.

Her pupils shrank to the limit, and it was incredible that someone could get close to her and master her assassination. Even though Xiang Yang had excellent martial arts skills, he could not do this, but now someone has done it.

"The skin is as creamy as it is, and it is extremely beautiful. The killers of the Rain Division are very good-looking, but you and Xu Che almost ruined my big deal. This account has to be settled, so let's start with you."

Nightingale slowly turned around and saw an ordinary man with a smile on his lips staring at her with his eyes as bright as a galaxy. He felt a sudden jump.

He is very strange and has never met before, but from his deep words, he can guess his identity. Meng Feiyang, one of the three saints of Zoroastrianism, is an existence that may dominate Zoroastrianism in the future.

In terms of appearance, Meng Feiyang is really not handsome, with ordinary facial features and medium figure. Even Xiang Yang, whose appearance has dropped sharply, will never be recognized by the crowd.

But a person's appearance is only outside, and the core inside is the key.

Meng Feiyang looks ordinary, but no one looks at him, but he will never ignore him. The light emitted by his eyes and the temperament emitted from the inside out are like clouds in the sky, gathering and dispersing. If you want to explore, you have no way to start.

Unexpectedly, he really came, risking the possibility of being designed by the God-Snatching Sect, and rushed from Qianjun all the way to Yanxi Qingjiang Prefecture in ten days. It was full of dust. It could be seen how important the fire fog iron order was to him.

The clothes as red as fire clouds were instantly torn apart by the true energy, and the proud upper surround was revealed in the cold dusk. The nightingale's eyes were as charming as silk, as if you could pick them up.

Meng Feiyang's tone is not good at present, and obviously he wants to settle it. Nightingale quickly made her own choice, saving her life is important.

A killer is not a dead soldier. An excellent killer must have calculated his retreat before the mission begins.

The best weapon for a woman is never martial arts, but physical body. Nightingale can stand out from a group of killers. Her extraordinary appearance and figure account for half of the factors, and she has her own unique advantages in killing and saving lives.

Faced with this scene, most of the men are afraid that they cannot control themselves. Lust is a common problem for men and a male instinct. No man does not love women unless there is psychological or physiological problems.

However, Meng Feiyang is not an ordinary person. He also loves women, but his incomparable willpower can suppress all the desire and irrelevant distractions.

The curve of the corner of the mouth remains the same, but a ball of flame suddenly rises in his eyes.

What welcoming Nightingale's kindness was not the caress that wandered around her body, but the heat that caused people to rush to swell up the flesh and blood. The bursting true energy poured into Nightingale's body, instantly destroying her cultivation, her meridians were cut off, and her dantian was broken. This was just the beginning.

As time passed, the nightingale's delicate face became distorted and her pupils dilated. Her skin, which was originally like milk, was as red as a cooked prawn, and her whole body exuded a fragrance.

But it is no longer the aroma of orchids, but the aroma of meat and the aroma of barbecue.

"Master Rain, Xu Che, our work is not over yet, but what we need to do next is to get the Fire Mist Order back. After ten years, have you finally got the things back to the original owner? Xiang Yang, who are you?"

Meng Feiyang tapped his fingertips, and the nightingale's body was driven directly by a fierce wind to fly to the tip of a bamboo behind, like barbecue bamboo sticks and skewers.
Chapter completed!