Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 12: Fengqi Jiuxiao

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The exclamation sounded close to Meng Fuyao's ears, as if Zhuzhu was in distress at the side of his ears and feet. Meng Fuyao couldn't help it anymore, so he rushed up and ran out.

Suddenly his body was pulled, Meng Fu shook his head and shook his hand vigorously, saying: "Let it go!"

Zhan Beiye didn't let go, stretched out his hand, a strong surge came, Shengsheng pushed Meng Fuyao back, Meng Fuyao retreated and hit the rock wall, only then did he feel that he was leaning against a cliff.

Zhan Beiye put his hands on her side, in a firmly trapped posture, his firm lower jaw was slightly raised above Meng Fushao's head, and a pair of black eyes were condescending, and the cover was heavy.

He said: "Fuyao, can you give me some time to say a few words to you alone?"

His voice is low, and in this misty night heavier than the tiny droplets of water, Meng Fuyao looked at his bright but somewhat haggard eyebrows, his heart softened slightly, and changed to normal. Listen He listened to him as he spoke, but at this moment she remembered that Yalan Zhu was in danger, and she was really in no mood and time.

She raised her head and said softly: "There is time, why is it necessary now?"

"When did you give me your time generously?" Zhan Beiye suddenly laughed, his eyes bright and black, "If you don't pay attention, you will slip away. Finding you is like finding a needle in a haystack. I caught it, the needle still poked my hand—"

Meng Fuyao also smiled: "Do you still want to poke your hand?"

"I won't let it." Zhan Kitano said simply, "Don't say it's a needle, I won't let it even a knife. Since I'm by your side, I should protect you. Your life is not yours." , It's still mine."

"My old lady doesn't need your protection." Meng Fu shook her head, her nose almost bumped into her nose, her eyes shimmeringly said: "My life is always mine, my life, my thoughts, everything about me , It can only be my own."

"I'm not arguing with you." Zhan Beiye took a deep breath. He had had enough of arguing with Meng Fuyao. Two fierce people, they were * when they met. They weren’t the charming ones, they burned human skin. The heartbreaking poisonous fire, what kind of deep friendship can it withstand such repeated poisoning fires?

He believes that Meng Fuyao will lend a helping hand to him throughout his life, just like everyone else; he believes that she will be the only strange woman who has assisted and supported several emperors on the continent of Wuzhou, just like she did He is the same as Zong Yue; however, he hates this "same" even more, yes, the same, everyone is the same, so unbiased, so unbiased, so that everyone is treated equally, so there is nothing Different, the same.

This affection is heavy, but it has nothing to do with Fengyue. He held out a piece of enthusiasm, she took it with a smile, and then put it aside.

He didn't accept rejection in his life, except for her, those hands that stretched out and retracted again and again, grasping the cold moonlight of one hand.

"Fuyao..." After a life-like battle, Beiye finally learned to sigh because she learned to sigh. His body tilted slightly, his fingers lightly but firmly grasped her shoulders.

I don’t know what I want to do, but I just want to get closer to her and get closer...

But I heard the woman clearly say: "Your chin still wants to be removed again?"

Zhan Beiye froze, Meng Fuyao pushed him away without hesitation, and walked away. Zhan Beiye's figure flickered and stopped her: "Fuyao!"

Meng Fuyao glared anger, Zhan Beiye looked at her directly and did not avoid him, and said in a deep voice: "Fuyao, don't act rashly."

"Zhuzhu is in danger, you told me not to move?" Meng Fuyao angrily, "you told me not to move, and watch her fall off the cliff?"

"Aranzhu is in danger? How did you know that Aranzhu is in danger?" Zhan Beiye looked completely dazed.

"Don't you hear Zhuzhu's exclamation?" Meng Fuyao looked at him suspiciously.

Zhan Beiye shook his head, Meng Fuyao frowned and stared at him, and said: "You don't want me to act rashly and deliberately lie to me that you didn't hear me?"

Zhan Kitano frowned and stared at her incredulously with dark eyes.

Meng Fuyao became more firm in his thoughts, holding his chest coldly at Zhan Beiye: "I know you don't like Zhuzhu. I know you have always avoided her on purpose, but can I ask you to take her into consideration? Even if it’s just for a friend, you shouldn’t be so indifferent, right?"

Zhan Beiye looked at her, his eyes darker, and stretched out like thick ink, black magnets curled up like bottomless whirlpools, those eyes looked at people, as if the sky was full of him. The dark eyes, the waves of the sea as high as several meters, drowned people.

He stared at Meng Fuyao like that for a long while, all the emotions in his eyes flowed quickly, and he turned around without saying a word for a long while, and then stepped out with his clothes.

He entered into the thick fog, and when he entered, there was a muffled noise, followed by a loud bang.

Meng Fu shook his heart, and rushed out as soon as he turned around: "War Beiye!"

She threw several feet towards the place where the sound was made, but did not find the figure of Zhan Beiye, and even the place where Zhuzhu made the sound before can no longer feel it. The moisture that she felt before seems to be more obvious. some.

She stretched out her hand, and in the dense fog like a curtain, she grabbed her like a Zhan Beiye, no matter whether she caught a poisonous snake or not, she grabbed it and suddenly caught a hand.

The hand is not small, and I feel that the joints are not slender. Meng Fuyao was overjoyed and said: "Where did you die in the North Field..."

She stopped suddenly, and then heard someone next to her say: "Why are you holding me?"

Very unfamiliar voice, very plain tone, very special...tone.

In particular, she couldn't tell whether the person speaking was a man or a woman.

She couldn't even hear the ups and downs of this sentence, whether there was hostility.

When I changed to someone else, the first reaction at this time was to let go. It's a pity that Meng Fuyao has always been bold enough. Looking at the position of this person, the palm of Beiye should be right against him just now. How can she let go? Not only did he not let go, but he pulled in front of him and smiled: "It's foggy and dark, so many people are so courageous."

The person actually pulled her in and said indifferently: "There are too many people in the way."

"What's the problem?" Meng Fuyao was curious.

The man stopped talking and turned to look at her.

Meng Fuyao was startled again.

This person... is it a man or a woman?

He wears a long hair bun that does not distinguish between men and women, wears a curvy gown, a slightly long face that is suitable for men and women, shoulders are a bit wide, but not wide enough, the waist is not thin, but not thick, a pair Big prismatic square eyes, a high nose, thick eyebrows into the temples, but full and beautiful lips-as a woman, too heroic and handsome; as a man, too delicate and beautiful.

To put it more bluntly, it is neutral beauty. The extremely neutral temperament results in the inability to distinguish between men and women. It is the opposite of Yue Po's extremely beautiful style that cannot distinguish between men and women.

Hidden?

It was such a woman that triggered the 38-year love marathon chase of Yunhunyuepo, and the scandal of the top ten?

Yun Hun was frustrated because of such a woman standing next to Yue Po, escaping for thirty-eight years?

Meng Fuyao suddenly wanted to laugh--it's ridiculous. At first glance, this person's temperament and moon spirit don't match.

However, she couldn't laugh after half of her laugh...No, it's not that it doesn't match, it's too match. The two really have to stand together, the effect is very strange, the yang is more yin, the yin is Pianyang, standing together is also a pair of talented men and women-just a change of gender, misty male talent, Yuepo female appearance.

It's no wonder that Yunhun was so sad that the broken mirror escaped in anger, and the two stood together and were "worthy" than anyone else.

Wuyin noticed her strange look, turned his head and glanced at her, and smiled: "You are not dead yet?"

"If you die, she won't die!" Suddenly he screamed. Heiguang Dasheng actually rolled up from the ground and swept in like a hurricane in the northern field. The clothes were raised up and cut through the thick fog, and the golden pestle in his hand fell from the bottom. Come on, pick it hard!

Misty black eyebrows raised, and said: "It's you again." He stretched out his hand, and suddenly there was an ancient mirror in his hand. The light flashed, and the light and shadow in front of him flickered. Suddenly, Meng Fuyao saw the dark charm in front and Xuanyuanmin behind. As if looking for himself, Xuanyuanmin slowly stretched out his palm towards Dark Mei.

What is he going to do?

Is it true this time? is fake?

"Boom——"

Meng Fuyao didn't care about true or false.

She suddenly crossed her body and slashed her shoulders. Before she could "kill the sky", she pierced her shoulders at the most awkward angle. When Wuyin found the sword hidden under her shoulders, the black sword The light has reached her mirror!

Misty eyebrows were raised, and Meng Fuyao was thrown away with a flick of his sleeves. Meng Fuyao's body immediately floated out effortlessly, but "killing the sky" dragged the pale white lustrous air directly to Misty's wrist, misty When I saw that pale brilliance, it changed color immediately, and he drank: "Where are you from the true spirit of Yue Po -"

She moved her heart, her wrists quivered, a burst of brilliant light gleamed, and the mirror surface turned, and the golden pestle of Beiye just met the mirror surface.

Zhan Beiye shouted: "Broken!"

Fogyin is angry: "Looking for death!"

"嚓——"

A faint crack sounded, and a crack appeared silently on the ancient mirror, which extended quickly, but stopped when the mirror surface was halfway.

Meng Fuyao sighed a pity, this thing was so strong, she used the true power of the moon to make Wuyin's mind float, and the two of them couldn't completely destroy the mirror under the great opportunity.

Fortunately, the mirror finally cracked, and the thick fog was slightly lighter. There was a burst of laughter in the thick fog, saying: "You almost trapped me!"

The first word of the incoming voice is still far away from the top of the mountain, and the last word is already close to his side. The voice hasn't fallen off, as if someone is rolling his sleeves and hunting the wind. Meng Fuyao only felt that the top of his head lit up, and finally raised his head. I saw things other than thick fog for a long time.

Clear and clear sky, hazy waning moon, and starlight.

The sky is full of stars.

It's as brilliant as fireworks, swirling like broken snow, hundreds of thousands of miles of starlight rushing from the distant galaxy, passing through the haze and clouds of the vast sky, passing through the cold moon like a hook, wind, rain and lightning, rushing to the bottom of a person's fingertips in an instant. Flip and sway, one flick is a piece of starlight, which is subtle but eternal, illuminating the eternal loss.

Xinghui Holy Hand, Fang Yimo.

Meng Fuyao looked at him, her eyebrows half frowned and half relaxed--she didn’t know if she was lucky or unlucky to see Fang Yimo at the moment. Obviously he was the one who was fighting Wuyin here, and he was also fully active in Wuyin. I was trapped during the formation. Just now Meng Fuyao fought Beiye and broke the mirror together. Fang Yimo got out of the trap in an instant. He should thank her, but... Meng Fuyao remembers that Fang Yimo said when he said goodbye last time, he would kill her once. , And save her once, then in this encounter, will he save her or kill her?

Fang Yimo looked back and saw her in midair.

Meng Fuyao was wearing a mask, but Fang Yimo's eyes turned around Zhan Beiye, and her eyes were full of clarity.

He chuckled his sleeves in the air: "Why do you specifically offend the top master every time?"

Meng Fuyao stared at this charming scarlet "little boy", and smiled helplessly: "I am born at odds with you."

Fang Yimo flicked the star with one hand to face the mist, and pointed at Meng Fuyao and said: "Should I save you or kill you?"

Meng Fuyao looked at him, smiled and didn't say anything, thinking you pretended to play some tricks, anyway, girl I will give you a crystal house, and girl, I am not Wuxia Amon.

Zhan Beiye staggered a step and guarded her.

In silence, Fang Yimo tilted his head to think about it, and said, "First... kill!"

At the same time, Wuyin suddenly said: "Return Yue Po's true spirit!"

"Shoo--"

The two sounds were the same, and the two powerhouses actually chose to attack Meng Fu at the same time. The stars are thousands of miles, the fog is heavy, and the large silver-white stars are mixed with the deep black mist and rolled over like waves, like the turbid waves of the sea Thousands of broken waves spattered above, towering up into a huge wall of hideous beast mouths, rushing towards a swaying canoe in the storm on the sea!

Meng Fu formed a boat!

The hurricane-like violent gas cannot be resisted by humans, and now Meng Fuyao is absolutely unable to resist the combined attack of the two powerful men. She was instantly rolled up and flew out.

Fortunately, there is a battle against the North Field.

As soon as the two voices uttered, he rushed forward, Jin Chu's glorious light was not inferior to the light of the stars, and the light whistling like a meteor instantly dragged across the misty sky, as if the fog was faint Out of steel hands.

"Boom!"

The fog retreated for half a step, and his face turned pale, Zhan Beiye swallowed a mouthful of blood, shook, and caught Meng Fuyao who was about to fly out with a backhand, Meng Fuyao turned around like an eagle in his hand." Killing the sky" flashed, and severely cut off Fang Yimo's radiant stars.

However, in Zhan Beiye, he didn't take the opportunity to pursue him, so he was distracted to catch Meng Fuyao. The moment Meng Fuyao slashed towards Xinghui, the misty fingers turned, and the ancient mirror turned over.

Meng Fuyao and Beiye were in the air at the same time.

The two of them were already unsteady, and Zhan Beiye leaned back to catch Meng Fuyao, and took on the strength of her swinging knife. Meng Fuyao volleyed and turned over where there was no strength, so he was empty behind him, and immediately fell straight down. .

Falling down, I heard a strong wind and the sound of water waves below me.

Ning Daihe!

They were on the cliff by the river just now!

Meng Fuyao fell down, flipped his palms, and was about to turn over to hit the water and then rushed up. Under the cliff above, a cold light suddenly hit!

The cold light was directed at her front heart, and Meng Fuyao couldn't avoid it in the air, so he had to raise his hand to accept it.

Suddenly a black shadow flashed in front of her, and something flew to the next life to block her above her. After hearing a muffled snort, the black shadow fell quickly and hit Meng Fuyao hard, who was hit with a black throat in front of her. Yitian, the place where the two collided vaguely was another collision, which directly dissipated all of Meng Fuyao's consciousness.

She said: "Zhan..." She tumbled down before she finished saying a word.

"Puff!"

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"Puff!"

The impact of the human body falling into the water from a height is not small, so Meng Fuyao struggled to retain a little clarity, remembering the battle of the North Field that blocked the blow, but the moment her back touched the water, the bottom suddenly stretched A palm came out and gently met her back.

The upper and lower forces intersect, Meng Fuyao only feels that there is a strong influx from the front and back, which drives her body to collide with the true energy. I don’t know where it suddenly shines, like an infinite light under the dome, she has not had time Feeling this inexplicable light, he was knocked fainted by the rushing true Qi.

She sank slowly.

The deep water is boundless.

Ningdai River, the largest river in Xuanyuan that runs through the entire territory, is named Ningdai because the water is so deep that the color is as deep as a deep black.

Meng Fuyao planted under the water.

She lay quietly, her face pale under the mask, but her skin changed faintly. She didn't know whether it was through water or some other reason. Her complexion was extremely transparent, with subtle cyan veins visible. , And then the transparent color slowly reversed, and gradually returned to the original white, but it seemed to be whiter again. The color was like milk and jade, and the texture of jade was faintly shining, like a perfectly carved jade statue.

Her body has the same changes, and even her teeth and finger nails gradually turn light cream and become harder.

In the depths of the inner dantian where no one can see, Zhen Qi moves at an unprecedented speed, expands the meridians, soothes the blood, and rushes along the eight channels of the odd meridian, constantly containing, fusing, absorbing and transforming. Until it converges into a rushing river and merges into the treasure of the moon hidden in the dantian, the floating and rotating silver light is wrapped in the river, and it is worn away layer by layer, and finally turned into the broken light in the river. , And that river stream, instantly radiant, spread out with the dantian as the center, illuminating the entire internal organs, where the light reaches, damaged meridians, hidden blood, and weak body qi are instantly repaired , Clear and consolidate.

Above the sixth level of "Broken Nine Heavens", the real human state, the seventh level of "Jade Body"!

The diligent practice day and night, the simultaneous gathering of top masters’ true powers, and the front and back flanking of the pinch of time, instantly broke the blockage of Meng Fuyao's meridians, and achieved "Bro Jiu Xiao" among the nine layers , The seven-layer realm that is most difficult to cross because of the most critical.

If you were only a first-class expert before the sixth floor, after the seventh floor, you will truly enter the top door, and you can get a glimpse of the key realm of the natural method. The method is accessible and the entry is extraordinary. "People, many of them have stopped before this decisive level, and they can only wander beyond the entrance of the seventh level of the gods in their lifetime.

From then on, the gate of Wugong God Realm finally opened to Meng Fuyao.

Meng Fuyao didn't know that this moment was almost a critical change, and she still fell asleep without knowing it. At this moment, she has gone through a critical juncture of promotion, and most needs a sound sleep of repair and recovery.

No one disturbed her sleep.

Deep underwater, sitting on a white stone with a calm and deep-eyed man, the long waves of water drive his clothes to fly, passing by the flocks of fish in the soft water and grass, he is staring at the shimmering water bottom The sleeping woman.

His black hair was scattered in the water, his long eyebrows became darker and darker because of the water flow, but his eyes were softer and brighter than the water, with a relieved smile.

Looking at the subtle changes in the woman's body skin, he smiled slightly, and the corners of his lips were soaked with blood, and a light pink color appeared in the water, which was instantly washed away by the water.

The impulse of falling from the cliff, the true power of Xinghui, the true energy he sent, the three superimposed in an instant, plus the adjustment of the meridian where she was silted up quickly at that instant-that is, Da Luo Jinxian, Too much.

But fortunately... finally solved.

The long-term Sun Wuji smiled and landed on Meng Fuyao's side. He moved with a string of crystal clear blisters, like pearls that continued to fall, before being gently pecked by the silver-red fish.

He gently stroked Meng Fuyao's smooth long hair, pressing his fingers on her wrists, showing a satisfied smile and also seemed a little annoyed. He suddenly leaned down gently, his lips moved gently from Meng Fuyao's forehead. After kissing, finally held Meng Fuyao's lips.

The lips are particularly full and moist due to the water flowing and moist, and they are as bright as a blooming rose. The grandson Wou-ki smiled and bit gently, savoring the rich fragrance and softness that belonged to her, taking advantage of her natural breath adjustment, "Lock "Love" will not be disturbed, and simply pry open the shell teeth to attack the city and sweep the ground. After the shell teeth, the city pass is half open, and the flowers in the Crystal Palace are waiting to be picked. His tongue has become a flexible fish, and her charm is long and long. The sweet sea swims freely, arousing snow-colored waves, and above the waves, the clear sky is shining brightly.

You annoying...little thing...

With a smiling voice, he hugged the slender but flexible waist of the woman under him, and kissed it long and tightly, deep and intently, until he felt the breath of the woman under him gradually Urgently, the real air flow slowed down, and he reluctantly withdrew from the city occupied by bad intentions, but seemed a little unwilling, turned one side to her earlobe, rolled the pearly and white little earlobe between the teeth, and fiddled. Gently bite.

The woman under him trembled again, causing him to chuckle. It was considered that the time had been underwater for long enough, and neither of them could support it any longer. They reached out and hugged her, and her sleeves flicked like The light purple swim fish floats on a line, breaking directly through the water.

The two of them came out of the water with a sound of "wow," and at the same time, Meng Fuyao opened his eyes and saw water on all sides. He was in the arms of the grandson Wuji, his eyes widened in astonishment, and said: "Why are you..."

Changsun Wuji raised his eyebrows: "Who should I be?"

Meng Fuyao puckered the corners of his mouth—who can she say? She said fighting against Kitano? That's also a misunderstanding.

But, what about the hapless war emperor? Meng Fuyao's last memory is that Xinghui's cold light blow, fighting Beiye to replace him, and then... he turned into Changsun Wuji again.

Does Mao always appear when he should appear most?

Well, her lips seem to be numb and her earlobe is a little sore?

For Mao, she always feels that bad things belong to others, and that cheap things belong to him?

Meng Fuyao touched his lips and glared suspiciously at Changsun Wuji. He looked uncomfortable and a little uneasy. He asked, "What's wrong with you? You look malnourished."

Changsun Wuji smiled and said: "Xu is saving more people." He was really serious about it, breaking his fingers: "One, two, three..."

"Where are the three people?" Meng Fuyao murmured, suddenly surprised: "Zhuzhu also saved you?"

Zhang Sun Wuji nodded and said: "I had already left Lingzhu Mountain, and I accidentally saw Skyline Xinghui. When I rushed back, the formation was already activated. I entered from the waterway and found Yalanzhu when I was about to break the formation. On the cliff, there was an eagle's nest inadvertently. The cubs who could not fly were quickly sacked off for her. The eagle was about to peck her eyes, and Ya Lanzhu had no choice but to let go and jump down. I had no choice but to go over. ."

Meng Fuyao thought that he did see something on Zhuzhu in the formation at that time. It turned out to be this. This kid was ruthless enough. He jumped as soon as he said it. Fortunately, Longsun Wuji continued. Otherwise, if he fell into the water, he would faint. Play in minutes.

"Then I took the battle against Beiye." Changsun Wuji smiled, "I realized that I don't have to go to you anymore. You fall down one by one, and I will take care of it."

Meng Fuyao laughed, and said: "Where are the two? It doesn't matter if we fight against Beiye? Let's not go there, why do we always float in the water and talk?"

"Because..." Changsun Wuji looked into her eyes and replied slowly: "First, floating in the water is closer, the opportunity is rare. Second, I like to be alone, and third, Princess Ya also likes to be alone. ."

"..."

The prince is the most treacherous...

Meng Fuyao lowered his head and saw that his clothes were all wet, he was hugged by the grandson Wuji, all that should be exposed and shouldn’t be exposed, all that should be touched and shouldn’t be touched, remembering his three words, suddenly Little Universe smoked, scolded: "When can you not play scheming, Changsun Wuji..."

The grandson Wuji lowered his head and blocked her mouth: "Waiting for you to marry me."

Meng Fuyao said twice, before he had time to express his approval or disapproval, Changsun Wuji had let go of her and said to himself: "The water is flowing, and today's share is almost the same."

"Huh?" Meng Fuyao glared at him suspiciously, but Changsun Wuji suddenly let go of her and gently pushed: "Come on, go ashore."

"It's a dozen feet away from the shore. You told me to want to board and dream in one step, you—" Meng Fuyao scolded as he raised his leg, and then suddenly choked with "Uh".

...She lifted her leg, and then stood on the ground.

Meng Fuyao slowly lowered his eyes to see that there was no rocket booster on his lap, then slowly raised his eyes, feeling that he did not have wings on his back?

She stretched out her hand and took a closer look. She felt that except for the whiter palm and a particularly firm feeling, it seemed nothing unusual.

However, it is a fact that the true energy in the body surged like a huge wave just now, and she was about to fly. It was also a fact that she crossed a distance of more than ten feet in an instant.

Upgraded?

From the perspective of changes in body and skin, has it crossed the sixth level and directly risen to the seventh level?

But obviously not long ago, he gave a part of his true power to Xiaoqi, and his life went back one level, only wandering at the first level of the sixth level.

According to my own practice speed in the past...it's too miraculous, right?

Zhang Sun Wuji smiled and stepped gently on the bank of the river, saying: "Congratulations, Fuyao, not only the Moon Soul True Qi in your body is fully integrated, but also refined by your own true power, you are a higher level. Floor."

Meng Fuyao raised his eyes blankly and asked, "Xinghui's blow?"

Zhang Sun Wuji's eyes flashed and said: "He is really a weird person. He kills you first and saves you later. Both kill and save."

"What do you mean?"

"That blow is a killer, but I was so blocked by the North Wilderness. I removed my strength and transformed my qi to get through your silt."

"What if there is no gear?"

"It depends on your luck. If you can accept it, it will be infinitely useful. If you can't accept it, you will die."

Meng Fuyao twitched the corners of his mouth, cursing: "It's really **** perverted, killing and saving people is so complicated, so I don't know whether to hate him or thank him."

"I don't think he cares about you hating or thanking you." Changsun Wuji said lightly, "Fang Yimo has always been moody and casual."

"But I still think this increase in qi is a bit strange..." Meng Fuyao frowned and thought, "It's not that simple..."

Changsun Wuji smiled without saying a word, took her hand, and said, "Look at those two."

The two turned around a cliff, and Beiye went into a coma from a battle on a rock, wearing only underwear, Yalanzhu started a fire, and roasted his clothes on the fire.

Looking at this look, Meng Fuyao couldn't get past, quietly gestured to ask Changsun Wuji: "Did you take off your clothes?"

Changsun Wuji shook his head, and Meng Fu shook the black thread—zhuzhu, I adore you.

She scratched her chin, and she wanted to fight the emperor's underwear, but it was still wet, would Zhuzhu also help him roast it?

I wondered again, Zhuzhu, can you be more brave and just eat it and wipe it out?

The expression in her eyes is probably too wretched. Changsun Wuji looked back at her, and suddenly whispered in her ear: "You were right. I knew I should have done this."

"..."

Meng Fuyao pinched it fiercely...

Changsun Wuji smiled, let her pinch, and suddenly pulled her hand away. Meng Fuyao was uneasy, turning around frequently, and Changsun Wuji said: "I have notified Black Wind to come here to meet Beiye."

He pointed to the top of the mountain cliff and said: "Fuyao, you don't want to try your entry, how far have you reached it?"

Meng Fuyao looked at him, eyes slowly brightening.

Zhang Sun Wuji smiled: "You don't want to arrange the order of the top ten people in the world who have not changed for 30 years. Would you like to change their name?"

Meng Fuyao blew his whistle, smiled and touched Changsun Wuji's face: "I don't know who is born with me, but Changsun Wuji is who knows me!"

Changsun Wuji smiled and pushed her: "Go, you can touch it if you win."

Meng Fuyao laughed, twisted his loose long hair indiscriminately, raised his leg, and ran up.

She dashed straight up the cliff, walking briskly on the ground, and her soaked clothes was instantly evaporated by the rising and circulating innocence, and she dashed out a black line on the cliff.

Changsun Wuji looked up at her instantly across the wall, like a hunting flag straight into the back of the blue sky, his eyes were far and deep, as if he saw the long sky flying phoenix he carefully guarded, finally spreading its wings proudly and soaring into the sky.

Feifeng finally rises, heads straight to the cloud, with a clear voice, piercing the sky!

Meng Fuyao went straight to the top of the cliff, and the duel of the top ten continued. The formation failed to trap Xinghui’s mist, and Wugong was in the middle of nowhere with him. The two made this appointment many years ago. The place of the duel was determined by Wuyin, but the time was determined by Xinghui. Wuyin was asked by the clansmen to kill Xuanyuanmin Meng, but in the end, she was suddenly entangled by Fang Yimo. She felt a little irritable. She stopped halfway through the fight, and backed a few times. Trail: "You and I have played for so many years, isn't it just for the eighth and ninth ranking? I let you be."

"Let you be stunned, your position will be mine soon, what do you take?"

Suddenly a grinning voice came, and the misty stars turned their heads together and saw Meng Fuyao, who had never been afraid of blowing his cowhide. He calmly walked up from the cliff. Fang Yimo looked at her footwork and his eyes changed. Shrinked, smiled and said: "You have good luck, baby."

Meng Fuyao glanced at him and snorted, but the mist said: "Hey, where is the essence of the moon soul?"

Meng Fuyao pointed to his nose and said with a smile: "This is all in my true vitality, flesh and blood, you have the ability, you can't take me back if you cut me inch by inch."

Wuyin looked at her for a while, her eyes showed a look of surprise, she thought for a while and said: "Go to Yuepo, and pay him 30 years of true power."

Meng Fuyao squinted at her: "If you don't want me, what can you do?"

"Just treat him well." Wuyin's answer was simple, and his handsome face looked very sincere. "How can he give this thing to someone? Good hair is white."

Meng Fuyao looked at her... This woman and Yunhun's twisty temperament are really two extremes, so clear and so straightforward, like you, treat you well, do you want to pull it down, normal people love it but don’t know Frustrated, the expression in her eyes had no meaning at all. Meng Fuyao had never seen someone so simple and frank in love. She was not afraid of being known or rejected. Love was entirely her own business.

This is a woman who integrates her own world into one, and no one else can harm her. No wonder she can arrange such an impeccable formation. Meng Fuyao feels that if she talks about her temperament, she might be better with Yuexue, but in this world The fate and heartbeat of the person have never been purely based on personality.

Everything depends on the heart.

When encountering this kind of person, even if she wanted to kill herself, Meng Fuyao couldn't help but feel softened. Hey, there are many interesting people among the top ten, all of them are treasures. There is no need to fight to death and rob her. The location is just fine.

She smiled, "Killing the Sky" slowly lifted up, pointed at the misty eyebrows, and said one word: "I want to order me, and change my strength!"

Wuyin's brows jumped, he glanced at her with a little surprise, and said: "Challenge?"

Meng Fu nodded: "Yes, challenge."

Fang Yimo, who had retreated to the side, suddenly smiled, and said: "The top ten has been down for 30 years without any challenge."

"Let's start with me, then." Meng Fuyao smiled, "I hope Master Xinghui will arbitrate."

"Did you kill Smoke Kill?" Wuyin suddenly said: "He was injured under your hands. I have met him. According to the practice of martial arts, you can already substitute for the top ten."

"For the death of smoke killing, I have the skill of relying on the advantages of time and place." Meng Fuyao replied: "But now, I will use pure martial arts to win you."

"Conditions?"

"I lost, Master Ren Wuyin slaughtered, I want to chop me up and crush me to find the essence of the moon soul. It's up to you." Meng Fu smiled, "You lose, let the position of the top ten I will never interfere in any affairs of the Xuanyuan family in the future."

The mist faintly lowered his eyelashes, and the man's hand with sharp joints tightened his bronze mirror, and said: "Please."

She stepped back and did not dare to underestimate Meng Fuyao's strength, five fingers and one bronze mirror fluttered, instantly stacking layers of fog, from the sky, from the ground, from the water, from the trees, and from all things in nature. Rising, hula la, the curtain fell down.

Meng Fuyao's figure flashed, not retreating but advancing, "killing the sky" magical sword pointed, a bright white arc in the air, without fancy Shen Xiong slashed, the sword wind was as sharp as a giant sword, far away. The flowers and grass have been broken outside, the broken yellow leaves between the rocks on the cliffs are instantly twisted into powder, and then caught in the mighty wind, the cracks in the rocks are slowly splitting apart at the same time, sitting idle on the top of the cliff with the clothes floating. Fang Yimo frowned, stretched his finger, and the cracked stone cracked.

The two people over there have been entangled in a fight. The misty mist instantly bound Meng Fuyao, and wanted to drag her into the mountains and rivers to be trapped, but Meng Fuyao had already suffered a loss and was determined not to be fooled. The topography on the cliff has the correct footwork. She rises and turns, moves and dodges, her moves are wide and the wind is blowing, but her posture is small and fine. She is on the top of the cliff with only the table top in the radius. Zhenli and her ingenious tricks will trap the mist that wants to trap her, and will not give her a chance to drag herself into the formation. Instead, she will slowly wrap her into her own martial arts formation, point, poke, pass, Close, in every battle, she is slowly taking Wuyin away from her original position and into the battlefield controlled by her true Qi.

Fang Yimo sits leisurely on a dangerously protruding cliff on the top of the cliff, watching the duel indifferently. Although he knows that Meng Fuyao's skill is instantly improved, he still doesn't expect much of her. In any case, the top ten who have been famous for 30 years are already the existence of Taishan Beidou, and unshakable has become a rock-like rule, but after only a few glances, his eyes showed surprise.

Every time he meets this baby girl, he is admired... She seems to have just improved her skill, but she has already touched the initial rules of the natural method in an instant-to establish her own true strength field and dominate the overall pace of the battle. , In the battle of the real strong, whoever grasps the rhythm and rhythm well, who is the winner! And this baby girl, step by step, went deep and quietly, Wu Yin knew that she was delimiting and confining herself, but she couldn't get rid of it completely!

He sighed here, and inadvertently found that the stone cracks were bigger when he sat down. Only in an instant, his position was included in the battlefield on the cliff controlled by Meng Fuyao. Fang Yimo quickly made another awkward gesture. , Can be able to stabilize the figure.

The wind whistling on the cliff, the fog gathering and dispersing, Meng Fuyao, the strong wind swelled, and his body moved suddenly, suddenly a big lean, low drink:

"Ball!"

The black light flashed, and the "killing the sky" disappeared. Suddenly, she projected strangely from under her knees, shooting directly at the center of Wuyin's eyebrows from bottom to top!

"哧——"

The sharp weapon traversed the air too fast to make the sound of tearing. The tumbling mist in the sky was cracked by this extremely sharp knife, and it hit the cliffs on both sides with a bang, and the sky was bright. In that moment, the mist appeared invisible, and the black knife was already between her brows!

"Go!"

It was also a short but powerful low drink. When the foggy bronze mirror turned over, there was a black light. The two lights wanted to hit the black knife and the trajectory suddenly slanted, but it was so crooked that it was even after the bronze mirror." "Keng" the bronze mirror cracked again, and the inflamed aftershocks knocked the fog invisible.

"Pour it!"

Meng Fuyao's fist has arrived before the shout! All the trajectories of changes are in her calculations. She punches, and the fist wind is the wind sweeping across the continents, wherever it passes, the plowing sweeps the hole, and a giant tree three feet away crashed down, smashing the Fang Yimo seat. The cliff rock shook in an instant.

Wuyin was so excited by the blow of the fist that her eyes were hard to open and her hair straightened, she leaned slightly and suddenly became empty behind her, and then fell straight down.

She was forced off the cliff by Meng Fuyao!

Fang Yimo stood up suddenly, and a black shadow flashed by his side. Meng Fuyao had already wiped his body and swept down. She reached the peak of innocence, her body was as solid as a jade, so black and white, like a snowy shadow Shen Meng fell straight like a cannonball, falling faster than misty!

She fell, and swept across the water like a flying eagle, "killing the sky" in her hand, "Wow!" A wall of huge waves stood up!

One turned over in the misty mid-air, just about to lift the mirror power, with the fog on the surface of the water thicker and then trapped Meng Fuyao, Meng Fuyao, who didn't want to respond to a strange illness, actually took the lead in everything.

At this moment, the morning sun is born in the distance, thousands of miles above the Ningdai River, glowing with the golden light of the morning glow, "killing the sky" sweeps the waves, and the sky is full of shattered glittering beads, streamed like phoenix tail feathers. Splashed away, illuminated by the colorful five-color sunlight, the colorful shining and magnificent, it is difficult to open the eyes, the fog invisible swept across the water, retreated, and the splashed water droplets have turned the bronze mirror Pouring wet.

The morning sun comes out, and the mist closes.

With a scream of mist, I was hit by the water wall and retreated. I looked like a flag against the wind. I suddenly shaken away on the cliffs of the Qinghei Mountain. Once backhanded, the wind and clouds rolled back. The black mist was like a substance, driving The sound of wind and thunder faintly slammed Meng Fushao!

She has moved so angry.

Meng Fuyao let out a sneer, the black knife slapped it flat, and the bright white gas whirled like a giant pestle of the gods, a little brighter than the rising sunlight between the mountains, and the breeze turned straight on!

The two refused to give way to each other in the air.

"Boom!"

In the glowing midair, two bright light curtains, one black and one white, suddenly met. The moment they collided, each of them closed slightly, and then burst out and splashed away. The black was as ink and white as jade, and they were as distinct as each other. , And then the white light concealed the white core of the moon, which continued to extend, spreading like a rolling river, instantly swallowing the black light, swept away and soaring!

Xia is red, fog is black, jade is white!

Three colors form a rainbow!

Under the different rainbow, the man in scarlet clothes looked up in amazement.

On the river bank, the man in the light purple brocade robe smiled and looked at the jade-like figure of his goddess, with a slight smile like water.

Beside the campfire a little farther away, the girl who was roasting the fire suddenly looked back. The man in a coma was awakened by the loud noise, and his eyes shone brightly, wondering whether it was surprise or joy.

On the Lingzhu Mountain a little further away, the mist suddenly cleared, and the man with Liuli eyes suddenly stopped and looked in the direction above the sky. The three-color rainbow reflected in his eyes, like a starry river.

In that prosperous city, Xuanyuan Sheng stands tall by the window, holding the window sill and looking at the direction of Lingzhu Mountain from a distance. The dark shadows under his eyes are gloomy. Under the tallest building in Kunjing, I can see A hundred miles away, there were countless people who saw this strange rainbow that shocked the celestial phenomenon, exclaiming that they opened the window and pointed them. I don’t know where the top powerhouse is. Above the sky of the spiritual orb, the wind and clouds show the gods. trace.

At this moment, Lingzhu cliff.

Although the fierce battle is not over, the overall situation is finalized.

The unfolded flag shrank again, and shot back to the cliff, the black giant pestle shone coldly and caught up.

One after another, the two landed.

The loud wind stopped, and the cliff was devastated.

Fogyin turned his back to Meng Fuyao, his robe was hanging down, and the bronze mirror was behind him. There were two deep cracks on the indestructible precious ancient mirror.

One was previously split by Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye, and the other was the last move, Meng Fuyao broke apart.

The woman cut her hands backwards, her back was still straight as usual, but in a sigh there was the desolation of Yingjie's old age, the prosperous thanksgiving feast ended, and in a blink of an eye, autumn sounded, shocked.

She slowly said: "Accept defeat."

Give up.

Fang Yimo stood in a daze, and his black hair and scarlet clothes were no longer bright. For a long while, Fang said: "Yes, the mist is hidden, lose."

The pinnacle of martial arts that no one has dared to challenge for 30 years. The top ten who stood on the pinnacle of martial arts for 30 years have never heard the word lose in 30 years. Fang Yimo could not imagine that he would have the opportunity to say it in this life. This sentence, and when this sentence was uttered, he suddenly felt bitter and lonely-the defeat of the mist, was it not his defeat?

He sighed, and suddenly wanted to sit down and take a good rest... Maybe they are all old.

He sat down for a while-at the moment when he forgot to protect the cliff with his true power under his shock just now, Meng Fuyao's fierce true power finally made him sit down on the cliff, and by the way the whole cliff Destroyed, he has nowhere to sit, nowhere to maintain his chic elegance.

Sure enough... lose.

I lost two in this battle, and I was convinced.

Fang Yimo raised his head slightly and watched the clouds in the sky change. He remembered the words Yue Po once said when the smoke was killed. He didn't agree with it at that time, but now he deeply feels that it could not be more correct.

The era of the top ten has passed, and the new Lord of the Five Continents will eventually be born.

He looked at Meng Fuyao, the young girl standing proudly on the cliff like a jade, the brilliant sun is rising above her head, like wearing a crown of sunlight, brilliant like gold, and the sky is full of clouds from the distant sky Coming, with the surging wind and clouds, all her cheeks are covered with delicate contours.

One hundred thousand miles of Zhaoxia jersey roll, full of red light, 18 years of hard and **** battles, the strong are like this!

He looked at the eighteen-year-old top ten, his eyes sighed, for a long time, he asked:

"You are ranked eighth among the top ten, what is your name?"

Meng Fu shook his head, smiled, and instantly narrowed his eyes in the face of the morning sun. Their eyes were warmer than sunlight and brighter than sunlight.

She strode away, and the words came out like a sword.

"Jiuxiao!"