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038 Peeping Mist

There was a sword dancing, moving like thunder and furious, and stopping like the light of the river and sea. It made the viewer feel depressed and made the heaven and earth low. The Gongsun woman passed down from generation to generation to quell the rebellion.

"It's actually Gongsun Jianwu's sword weaponry!"

Luo Feiyu held Jiang Mo in his hand and danced gracefully. But between the slow but airtight sword dance, Liu Qiuhuang's flexible sword force could not penetrate the slightest.

As long as Liu Qiuhuang's sword hit the sea of ​​rippling swords, it would pop up instantly. Within a moment, his hands would be stiff and numb.

Gongsun Shilan looked at Luo Feiyu's endless sea of ​​swords, no longer as full of loopholes as when he first met. He couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: "It's really a talented person. He actually built the Xihe Snow in just one day."

Brother Liu Qiuhuang looked at his boss retreating step by step and looked shocked: "Isn't only the direct women of Gongsun's family who can practice the sword art? How could he? Could it be..."

Another younger brother saw that Luo Feiyu was handsome and blushed, and came to Gongsun Shilan's side, "Is your lord Gongsun Xiaolou?"

Gongsun Shilian hurriedly replied, "That's right, Gongsun Shilian, the owner of the Sword Artillery Building."

The younger brother cleared his throat and his eyes lit up, "I wonder if Ling Mei is married?"

"..." Gongsun Shilian was so scared that she waved her hand, "Actually he is..."

"I just like to dress up as a man!" Before Gongsun Shilian finished speaking, Luo Feiyu knocked away the long sword in Liu Qiuhuang's hand and said delicately: "I am the 14th generation owner of the Sword Artillery Tower, Gongsun Feiyu!"

"Silly." Gongsun Shilian cursed inwardly, and was about to go forward to pull him down, but he caught a glimpse of the long sword that Liu Qiuhuang took the flying out and slashed towards Luo Feiyu. Gongsun Shilian ran towards Luo Feiyu while exclaiming, "Don't look at me, avoid it!"

Luo Feiyu seemed to have not heard it, and still smiled brightly at Gongsun Shilian.

"If you interrupt my good things, you have to pay the price!"

At this moment, the fiery red sword is like a willow branch under the sudden rain, waving a wave of heat, with unprecedented hatred!

"The weak willow supports the waist and is as regretful as eyebrows!" someone exclaimed.

"Good come." Luo Feiyu turned his head and clamped the seemingly burning sword with his fingers.

The scorching sword intent attached to the sword disappeared instantly.

"You..." Liu Qiuhuang was shocked and wanted to pull out the long sword from Luo Feiyu's fingers, but could not shake it at all.

Luo Feiyu's eyes were blood red, and he looked at the fire-red sword with interest, "Liu Yue's seven swords, Liu Pan's sword 'fire cry'? I heard from the master that there was a phoenix trapped in this sword that did not want to wake up. If the phoenix was willing to wake up, this sword was qualified to be among the top ten famous swords."

Liu Qiuhuang was a little annoyed when she saw Luo Feiyu so calm and calm, but even if he had worked hard, he could not shake the Huo Ti Sword from Luo Feiyu's fingers.

Liu Qiuhuang said angrily: "Since I recognize my father's sword, why don't you remove your hand!"

"Your father's sword is not your sword after all!" Luo Feiyu sneered, raised the sword's edge upwards, and the Fire Ti sword rotated out of thin air and then inserted into the ground.

Liu Qiuhuang was about to get angry, but when she touched the hilt of Huo Ti's sword, she found that the originally burning sword body was now just a cold body.

"You..." A cold sweat broke out on Liu Qiuhuang's forehead.

"Don't worry, when the dragon raises its head on February 2 next year, the sword flame will rebirth again, and the Fire Cry Sword will be reborn. This time, let's teach you a lesson first." Luo Feiyu shook his head, "Also, you can use the sword of Eternal Resentment as Eyebrow at your age, which is extremely talented, but if your hatred for me is just because I disturbed you to pick up girls, I suggest you don't practice it."

After saying that, Luo Feiyu suddenly snatched the sword and swung the eternal regret of Liuyue Villa. The same sword was a difference between clouds and mud.

The hatred of this sword is like a close friend who is in front of the flowers and the moon, and he hates the separation.

It’s like a close friend who first met on a street and regretted that he met too late.

In hatred, the hearts of sorrow are filled with all the worries, and the sword flowers are gorgeous.

Liu Qiuhuang was full of dissatisfaction at this moment, but she dared not speak out.

The onlookers looked at each other in silence.

At the same time, Gongsun Jianwu and Ruolu Fufeng Jian met. Who is this person?

Whispers have begun in the crowd.

Luo Feiyu did not look at Liu Qiuhuang anymore, but turned around and walked towards Gongsun Shilan.

Gongsun Shilian said with a slight slightest: "Although I understand that you have no malice, the feeling you give people is really uneasy."

Luo Feiyu cut the Jiangmo sword into the handle of the umbrella and said something unknown: "I wish this sword was too late, I just announced it to the ignorant world."

Gongsun Shilan said in a deep voice: "Are you really poisoned?"

Luo Feiyu avoided this topic and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "When I was fighting with him just now, I found that his sword was unstable, so he must have been poisoned."

Gongsun Shilan was shocked: "What!"

Luo Feiyu did not answer the conversation, but poured a glass of water, raised his head and drank it all.

Gongsun Shilian looked at Luo Feiyu's water-filling action and couldn't help but remember the way Tang Yuxuan handed him water when she was welcoming guests in front of the gate of the Muhuai Palace. Her heart trembled, "Can it be..."

Tibetan Concubine Palace.

Yan Jingchen turned his head slightly and waited until he walked out of the gate alone.

Yan Jingchen asked, "See you."

Murong Haoyue said lightly: "I saw it naturally."

"I haven't seen each other for many years, so I should have said a lot." Yan Jingchen murmured ashes on the table.

Murong Haoyue shook her head, "It's just a few words."

"Mu Tou." Yan Jingchen cursed, then walked to Murong Haoyue with a smile, "But it's fine, because of this third thing, Master Murong should be very interested."

Murong Haoyue frowned, "What?"

Yan Jingchen smiled slightly, attached himself to Murong Haoyue, and said something softly. After Murong Haoyue, who was originally calm on his face, heard this, a hint of surprise and panic appeared on his face full of vicissitudes.

In the corner where the two of them could not see, a Taoist priest sneaked into the hall of Concubine Zang. He walked to the deepest room and gently pushed open the door.

Pushing open the room, he saw an unforgettable scene in his life.

A stunning woman in a wedding dress was holding a blood-red and charming flower, like a fairy falling into the mortal world. Xiao Haochen exclaimed in his heart and said, "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, Miss Su is good."

Seeing that the man was also wearing a Taoist robe, Su Nansheng put away the flowers and stood up and asked, "I wonder... what is the relationship between the young master and A Yue?"

Xiao Haochen did not answer directly and smiled and said, "If the senior brother didn't stay with the girl for five years, he would probably become a person like me."

"A person like you?" Su Nansheng looked at the man's gorgeous Taoist robe and guessed eight points in his heart.

"I am the head of Wudang Mountain." Xiao Haochen paused and said, "It is also the junior brother of Senior Brother Murong."

Su Nansheng stepped forward and said in a trembling voice: "Since you are his junior brother, you should know where he has been in the past few years."

Xiao Haochen shook his head, "Senior brother, he did not go back to Wudang Mountain, but went to a place."

“Where?”

"It's not a place for people to stay." Xiao Haochen said calmly.

Su Nansheng frowned and almost cried, "Why doesn't he want to tell me anything..."
Chapter completed!
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