The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 52 Whose golden finger is dedicated to paste his face

The long sword dyed red was pulled out from the body without mercy, and the fiery red clothes were instantly soaked in blood, making it even more beautiful.

Nan Sixian, who was suddenly betrayed, had no time to question him, but was beaten back by the sword light and whip shadow one after another.

Caught off guard, he has already fallen into a disadvantage.

The masked female cultivator's strength is not bad. Although the injured Nan Sixian is still fierce with her sword, it is difficult to completely resist her in the siege.

"how?"

Another whip hit Nan Sixian, the masked nun curled up some messy hair, hooked her index finger almost alluringly, and provoked the girl who rolled on the spot to avoid several sword lights.

"The head disciple of the Fengming Sword Sect? Is he in such a mess?"

Well, but it's also suitable for you, isn't it?

Just like when she was in the Nan family, she was a good-for-nothing young lady who could be bullied by anyone.

"Shut up!"

The angry sword light came at a gallop, and the masked female cultivator had to dodge in the same embarrassment.

Nan Sixian burst out with spiritual power, flying swords swirling in the air, forcing back the besieging Buddhist monks, pointing at her and cursing: "Evil demons are crooked, controlling the minds of fellow practitioners as cannon fodder, you witch, shameless!"

Although I don't know when this person did it, but the expressions of these monks cited by Tianfozong and Zhongsheng are obviously wrong, and they must be controlled by her.

In this situation, considering Zui Liuxia's entrustment, it is impossible to kill at will.

That's why Nan Sixian's counterattack was so restrained.

"Short-sighted."

The masked female cultivator sneered, and there was a faint light in her eyes that seemed to be mocking but also contained some other meaning.

"My Immortal Wumei is an orthodox technique of the Daoist sect. Its subtlety is far better than countless small schools of techniques. I have no talent, and even ordinary monks can't learn it even if they want to."

Top-notch dual-cultivation skills, top-level entry speed, and top-level killing methods.

But it's just a little physical price, isn't it... a treasure that the world can't envy?

Because of you, I have to enjoy the "treasure"!

Biting her lip, the five fingers pinched on the fire whip suddenly tightened, and the masked nun's eyes suddenly became terribly cold.

However, a guy who unknowingly provoked people's anger didn't care at all.

Or it should be said that Nan Sixian didn't care about her reaction or what she said.

This sentence of denunciation was just a means to buy time.

Hearing that most villains are accustomed to talking too much, she chatted with her in the mood of giving it a try, but she didn't expect it to be a success!

What a surprise...

Such an honest villain...

Nan Sixian clicked his lips, shook his head, rolled his tongue and said, "Unfortunately, Miss Ben will not show mercy."

The voice fell, and the piano sounded.

In the past ten years of retreat, Nan Sixian has practiced not only sword moves, but also the qin music taught by her intended wife.

Although I still only know the first string and the second string, but———

"It's enough for you poor singles to see... what is the power of love!"

A squeak.

I saw, the plain hand in red plucked lightly, provoking the strings and pure heart.

The sound of the clanging piano is so vulgar and pleasant to the ear, the profound rhythm of the profound sound that penetrates the hearts of the people flows out, playing the beautiful sound of killing.

Immediately afterwards, the climax/tide waved.

Fuxi's Divine Comedy subdues the power of heaven, powerfully enters the brain consciousness of the controlled Buddha, and intends to drive away the confused heart and fairy dance.

And at this time, the masked female cultivator finally realized that she had played tricks on her, and she woke up in time. The face under the tulle was green, black, and red at times.

"You little bastard...!"

Cursing could no longer relieve the shame in her heart, she flicked the fire whip in her hand, and the further deepened mental control actually wrapped Nan Sixian's piano sound together and held on tightly.

What does she want to do?

Just as Nan Sixian raised such a question, his pupils shrank in shock at the masked female cultivator's vicious tactics.

Regardless of whether it was All Beings Returning to the Heavenly Buddhist Sect, the complexions of the Buddhist cultivators present at the same time began to turn pale, and then it was even visible that the cold frost dyed their eyebrows and covered their bodies.

It's... the cold enters the body!

That woman actually made them stop their minds!

And, that's not all.

"Hehe, you said that when Zui Liuxia came back and saw these Buddhist cultivators were frozen to death in the extreme cold, and your piano sound was still entrenched in the sea of ​​consciousness, would you think so?"

Unscrupulous laughter is madness and pleasure.

The masked female cultivator's eyes were full of fierce redness, and her vicious methods made even the devil feel ashamed.

An orthodox monk?

Taoism!

What kind of way are they cultivating, the way of fallen demons? !

Gritting her silver teeth tightly, she slowly closed her eyes, the terrifying cold was about to kill her, and she had no chance to deal with it slowly.

One breath, finish everything...

The realm of clear mirror and still water is the ultimate of no distractions.

Nan Sixian, who was covered in red, lowered her jaw and lowered her eyebrows, and a pair of white jade hands lightly caressed the simple and elegant brown boat piano.

Facing the evening wind that comes from nowhere.

The eyes covered with scarlet sword shadows opened wide in the extreme silence.

Get moving!

A man with wild hair and wild dancing like a demon, with mysterious hands playing the piano like electricity, his whole body is full of spiritual power, and he is domineering and then plays a peerless song.

All of a sudden, the sound of singing and zither roared, and layers of chaotic snow were blown away indifferently, blooming in mid-air, thousands of bright red stars dazzing!

The melody kept turning, until it hit the shore with a bang. In a trance, the masked nun just felt...

Love, revealing the burning soul to repent, and meaning, contains Taoism to wash away sins.

A world-shattering song, Mingming brought thousands of emotions in my heart, washing away all the chaos and evil thoughts,

A drop of tear falls...

She watched quietly without any resistance, and Nan Sixian raised a silver-like string with her fingers high, causing the stars to fall from the sky.

Shaking Tianyin's killing power is fully displayed.

It is the first string of Fuxi's Jingshiqu that has finally brought on the personal touch of the luthier.

There is no song in the most love, and the burning soul repents and washes away the dust of sin!

First, it arouses the deep regret in people's hearts, and then amplifies it to catch people's hearts with the supreme piano music, and the final sound is released, which is unstoppable!

The moment the ultimate move is made, the outcome has already been decided.

I saw ten thousand stars shining like the sun in the middle of the day, and the melodious and unrivaled music of the zither criss-crossed for miles around.

The aftermath of the premonitory aftermath of the otherworldly divine voice warding off ghosts and evil spirits, which had not yet fully erupted, just swept over the Buddhist practitioners, directly triggering the Buddha Qi left behind by Zui Liuxia, and shattering everyone's trial jade talisman.

Those who are attacked by strong men and who have the intention of repenting and doing good in their hearts will have a little Buddha energy, which will help them escape their lives.

This is the last resort that Zui Liuxia specially left for them.

To save everyone in front of the conspirators in the breath of cold air, for a sword cultivator who only knows how to fight, no matter how you think about it, it is too fantasy.

Nan Sixian had no choice but to use this last resort to forcefully send everyone out to save their lives, but it was a pity that he still failed to repay the master's trust perfectly.

and……

Looking at the masked female cultivator who was also shattered by the Buddha's energy to test the jade talisman and slowly disappeared, Nan Sixian pouted slightly.

Because her only move that can solve the problem comes with a confession effect, it actually let her go too, I'm so upset!

———A bad guy like that guy should be shredded into pieces!

"Well, forget it."

"Anyway, if it weren't for the effect of repentance that can fascinate the mind for a moment, who knows what other tricks this demon girl has?"

"Next, let's think about what I should do..."

Nan Sixian's eyes were narrowed into two straight lines, staring blankly at the music of the piano and the starlight shining on his face, and muttered to himself.

The first string of Fuxi's Jingshiqu is a very powerful, very powerful range attack technique, um, it's like the magician's forbidden spell, which cuts a piece of grass.

Unfortunately, there is a very serious problem...

This guy doesn't know how to recognize its owner, it will beat anyone!

But this time, her targets are all by her side, even that masked chick is not far away.

So, without any suspense, after everyone got a shot and went home.

This guy is going to hit her again...

————It seems to be like this every time I use this trick. Didn’t Miss Ben fail as a luthier?

Nan Sixian, who was already ready to self-mutilate, sighed in his heart, saying that the piano music of his future wife really perfectly explained what it means to fight with life.

However, just when the sound attack came.

The entire snowy area was suddenly crushed by a terrible pressure.

The sudden tornado and hurricane brought up the boundless blue swagger, and the shocking vast sea of ​​swords depicted the painting to the limit.

Immediately, the sound of the starlight piano collapsed again, and the churning air wave shook the snow cliff.

Among the intoxicating green sky, I saw a cold and proud woman holding a white jade folding fan, stepping on the wind and falling, like a sword god resigned from the world.

"Why is your piano music still so inaccurate, it just hits your face, doesn't it?"

The green hair was dyed with a few strands of snow, and Shang Qinghan slapped Nan Sixian on the forehead with a slap, his face was a little cloudy, and his tone was displeased, and he reprimanded: "...if I haven't arrived, you, when how?"

If I haven't arrived, what should you do!

A reprimand as cold as ice hit Nan Sixian's heart hard, and immediately aroused several fragments hidden in his heart.

Only then did she notice.

Since I first used this move, even though I can't remember how many times I have indiscriminately self-mutilated, I still don't know what it feels like to be hit by this move.

Every time, every time, there would be a sword with an indifferent appearance, which would scatter the stars in the sky, and every time, there would be a person as black as snow, firmly protecting her behind her.

With a stern face, he reprimanded indifferently and angrily.

as always……

Too similar silhouettes, too similar scenes.

Once again caught up with the long-lost IQ.

Why, I have never noticed it, obviously, it is so obvious that they are exactly the same!

is her!

Looking at Shang Qinghan's face, Nan Sixian shed two lines full of joy, full of sweetness, full of tears of reunion after a long absence.

next moment.

Hugged unexpectedly, imprinted a cold spot on the lips unexpectedly.

Everything came too suddenly.

Until Nan Sixian's hand was like a gentle breeze, caressing her face all the way, until Nan Sixian's lips bit her tightly, and with the soft tip of her tongue, pushed away the obstruction of her teeth and penetrated into her mouth.

until……

That touch of tenderness, so sweet as to drown, entangled the bond between the two of them, and finally let Shang Qinghan react.

she is kissing me...?

However, just one thought flashed through, and it was no longer possible to think about it.

The other party didn't leave her room to think at all.

A hand that belonged to a woman, warm and somewhat hot, couldn't wait, and rushed into her already light moon-white clothes, slowly caressing her lower abdomen.

Snapped.

The Liuying fan fell to the ground, splashing a bit of smoke and dust.

Shang Qinghan, who had never been exposed to such a thing, never thought that he would be so sensitive.

It's just that the provocative skills that have never experienced actual combat, just the first wave of offensive that just happened to target the weak point, the swordsman who has been abstinent for thousands of years couldn't help but feel weak all over.

If it wasn't for the tip of her tongue being still occupied by Nan Sixian, if it wasn't for her shame to lock her impulse firmly, she would have almost groaned/groaned.

An open place, unscrupulous acts of indecent behavior...

How shameless...

However, Nan Sixian was her chosen lover in the first place, so it's right to let this kind of thing happen, right? It's okay to indulge in the feeling at this time, right?

Overwhelmed by instinct.

The ice-like jade face was stained with crimson light makeup.

Feeling the slender fingers, pressing down the mysterious path one by one, submerging in it, and about to get drunk in the sea of ​​flowers.

With a chaotic mind, she randomly pushed her proud peak up and down, and her watery emerald eyes were already closed, ready to hand over all the ownership of this body.

If it's Nan Sixian... I...

The body relaxed, such a thought had just melted into Shang Qinghan's heart, the lips of the two finally parted, but smashed all the charming and romantic.

"Ji Xue..."

The inaudible half-sentence murmured softly, to Shang Qinghan, it was like a refreshing hammer hitting the head hard.

It was smashed together with the charming, maybe there is something else...

Regaining a firm footing symbolizes the end.

He firmly grasped Nan Sixian's left hand that was deep into her skirt, and pulled the stunned girl in red face to face.

Shang Qinghan slowly opened his eyes, imprinted the emerald green color full of water vapor into Nan Sixian's eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I am, Shang Qinghan, and it's just, Shang Qinghan."

A simple sentence that is decisive and as heavy as an endless mountain.

Riding the mountain wind at dusk, reverberating in this snow-colored world, for a long time, for a long time, refusing to stop...

The author has something to say: Later, I found that I thought too much, even if someone urged me, I would still be a useless person who delayed the draft...

PS: I wanted to talk about the settings, but suddenly I couldn’t remember what I was going to talk about!