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Chapter 391 The Southern Frontier

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Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly. The saint of Hehuan Sect has always been smiling cutely, but he could feel the murderous intent from beginning to end.

The golden light in his eyes was gathering, and he was holding his breath in his chest.

When the Holy Maiden of Hehuan Sect was only one step away from him, he felt energetic in his heart, shouted angrily, and shook open the black robe and the ribbons that bound him.

Heart-breaking palm! His palm power was extremely powerful, and his two palms were slapped at the saint of Hehuan Sect, one in front and one behind.

The saint of Hehuan Sect was not surprised that Zhao Wujiang suddenly became active. She had been walking in the world for many years and could never believe in words begging for mercy.

The short blade in her hand stabbed Zhao Wujiang and slapped him. However, with a bang, the short blade broke. You can imagine how powerful Zhao Wujiang's palm power was at this moment. She raised her arm to block it, took a step back, blocking Zhao Wujiang's palm.

But Zhao Wujiang's second palm, which followed closely, slapped her plump romance.

"Puff!" The saint of Hehuan Sect groaned, and a mouthful of blood was spewed out. The indigo lotus on her eyebrows became much darker in an instant. The charm of her originally exquisite cheeks was also quickly retracted and turned into a rolling murderous intent:

"I want you to die!"

She shouted angrily, and eight ribbons shot out from her cuffs, like eight jade arms hitting Zhao Wujiang.

"Bang bang bang!" Zhao Wujiang was hit hard one after another, and his body rolled backwards. Pink dust was dispersing in the air, and the sound of bottles and jars breaking out sounded.

...

Above the forest, two men wearing sky-blue masks were stomping on the toes and watching the battle below.

"Take it?"

"No, Lord Zhao has no risk of his life."

"But... the emperor asked us to protect Lord Zhao..."

"It is normal to walk around the world, go through setbacks, and go through hardships, it's okay..."

"......yes, but the two of them seem to be in a wrong state."

"It is normal to inhale the winter medicine of Hehuan Zong into the abdomen and ignite the desire fire, it's okay..."

"......so, but why is Lord Zhao stripping his clothes?"

"It is normal to burn your body with desire and remove your clothes and dissipate heat, it's okay..."

"......... It's true that Lord Zhao was chasing the saint of Hehuan Sect, who had already entered the depths of the forest. Your and my eyes were blocked. Should you keep up?"

"The secret technique of Hehuan Sect has faded, and the saint's cultivation level is no match for Lord Zhao. It is normal to be chased, it's okay..."

"......and so, Brother Six is ​​right."

"I am your sixth brother. It's normal for me to know more, it's okay..."

“…”

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Zhao Wujiang's upper robe was already on his waist, his cheeks were red, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he was panting and chasing the saint of Hehuan Sect.

Su Huayi, the saint of Hehuan Sect, was injured in the battle just now, and accidentally broke the Hehuan Sect winter medicine in Zhao Wujiang's robe. The pink medicine powder was sprinkled in the air, and both of them were inhaled.

She ran away with a slight look of horror at this moment. The moment she inhaled the winter medicine, her secret technique disappeared and her cultivation level faded.

Moreover, the effect of the Hehuan Sect winter medicine has made many daughters of high-ranking families in the world frightened.

Although she is a saint of Hehuan Sect and has practiced the Hehuan Sect's martial arts, she has never had any relationship with other men.

She even hated the men in the world who were oblivious to their opinions. For many years, she often "seduced" men and all of them succeeded.

And she was born in a beautiful country and knew that within the Hehuan Sect, from the Holy Son Elders to the rest of the church, all coveted her. In her heart, there was no good thing for men in the world, and she hated the greedy and lustful look.

At this moment, her breathing became more and more rapid, her cheeks were flushed, and behind her was Zhao Wujiang, chasing her, so she had no time to take the antidote.

At the same time, she felt a secret worry in her heart, worried that the winter medicine would be unable to resist and would be swallowed by desire to get along with Zhao Wujiang behind her.

After a cup of tea, the two of them even went to the deep forest.

Su Huayi was finally caught up by Zhao Wujiang, and the two started another battle, and she was defeated by the strong Zhao Wujiang.

At the same time, the two of them were gradually burned by desire.

Su Huayi wanted to swallow the antidote, but was shot directly by Zhao Wujiang's silver needle. The antidote flowed on the ground and lost its effect. Zhao Wujiang also wanted to swallow his own pills to relieve the desire of the winter medicine, and was also broken by the scarf that Su Huayi raised her hand and shot out.

Neither of them allowed the other party to take the antidote, and neither of them had the strength, and the atmosphere became anxious for a moment.

"You retreat and I won't pursue the matter of killing the sage son of this sect!" Su Huayi was a little scared, and she saw Chihong in Zhao Wujiang's eyes.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes flashed. He did not allow himself to fall into a state of out of control, otherwise he would be in danger.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Okay!"

He turned and retreated.

Good opportunity! Su Huayi turned around when she saw Zhao Wujiang turning, and she lost her vigilance. She swung her sleeves and a last ribbon shot out, shooting towards the back of Zhao Wujiang's head.

"Puff!" Zhao Wujiang grabbed the ribbon, turned around and looked back, looking at the wolf, his sword eyebrows angrily, and he pulled the ribbon.

Su Huayi's body was uncontrollable and was led to Zhao Wujiang. She looked frightened and her delicate body hit Zhao Wujiang's chest. Then, she saw the red water waves under Zhao Wujiang's bronze mask, and her heart trembled.

"Thorn!"
Chapter completed!
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