A bright and gorgeous sword light rose from Tianyong City, like a phoenix spreading its wings, shaking off countless brilliant and gorgeous Nirvana feathers, breaking through the clouds in an erosion, and flying towards Qionghua Sect.

The elder Qingxuan, who rushed to the door after hearing the news, pushed open the door and looked at the elders of the sword and the elders of the sword tomb who were drinking tea safely inside the door. He couldn't get out of the way: "Did you guys ask someone to leave the magic weapon of Mid Sword Township!"

"Senior Brother Qingxuan is here, this pot of Kunwu Fairy Tea is ready, please." Qinghe Zhenren was not angry, but instead showed a hint of melancholy, poured a cup of fragrant tea and handed it to Zhenren Qingxuan.

"Now I have time to drink tea! Which sword spirit was invited away? If it were the sword spirit transformed by my ancestor Tianyong, I would definitely chase him!" Zhenren Qingxuan pushed away the tea handed over by Zhenren, and his tone was slightly relaxed.

"Don't worry, boy Qingxuan, Qinghe is not in tune with it anymore. Do you know the importance of it? Boy Yuanying asked him to leave the love sword Hongyu, not the sword inherited by my Tianyong City." The elder of Jianzhong sighed, as if he had taken off a piece of burden, and murmured: "Hongyu, it's a miserable child. When he came to Jianzhong, he kept blocking himself. I was still worried that her obsession would disappear and she would be wiped out. It's a blessing for boy Qionghua to make Hongyu feel moved."

When Master Qingxuan heard Hongyu's name, he felt relieved, but a trace of bitterness of the shattered first love appeared in his heart.

Countless years ago, Hongyu was just an ordinary woman from the Qingfeng tribe. She escaped the destruction of the tribe because of her journey. At that time, she only existed for revenge, seeking pleasure, and would rather fall into the wrong path and leave the wheel forever. In order to avenge the revenge of the clan, she volunteered to become a sword spirit. Si's father, who was studying under Longyuan, cast her love sword Hongyu with her soul. Revenge with the help of Mrs. Xu, who possesses peerless sword skills. Thousands of years of time are like a dream. In the dusk of Anlu, Mrs. Xu, who had been guarding for a long time, returned to the sword tomb with her free blood a hundred years ago.

Master Qingxuan, who was energetic when he was young, was also fortunate to see Hongyu's sad and lonely face under the moonlight in Jianzhong. However, Hongyu was unwilling to go with him. Unexpectedly, she fell in love with an eleven-year-old boy.

Qing and Zhenren patted Qingxuan's shoulders very well, showing a bitter smile of sympathy.

Everyone has been young. In his youth, who has never imagined in his dream that a mature and beautiful big sister with big breasts and big breasts is intimate and caring for her carefully. She is in harmony with her, um, um, ahhhh.

However, the disciples of Tianyong City have been in love with each other for most of their lives, but they can never touch the red silk.

Such a charming figure, she was free and elegant, leaving only the resolute, upright, romantic and solemn back to the disciples of Tianyong City.

When the elders and deacons of the Qing generation in Tianyong City collectively fell into the green and sweet memories of broken hearts, Chu Ci, the lucky one who was cursed by them, was enjoying the various nosebleed benefits they imagined.

"Sister Hongyu, can you stop transforming? My spiritual power is moving too fast." Chu Ci drove the sword balls that were consumed at one time under his feet. While asking Sister Hongyu, who was "hitting the ball to hit the person" behind him to be at peace, after all, it was not the state that he had not recognized the master before. Since Chu Ci dripped blood to recognize the master, the consumption of the transformation of the red jade has shifted from the sword body itself to Chu Ci. To maintain the consumption of the red jade's transformation of such a realistic transformation, Chu Ci was really overwhelmed.

In addition, Chu Ci wanted to control the low-quality sword balls to fly, and to hold up the sword cover to resist the Nine Heavens Wind, and at the same time, to resist the temptation brought by the two soft and plump breasts/meat on his back. He really couldn't stand it.

"Little brother, isn't it going to work so soon? Sister is very disappointed." Hongyu hooked her jade fingers and drew circles lightly and heavyly behind Chu Ci's back. A bright smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she teased: "Do you want my sister to give you some motivation?"

Chu Ci hurried to the road and said in a muffled voice: "No need!" His embarrassing little appearance attracted the crisp laughter of the red jade silver bell. He leaned on Chu Ci's back and smiled so hard that his fiery and plump breasts made Chu Ci bend over slightly.

Referee, she dribbled the ball and hit people many times!

Chu Ci was deeply worried. If it were an ordinary sword spirit, it would definitely not be a problem for him to support one or two transformations. But for some reason, the consumption of red jade transformation was far greater than that of ordinary sword spirits, and at least the spiritual power consumption of five sword spirits.

Hongyu may be a bad thing and always likes to tease Chu Ci, as if he enjoys seeing his beautiful and handsome little face showing various expressions. Chu Ci, who can be mature and steady in front of Zixuan and Aqing, is no match for Hongyu who is good at using his own conditions.

So!

"Little brother, my sister is not satisfied yet. You can't do it anymore. I really disappoint my sister."

"Can you stop saying that it is so easy to misunderstand? If you hadn't consumed too much energy, how could I stop halfway and meditate and adjust my breathing!"

Chu Ci sat in the snow and ice, drinking the spiritual liquid of Qionghuapai's specialty, while refuting Hongyu who was doing nothing.

Hongyu narrowed her eyes and waves of light flowing, her crimson lips slightly bent, and she said angrily: "Oh, my little brother is angry, do you want to punish my sister?" As she said that, she deliberately bent down at Chu Ci, and her three-inch ice-skinned jade bones suddenly burst out.

Chu Ci simply closed his eyes and asked the question he had been thinking about for a long time: "Hongyu, why did you choose me?"

The red jade put on his frivolous makeup, his crimson sleeves were closed around his waist, his beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he remembered the memories of many years ago. Qing Feng, who was razed to the ground, was exposed to the corpse of the wilderness, and the red clothes hanging on the beams of the house, were vividly visible in his mind, and his heart was filled with bitterness and sorrow, and his hibiscus jade face was lonely and lonely.

Looking at Chu Ci's handsome face, Hongyu felt a little better. Perhaps it was Chu Ci's clean gaze or perhaps it was Chu Ci's intimate aura. When Hongyu saw him, she seemed to have seen an old friend who had met again.

If this were not the case, how could Hongyu take the initiative to come to save him when she was in the Sleeping Sword Township?

"Well, you and I are one, I believe you won't harm me." Chu Ci could feel Hongyu's mood at this moment without opening his eyes. He stopped asking. After the breathing was finished, he took out a sword ball again, turned into a sword light, stepped on his foot and landed on the sword light, turned around and reached out, with a gentle smile on his face: "Let's go, our house."

Hongyu was stunned, and her red lips immediately pursed an extremely soft and gentle smile, put her jade hand on Chu Ci's palm, her red skirt flew sideways, sitting on the sword light, her skirt raised lightly, revealing two pieces of white jade-like legs, white and red, tender and plump.

Chu Ci glanced at him and then looked at him again. He was not looking at the beautiful legs, but at the base of his thighs deep in the skirt.

A pair of daggers!

"Sister Hongyu"

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"That pair of daggers on your legs"

"It's my weapon, it's pretty!" Hongyu took off the dagger and gestured in her hand.

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Chu Ci finally understood why spiritual power was consumed so much. A sword spirit actually condensed two short swords comparable to the magic weapon of the spirit. No wonder he could not even stand it, wait

Chu Ci narrowed his eyes and said with a dangerous light: "Sister Hongyu, you seem to be a sword spirit." A sword with two swords is very inconsistent no matter how you look at it.

"Hehe, little brother, please take your sister to fly." Hongyu's pretty face turned slightly red, and she looked around and said to him. (To be continued.)
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