Qing Ben's black and cute demon concubine strikes

Chapter 524 The Jealous Man (1)
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Jiang Wumei narrowly dodged a sword light, and a cut was cut in the waist and abdomen of the moon-white gown, and the material was stained red with blood.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, the spirit sword in his hand disappeared, and the figure turned into three identical Jiang Wumei in the blink of an eye.

"Huh?" Lingjiu leaned slightly, his eyes flashed, and within a second he saw these three figures through the sky eyes, which belonged to Jiang Wumei's real body.But this is also because she has the eyes of the sky, and it is estimated that it is difficult for ordinary people to find the real bodies of these three people.

What interested Lingjiu the most was that the two false Jiang Wumei didn't know they were phantoms, but were actually aggressive.

"Amazing." Not counting the innocuous grievances between the two, Lingjiu sincerely admired Jiang Wumei's talent and ability.Looking with her heavenly eyes, she found that Jiang Wumei's technique, condensing two false clones, should not be the ultimate.

If you continue to practice, three ways of avatar and four ways of distraction... or even more are possible.

Facing the attack of the three at the same time, Song Xueyi stood still and did not move until the fists and kicks were about to land on him.

A huge shield suddenly appeared around Song Xueyi's body.

If you look carefully, you will find that this is not a shield, but pieces of iron leaves that look like black bronze and grow like iron scales.

After the iron leaf was like a tough guard to block the blow for Song Xueyi, Song Xueyi turned to the left, the iron leaf on the left disappeared instantly, and he hit Jiang Wumei in front of him with his palm.

"Pfft." A mouthful of blood spat out from Jiang Wumei's mouth.

His body was also sent flying three meters away, and when he flipped over in the air and was about to land, Song Xueyi chased after him, using pure fist and kick skills.

Jiang Wumei's pupils shrank, but his reaction was quick, catching Song Xueyi's leg.

The purest boxing skills are not as sharp and elegant as swordsmanship, nor as gorgeous and elegant as magic arts, but they can best reflect the most primitive charm and taste of men.

The dove on the eaves of the green tile pavilion could not help but be a little dumbfounded seeing the two men fighting fiercely on the snow.

These two people both look like a perfect noble son, one is as handsome as a fairy, and the other is Zhilan Yushu.

Who would have thought that they would fight like rough men.

But a male god is a male god after all, even if it's a fight with fists and kicks, it's fierce and fierce, but it's smooth and smooth, making people look hotter and more hearty, especially when the two of them look serious and cold.

This is the third time Jiang Wumei was thrown out.

Every time he fell, Jiang Wumei would get up again and fight Song Xueyi.

They seem to have forgotten that they are cultivators, and they beat more and more fiercely, as if venting something, more like...

Lingjiu's expression was a little weird, but she still complained silently: "Why do you look like a beast in heat."

Primitive creatures, for the sake of females, there will be fierce fights between males, firstly to show themselves, and secondly to solve their opponents.

sizzle.

A very small voice sounded.

This is the sound of shoes stepping on the snow, which most people can't hear.

It's just that the few people present are not ordinary people, so they can all hear clearly.

Both Song Xueyi and Jiang Wumei looked in the direction of the voice.

Xia Xiaohui's figure appeared in their line of sight. She stretched out her hand and gently pushed aside a plum blossom branch. Seeing the appearance of the two after fighting, her expression was momentarily startled, but she soon came back to her senses and said in surprise: "Where's the fairy master?"

Who is the fairy master in Xia Xiaohui's mouth, how could Song Xueyi and Jiang Wumei not know.

Their expressions changed slightly as they looked around.

Almost at the same time, their eyes fell on the pavilion, the woman who was squatting there and smiling at them, her eyes were pure but meaningful.

How long has she been here?How much did you see again?

These two questions came to the minds of Song Xueyi and Jiang Wumei at the same time, making their expressions a little strange.

"Hehe." Lingjiu laughed.

Song Xueyi and Jiang Wumei: "..."

Xia Xiaohui looked puzzled.Why do you feel that the atmosphere is a bit wrong?Does she want to take a break?
Lingjiu jumped down from the top of the pavilion, fell to the ground like a feather without any weight, and walked towards the two of them, "The fight was very hot."

In a word, let Song Xueyi and Jiang Wumei know, she probably saw a lot.

Song Xueyi's eyes flickered, recalling his previous words and deeds, except for exposing his indifferent side, he seemed to have done nothing wrong. Even if he fought, he was the one who won, and overall the loss was not big.

Thinking of this, his beating mind gradually calmed down, and he walked towards Lingjiu.

Don't look at Song Xueyi's elegant and calm appearance, but in front of the person he really loves, no matter how confident a man is, he will be eager to show his best side, even Song Xueyi is the same.

What's more, in his eyes, Jiang Wumei is still someone who spies on his treasure.

Even if Jiang Wumei didn't say it, how could Song Xueyi not feel it, so he can't be cruel, but he can hit people the most.

Fighting with fists and flesh is like the most primitive male fight.

This time, without any surprise, Song Xueyi won with an absolute gesture.

Therefore, the initial feeling of the doves is not wrong, they are indeed like beasts in heat.

Creatures like men have a kind of wildness in their bones, even Song Xueyi is no exception.

Song Xueyi came to her side, Lingjiu just took a look, then set his eyes on Jiang Wumei.

At this time, Jiang Wumei looked much more embarrassed than Song Xueyi, his loose hair was still stained with unmelted white snow, and his moon-white clothes were stained with bright red blood, which could not weaken his aloof temperament. few.

Facing Lingjiu's gaze, Jiang Wumei's lips tightened even more, making his entire expression cold and pressing.

"Are you leaving?" Lingjiu asked.

Jiang Wumei didn't expect that she would take the initiative to talk to him, and then nodded silently after being startled.

He didn't look at Lingjiu, but set his gaze farther away, "I'm defeated." The endless words fell into the ears of Lingjiu and Song Xueyi, and neither of them could understand. Same.

After Jiang Wumei finished speaking, she focused her gaze on Song Xueyi, "We will fight again next time."

Song Xueyi said indifferently: "I lost this time, and I won't have a chance to win next time."

Yo ha!Lingjiu looked at Song Xueyi in surprise, never expecting Song Xiaobai to be so arrogant and exposed.

Jiang Wumei didn't speak.

When he turned to leave, Lingjiu said casually: "Is it possible for you to come to the Guoshi Palace and leave if you say it?"

As soon as these words fell into Jiang Wumei's ears, instead of being angry, he raised the corners of his lips, and said instinctively, "What do you want?"

(End of this chapter)