There is a resentment in my heart, and I become a demon 1

Jiuyin smiled after hearing the words, slowly raised her head, looking away: "Be of good cheer!"

Ye Feng's heart trembled as a result of this gaze, a little resentful at not being able to control her mouth. What if he irritated her? He couldn't hit her again!

Seeing Ye Feng's panic, Jiuyin didn't speak much.

This is strength. If you pretend to be unarmed from the start and converge your advantage from the start, you will definitely be held back by strength and weakness!

Nan Yuechen will not be courteous to a person who only knows medical skills, and Ye Feng will not be courteous to someone who cannot even beat himself!

The result of showing weakness is never being safe and sound, but rather getting an inch.

"You were born so arrogant, why do you have to duck to survive?"

There seemed to be another prominent sentence flashing in his mind, Jiuyin straightened, his calm, teary eyes fixed on the brutal, bloodthirsty figure.

In a pair of eyes filled with expectation and resentment, the bright moonlight illuminates his slender figure, her hair is slightly raised, and the cold smile at the corner of her mouth is noble as a goddess.

A bright light pierced everyone's pupils.

In the blink of an eye, he had already reached a few steps from Nan Yuechen, his figure as swift from him as a shadow.

This ... this is amazing!

Heiyiwei was stunned by this speed, and his dull faces were filled with astonishment: his abilities against the sky.

"Those who stand in the way of this king deserve to die!" Nan Yuechen was thirsty for blood in his eyes, his lips lifted and he waved his palms to reach Jiuyin's heart.

My God, dying, dying!

Heiyiwei stared at this scene, although they were admired by Jiuyin's speed, when Nan Yuechen killed her, they were silent for her in her hearts.

Nan Yuechen's strength, everyone was playing together, with compassionate gazes from all directions, they couldn't bear to look directly at Jiuyin.

He's really looking for death, and I can't help but appreciate my life if I'm that ugly!

At this moment a shocking scene appeared.

Looking at a palm filled with killing intent, Jiuyin not only did not avoid it, but rushed forward with a key step, and countless dust rose up where the two afterimages met.

He grabbed Nan Yuechen's wrist with his bare hands, and all the power gathered in his palm was dissolved by those thin hands.

Taking advantage of Nan Yuechen's dismay, Jiuyin slid his index and middle finger along the meridians of her wrist.

No one realized that the moment the Jiuyin was in the veins of his fingertips, a flash of shock passed through his eyes and he was lost in an instant!

Ye Feng was stunned!

Including the black guards lying on the ground ... they all appeared to have taken 10,000 critical hits.

Who told you that this is not true ... The supreme master in your hearts could be subdued by a woman?

Nan Yuechen's eyes were cold, and she looked at the woman in front of him that she knew nothing about life and death, she struggled to escape from the prison with her backhand and shook him again.

This scene seems to have a lot of hands, but it only happened in the blink of an eye.

This time, Jiuyin did not connect it again and got the answer in his heart. He backed away a few meters, constantly avoiding Nan Yuechen's vigor.

The two sides are on par with each other.

Above the ruins.

The moonlight illuminates the red chiffon mole on her forehead. She is standing with one hand, and the red headband cannot tie her messy and broken hair. Her cold and tall aura makes his eyes ache.

She is even more dazzling than Mingzhu.

Jiuyin raised his eyes, a strange smile on his face, just as Nan Yuechen was about to start with her hands, his lips slowly began:

"Nan Yuechen, does your heart still ache?"

"On the night of the full moon, being pierced in the heart by that person without mercy, does the feeling of being eaten by ten thousand ants hurt?".