Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 8: The depth of yearning

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"Oh..." Meng Fu shook his hand and covered his eyes, and answered lazily, and then he was quiet, before dragging his voice to ask, "What..."

"It's the Buddha..." Yun Hen turned his eyes and saw Meng Fuyao had entered a semi-sleep state. He remembered that she was taken into captivity today, killed in battle, and injured again. She was really tired and exhausted, and there was no energy to listen to gossip. , Smiled, covered her with a quilt, and blew out the lights.

When the light dimmed, the room fell into a dark silence, but the cloud mark did not leave immediately. He stood in the room, silent, moonlight entered through the window, spread out like water, and saw him quietly overlooking Meng Fuyao's eyes are clear, vivid, and sparkling, as cool as jade as deep as water.

Shuyao, the wind that belongs to you will eventually rise, maybe I can only attach to your flying tail wing after all, but I am still grateful for my luck that I haven't been thrown too far by you.

One day, I will leap into the air and be with you.

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Meng Fuyao took care of her injuries for two days. Within these two days, she was devastated by the Mongolian doctor. Zong Yue thought she was a seed of rebellion. After taking care of Yan Jingchen, she still followed other people's ways. He deserved it, so he ridiculed him and grabbed Meng Fuyao to heal his injuries day and night. Meng Fuyao wailed, "I want to fight, you have to give me a rest, okay?" Zong Yue ignored him and replied coldly, "Have you seen Who can heal the internal injury in two days? Now I can only give you the injury quickly. You have to pray that you will not meet an opponent with pure internal strength during the competition, otherwise the injury will be triggered. Don't even think about the first or third round. Over!"

When he spoke, his face was as snowy and unmoved. Since he found Meng Fuyao that day, he has been doing this kind of virtue. In the past few days, even Master Yuan Bao fart was caught carefully, fearing that he would use it to pollute the air. After throwing it into the latrine, Meng Fuyao didn't dare to talk back, and hated that Xuanyuanyun, 80% of which was incompatible with Zong Yue, and when she was about to meet him, she beat him severely.

Three days later, the third round of the competition started as scheduled. Early in the morning, the audience was crowded with people, black and crushed heads, the folk customs of the continents of the five continents are martial, and the warriors are respected. This kind of event is naturally eager for everyone, and Meng Fuyao arrived. At that time, almost squeezed into the arena, sighing again and again, because Mao didn't take the opportunity to sell tickets.

According to the rules, draw draws separately, and the draws are divided into two types of red and black. The matches are played in pairs according to the same number drawn. The competition is hosted by Zhan Beiheng. Before the draw, Zhan Beiheng announced the final round of rule changes, the third round The ten people who are determined will first draw lots, and the loser will fall into the bottom five, and the top five will be challenged. Whoever thinks he must get the first place is to go up and down the game. Whoever spends the most time on the competition stage For a long time, who is the true leader.

As soon as the rules came out, it was a rush. Doesn't this mean a wheel fight? Isn't the first one to face four rounds of master attacks, is it just a loss? This competition system is also too unfair. In the face of the turbulent sentiment, Zhan Beiheng smiled and raised his hand to press down, saying, "Everyone just thinks this competition system is unfair, but wouldn't the draw be more unfair? The top ten masters have their own strengths. , If the sixth place is drawn to the first place, then it is naturally a steady loss, but if he meets the fifth place, who knows who will die? It is related to Zhenwu’s top five rankings, and one place is far away. Since it is To be respected by military force, of course we must choose the most powerful master at the Zhenwu Conference. Regardless of luck, speak with strength!"

He also looked at Guo Pingrong, Gu Lingfeng, Xuanyuan Yun, Yalanzhu, Yunhen, Yan Jingchen and others with a smile, and asked, "How about several people?"

Guo Pingrong was expressionless, wiping his sword. Meng Fuyao saw him face to face for the first time since the First World War in the General Mansion. He only felt that General Guo’s martial arts had not regressed, but his spirit seemed to have been exhausted. , His expression was dull and his eyes were dull, only knowing that he kept wiping his sword, and did not know what tricks Changsun Wou-ki used to make him such a good person, Meng Fuyao thought, couldn’t help pursing his lips, probably, it was the beginning. The tactics used in the Taiyuan dense forest to deal with Qi Xunyi's subordinates are in line with the virtues of Longsun Wuji-gentle, graceful, and venomous.

Gu Lingfeng is the representative of the home court, and naturally never willing to show weakness, he laughed loudly, "It is what the prince said, the strength speaks!"

The son of Xuanyuan Yun is not only surprisingly young, but also has a rare and elegant appearance. After coming to the competition field, he has been looking for someone. After a few circles of eyes, he was disappointed. Lulu, seeing King Heng asked at this time, he blushed before opening his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Listen to the Lord's instructions."

Ya Lanzhu played with her pigtails and said casually, "I'm here to play. It's fun to fight with a few more people."

Yun Hen nodded silently, Yan Jingchen smiled, and replied politely, "Wang Ye is wise."

Meng Fuyao's eyes swept over his face. His complexion was not very good, and the blue and gray now became darker, but even though the two forces collided that day, he was only rubbing the sides, so he was hurt. Not as heavy as her, why his face looks ugly as half a dead person, Meng Fuyao thought viciously, 80% of them were excessive indulgence.

A few of the most powerful aspiring leaders have no opinion. Naturally, others have nothing to say. Zhan Beiheng nodded, waved his hand, and the young man came to the lottery box.

Meng Fuyao stared at Gu Lingfeng, hoping to smoke him, and take this opportunity to kill him-the rule is to stop at the prescribed point, and it is not necessary to harm human life, but she will definitely be gentle, point He went to grandma's house.

The signed box was brought over. It was a big box. In order to show fairness, two slots were opened on both sides. Everyone reached out and touched them at the same time. Meng Fuyao stared at the two slots, wondering what Tiansha means, why bother Want to play justice on this? Anyway, I just touch with my eyes closed. What's the difference?

Also, what do you do with such a big and long box? In such a big place, there are 20 lotteries scattered around, and I have to touch it for a while-delaying time? What do you want?

She was puzzled in her heart, so she kept her eyes on her mind, and moved slowly past, her eyes shot at everyone's hands-if there is something tricky, it must be in the hand, only the hand that no one can see in the box is good. Do tricks.

Then she saw Gu Lingfeng's hand.

The five fingers on that hand are flat and short, the nails are reddish, and he has clearly practiced some poison palms. More importantly, he wears a black ring on his middle finger.

The ring is like ordinary obsidian, with huge stone inlays, but nothing unusual, but Meng Fuyao believes that as long as the ring is moved, something unpleasant will definitely appear on the ring.

It seems that there is already a tacit understanding between Gu Lingfeng and Zhan Beiheng, and it is bound to be the first to Zhenwu.

Gu Lingfeng stood diagonally across from her, with Xuanyuan Yun on the left and Guo Pingrong on the right, facing Yunhen.

Meng Fu stretched out his hand and pulled Yunhen's sleeve to signal him to pay attention to Gu Lingfeng's hand. Yunhen's eyes flashed, very slowly, and nodded without being easily noticed.

Twenty people put their hands in.

After Meng Fuyao reached in, he flicked his sleeve first. There was a certain adult in the sleeve-Meng Fuyao refused to take it in the martial arts contest. Ah insisted to watch the show. He rolled and pretended to hang himself. Meng Fuyao couldn't make trouble. I had to take it with Tie Cheng, who had originally planned to throw it to the audience after the draw, but now, just right.

Master Yuan Bao entered the lottery box silently, holding a fruit, sitting in the dark slowly gnawing, staring at Gu Lingfeng's hand with scorching eyes, then, holding Meng Fuyao's finger, slowly leaning towards it direction.

Gu Lingfeng's hand is leaning towards Xuanyuan Yun on the left-disciple Yue Po is a strong opponent, and he performed best in the early stage. Take him first.

Master Yuan Bao immediately grabbed Meng Fuyao's little finger and swung it to the left. Meng Fuyao looked up at Xuanyuan Yun, hesitated, and suddenly remembered the tears he saw when he looked back on the night three days ago, and his heart softened.

Her hand slowly leaned in.

In the dark, twenty hands, except for the three pairs with other thoughts, the rest are touching their hands.

Meng Fuyao's hand suddenly stretched out like lightning!

Flicks and gusts of strong wind from your fingertips, shocking the sky and shooting straight into the vein!

The strong wind is approaching, Gu Lingfeng feels something is wrong, subconsciously shrinks his hand, and slaps his palm, but Meng Fuyao's hand has already waited for his retreat faster, his five fingers are like strong, his knuckles are like claws, in an instant After catching a pinch, Gu Lingfeng flicked his fingers, and Meng Fuyao grabbed a sign with a twitch. Gu Lingfeng retreated again, poking his fingertips at Meng Fuyao's palm, but Meng Fuyao suddenly contracted his palm into a fist, like a phoenix. Eye, knock hard!

At the moment of lightning, three moves in the dark box!

With a slight sound of "chao", Fengyan's fist struck Gu Lingfeng’s wrist. Gu Lingfeng never thought that anyone could recognize acupoints in a black box with such accuracy. Five fingers softened, and Meng Fuyao backhanded. , Gu Lingfeng’s wrist veins are already in her palm.

Gu Lingfeng was shocked. He hurried to rescue with his other hand. However, the hand of Yunhen who had been waiting for it had arrived. It was as fast as the wind and grabbed his wrist.

The two hands were slapped at the same time, Gu Lingfeng's face was gray, he looked up to his side, looking for who made the hand, but accidentally met Meng Fuyao's eyes.

Laughing, ridiculous, cold, and strangely possessing fire-like heat and ice-shadow, eyes.

He was stunned when he met such gaze, and then he felt as if he was immersed in deep water. He suddenly thought of a rainy night in a deep mountain. He shot out with a sword. On the opposite mountain, the hazy shadow looking back through the rain curtain seemed to be He also shot such a steely gaze.

He suddenly knew who she was.

But it was too late.

Meng Fuyao smiled silently, pinched the fingers of his palm and made a mistake, twisted and broken it again!

"Ah!"

Gu Lingfeng let out a terrifying scream, screaming terribly, howling through the full-bodied martial arts arena, startled everyone on and off the stage to jump up.

Meng Fuyao smiled calmly and let go. Just a moment ago, she had already abolished the meridians of Gu Lingfeng's entire arm, and her strength went up and penetrated into his heart. He not only practiced poison The palm of the hand was no longer able to poison others, and his life became 80% since then.

Gu Lingfeng's screams continued--the cloud mark was done in the same way, and his other hand was abolished. Then, Lord Yuan Bao rushed up with joy, taking a bite in each hand.

After biting, Master Yuanbao vomited blood, and quickly got back into Meng Fuyao's sleeve.

Meng Fuyao smiled and grabbed a note, and pulled out his hand.

All this happened in an instant. Everyone saw twenty people reaching into the slot of the long box. Everyone seemed to be concentrating on the lottery. Then, Gu Lingfeng screamed, and then, he With a **** hand, he pulled out the box.

Zhan Beiheng stood up suddenly and shouted, "What's the matter?"

The other nineteen people all took the sign and retreated with an innocent look. The conference arbitrator quickly came up to inspect Gu Lingfeng's hand, but was surprised to find that his hand turned out to be bitten by an animal.

Zhan Beiheng was stunned when he heard the return. He thought it was the other contestants who moved their hands and feet, but now it was an animal bite mark. He couldn't believe it and checked it personally. In the end, he was silent and returned to the Lord with a gloomy expression. seat.

Tiansha's seed player unexpectedly got out of the game without a move in the third round!

Everyone was whispering and talking, some of the gods of the gods were not angry, and stood up and said loudly, "Master, there must be a ghost in it! Please thoroughly investigate the other contestants!"

Zhan Beiheng looked gloomy, but Ya Lanzhu smiled, "Yes, we are all suspicious. We not only put our hands in, but also put our mouth in and bit the ancient leader."

There was a burst of laughter underneath, and Yunhen said coldly in the laughter, "The sign box of your country is really wonderful, it is probably too many tricks, and I bit my hand."

Zhan Beiheng's expression changed. After all, he was guilty and didn't dare to pursue it. He waved his hand to send Gu Lingfeng down, and said coldly, "The contest continues--"

Meng Fuyao smiled, and stepped back to look at her own lottery. Just now, she took one and used Gu Lingfeng's hand to grab another one after the lottery fell.

"Black, seven!"

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At this time, the arbitration has read their respective signatures. Among them, Guo Pingrong was shocked to Yan Chen, Xuan Ji Cheng Anjun Wang Huayan to Yun Hen, and Ya Lan Zhu drew a red five. As a result, all the signatures were not black five. That lottery belonged to Gu Lingfeng and stayed in the lottery box, so Yalanzhu had good luck.

Xuanyuan Yun, as the best performer in the first two rounds, has always been the focus of everyone's attention. At this time, the famous masters have already decided on their opponents, and the rest are the contestants who ranked later in the second round. Everyone takes turns to watch. Now, to see which unlucky ghost was, it was his turn to play against this young man with the strongest limelight.

Xuanyuan Yun carefully handed over the lottery in full view, and said in a low voice, "Red, seven."

The arbitration turned its gaze to the few remaining people, and the others all showed relieved smiles, and they looked relaxed in an instant. The arbitration raised the lottery and asked, "Which black seven?"

As everyone looked around, Meng Fuyao smiled and took a step forward, pointing to his nose, "Quite."

There was a bang and another excited discussion. Someone said loudly, "Hey, don't compare this time."

"Give up early and make substitutions."

"It's boring and boring. I thought I could watch the peak matchup."

Meng Fuyao turned around with a smile, waved, "Oh, don't drive people away, the most important thing is to participate, the most important thing is to participate."

She stepped off the stage amidst the roar of laughter and waited for her seventh game. Not long after she sat down, Zong Yue came over silently when the silhouette of her side moved. Meng Fuyao sat beside him, which was fine. , Suddenly began to scratch his head.

Zong Yue said lightly, "What? There are lice?"

Meng Fu smiled, "Yeah, eye lice, the left and right glances are so pitiful, it makes me feel that I am really guilty, the light bulb is stuck here, Mongolian doctor, how about we change positions?" /

Zong Yue didn't raise her eyes, and took her pulse carefully, saying, "If you say a few nonsense, you can probably live longer." He said, "Open your mouth."

Meng Fuyao opened her mouth obediently, Zong Yue flicked a pill into her mouth and said, “I didn’t plan to come here. I heard that someone was out of luck and smoked that person, so I had to run. You said, you can do it yourself."

After speaking, he got up and left without turning his head. His white snow-like back figure does not swallow the smoke and dust. His slow and firm pace, from a distance, only feels like broken snow dancing on the snow line of distant mountains, cold and cold. Alienated.

Meng Fuyao turned his head subconsciously, and he saw the shy Xiaozheng Taiyun son, with rabbit-like eye circles red.

"Oh..." Meng Fuyao held his head sullenly, and sighed with Master Yuan Bao, "Damn, it's really nowhere in life to meet, once you meet, you will get convulsions..."

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Guo Pingrong and Yan Jingchen are in the third game. The amazing thing is that neither of them is in the best condition. Although Guo Pingrong’s internal strength is not lost, because of the destruction of his inspiration, the reaction and mechanism are far worse than in the heyday, Yan Jingchen Although he suffered minor injuries, his three-day maintenance is almost the same. His foundation is not as solid as Guo Pingrong, but his talent is good, his sword skills are flexible and light, the rising and falling points shoot smoke, and there is a dusty posture, which contrasts Guo Pingrong’s "clumsy". The two were worthy of a tie. On the third hundredth move, Yan Jingchen narrowly won by half.

During Yan Jingchen’s test, Pei Yuan was sitting on the stage. Although his husband and wife are known as "Double Bi", this kind of single-person test cannot be performed at the same time. Princess Pei sits upright with his hands on his knees. People sitting or standing in a tired and lazy posture, their temperament is tens of thousands of times better. Someone glances at her while eating snacks, glances at her ribs, glances at her veil, glances at her waist, and turns his eyes. He turned with a smile, don't know what the **** he was making.

The sixth game is Yun Hen and Hua Yan, the young prince from Xuan Ji, born into a mystery, different from the ancient Lingfeng Guo Ping Rong Xuanyuan Yunyan, is a famous master such as Yunhun Xinghui Yuepu smoke killing Disciple, but with great skill, especially good at marksmanship, this magnificent man stood opposite Yun Hen, both graceful like a pair of yushu trees, and everyone was applauded.

Meng Fuyao jumped onto the chair and waved his arms wildly, "A Hen, come on, Ah Hen, come on!"

The Master Yuanbao in her sleeve was swayed by her with eyeballs like three Baidu spectacles. There were whirlpools in circles. It crawled out angrily and barked its teeth at Meng Fuyao. Meng Fuyao quickly apologized and put it into his palm. To show warmth.

Yun Hen looked at her helplessly, waved his hand, silently gave Hua Yan a favor, "Please!"

"Please!"

The word "please" was still in the corner of his mouth. The next moment Hua Yan suddenly rushed out like a blasting thunder. With the tip of the gun swing, a series of blasting sounds immediately sounded in the air, and the air surging crackled. The sound was endless, and the curled cloud mark hair straightened back.

Meng Fuyao was stunned, and squeezed his fingers tightly, and said, "This guy is fierce..." She squeezed, squeezed and squeezed, forgetting that Lord Yuan Bao is still in her palm...

Yun Hen's face remained unchanged, and he drank low, "Okay!" Yan pounced, and the two instantly fought together.

This is a battle of similar real strength. Compared with Yan Jingchen’s facile and clumsy battle, Yun Hen and Hua Yan are both real battles, with tricks, internal strength, skills, and skills. The comprehensive and gorgeous display of the martial arts of the noble warriors of the Wuzhou Continent. One spear like a tiger out of the woods, and another sword like a dragon in the sky. The golden spear wind and the light blue sword light are entangled, splitting, shooting, slashing and penetrating. , Huaguang dazzled vigorously, and everyone was applauded continuously.

Meng Fuyao fell silent with worry, because she found that Hua Yan's internal force was used too fiercely. Once he reached 500 strokes, he would lose his strength, but Yunhen, after all, was new to swordsmanship and he seemed to have a solid foundation. Insufficiency, compared with that Hua Yan's particularly vigorous internal strength, he has a natural defect, it seems that he is not let down now, but it is difficult to support beyond 500 strokes.

She twisted her fingers, and was already thinking about how to comfort the defeated Yunhen in her heart.

However, after four hundred strokes, the cloud mark has not fallen. He just turned pale, and his lips were a little blue. However, the sword spirit was as fierce as the old, the fighting spirit was as fierce as the old, the sword light flying horizontally and horizontally, like a sea wave Riding the waves and flying into the clouds, astonishing as before, he regarded the side of the martial arts field under his feet as his own territory and battlefield.

Cloud marks are not allowed.

When you let go, you let go of all the dignity and persistence of this life.

He is very tired, so tired that he is dying in front of his eyes, and his heartbeat is like a drum. Hua Yan's footwork of stepping on the seven stars has almost become a real golden star in his eyes, and the vertical and horizontal guns force him. Breathing, he felt that even the blood was condensing inch by inch. With every sword swiped, the blood clotting seemed to fall out in lumps.

So he bit the tip of his tongue and put the blood in his mouth. In the sharp and sharp pain and the slightly sweet smell, the golden light of the gun tip had already turned into Meng Fuyao when he first saw it on Xuanyuan Mountain that year. The light of the sword, the light of the sword flickered, and it broke the east wind in an instant, and in the breeze on the top of the mountain that day, the girl's eyes were dark, as bright as ice and snow, and like a flower blooming in the wilderness, lonely and proud, unwilling to be caught Worldly events are ruined.

He remembered those eyes, met again in Taiyuan Palace, and in a hurry, he didn't recognize it for a while, but quietly thinking about it afterwards, those eyes were like flowers on the moss, the moon under the water, shaking all the time in his memory in.

He remembered the blood flowing out of her backhand thrusting her dagger into her leg, her clever tactics and her unattainable calmness.

I remember a woman who was both proud and undisciplined, cunning and upright.

Shuyao.

I can lose to you, but I can never lose to others in front of you again!

The fifth hundredth trick!

Hua Yan began to gasp slightly. His golden gun was too heavy. Although mighty and thick, once he used it over the limit, he was harming himself. Before coming, his master specially taught that if you meet Wuhenjian or Yalanzhu Yan Jingchen was able to use this kind of tactics. Once he encountered Guo Pingrong, the ancient Lingfeng with the same profound skill, he absolutely couldn't.

When he drew a cloud mark, he secretly rejoiced and boldly adopted this tactic, but he never expected that he would make the sword light and agile, and without the deep inner strength of the cloud mark he created because of his adventures, he would desperately support five hundred moves.

Once the marksmanship loses its power, its power is immediately reduced. Yun Hen took a deep breath, resisting the pain of splitting between the chest and lungs, and immediately attacked.

The five hundred and eighty-seventh move, his sword is like a falling butterfly, point it on the body of a golden gun, and the spear flies off!

Hua Yan is also an upright man. He let go of his weapon, immediately stopped entanglement, and conceded frankly.

His eyes are bright, he stepped forward, and sincerely bowed to Yunhen, saying, "I admire Xiongtai."

I admire this kind of persistence, this kind of unwillingness to wait, this kind of aura of not losing in adversity, the courage and strength of a real man, and it will last a thousand years.

Yun Hen stood upright as before, replied solemnly, stepped down in the eyes of everyone's admiration and admiration, walked steadily towards Meng Fuyao, looked at her deeply, and smiled.

Meng Fu hugged his knees and looked at him, sighed, and silently handed over a handkerchief.

Yun Hen took it, covering his mouth, coughing, Meng Fuyao slowly said, "I don't want to see you refuse to vomit blood in front of me, then I might as well stop appearing in front of you in my life." /

Yun Hen smiled and sat down straight, Meng Fuyao took the medicine out of his arms and stuffed it into his hand, stood up, twisted his neck and kicked, smiled, "It's my turn."

Yunhen held her, Meng Fuyao looked back, the cold young man’s eyes sparkled and his thoughts were ups and downs, a thousand words were in his eyes, Meng Fuyao stared at that look for a second, then he smiled calmly and said, "Don’t worry. , I don’t learn from you, I will lose if I have to lose, and I will never secretly swallow my own blood."

She walked onto the stage in the kind and slightly mocking gazes of everyone. She sat in a position to pass the first row of Yan Jingchen and his wife. Of course, she could also avoid it. Meng Fuyao refused to let her go and went straight. , The location is a bit narrow, and someone needs to stand up and give in. When Yan Jingchen saw her coming, her whole body immediately became stiff, stood up stupidly, but Meng Fuyao didn't even look at him, she walked straight past Yan Jingchen with a smile, and passed by Beside Pei Yuan, suddenly her body tilted and her feet hooked.

Pei Yuan didn’t care about her. Suddenly, she felt violently rushing from her feet and leaned back. She subconsciously stretched out her hand to grab a graspable object. Meng Fuyao immediately handed over her hand quickly and smiled. Shouted, "What's wrong with Madam Yan?"

In the cry, her hand clasped Pei Yuan’s hand, and her wrist turned, Pei Yuan staggered and turned a semicircle to face the spectators behind, because the power of maneuvering was too fierce, her face was veiled , Fluttering.

The audience uttered a meaningful long tail sound, full of surprise, "Oh--"

Pei Yuan screamed. She didn't even understand what happened at that moment, she suddenly realized that her eyes lit up, the veil was flying, and the face that had been hidden for a long time, even her family had never seen it before, was exposed In front of the world warrior.

Although the cross-scar on that face has healed, it has not been completely healed. It is pale red, worm-like swelling, and it is not hideous enough to make people look nauseous. However, her facial features are delicate and the skin is more and more contrasting. Surprisingly ugly.

Yan Jingchen turned her head and stared at Pei Yuan in a daze. She had been wearing a veil for a long time. She said that she needed to practice martial arts and she had wind sores. But their husband and wife have been sleeping in separate rooms. I have never seen Pei Yuan's face behind the veil.

It turns out that her face has been ruined...

He closed his eyes, then turned his gaze to Meng Fuyao, a young girl dressed up, her eyes flowed with precious light, black as ink and white as jade, and her easily pasted skin was pale honey, revealing a lustrous pearl-like color. The small face and outline are also shocking-Xiuzhi is shocking.

Yan Jingchen slowly raised his hand--not to support his wife, he had forgotten about the wife, he just pressed his hand to his heart, there seemed to be countless pieces of hot sharp gravel there. After staying sharpened, white smoke came up wherever he passed, dripping with blood and scorched earth.

Those beautiful feelings that are ignorant because of youth, and are missed because of selfishness and greed!

Those self-inflicted sins in ignorance, those mistakes and the wounds of eternal fall to hell!

He froze there, he didn't hear a scream from his "madam", he didn't see her running out of the meeting with her face covered, and he stood as a puppet, instantly, ten years old.

==

When Meng Fuyao was standing on the stage, Xuanyuan Yun was already waiting there. This beautiful young man was using a brilliant crescent hook. Meng Fuyao looked at the disciple of Yue Po and decided not to use Yue. The treasure of Qi training given to her, hey, can't cause others to overturn the vinegar jar.

The off-stage spectators began to lazily knock the seeds, waiting for the destined non-controversial test to be resolved within three strokes.

The two are gentle, "please—"

The sound was not over, Meng Fuyao had already rushed out, and the sound of the wind she brought up screamed, shaking the air on all sides. With a "slap", the weapon rack on the stage suddenly fell to the ground, and the long halberd and short hooks rolled around. Ground.

The audience screamed, this kid, if you want to struggle and win, you can't be so anxious.

In fact, Meng Fuyao just wanted to solve Xuanyuanyun within three strokes—her internal injuries were not good, and she couldn't fight for a long time.

On the other side, Xuanyuan Yun smiled shyly, with a flash of light between his fingers, spreading out like a crescent moon, the moonlight is everywhere, and the offensive of Meng Fuyao is blocked in an instant.

Meng Fuyao didn't get close to him at all. He turned over and falcon crossed over his head with a cry, without turning his head back and stabbing his backhand. The snow in his palm was like electricity, and he pierced his shoulder well.

Xuanyuan Yun turned around to avoid him, his figure was really like a moonlight, sliding across silently like flowing water, and only a white shadow of the moon was seen in the field, drifting and moving, flowing light passing by, in a light and aura. , But there are thousands of years of age, the indestructible condensation and stability of wind and thunder.

Meng Fuyao is another style, she brings thunder, violent electricity, winds, and breaks the sky!

She used her fists, fists out like tigers and thunders, carrying the roar of the king of the mountains, with one fist, everything fell low, and wherever the fist wind passed, the hard wooden planks on the floor of the field violently opened. One by one, one by one turned up like the bow of a ship, and there was a continual sound of pops. Those tilted "bows" flew in turn due to impulse and inertia, one hitting the next, flying up and down huge in the sky. The wooden board whizzed and revolved, covering Xuanyuan Yun's head!

Thousands of spectators sprinkled melon seeds and jumped up together.

Huge black shadows of wooden boards flew all over the sky, concealing Xuanyuan Yun’s brilliant silver crescent light. Meng Fu flew up and wiped the wooden boards across the sky. Like the **** of electric light manipulating from the nine heavens, stepping on thick clouds, she can still turn up, jump, kick, step, kick, shoot, and the wooden boards seem to have life under her feet, in an instant. There was no gap between up and down, left and right, and surrounded Xuanyuan Yun!

But she still didn't relax herself, swooping down, a black light flashed between her elbows, and "Slaying the Sky" was already attached to the back of her elbow. This is He Zongyue's way of using the sword, the fastest, most ruthless, and most flexible , The best hit must be hit!

She will put this sword on Xuanyuanyun's neck, and then end the battle!

She swooped down, like a phoenix dancing wildly above the nine heavens, a thunderbolt of ice and snow, and the drum noise under the stage was swept away by the swaying wind. She was just heading towards the target, with no distractions and no progress.

Xuanyuan Yun is still dealing with the arrays of planks, and the crescent hooks draw a snow-colored arc. The light has the power to collapse by nature. Often there are a few inches away from the planks, and the large pieces of wood are silent. Broken, but only for such a delay, Meng Fuyao has arrived.

She was unstoppable from the black cloud cover, and the cold light of the dagger flashed under Xuanyuanyun's eyes.

The audience "Oh!" The exclamation sound surged.

Xuanyuan Yun suddenly smiled slightly.

This beautiful young man suddenly shook the crescent hook in his hand. With a "chap", two shining wing-like knives appeared on the crescent hook. As soon as they appeared, the chill was filled with ice and snow. The temperature in the field dropped by ten degrees.

When the moonlight puts its wings on, what kind of gorgeousness and dazzling is it?

Xuanyuan Yun still smiled shyly. With a shake of his wrist, the moonlight with wings in his palm suddenly doubled the speed of the moonlight. With a light slip, the long hook with Xuanbing cold air had reached Meng Fuyao's door!

In an instant, the cold air forced the body, and even the blood veins seemed to be frozen.

Meng Fuyao knew he was fooled.

This is the same as myself, hiding privately!

This girl even practiced Xuan Yin True Qi, and he didn’t take it out until now. Earlier he kept her secret, tempting her to have all her true power out of her desire to make a quick battle, but in the end, the old force will go to the new force. At that moment, he came to such a hand purely to take the opportunity to induce her injury!

It's no wonder that Zong Yue obviously didn't want to come but rushed over halfway and gave himself medicine. It turned out that he was worried about Xuanyuan Yun.

Xuanyin's true qi and cold are permeated, and Meng Fuyao's true power is overused, and the internal injuries in the body begin to ache.

Xuanyuan Yun's hook light has floated over.

His hook light is extremely brilliant, a round of bright moon surging in the sky, everyone in Hua Guanghuiyao couldn't open their eyes, and they all covered their eyebrows with their hands trying to see clearly the peak battle that exceeded expectations and was rapidly changing.

In Huaguang, Xuanyuan Yun's Gouguang approaching Meng Fuyao suddenly stopped at the most critical moment.

He floated to Meng Fuyao's side and said extremely quickly, "Let me see him, I lose to you."

Meng Fuyao was startled, almost not choking.

This kid, the real warrior does not want him, just to see Zong Yue?

The poisonous tongue man is so charming...

Xuanyuan Yun's hook light stopped in front of her door, waiting for her to answer, Meng Fuyao only smiled.

She also said quickly, "That's his business, I don't have this right, besides... I don't need you to let it."

The word "Rang" still stayed on the tip of her tongue, Yuyin Wei Jue Xuanyuan immediately backed away, but he was a step late after all, or the moment he stopped, he was doomed to miss the best chance to defeat Meng Fuyao.

Meng Fuyao gave a low drink and made five fingers.

Suddenly an extremely brilliant light burst out of her palm. At first, it was a cloud of white light, and then the small white light quickly expanded. The light was far more dazzling and bright than the silver moonlight. The center Fiery, with a fire on the edge, boundlessly rushing to all sides, the remaining wooden boards in the field immediately separated from the ground, and slid backwards as if dragged by someone, forcing the spectators sitting at the front desk to get up and avoid Someone took a step slower, and was immediately stuck in the leg by the wooden stick, dripping with blood like a knife.

The high platform where King Heng and the arbitrator sat in the front was also erected with wooden boards. The solid wooden boards fixed with iron bars suddenly fell silently, and King Heng almost fell into the field in embarrassment.

The curtain on the high platform slammed upwards, raised up like a dragon, and then gathered together, banging away in the dazzling light.

The sixth floor of "Broken Nine Heavens" "Sunrise"!

The sea is shining, the clouds and mountains are shattered, like the rising sun!

When the daylight comes out, where is the moonlight ever?

Xuanyuanyun even changed his eyes. It was also the suffocation of light. He naturally knew the goods and knew that he could not hold on. He retreated, like a flash of electricity, and the speed was definitely not slower than Meng Fuyao's previous fierce blow.

However, a pair of fingers have been lightly resting on his throat.

Unlike his cold moonlight, these fingers are hot, burning with fire-like heat. He stiffens his neck and feels the skin on his throat agitated by the soaring heat. Of trembling.

The ruined martial arts arena, swayed by the silent gale, the wind lifted the jacket of the young man, the back was thin and strong, another light of sunlight came over, seeing her fingers, and firmly pinched The opponent's throat.

The ray of light gradually converged, condensed into a white light at her fingertips, undulating and flickering at the vital point, dazzling thousands of people in silence.

The arbitrator opened his mouth and made no sound several times before squatting, "Meng Fuyao, win!"

The whole audience knew the result, and they were still gasping, and the sound rolled over the huge competition arena like a wind, sounding like a giant hiccuping.

Xuanyuan Yun didn't dare to blink, waiting for Meng Fuyao to close his hand, but Meng Fuyao did not accept it. He was forced to tears by the white light. Looking at Meng Fuyao, the circles of his aggrieved eyes were red again.

Meng Fuyao cursed secretly, rabbit!

She doesn't want to accept it.

She can't accept it.

Fighting with the rapid gathering of Zhen Qi, leapfrogged to use the sixth layer to break through the nine heavens. Now she is much more miserable than Xuanyuan Yun, and the bones in her body are about to dislocate. The internal organs are turbulent, and the Zhen Qi rushes from the left to the right and cannot be controlled. Feeling a finger move, a mouthful of blood and all the internal organs will spray Xuanyuanyun all over his head.

She froze there. Others thought she was showing off her record and she was reluctant to let go, but she didn't dare to say anything. The dark horse, the super dark horse, the sun is shining with this one hand, and it was solved with one move. Xuanyuan Yun, the leader, forced him out of ten.

I thought that in a contest without any suspense, the three moves would definitely be solved, and it really was a three-way solution, that is, all of them lost or lost.

They opened their mouths, stared, and looked at Meng Fuyao, who was freezing on the stage in a pulling-wind posture. No one thought about saving the winner.

Yan Jingchen stood there, staring at Meng Fuyao's back. He hadn't sat down since he stood up. Meng Fuyao's first move hit him, and his eyes went dark, and those huge forces knocked them away. The loose wooden planks hit him in the leg, and he was stiff and unconscious.

When Meng Fuyao's final move was settled, and the compelling sunlight was shining all over the stage, he gave a short "ah" in the exclamation of others.

That sound exhausted all the last strength.

Others don't know, but he who has practiced Lei Dong Jue understands that the trick is to "break the nine heavens"!

Far above Lei Dong Jue, the No. 1 Great Supreme Mind Method in the world, "Bro Jiu Xiao" that is a hundred times more precious than Lei Dong Jue!

Fuyao...Fuyao...

Yan Jingchen didn't know what he was calling, his heart sank with a little bit of pain, and it sank to the depths of his heart. The pain broke his liver and lungs, deep into his bone marrow, and he couldn't breathe.

Those smart choices, those fate that make mistakes again and again because of wrong choices, those punishments written in fate...

"You will regret it, sooner or later."

"Puff--"

Yan Jingchen spouted a mouthful of blood, which splendidly opened on the dusty ground.

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Yan Jingchen was vomiting blood, and Meng Fuyao's sweat came out of her vest little by little. She felt like she was approaching in the direction of ecstasy. The feeling of seeing she was in the abyss but completely powerless made her feel Hei, she raised her eyes and looked at the loser under her for help, the silly boy Xuanyuanyun, but she only knew that she blinked and shed tears.

Help... Although this posture pulls the wind, it will kill people after a long time...

Suddenly someone approached behind her, a faint scent of man with crushed ice, and a cold palm held her, calmly said, "Get tired, let's go."

The palm he held was stable and strong, and the cold infuriating energy in the palm of the palm quickly ascended from the meridians, a little to smooth out her current heat and blood turbulence, and the violent infuriating energy in her body slowly calmed down. Coming down, like a trickle slowly returning to the sea, then she felt able to move.

She is alive.

Meng Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief, tears of gratitude, and turned his head and said lowly, "Cloud marks..."

At this critical moment, sitting far away from the stage, he couldn't see his expression at all, he actually saw his danger!

This hand the right medicine to convey the true energy, helped myself through the most difficult pass at the moment of forced leapfrogging. If it were not for the hand he held at this moment, she Meng Fuyao might have become a dead person today. The victor, after he died, will be marked: the king was over-excited and died suddenly.

Yun Hen just smiled at her shallowly, the sparks in her eyes were shining, like a dazzling galaxy, in that gaze, there was joy for her victory, and it was even better to watch her overcome difficulties. Layer of comfort.

He is the kind of man who lives on a high mountain and listens to the river.

He led her and walked slowly down the stage on the right.

"Hold me."

"The bad luck is on the left, I will take you to the right."

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Meng Fuyao, who was pulled back by Yunhen, has inevitably become the most popular figure in Pandu these days. People in Pandu are talking about the biggest and most bizarre dark horse in Zhenwu this year, and about her force. The strongest master Xuanyuan Yun was out. After the victory, he stood on the stage and didn't want to come down. This rumor even Master Yuan Bao heard several times while shopping with Tiecheng, and he was very happy when he came back, holding his belly and laughing wildly at Meng Fuyao. Fortunately, the mouse didn't say anything. People understand, Meng Fuyao still laughed foolishly with him, and the mouse became happier and decided to tell the master about it.

After a few days of recuperation, the injury was not fully recovered, and the fateful dark horse had to be dragged onto the court for a walk. In the last round of the palace competition in the Zhengyi Hall, when the three of Meng Fuyao arrived, they found that there were not many visitors in the hall. But there is a whole circle of screens on the side. Those translucent screens are surrounded by green beads and jingle bells. The fragrance and breeze are sent out. The charming color is pleasant, and the crowds do not know how many beautiful women ambush, but they can still hear it vaguely. Yingshengyanyu:

"It's coming soon."

"Look, look, look!"

"Don't squeeze me—"

"Oh, you are stepping on my foot..."

When Meng Fuyao came in, there was a commotion among the beauty crowd. They all looked in one direction. Some people stood up and screamed with fans around their faces regardless of their identity.

Meng Fuyao was happy, and I finally became a bird of fame in one fell swoop. She strode past the temple, grinning, and waved to those who admired her.

The "Admirers" glanced at her and turned their heads all together.

……

Meng Fuyao was stunned, standing stupidly in the hall, and suddenly heard a paging, "Your Majesty is here--"

The group of people turned out from the inner hall, faintly with honour, and majestic.

Meng Fuyao turned her head away when she heard this sound. She suddenly remembered a serious problem. She seemed to have to salute Zhannan? I'm really depressed--

She twisted her head in dissatisfaction, wondering if she could use any way to escape the salute to Zhan Nancheng...was flashing? Broken hands? Injured the coccyx? From the corner of my eyes, I saw a group of people slowly go up to the hall, and sit down in the front hall as the guest of honor. They seemed to give in a bit. It was really a group of gentle scum. After hearing the screen, the commotion was fierce. Women, you tripped my skirt and I broke your socks. With that, there was a mess of fragrant panting Weiwei, and couldn't help being more angry, shit, and a bunch of nympho!

Then she suddenly felt something was wrong.

The aura is wrong!

It's not human!

Also, in the corner of the eye, on the right side of the temple, the light purple and silver embroidered robe, what is it?

She was stiff, her neck bones were straight, her joints chucking, and her head turned away.

Ahead, on the jade steps of the main hall, the Canglong is half-sided and talking to Zhan Nancheng in front of the wild gold-inlaid jade throne screen, purple gold crown, biluo belt, light purple silver dragon robe, black hair like ink His skin is like jade, the exquisitely carved copper mask covers half of his beautifully contoured face, and his exposed eyebrows are still as brilliant as a god.

Feeling Meng Fuyao's stare, he turned his head with a small smile, and his eyes rolled around her. Meng Fuyao suddenly felt that his whole body, from the inside to the outside, including the underwear and the straps of the underwear were hooked by the little hooks in his eyes. After that, he didn't stop after hooking it again. The person was graceful, lingering, brilliant, graceful, annoying, hateful and can't help but indulged... smiled at her.

Immediately Meng Fuyao heard his smiling voice, passing through the high hall, quietly into her ears.

"Fuyao, I think you have a hard time thinking about it."

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Well, put the lid on the pot and resist the eggs and tomatoes. Dear folks must think that I am unscrupulous in stopping here, spread the claws, I can’t wow, I didn’t expect that I had written more than 10,000 before I had time to write Promise Wow, but I promised to show you the Promise again, so I had to keep writing, I didn’t have time to get up to drink the water toilet, and tragically gave up the dinner at night (a rare opportunity for people to lose weight, that’s it Let the birds go for nothing), it was easy to write twelve thousand, and I finally gave you a look, I didn’t break my faith with my relatives, I need to know for a thousand years, the sentiment is not in the morning and evening... What, don’t smash it, I'm holding tomatoes and eggs to the noodles, am I easy to me? Supper hasn't settled yet.