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Part 4: Heng Jian Xue Facing the Wind Chapter 438: When Feng Xue takes action, it is impossible not to die

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    The wine warehouse was empty except for a table and three chairs near the door. A dim oil lamp was lit on the table, barely illuminating the narrow space centered on the table. The rest of the vast space gradually disappeared into the darkness, and the air was even darker.  The lingering aroma of moist and mixed wine smells deep and mysterious.  Especially when two men, one woman and three faces gather around the table to talk mysteriously, it makes people feel that there is an ulterior secret hidden in it.  Suddenly, a violent storm suddenly arose, and the strong wind that suddenly broke through the warehouse violently ripped through the remaining walls, making people's ears scream like a banshee's scream, and penetrated directly into the brain along the back and spine.  It stirs the brain, like an avalanche of endless snowy mountains.  And the moist aroma of wine in the air suddenly became indescribably cold, like a cold spring gushing wildly. Together with the magic sound filling the brain, it chilled people to the core and stiffened the bones.  "Two men and one woman changed their minds at the same time.  Among them, Anlong reacted the fastest, with his fat hands clasped together like lotus flowers.  The three lotus energies are released in a series. The strangest thing is that the first one is slow and the second one is quick. The lotus energy is hot and fierce, and it is as if it is condensed and refined from hot molten iron in the air. It is the supreme demon of Tianlian Sect.  Skill "Tianxin Lotus Ring".  The most cruel thing was that he kicked Rong Jiaojiao's pink back at the same time as he made the move, but he used the force to sweep back. As soon as he touched the ground, he took strange steps, and his whole plump body seemed to be whipped.  The spinning top spun away at an unimaginable speed and an arc that was almost contrary to common sense.  You must know that the two of them had just been hooking up together, but now something has changed. An Long actually used Rong Jiaojiao as his backer without hesitation. This shows that the selfishness of the people in the Demon Sect has reached an outrageous level.  degree.  There was despair in Rong Jiaojiao's beautiful eyes, but she was not surprised at all. If her martial arts were much higher than An Long's, she would have done this without hesitation.  She was instantly engulfed by the raging energy and the almost invisible scream. Her slender figure was like a torn sack in the storm, being tossed around wildly and involuntarily.  The last middle-aged man seemed to have the lowest martial arts skills, so he was the slowest to recover. With full of horror, he lowered his head and ducked under the table.  It turns out that there is an iron flip cover under the table that is similar in shape to the bluestone floor. Once the flip cover is opened, a dark tunnel entrance is revealed.  But before the middle-aged man could put his head in, the flap made a deafening metallic sound, rubbed against the tip of his nose, and disappeared in an instant.  Like a siege crossbow arrow shot with great force, it immediately struck deeply into the wall of the back door The sound of the iron cover being inserted into the wall was sharp enough to make one's legs weak.  An Long's figure, which was spinning and retreating like a spinning top, suddenly came to an abrupt stop, and his whole body was stunned with fear.  The sudden iron cover just broke the bridge of his nose, and most of his nose was turned into pulp, causing his face to be dripping with blood. His two thick lips were trembling, and his narrow eyes were full of blood.  The light of fear.  Anlong has never been so glad that he was not fast enough, otherwise if he had escaped even an inch more, it would have been his fat, flat head that was beaten to a pulp.  Feng Xue's clear and sweet yet endlessly chilling voice came from behind: "I ask a question, and the three of you answer a question. If you tell a lie, or if I think you tell a lie, I will kill one person. Do you understand?"  ?¡± Although her tone was extremely domineering, she showed such amazing skills and evil intentions that An Long could guess who it was. Of course, it was Fenghou Fengxue who could defeat the great master of Goryeo without falling behind.  He turned around with a bang, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. The wound on his nose made his ugly appearance look more like a pig's face with a smashed nose. He laughed dryly and said: "Fenghou, feel free to ask questions, An Longding will tell you everything."  . ¡± There was a thrilling ¡°click¡± sound, and the neck of the middle-aged man who was about to escape through the tunnel was suddenly twisted in a full circle.  Feng Xue said lightly: "I'm just asking, do you understand?" The moonlight shining in from the remaining wall reflected her beauty, and she was spotless and white, as if she had never done anything, and it completely covered up the cold fragrance of wine.  The smell of blood.  Rong Jiaojiao, who was paralyzed on the ground and did not dare to get up, suddenly tightened her neck, while Anlong, who was still standing, had his legs trembling and almost sat on the ground, shouting in unison: "I understand, I understand" Feng Xueyi  Pointing to the dead-looking middle-aged man beside the tunnel, he asked, "Who is this person?" Seeing that she actually killed someone first and then asked about her identity, obviously not caring who she killed, the two of them were so frightened that their courage almost burst.  He shouted: "Yang Wenqian. He is Yang Wenqian." Feng Xue sneered: "He really got an advantage." Hearing this, Anlong and Rong Jiaojiao both shuddered violently.  Feng Xue continued to ask: "Where is Yang Xuyan?" Now neither of them responded immediately.After saying this, she raised her jade arms.  An Long shouted anxiously: "Yang Wenqian knows." Rong Jiaojiao called out: "We are waiting for him." "Really?" Hearing the different answers, a smile suddenly appeared on Fengxueruhua's pretty face. In fact,  It looked very bright and sweet, but it made the two of them tremble with fear.  Anlong said hurriedly: "Yang Wenqian does know, and we are indeed waiting for him to come." Rong Jiaojiao just nodded desperately.  Feng Xue said leisurely: "Tell Yang Xuyan, no matter what he wants to do, stop immediately and don't let me come to him again." Although her tone was plain, it carried a supreme magical power that made people irresistible and even more continuous.  I dare not look up.  Anlong lowered his head tightly, letting his nose bleed endlessly, but he didn't even dare to wipe it, and said in an embarrassed and trembling voice: "Yes, yes" Rong Jiaojiao was lying on the ground, nodding with tears.  The trembling appearance of its delicate body is like a helpless flower that has been beaten by wind and rain.  The cold moonlight shining into the wine warehouse suddenly dimmed and brightened, and the cold aroma of wine in the air seemed to suddenly become moist again, and the mixed smell of blood gradually emerged.  The two of them didn't even dare to move. After a long time, they looked at each other with sad expressions, and then looked at Yang Wenqian's wide, bloodshot eyes, which were wailing under the moonlight like a blood moon. For a moment, it felt like they were in another world.   Feng Xue's face was red, and she huddled in Feng Xiaoxiao's arms with a little shyness and told her story softly. She didn't have the strong demeanor of Thunderbolt before, let alone the cold and arrogant temperament that seemed to ooze from her bones. Instead, she looked especially like a little bird.  people.  Feng Xiaoxiao nodded with satisfaction, and from time to time gave her a sip on her pretty face as a reward.  However, Feng Xue still said with some worry in the end: "I am not familiar with Yang Xuyan's personality, but from what you said about his behavior, he seems to be the kind of bold and selfish person. This threat may  It may be useful to An Long, but it may not be able to scare Yang Xuyan. After all, he has a **** and even Bi Xuan to rely on. " Feng Xiaoxiao said lightly: "It may not be possible, but it will definitely not scare him, but you can kill him.  Yang Wenqian killed well, and the result was unexpectedly perfect. Without Yang Wenqian's assistance, Yang Xuyan would have no power to mobilize in Chang'an City, at least for the time being. " Feng Xue lowered his head slightly and pressed his face against Feng Xiaoxiao's.  In the hollow of his neck, he whispered with some confusion: "If the master had not ordered him not to touch him, Xue'er should have waited for him to come and kill him just now." A sneer appeared at the corner of Feng Xiaoxiao's mouth, and said: "No, no, no, Yang  Xu Yan, I will leave it to Shi Zhixuan. This kid¡¯s identity and character can naturally become a bond for Shi Zhixuan. Although I believe that Shi Zhixuan may be frustrated, it is always right to keep more trump cards in his hand." (Not finished yet.  (continued)
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