However, at this moment, the girl who spread her promised and regretted it.

He attacked Tang Shaoxiang directly, and it was the "Eighteenth Mother Emperor Sword" again

From left to right, the fourth virtual sword on the left side of the mother sword, which was extremely vague and almost nothing, suddenly appeared and disappeared from the sword formation, and rushed towards Tang Shaoxiang.

Tang Shaoxiang was shocked and only paid attention to the three real swords in the middle, but he did not expect that the other illusion swords were caught off guard. He turned sideways and flashed a hole in his shoulder. Fortunately, he was wearing a white robe. Otherwise, blood would have splattered on the spot.

Tang Shaoxiang was furious. Taking advantage of the time when Panjimian's sword was put away, he suddenly came. Panjimian's sword was also prepared and retreated urgently. The pink flower-laced trumpet skirt floated up. In anger, Tang Shaoxiang grabbed it and pulled it up.

With a "crack--" sound, the trumpet skirt was torn apart. At the same time, the woman in the pan-bun was driven by the force in the tangent direction, and her body suddenly turned. When she turned around, she was shocked and quickly protected her ** with her hands.

This scene was deeply imprinted into Tang Shaoxiang's mind, a pair of towering and plump **, light pink **, and small ***

Tang Shaoxiang swallowed his saliva secretly, his body was still motionless, and he forgot to deal with the dress he grabbed.

The girl with a bun was so embarrassed that she squatted down, her palms tightly protected her chest, her eyes glared at Tang Shaoxiang, her teeth bit the corners of her lips, and a strong murderous aura appeared in her eyes.

With her gentle, noble and elegant image in the eyes of outsiders, such an angry expression might not appear in front of the second person besides Tang Shaoxiang. However, Tang Shaoxiang (formerly) was a recognized mediocre talent in the Kuanglong faction of the Dongyoumen Direct Douyuan, Datang Dongyoumen, and no one cared about his image.

The torn trumpet skirt showed a pleasant fragrance. Tang Shaoxiang was secretly intoxicated, and his fingers gently rubbed the clothes with a very obvious texture, as if he was touching Panjin's girl's palpitations through a layer of soft gauze. Seeing Pankie squatting on the ground, protecting her with both hands, and throwing her sword on the ground, she felt a little relaxed.

Looking at Tang Shaoxiang's intoxicated look, the woman with a bun was so angry that she trembled all over. While he was distracted, she picked up the sword on the ground and flew towards him.

Tang Shaoxiang was quick to tell, and threw the dress in his hand towards the face of the woman who was flying towards the pan-bun.

The woman with a bun was worried that her dress would be destroyed, so she quickly put away her sword. At this moment, the dress was already covering her face. She reached out to grab it, and suddenly, her hands stretched out from behind and grabbed her white wrist.

"What do you want to do!" The woman in the pan-broad screamed in a reflexive voice almost as soon as her white wrist was grabbed.

Tang Shaoxiang felt his breathing rapid, and his head was out of mind at once, and even the courage to move further seemed to be gone. Grasping her soft and boneless white wrist, he felt tender and smooth; smelling her faint fragrance, he felt refreshed; touching her round and straight face, he felt bone-eroding.

From the moment he controlled the woman from behind, he felt his body fluids almost boiling, his breathing suddenly accelerated, and his surging surged, and a warm current flowed out of his body along the capillary hole.

The feeling was really wonderful, making the bones soft and the muscles shook the soul. In addition to the pair of white and tender wrists, refreshing sweetness, soft and boneless shoulders, pink and lustful jade cheeks, flexible and smooth neck, the elegant and noble double-spreading bun, the sexy slit that appeared faintly - when I squat just now, a corner of the snow mountain was exposed inadvertently.

What made him even more fascinated was that the woman with a bun twisted her head "to the fullest" and rubbed against her slightly slightly from time to time, making her mind a dazed and confused.

Tang Shaoxiang endured the squirting that was about to burst out, and could not trust her head down, peeked at her squirting slit, then quickly raised her head, and her mind was filled with the extremely evil scene just now.

"Tang Shaoxiang, you are a despicable person. If you don't let go, I will tear you out of pieces!" The woman with pankird was so angry that she almost lost her mind. She kept stomping back and kicking, using all her strength to try to break free from Tang Shaoxiang's control.

Tang Shaoxiang felt that he was about to be unable to control himself, not because of the struggle and intimidation of the girl in the bun, but because of a man's instinct at a certain moment, primitive and direct, rapid and fierce, radical and fearless, with the momentum of "arrows on the strings" that he had to be on the string.

The woman with her bun struggled with all her strength, using her hands and feet, and connecting her shoulders and waist. When she was extremely rational and gradually lost, she would use her stimulation to collide. Until, occasionally, she accidentally touched her slut and became more and more powerful. She was stunned, raised her heels and opened her eyes, as if she had hit a ghost and lost her soul.

Tang Shaoxiang was so arrogant that he was still sweating all over his body. The temperature of his lower body rose to the extreme. His entire chest was almost pressed against her. Every breath of the other party was clearly audible. Every struggle, whether big or small, he would accidentally touch his most powerful part. He felt embarrassed while indulging in his body and mind.

"Tang Shaoxiang, you stinky hooligan, can you let go?" The woman with pankird was furious and scolded and shouted.

Tang Shaoxiang's whole body suddenly became cold, as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head, instantly extinguishing the burning **. His hands suddenly loosened, and the woman with a bun took the opportunity to break free, and then slapped Tang Shaoxiang's chest with a backhand...

"Hahahaha!" The woman with a bun looked up and looked up proudly. She thought that with this palm, she could slap the waste half to death. She couldn't help but be brilliant, raising her chest and shaking her head slightly, just pointing at the bridge of the other person's nose for a moment of contempt.

Most of the palm power was dissolved by the white robe. Tang Shaoxiang was safe and had nothing to do. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and a silent cold snorted. At the same time, he covered the cut by a sword at the shoulder of the outer robe with his hands to prevent the white robe from appearing inside.

The woman with a bun didn't believe that he could really stand this palm. The smile on her face increased and her mouth slightly opened, her white teeth appeared as bright as jade, and her breath spread faintly.

Tang Shaoxiang shrugged helplessly, with a free and unconscionable expression. His eyes were sometimes slightly widened, and he looked at the plump and towering waves of the girl with a bun.

The woman with a pan-broad smile stopped, her face changed, she stared at her eyes and stepped onto the ground, and a momentum rushed to the ground, and spread out to form a sea of ​​qi. At the same time, the vibration caused by the stomping on the ground by her feet finally turned into a reaction force on the ground facing the feet, which flew up the sea of ​​qi from the center, like a wave, lifting up the sword lying in the center of the sea of ​​qi.

The sword was grabbed by the woman with a bun, and then it was sacrificed. While the fingers were pinched, the long sword once again divided into dozens of sword-shaped phantoms, lined up in a row to form a sword killing formation.

"The Sword of the Eighteenth Mother Emperor!"

"Si/Shizijian."

Panji Girl originally meant to say "Shi", but she deliberately said "Shi" and "Si" in ambiguous way. For the opponent, she could not distinguish clearly. For the sword master who had been trained for a long time, she was well aware of the mystery. Once she made a move, she could be unexpected and caught off guard by the opponent. Even if the opponent was one level higher than the first level of his own, such a trick that was easily confused and could often kill the opponent who was turning heads in just a few rounds. If it was a combination of the sword formation, or the "Ferris Wheel Sword Killing Formation", it was extremely visually shocking, astonishing lethality, and extremely high kill rate. - This is also why the overall strength of the Divine Sword faction is obviously stronger than the Crazy Dragon faction.

Tang Shaoxiang's pupils shrank, and the fourth sword flashed instantly, completely attracting his attention. However, the tenth sword flew towards him, caught him off guard, and was shocked.

With a whoosh, Tang Shaoxiang's left shoulder was cut a hole about ten centimeters long. He quickly covered the crack with his hands to prevent the white robe from appearing.

The technique performed by Panji Girl is too mysterious, unpredictable, and it is hard to defend against. However, one mistake can make you more wise. In the first two times, Tang Shaoxiang was not very suitable for the characteristics of the other party's skills. After some experience, with the pure strength between the two, Tang Shaoxiang was confident of avoiding the other party's third sword.

However, the angry woman in Panji did not use her ultimate skill again, but instead used the other swords to attack except the "Si" Zijian and "Shi" Zijian. She regarded Tang Shaoxiang as a tool for her own trial.

This time, Tang Shaoxiang was more careful and was concerned about the illusion sword formation space on both sides of the mother sword - with the current pure strength of the Panqin Girl, each side can be expanded for about ten meters - also kept a high level of vigilance, and at the same time instinctively retreated several steps to expand the field of vision. With the gap in strength between the two, they finally avoided the other party's ordinary sub-sword attack without any danger.

Tang Shaoxiang did not dare to take it lightly at all and was ready to dismantle the opponent's tricks at any time. However, the experienced woman in Pankie suddenly changed her position and occupied the west side of the tower. The afterglow of the dusk fell to the sunset happened to cover the already blurred Illusion Zijian. Even if the Zijian turned into a real life, its faint sword brightness could not compete with the sunset.

His pupils suddenly shrank, and Tang Shaoxiang took a breath of cold air. His situation was worrying and the situation was not objective. Such natural disguise made him feel unsure. Unless the "Dragon Ghost" appears, that is, confronting him with his second identity - the Crazy Dragon, may filter out the natural varietals.

"Her grandma! I must have eaten the Qi-enhancing fruit. Otherwise, I would not have such a quick response!" Tang Shaoxiang comforted himself secretly and said. He couldn't help but regret it, "I shouldn't give the Qi-enhancing fruit at will!" He decided not to give the favors at will from now on, in order to prevent hidden dangers from being buried and regretful.

The right time, place and people are harmonious, and none of them have the advantage! Knowing yourself but not your enemy is not good for yourself! The other party is a vase, which is broken as soon as you touch it, and the breeding ground for trouble is located!…

A hero does not suffer any loss in front of him! Thirty-six strategies are the best strategy!

The intention was decided. Before leaving, Tang Shaoxiang subconsciously glanced at the girl with pankier, and was immediately dazzled by the afterglow of the fallen clouds. At the same time, there was the girl with pankier's actions that made him familiar: the girl with pankier was just in the spotlight and lifted the flesh-colored tight pants behind her buttocks up...

After finally covering the sexy slit after her buttocks, she looked up and found that Tang Shaoxiang was squinting her eyes - it seemed to be peeping at her - immediately became furious, wrapped the trumpet skirt around her waist, then picked up the sword and attacked Tang Shaoxiang like crazy...

Under the stone wood tower, on the stone platform in the center of the pond, the first-level monk from the directly-level sect affiliated to the Ice and Fire Liantian Sect had just pulled out almost all the true energy in the dantian, temporarily stored it in the upper acupoint of the lower plate. Around the abdomen, the void ripples, the vital energy expands, and the flames are flourishing. His face and abdomen are bulging, and his heart is secretly savoring a sentence from the elder of the sect: Only by fully stimulating the potential can one practice the peak martial arts!

"Duan Feng, if you are not sure, forget it. Can we come again next time?" In the guardrail, on the corridor, a woman was extremely anxious and tried her best to stop the other party from taking risks.

However, the other party turned a deaf ear and was unmoved. After looking up at the top of the tower, he shouted loudly, and the two narrow channels of the Yuan-power release that connected the "lower plate upper void" opened at the same time. - the "lower plate middle void" between the lower abdomen and the knee and the "lower plate lower void" from the knee to the sole of the foot.

At that moment, the true energy in the "upper void" gushed down, and reached the "lower void" instantly through the narrow "middle void". The moment it broke through the foot-pal acupoint, a momentum rushed to the ground and spread out to form a sea of ​​qi. The sea of ​​qi is still in the constraints of the lower void. The large explosion of vital energy caused the volume and pressure of the void to increase sharply. During the transformation of the seal, the volume of void decreased sharply, and the sea of ​​qi suddenly contracted to the center. Following this momentum, Duan Feng's legs folded, and then suddenly expanded. The powerful internal force and the boost of the sea of ​​qi made his body rushed towards the top of the tower a hundred meters high.

The majestic momentum destroyed the slightly bare tree planted on the countertop.

Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters..., after only less than forty meters, he suddenly felt that his stamina was insufficient. In addition, the upward trend quickly turned to a decrease, hovered at a high level, and then added a drop...

An unprecedented sense of fear filled his mind, and he realized that his energy was exhausted. Before he died, he desperately used the unique skill of the sect leader, "Earth Fire and Heart Art" that he had secretly learned. It required that his pure strength must reach at least the third level of the mortal realm or above.

His pure strength is in the early stage of the second level of the Fantian Realm, and the minimum requirement is very different. But he has no choice but to let the martial arts operate on its own. His limbs instinctively waved randomly, trying to catch something, but it was useless. His body - lying flat - was still falling high and down. Suddenly, with a "pop", it was like a broken belly, and the abdomen was pierced, and the broken tree came out of the hole, and it was dyed blood red.

"Ah————!" A scream came from the stone wooden tower, rushed straight up the courtyard, and came into the ears of Panjiu and Tang Shaoxiang.

Above the top of the tower, Panjiu and Tang Shaoxiang were fighting hard to distinguish. After hearing the screams, they were both stunned. Tang Shaoxiang took the opportunity to jump to the tower, and Panjiu also used the Qi-controlling technique and flew down.

After reaching the ground, Tang Shaoxiang did not rush to escape, but ran towards the tower gate. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a strong smell of blood. After entering, the scene in front of him made him feel creepy and he took a breath: On the stone platform in the middle of the pond, a bloody body lay straight on a broken tree trunk. The sharp trunk pierced from the back of the corpse and penetrated from his belly, staining the ground with blood, which was terrible. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!