Chapter 918

Even if the bones were misplaced, Sima Jingxuan still looked unchanged. He broke the bones back again.

The bone setting voice made Feiyun frown. This man is not only cruel to others, but also cruel to himself!

Sima Jing hung like nothing. He put the weapon spectrum into his arms and calmly raised his chin to Nangong Yan: "come again!"

It's not a day or two to beat him. I just want to clean him up today!

But after they finished speaking, they stood where they were and didn't move. Feiyun touched Mu Qing next to him and asked, "master, what are you doing?"

Mu Qing looked at him with disgust. At least he was a good hand in the wind guard. Why did he always look like he had never seen the world.

"Let me tell you, this is the way that experts in the Jianghu fight. It's a fight for endurance. Whoever starts first will lose."

Feiyun nodded, I see. It seems that he is still too young. There are many rules to learn.

Listen to MuQing's words, Ji Qingxue has a convulsion in the corners of his eyes. What endurance competition? Is it really necessary for two people to stand like this, with big eyes and small eyes, and fight if they fight? Where are so many broken rules!

Ji Qingxue was tucking up the trough, and make complaints about Nangong's rush to Sima's mirror as a whirlwind.

"Carefree world!"

Nangong Yan's palm condensed the magnificent internal force and attacked it with unstoppable killing intention.

Sima Jing's hanging bone was just in position, and the wound was in severe pain, but he didn't care at the moment.

He just wanted to knock down the man in front of him and grab everything he had.

"Prajna palm!"

The two people hit each other hard. To say that Nangong Yan is also the master of a bad heart. He works hard at the wound hanging by Sima Jing.

Sima Jing hung and couldn't help humming. He covered his arm and stepped back a few steps, and his face became very white. Fortunately, the moonlight was as deep as ink, but he covered it for him, so that others couldn't see it at all.

Nangong Yan looked at him slowly, and his eyes were full of ridicule and disdain.

"Nan, Gong, Yan!" Sima Jing stared at the man in front of him, as if he could rush up and tear him to pieces in the next moment.

Nangong Yan's eyes were as cool as the moonlight. He held a black iron fan in his hand, pointed to Sima's mirror and said slowly, "hand over the weapon manual and grandpa will spare your life!"

But for a moment, the killing intention was in his body. He couldn't see blood at present, otherwise he was afraid that he would lose control.

He has a special love for blood. He likes the color and smell. It can make him crazy and excited.

But he also knows that if he wants to stay with Ji Qingxue, he must control himself. He can't be the bloodthirsty monster again.

Sima Jing hung his mouth: "do you think you won like this?"

Nangong Yan's tone was flat: "no, because I've never lost in front of you."

Sima Jing clenched his fist, and the veins in his temples burst, showing his anger at the moment.

Is he showing off to himself? Show off that he got Qingxue!

Sima Jing was furious. He slowly closed his eyes and began to mobilize the real Qi in his body.

Nangong Yan played with the black iron fan in his hand. He wanted to see what flowers could this man play?

Sima Jing opened his eyes, and his eyes were shining. He drank coldly: "Wuxiang divine skill!"

A fierce momentum is approaching nangongyan. Nangongyan's expression is slightly calm and has no divine skill?

Nangong Yan pointed his feet and jumped into the big tree next to him. His feet were wrapped around the trunk, and the whole man was hanging upside down.

Sima Jing hung a cold hum and made more efforts under his hands. He even knocked down the tree with one palm.

Flying cloud tut Tut, so desperately, won't your hand hurt?

Nangong Yan had no shelter and flew straight to the ground. Sima Jingxuan seemed to be completely angered by his words just now, and his moves became more and more fierce.

While resisting his attack, Nangong Yan asked, "how can you have no divine skill?"

Wuxiang divine skill is clearly the martial arts of the Qu family. Where did he learn Sima Jingxuan?

Sima Jing hung the palm wind and attacked him fiercely: "it's none of your business!"

Nangong Yan was angry between his eyebrows and eyes. "You'd better answer my question!"

Qu jiuque is of special significance to him. Nangong Yan will never stand by and watch anything related to him.

How can Sima Jingxuan's Wuxiang magic skill have anything to do with the Qu family?

Sima Jing said with a faint smile, "are you angry? But I just won't tell you!"

You'd better be angry!

The chill in Nangong Yan's eyes deepened gradually, but Sima Jingxuan suddenly whistled, and many people suddenly appeared around them.

Sima Jing hung beside him and smiled: "I'm sorry not to accompany you today. If you want to get back the weapon spectrum, come to the inn to find me!"

Haven't you ever lost? When you come to beg me, I will enjoy your expression.

Sima Jing went away quietly. Nangong Yan wanted to chase him, but he was surrounded by people. Ji Qingxue grabbed him and said seriously, "don't chase the poor enemy. He clearly came prepared today. He deliberately wanted to lead you and me. Don't be fooled!"

Nangong Yan looked at Ji Qingxue and didn't continue to catch up after all. He was angry in his heart, so the people who left to intercept them would suffer.

"Flying clouds, wood green, kill without amnesty!"

"Yes, my subordinates!"

After that, nangongyan went out of the woods, and there was a creepy scream behind them!

You'a stood in front of them and said, "I've given you the weapon manual. You should release Ning Ning."

Nangong Yan is not in the mood to say this to him now, "get out of the way!"

"No!" you ah Si insisted, "do you want to go back? I've given you the weapon spectrum. You don't have the ability to let it fall into the hands of others. I can't blame you!"

"Enough!" Ji Qingxue looked at him coldly, as if to see through him.

"Lai Zhuo, do you really think we are fools?"

A trace of inexplicable emotion flashed in the fourth eye of You'a, "the weapon spectrum has been robbed. Does it even have to be counted on me?"

Ji Qingxue asked calmly, "you are the only one who knows the place where the weapon spectrum is buried, but looking at Sima Jingxuan, he was ready to ambush here early today. How did he know here?"

Youa Si's heart jumped suddenly, but he refused to recognize it: "what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Ji Qingxue gave him a cold look. "I just want to tell you, don't treat people as fools!"

People with clear eyes can see that you a Si must have colluded with Sima Jingxuan in advance. Of course, the purpose is to see them kill each other.

Anyway, he's going to hand over the weapon spectrum. It doesn't matter who owns it.

It's really dangerous to think about the intentions of you ah Si!