Chapter 1915

The night clear falls, tightens the fine eyebrow, eats the pain to stabilize the body shape.

She looked sideways at the wound on her shoulder.

A long and thin bloodstain, extremely obvious.

It is worthy of being the treasure of zhenpai.

The power of Jingguang sword is too strong.

Night Qingluo's injury makes Jing Yanyan look on her face and shows her arrogance.

Sure enough, she was right.

The speed of night clearing and falling is fast, but as long as the Dodge habit of night clearing and falling is clear.

She can easily subdue the night!

Jing Yanyan's self-confidence soared in her heart.

With her five fingers close to the Jingguang sword, she once again cleaves the wind and waves towards the face of the night, and directly cuts it down.

At night, she pursed her pink lips, and her expression on the ground of her eyes also showed a trace of interesting deep meaning.

"The night is clear, die!" Jing Yanyan cuts down her sword and spitefully enunciates.

Night clear fall, lips slightly raised, body suddenly turned over and up.

Like the fire general long skirt, lightly rises.

In the hand of the fan, Xuanli burst out.

The enchanting red awn is set off like a fire skirt.

More set off by the night, that Qingcheng unique face, like a blooming night rose, exudes the charm of enchanting people.

Jing Yanyan's cold eyes darken.

"The trick of beauty is useless to me!"

She sneered, disdaining the night to fall on this crucial point, but also in vain attempt to use the beauty trick.

She's a woman, not a man.

For the face of the night clear that sends out the fatal temptation.

She's not going to be half pitiful.

"Beauty trick? Don't be disgusted with me. I can't be a beauty in your face. " Night Qingluo Yan Ran smile, pink lips raised a strange arc.

The next moment, night clear off the hands of a fan flip.

A red ribbon shot out of her cuff.

The red ribbon, like a burning dragon.

At the same time, the night is clear and falling, and the flame swallowing fan is unfolded, and the mysterious Qi bursts out.

Hurricane autophagy flame fan released, instantly split the sword of Jing Yanyan, will Jing Yanyan wrapped in them.

"A little bit of work!"

Jing Yanyan Jiao rebukes a, cold eyes swept over the oncoming hurricane and red silk.

She moved her long sword, and her movements were fierce and unstoppable.

The five layers of silk were split on the body for a moment.

Red silk rags, scattered in the sky.

Jing Yanyan was proud and proud, and her face was full of contentment: "the night is clear, and you want to fight with my leader? It's beyond your capacity

Voice just fell, Jing Yanyan spine suddenly a cold.

The ear side, the close distance flutters a sweet voice: "is it? Leader Shijing, it's a pity I've learned how to hit the West with your voice. "

Jing Yanyan looks a Lin, with the fastest speed to avoid the attack range of night Qingluo.

She was astonished at the reaction ability of night clearing and the amazing speed of night clearing.

I have to admit it.

The talent of night clearing is much stronger than that of night clearness, which she thinks is genius!

At the beginning, how did she fall in love with the waste of night qingshallow.

Instead of real genius?

However, Jing Yanyan has no chance to regret.

In any case, she is the direct disciple of Shijing sect, and can't be bullied by outsiders.

"Hiss" a tearing sound of cloth.

The material of Jing Yanyan's shoulder is cut off.

Startled, she quickly raised Jingguang sword and fought back to her shoulder.

"Qiang Qiang --"

Jingguang sword splits horizontally on the air and bursts out a strong dark light.

Jing Yanyan discovered that it was the silver in the Yan fan that tore her clothes.

The silver silk is like a slender snake. It is soft and weak. It twines with the scene light sword.

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