The name of the sword is Feiyan, and it is unparalleled in speed. He slashed back with the sword, but it missed. The coldness penetrated from the back of his neck to his bones. Dong Qianli felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, unable to move. Ding Qiping's head and feet were hanging in the air like an upside-down bat, with a sinister sneer at the corner of his mouth. One hand slowly slid down her back, and his middle finger traced the Dazhui, Tao Dao, body pillar, Shinto, Lingtai, and Zhiyang. Touching all the way, his fingertips suddenly trembled, and a burst of heat rushed into his palm. Dong Qianli yelled angrily, and the Feiyan Sword stabbed his throat quickly like a divine aid.
Dong Qianli has three yin-deficient meridians and was originally unable to survive the age of eighteen. Fortunately, thanks to Chu Ge's guidance, he refined a Yang Aperture Pearl and hid it in the Zhiyang Acupoint, so he was able to survive to this day. Ding Qiping used a strange The cold air restrained her acupuncture points, but she was unprepared and was rushed by the yang energy, losing the first move.
The sword light was like a pool of autumn water, and it arrived in an instant. The skin on Ding Qiping's throat was attacked by the sword energy, and dense goose bumps broke out. He suddenly turned his head, as if he had no bones, twisted his head and neck to the side, and the sword edge rubbed his Adam's apple. It flew up into the sky and opened a deep blood mark, which then closed up as before. Just after flying several feet high, the Feiyan Sword trembled slightly, and the bright blade was corroded by a wisp of black energy. It lost control and fell straight to the ground.
Dong Qianli fought for a small gap and hurriedly offered up the Seven Sons Soul-Calling Flag, without bothering to recite the incantation. He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out blood. The Seven Sons Soul-Calling Flag swayed in the wind, and countless ghosts swarmed out. Ding Qiping stretched out his hand and made a move. The Feiyan Sword fell into his palm, and he chopped it off with his hand. There was a "stab" sound, and the soul-calling flag was extinguished. The ghost lost its roots and ran around in panic, but could not escape within a radius of ten feet. , Ding Qiping's eyes flashed, he opened his mouth and inhaled, his chest and abdomen bulged high, lasting for dozens of breaths, he sucked all the ghosts into his body, smacked his lips and tasted the taste, he seemed not very satisfied.
There was such a big commotion, but no one noticed it in Erxiang Hall and Tingxuelu. It was deathly silent everywhere. Dong Qianli shuddered, gritted his silver teeth, stretched out his hand and patted his chest, and a round Yangqiao bead came from his back. / Flying out, hanging steadily above the head, Yang Qi spurted thinly, and the light rippled like water waves, but was blocked by an invisible barrier. She subconsciously looked down and was startled. She saw black air under her feet, coming and going, condensing into countless magic patterns, trapping her like a cage.
Ding Qiping grinned and smiled silently. He twisted his body and swam forward as if he had no bones. Dong Qianli's heart was like a mirror. Her half-baked sword skills were not enough to defeat the enemy. With a slight scolding, the yang orifice suddenly swelled in size, red as fire, and crashed into Ding Qiping like lightning.
Ding Qiping was suspended in the air, refusing to evade, pursing his lips and blowing lightly, the ghost rushed out, was forced by the yang energy, and disappeared in an instant. However, there was an endless stream of ghosts rushing forward one after another. The light of the jewel in the Yang Aperture gradually dimmed. Ding Qiping stretched out his hand and picked it up easily. With a roll of demonic energy, he took it for himself. He threw it into his mouth and swallowed it. Go to the belly.
Dong Qianli's hands and feet were cold. She had tried her best, but it was like a child's struggle. She couldn't even lift half of the wave. She clenched her hands and dug her nails deeply into her palms. Just as she was about to fight to the death, Ding Qiping appeared and pressed the button again. On the back of her neck, the chill engulfed her instantly. This time, there was no Yang Qiao Pearl to help her escape, and Dong Qianli fell into the darkness of despair.
Ding Qiping threw himself on her back, pushed her to the ground, tore her robe to pieces, caressed her smooth back and the small of her back, obeying his youthful impulses and inner desires, doing whatever he wanted. For the devil, the pleasures of the physical body are purely useless, and it is difficult for Taoist disciples to bring the pleasure of conquest. After venting his anger several times, Dong Qianli drained all his energy and turned into a withered mummy. When you are young, you are proud and proud, but it turns into nothing in the blink of an eye. There is no crueler fate than this.
Ding Qiping stood up and took the magic patterns scattered on the ground into his body like spiritual snakes. He turned his gaze to the dark Tingxuelu, where only two lonely ghosts, Chu Ge and Guiyun, were left, unaware and at a loss. ignorance. The essence of essence flows in the body. Dong Qianli is worthy of being Chu Ge's beloved disciple. He is full of essence of essence, which is far beyond the reach of those disciples of the younger generation. He is distracted by two things. While urging the magic power to refine the essence of essence, Dong Qianli walks towards Tingxuelu. OK.
Ding Qiping arrived in front of Tingxue Lu without any sound or movement.
It was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers. Hearing that the snow house was submerged in deathly silence, Ding Qiping suddenly stopped his steps, his eyebrows were tangled together, his pupils were entangled with magic lines, and he clenched the Feiyan Sword with his five fingers, feeling a little hesitant in his heart.
Listening to the snowy hut, a little light lit up, like a firefly in the dark night, weak and warm. After a while, Guiyun supported Chu Ge and walked slowly. Ding Qiping thought several times, no longer covering his whereabouts, and suddenly jumped up , flew up from the ground, roared and pounced on the two of them.
Chu Ge flicked his finger, and a wisp of electricity shot out of the sword wire. It was as red as blood and as powerful as a swimming dragon. Ding Qiping showed no fear. He clamped his index finger and middle finger and clamped the sword wire firmly, but his body was stagnated. , suspended in the air. The sword thread rolled back and wrapped tightly around his two fingers, reaching as deep as the bones. Ding Qiping said "Huh" and looked intently, only to see that the sword thread was entangled with demonic energy and gradually turned into a drop of blood, which contained There is a hint of Chilong's breath, which is disgusting.
He disliked that smell very much.
Chu Ge hunched his back, coughed a few times, and gasped: "Li Daitao is stiff, cunning rabbit has three holes, and you finally hid it..."
Ding Qiping fluttered to the ground, and with a glance, he found that the white snake spirit Xiaobai, the poisonous Rakshasa girl with brocade patterns, and the evil-fighting sword spirit Tianlu all appeared, surrounding him from a distance. He pointed at Chu Ge and said with a smile: "What did you do to Dong Qianli?"
Chu Ge sighed. He cared deeply for this precious disciple. He took a drop of her heart essence and blood to make a life tablet and kept it close to his body. If the tablet is with the person, the person will die if the tablet is broken. This matter is extremely secret, not to mention Guiyun. Even Dong Qianli himself was kept in the dark. How could Ding Qiping know the twists and turns? He was noticed as soon as he made a move.
Although Chu Ge was too old to look like, he said that even a broken ship still has three pounds of iron. He secretly released the flying sword and summoned the Erxiang Palace. He was noticed by Tianlu, and then Xiaobai and Luosha Nu were both taken action to trap Ding Qiping. .
"Did you kill her?"
Ding Qiping laughed loudly. He was trapped in a tight siege and had no hope of escaping. He simply made it clear, "It's not just a loss of life. You, the disciple, are so bold that you covet the master's forbidden love. You have been thinking about it for many years. Now that I have taken his He can get what he wants by inhabiting his body. Do you think this is the beauty of adulthood? Hehe, hehehe..."
The last trace of luck in his heart had failed. Chu Ge felt sad and immediately became angry. He had not been so angry for many years. Coveting, forbidden love, getting what you want, these words pierced his heart like a knife. He had to admit that what Ding Qiping said was not wrong. When he first met Dong Qianli, she was still a thin and frail little girl with a dirty face, but her expression and behavior were three-thirds similar to Lu Wei. In his heart, Lu Wei is irreplaceable. If he were not too old and weak, Dong Qianli would be his concubine, not his apprentice.
