Chapter 69: Qingyang Sect cannot tolerate this great god!

be good!
This word made Zhao Yumeng's eyes trembled.
Women such as Zhao Yumeng are used to being alone. They always keep a certain distance when getting along with others. Even if they have worshipped Tushanzong since they were young, they have a dull relationship with people in the same school. Even if she knew that Chu Jingyue might die in Chen Xinglie's hands, she just said a few words to let Chen Xinglie open the net and ignored Chu Jingyue's life and death.
no friend!
Zhao Yumeng has always been lonely, lonely, arrogant, and long-standing. He is not like ordinary girls at all. He likes to hold the hands of his girlfriends and sisters and make an intimate look.
She didn't even hold her sister's hand.
Until now, Chen Xinglie touched his shoulder and said "good"...
How can Zhao Yumeng adapt to this?
Goose bumps all over!
The colder and self-cleaning person, the lower the sensitivity threshold for physical contact and the greater the response.
Conversely, the more unrestrained people, the higher the threshold. For example, the young masters and young ladies in the brothel, they don't feel anything at all when they tap their shoulders. Even if they touch them, they won't cause much disturbance in their hearts.
Zhao Yumeng is different.
...
"Ok."
Zhao Yumeng nodded in dismay, Lianbu moved lightly, standing beside Chen Xinglie, the martial arts aura that had been climbing on his body suddenly stagnated at this moment, as if he had forgotten what he was planning to do.
Chen Xinglie couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
In my memory, when I was in close contact with Zhao Yumeng for the first time, I was directly kicked on the thigh by this woman and flew out twenty or thirty meters...
At that time, it seemed that it was a stalker, and by licking the dog, he tried his best to catch up with the Yumeng fairy of Tushan School.
Although he didn't lick to the end, he finally got what he wanted and got Zhao Yumeng's sincerity.
But the whole process is far more pleasant than it is now.
the man……
There should be a man's domineering and gentleness, how can he blindly lick a dog, if he is strong, he must be strong, if he is considerate, he must be considerate!
Chen Xinglie was deeply moved.
"Long Airmaster, do you have the courage to fight this seat?"
Chen Xinglie stopped Chang Kong Wuji, who was about to turn around and leave, and put his right hand into his sleeve, and asked proudly, "Is the commander of the dignified beacon army a cowardly rat? No wonder the Frost City battle was defeated in Northern Xinjiang. And return. Sure enough, one will be incompetent and kill the three armies!"
Cang...
The big sword slowly came out of its sleeves.
The appearance of this sword is much stalwart in appearance compared to the personal saber of ordinary martial arts.
Look at this sword, it's long and big...
Chen Xinglie raised the big sword aloft, posed the start-up style of Void Condensation Sword Art, the blade pointed to the top of his head, the sword intent was biting, and it rose into the sky.
hiss!
The roof of Feiyun Tower uttered a fierce sound like cracking silk, and a huge hole was disintegrated by the impact of the sword.
The stars and moonlight shed from the cave and shone on Chen Xinglie.
At this moment, it was as if the thousands of stars in the entire night sky were betting on Chen Xinglie's body.
The start of Void Condensation Sword Art was shocked.
Zhen Yingxiong and Zhen Haojie scrambled from the ground and ran away, standing behind Chen Xinglie fearfully, for fear of being affected by Jian Feng Yuwei, and being killed by Chen Xinglie. After all, when Chen Xinglie killed Guang Zhengping, Jian Guang was wantonly in the courtyard. Sweeping, the palace, terraces and courtyard trees were cut to pieces.
Cao Bi suddenly remembered the things that Chen Xinglie had done in Qingyun City these days: a sword to open the sky, a sword to kill Yu Chongluo and escape, even a master like Zhao Yumeng, in front of Chen Xinglie. The second sword...
"Chen Xinglie! Have something to say!"
Cao Bi was shocked and shouted: "Why bother?"
"Ah!"
Chen Xinglie smiled coldly, his eyes were like stars, and his pupils were pitch black like an abyss, and he said lightly: "The chief sect is noisy again, this seat will stay in the Qingyang sect and won't leave!"
Cao Bi's eyes were stiff: "This..."
If you really don't leave, it's a good deal!
There is such a evil star in the Qingyang Sect. In the future, Cao Bi, the suzerain, is afraid that he will become the nominal suzerain, without any real power. Everything depends on Chen Xinglie's wink.
With this Chen Xinglie's ability to cause trouble, Qingyang Sect is afraid that there will be no peace!
This is simply an ancestor!
Qingyang Zongmiao is small, how can it withstand the toss of Chen Xinglie?
Qingyang Sect cannot tolerate this great god!
Cao Bi was unwilling to continue persuading him. He only gave Chang Kong Wuji an expression of "this sect master has done his best", and said with a sound transmission secret technique: "Chang Kongqiang master, this sect master has said everything that should be said. The army chief felt that , You are far superior to Tu Shanzong Zhao Yumeng, then you will have a showdown with Chen Xinglie. After all, Zhao Yumeng has only a chance to cut a sword in front of Chen Xinglie..."
Chang Kong Wuji's eyes flickered, a bit like turning around and fleeing.
However, as the commander of the Xifeng Army, as a general commanding an army of 100,000, Chang Kong Wuji has his own dignity.
Earlier, Chen Xinglie only said that he would borrow his head for use, and he would leave when he left. But now Chen Xinglie even said the phrase "a general incompetent killed the three armies." How could Chang Kong Wuji turn around and leave regardless?
At this time, if you flee without a fight, if this matter spreads out, your military will be shaken.
When people's hearts are scattered, how can the team lead?
How can you rebel with your subordinates?
How do you plan to usurp the throne?
Chang Kong Wuji was a little tangled, a feeling of riding a tiger, spreading in his heart, unable to retreat, and seemed to be unable to fight.
What should I do?
Chang Kong Wuji had to bite the bullet, raised the halberd, and said sternly: "My nephew, this army master Nian has tolerated you repeatedly only because of his relationship with Brother Jiuyuan in the past. If you don't know how to advance or retreat, you will be stubborn. , Don't blame this army master for disregarding his past affection!"
Chen Xinglie shook his head, with a hint of sneer in his tone, and said: "If the military master is really thinking about the past love, why not slay himself with a cross sword and offer the head with his own hands?"
This is nothing to talk about.
Chang Kong Wuji turned the halberd in his hand and roared: "That army master will come to teach the wise nephew!"
The war is imminent.
There was a moment of silence around.
Everyone was staring at Chen Xinglie and Chang Kong Wuji, except that Zhao Yumeng and Shi Feiyu were different. The two stared at the big sword in Chen Xinglie's hand, feeling the pure sword intent of the Void Condensed Sword Art, with thoughtful eyes.
"What kind of sword art is this?" Zhao Yumeng's eyes trembled.
Shi Feiyu faintly leaked a trace of sword energy in his palm, and thought to himself: "My heavens are divided into the disillusionment of the sword scripture, I don't know how long it will take to cultivate before I can look down on the world like Xinglie..."
Zheng!
Jianming suddenly started.
Chen Xinglie's hand slashed the big sword violently, the sword's edge pointed straight at Longkong Wuji, and shot out a sharp sharp edge of sword energy, dazzling, as if the infinite stars in the void above his head, all merged into Chen Xinglie's palm before it condensed This sword...