Chapter 25

What's more, why is this man so crazy in front of her? She hates people more than her.

Even if he is a great master of Saint martial arts, don't forget that he is seriously injured now. Since he has no strong cultivation for the time being, he will still be a man with his tail in front of her.

In this world, it is the fist that speaks. Whoever has a hard fist is the boss. She has a harder fist than this man for the time being, so she has to give in to her during this period.

Long Zixuan's eyebrows moved. In the moonlight, his face was gorgeous and his eyebrows were enchanting. He quickly grabbed her wrist. With his arm exerting force, Fengyu was dragged to the ground. As soon as he turned over, he pressed it.

This girl is so savage. It seems that she needs to be well adjusted.

Feng Yu stares at the man who presses her. She relies on him. Just now, she is still pressing him. How can she be pressed so quickly?

That's not the point. The point is, doesn't this man have any fighting power? How can you have so much strength?

Besides, what does he want to do with her? I don't want to break her neck, or this man wants to eat her meat just like the one before?

Just as she was thinking, her chin was pinched, and her head was forced to lift up. At once, Fengyu's whole body tightened up to the dark evil eyes of Shanglong Zixuan.

"Little girl, I don't want to. No one can hit me yet."

His voice is low, with evil nature. It's so pleasant that people can't help but have endless aftertaste. Fengyu's nervous heart suddenly relaxed.

She glared at him and said in a cold voice, "don't call me little girl any more. My name is Fengyu, Fengyu's Fengyu, Fengyu's feather. You can call me Fengyu."

Being called a little girl by a 20-year-old man, this feeling is terrible. Fengyu can't help telling him his name.

This is the first time that someone dares to call her a little girl, but she really doesn't like to hear it. If it wasn't for the fact that she was pressed and the difference in force was obvious, she would never let him go just because this man called him that.

Dragon Zixuan crooked his lips and began to smile. The print on his eyebrows moved, and his narrow eyes were enchanting and full of brilliance.

"Fengyu's Phoenix, Fengyu's feather? "Yes?"

The last word, the epilogue is high, the voice of the devil is more charming. Fengyu was bewitched by him for a moment, and her eyes are staring at him. She can't figure out how someone's voice can be heard so well. As long as you listen to it, you can make the bones crisp.

But then, the man's evil voice continued, "isn't it Yun Ning Ruo? How could it be Feng Yu? "

Feng Yu narrowed his eyes and pushed the man. Sen said coldly, "I changed my name, can't I? You go

This man is really dead. Fengyu thinks that she will be crushed by him. Damned man, is it really good to treat her as a back cushion?

There was a sudden pain on her lips. Fengyu immediately widened her eyes and saw that the man slowly moved his head away from her. There was a trace of blood on the gorgeous lip. In the dark, there was a kind of strange beauty.

He actually bit her, this man actually bit her lip, the scar on her face is so ugly, she looked at it and despised it. How did he bite? It's a heavy taste.

Feng Yu's eyes were wide open, and he had only one idea in his head.

When long Zixuan let go of her, she immediately covered her lips and sat up. Her eyes were full of lethality and looked at him. Suddenly, she waved her fist fiercely.

When she wanted to kill this man, she dared to touch her lips and seek death. She lived two lives. Except for the accident when she fell off the cliff just now, no one dared to touch her place.

Dragon Zixuan easily grasped her small soft fist, dark evil eyes like a smile swept in the past, evil voice low said, "how? Want to be bitten? "

Although the girl was rather shabby, the taste on her lips was unexpectedly sweet. The unexpected touch when she fell down made him remember the taste there.

What's more, he really doesn't hate the smell of her. When he meets her, his inborn habit of cleanliness seems to disappear automatically. Otherwise, if other women dare to crush him, he will immediately break her neck.

It's really strange that this woman, who has been an accident for so many years, doesn't even think of her as a killer. Long Zixuan's long narrow eyes squint, his eyes rise high, and his evil eyes flash quickly.

Fengyu immediately stopped action, unwilling to take back the fist.

Her eyes slightly narrowed, a pair of cold eyes coldly looking at the Dragon Zixuan, reaching out from his arms to take out a piece of cloth, open, ten cold glittering fingertips appear.

The eyebrows of dragon Zixuan's evil spirit moved, and he felt a great danger from the things like those fingers. The thing seemed to be stained with a lot of blood, and it had a faint taste of bloodthirsty. But it had no aura, and it didn't seem to be a spirit weapon.

What on earth is this? His dark eyes were full of doubts.Fengyu skillfully put fingertips one by one on her fingers. When she practiced Kung Fu, in order to exercise her palm, she took off the broken soul. She knew that she would meet this man tonight, so she didn't take it off.

Ten sets of good, fingertips and her fingers completely coincide, just with the day when she killed a Hu and Wang Er, when the soul is like her own fingers, at this time, it presents a strange black, fingertips fingertips, as if invincible weapon.

Her eyes touched the doubts in long Zixuan's eyes, and her lips coldly hooked up. She jumped up, and her breath immediately changed dramatically.

If she was just cold just now, then at this moment, she seems to have become a god of killing. Her whole body is full of murderous atmosphere, and full of bloodthirsty taste.

She waved to the Dragon Zixuan, and immediately, the air seemed to be torn, and the low sound of breaking the wind sounded.

Long Zixuan narrowed his evil eyes, waved his cape, and his body had gone away. His dark purple corner was swept away by the soul, and immediately cut off on the ground.

But the tree behind him just now was not so lucky. It was touched by Feng Yu, and immediately stopped and broke, and fell to the ground with a bang.

In the dark eyes of the Dragon Zixuan, I was surprised. That thing is not a spirit weapon at all. It's just an ordinary tool. Why is it so powerful?

I'm afraid if ordinary swords touch this thing, they will be cut into a pile of scrap metal.

"Little girl, where did you build such a powerful weapon?"