Vol 7 Chapter 477: Under the storm

Yesterday, they lived in the same yard, but they didn’t go back to sleep in the room. Instead, they were lying in the yard and watching the stars. They said that they would be happy with the joy of Ye Wuchen’s wedding. Listen to what they said in the past, and talk about the various interesting things that they encountered after they dispersed to the Tianchen mainland. He listened to Chu’s boring days before he left the north... All night, laughing. The sound has almost never stopped. Being with each of them is so comfortable, without any restraint and pressure.
The black bear’s childlike smirk and laughter were still in the heart yesterday, but they had a huge joke with them, but for half a day, it was already separated by yin and yang... killing him, he was still regarded as his best brother and partner. The cold cliff...the pain in his heart is far better than them.
Hearing the shouts of Chu Jingtian, the body of Leng Ya suddenly stagnate for a short time. In this neutral position, he was stunned by the gloomy stagnation of the "inflamed soul breaking the cloud" in the middle of the chest, which can crack the hill. A punch hit the chest of the cold cliff, but the body was not stepped back. The fire was still too late to be surprised. A counter-shock that was a little more than his attack was from his fist and the cold cliff. The part of the body came together, and with a bang, his wrists were dislocated directly, and the body was shaken out by the anti-seismic force.
But this punch also made Leng Ying wake up from the confusion of the sound just appeared, watching the body that was smashed and falling, the wind blade in his hand slowly lifted up, raised to the position with the forehead, then Slammed down...
The strongest skill of the cold cliff, a blade of life - a line of days!
Just fighting with the cold cliff, Yan Bian has always been more and more shocked, the strength of the cold cliff he had seen with his own eyes, and today he is not his cold cliff in his cognition, each with his fight In seconds, I have to endure a strange atmosphere that makes his heart uncomfortable, and the bursting feeling that his painful wind blade brings when he waves. At this moment, personally facing his "first-line sky", this really understands how terrible he was to kill the North Emperor Changzheng's stunt with the strength of the first-class level. At the moment when the wind-breaking blade was drawn, the airborne wave was like a sharp, incomparably large knife, and it was in front of him. With his ability, he smelled a breath of death. Before the death of the resistance made his mind not respond, the body had already turned all the power into the guardian force.
Hey! ! !
The defense of Yan’s soul was torn apart in an instant.
The first line of heaven
finally did not have a broken and sturdy body. The impact of the resistance caused him to fly back again, a shallow blood line from his left forehead. Straight to his right leg, at that moment, Yan Bian has already felt that his body has been cut in half.
The crisis did not end, the cold cliff's broken wind blade was lifted again, but his hand had not yet fallen, and the sound of his heart slammed into the ear:
"Sword God... Heaven is impermanent!"
The sword that was infused with the power and flashed blue light flew upward from him and stabbed his wrist. The blue light flashed the blood of the cold cliff, and the movement stopped again, but then the blood was light again. Flash, he broke the wind and waved, squatting on the sword, and Chu Jingtian, who was connected with the sword, was a white, and the scorpion in the thorn was hit by a blade, flying far away...
Chu Jingtian stared at the flying sword, and took a long gasp, shouted: "Cold cliff... you wake up, I know that you are not you now... you must not be such a person ...you wake up! What the are you doing!"
Hey! Hey! Hey!
The three arrows broke into the air and screamed at the front chest and legs of the cold cliff. The cold cliff had a right hand, and the three sounds were shot by the smashing smash. The flames of the soul that did not dare to harden were smashed by his blade at the same time. The sputum of the body bleeds and suffocates, and the heart is covered with a layer of heavier haze... The black bear is dead.
Blood killing konjac... Is this his side effect?
"Ah! I want to kill you!"
I couldn’t hear the black bears laughing at the three scorpions. All of them were furious and rushed to the cold cliffs, but suddenly, one person was in front of them. Chu Jingtian pointed at them with the sword that had just recovered his hand, calmed his face and shouted with a firm voice: "No, come over... no one will come over! Give him to me alone!"
"You give me away!"
"Give him to me!!!!"
A burst of thunder like a big man suddenly got there. The impression of Chu Jingtian is a kind, easy-going, with a little silly person, never seen him such a side, such a look, has never heard of his voice. Looking at his painful face, he suddenly thought that the most painful thing was not them, but he... because his brother killed his friend!
"Give it to him... Now the cold cliff is obviously fascinated by the mind. Maybe he can wake him up." Yan Shuo gasped and gasped, the reaction of the cold cliff to the sound of Chu Jingtian, he looked at the eyes in.
They finally stepped back and stood by the black bear and looked at the cold cliff with complex resentment.


On the other hand, Long Huanger just left Ye Family.
Ye Wuchen quietly and silently came to the room where Hua Shui was soft. Hua Shui was lying sideways on the wedding bed, his face was slightly smiling, his face was still with the traces of the rain dew last night, and the smear of her Laughing with a charming smile. Ye Wuchen felt soft in his heart and gently sat down to the bed. At this time, the flower was soft but his eyes opened, half was shy, and half was obsessed with watching him.
"How can I not sleep more?" Ye Wuchen believes that she should not wake her up without making a sound. She opened her eyes at this moment, clearly that she has never slept.
"Changed the bed... So I woke up very early." Hua Shui was very honest and answered him. She woke up earlier than Long Huang. From the beginning of her note, she has been sleeping in the bed of her room, never changed. Last night, she was sleeping in another place for the first time. On another bed, the cute habit of recognizing the bed was also exposed.
"I will get used to it slowly. After my little softness, I will sleep forever with your husband." Ye Wuchen said with a smile.
"Well..." Huashui replied with a low head and did not dare to look at his eyes. Unconsciously, she kept pulling the quilt that covered her chest and slipped a little half. The chest was half exposed. She was taken off last night. At this time, she was surrounded by a close-fitting coat, but she was too shy. Before the arrival of Wuchen, I secretly put on my quilt in the quilt.
Her chest was much fuller than the leaves when she met her. The two groups of cotton milk that seemed to be released were bulging under the close-fitting coat. Ye Wuchen's heart was swaying, and her hand reached into the quilt and pressed it on her chest. A soft bouquet was held in her hand and gently smashed. The flowers are soft and soft, although this is their new house, only she and Ye Wuchen are two people, but they are ashamed of her pretty beauty, such as powdered fat. She couldn't bear to reject him. She only shy and screamed: "Father, don't...now...it's dawn, it's going to be heard by people outside."
"Reassured, no one can hear it." Ye Wuchen softly comforted, grabbed the delicate and delicate squat of the flower, and kissed the past. Huashui softly bites his lips, and a pair of otters look at him with affection, his delicate face is red, and his shame bears the thinness of Ye Wuchen. Her shame stems from her natural nature. Even if she is already intimate with Ye Wuchen, she still can't wipe it off, but her fairy face is matched with the natural shyness. The combination is enough to make any man boil, but yet Forbearing to be crazy, I just want to be as gentle as she is.
However, she waited for a long time, but did not wait until Ye Wuchen kissed her lips. The hand that licked her chest buds stopped moving. She secretly opened her eyes and found his brows. Looks a little dull.
Holding the soft shoulders of the flowers, she lay down on the bed and helped her pull the quilt. Ye Wuchen said softly in her ear: "Wait for me, I will go out for a while."
"Ok……"
A kiss on her forehead, Ye Wuchen left the room. At the moment he turned around, his face sank and a dignity condensed between the brows.
Stepping out of the room, the sky is close to the big bright, in the courtyard, a touch of petite and exquisite figure is watching the direction of the palace silently, seeing Ye Wuchen out, her eyes flashed a little, said: "Magic!"
"Well, I feel it." Ye Wuchen nodded. At this time, it was just the cold cliffs that opened the blood, and the moment when the devil laughed on the head.
Yan Tianwei fell from the sky and fell to Ye Wuchen, hurriedly said: "Master, it is the black shadow, the shadow of the devil I mentioned with you last time, if it is true as the owner said it is cold cliff The power of generation, that... is it that there are terrible enemies encountered there."
"Old man, you look at it." Ye Wuchen finished, rising into the sky and flying towards the palace. Xiaomo did not hesitate to follow. Ye Wuchen felt it, and waited for a little foam to catch up, then quickly took her body away.
Yan Tianwei’s brow violently beat a few times, and he felt inexplicably uneasy.


"Cold cliff... ice face! I know, this is not your fault... You are just being confused by something, not your fault... If you can understand me, wake up soon. Chu Jingtian was taut, his teeth trembled and shouted loudly.
The eyes struggled in the flickering, and the cold cliff shook his head. Suddenly, the violent bang rushed toward Chu, and the black gas-wrapped body pulled a long black shadow.
"Sword God - Flying Dragon Rage!!"
The sword swayed and flew away, and the front of the rotating air wave hit the cold cliff. The cold cliff was still a wave of the hand, and no one dared to face the sword of the mang, and sprinted to the front of Chu Jingtian. , a blade of thigh chest...
Without splashing blood, the green blade tip stopped at the position close to his chest. The cold cliff's gaze was flashing, his hand was shaking, and the broken wind blade swayed, but he could no longer advance one point. The heart of the eclipsed three-scorpion and other people almost jumped out of the body. Seeing that this situation was finally a little safe, a stunned sputum that was almost shot by a gas arrow also took a long sigh of relief.
He also recognized that Chu was shocked and rational, and he was not completely lost. At this moment, they are even less able to get close, let Chu Jingtian go slowly, and their appearance may actually make him run away again.
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