Waiting for you online - - - Chapter 215

Chapter 215

Xie Bi An retreated from the center of the courtyard. Two yellow talismans flew towards the Liu couple. When the demon subduction talismans were close to their bodies, the evil spirits in their bodies immediately fled in disarray, and the couple fainted. A stream of Yin energy kept flowing into the courtyard. In Fengdu, there is no shortage of ghosts. Although Fan Wu She’s homemade soul token is far less powerful than the Heavenly Secret Talisman, when there are a large number of ghosts nearby, it is almost like scattering beans into soldiers. That group of snow demons in Cloth City back then, who died a thousand years ago, were still summoned by Fan Wu She for his own use. The Junlan Sword in Xie Bi An’s hand is flashing with harsh, silver light The spiritual pressure was released with the sword, sweeping away the incoming Yin energy. His sword whirls like the wind, and his power is majestic. His white clothes were soughing, so white and clean that people dare not speak blaspheme. The lonely and wild ghosts manipulated by Fan Wu She couldn’t even come close for a while. Fan Wu She’s eyes couldn’t stop pursuing that white wisp. The more he looked at it, the more he was steaming with desire. He concealed his strength to bid his time. He concealed and endured silently for all these years only to seize this person back in a fair and square manner. “Fan Wu She! If you have the guts, fight we with your sword. Don’t play these dirty hicks!”Xie Bi An shouted.

“Whether I use my sword or not, you will still lose.” Fan Wu She played with the black jade soul token in his hand. He sneered, “I gave you the opportunity to fight me with your sword that year, and you lost You didn’t forget, did you?” The surrounding Yin energy became even more concentrated. The July heat actually made people feel so cold that their hairs were standing up. “That year is that year.” Xie Bi An drew a talisman in the air with one hand. His jade white forgers skirted in front of his eyes. One talisman became many, and they dispersed into all directions with his body as the center. The spiritual energy and the swarming Yin energy fiercely collided. Xie Si An “heard” the ghost’s cry. “Hehe, you naturally will not forget When you were defeated under my sword, I dragged you to the throne, and fulfilled my long-cherished wish for many years.” Fan Wu She “tsk” twice, “That one time, even after a hundred years, is still memorable.” Xie Bi An’s expression changed. He wielded a ruthless sword strike straight at Fan Wu She. Before the sword arrived, the spiritual pressure had turned into an invisible blade licking at Fan Wu She’s throat. This sword’s starting style is the Clingfeng sword technique. It’s natural, graceful, and not rushing to the vitals. There is some casualness of not rushing to kill the enemy, but when he got closer, the sword path changed dramatically in a flash, turning into the aggressive Zongxuan sword technique. It’s ruthless like a poisonous snake, biting towards Fan Wu She’s vitals. Two very different styles of swordplay originally cannot be interchangeable. Such a transformation within a move is the ultimate test of the swordsman’s motion, cultivation, agility, perception, experience, and courage, which is also the path that leads to the state of unity of the human and sword. Fan Wu She was slightly surprised. Could it be that Xie Bi An had already cultivated to the eighth Chongtian of the Zongxuan Sword? Compared to his previous life, he reached this state at least five or six years earlier, but how did he not reach the same level of cultivation of his previous life at a faster pace? In these three years, they were waking for dawn with their heads resting on their spears.. Fan Wu She was forced to raise his sword. Ting Mo was halfway out of the sheath, and the two swords suddenly collided, emitting a crispy ‘ding’ sound. That sound was clear and transparent. They were two good swords just by hearing the sound, yet the webs between the thumbs and forefingers of their hands were cracked from the jolt. Ting Mo was completely out of its sheath, and he forced Xie Bi An back. Xie Bi An said coldly: “If you rely solely on these evil magical treasures and neglect your sword path, you will lose more than you gain.”

“I have never neglected my sword path, but it doesn’t matter what means I use to deal with you.” Fan Wu She’s soul token on hand emitted a burst of black death aura. Xie Bi An was like facing a great enemy. He only felt the Ym energy that he had scattered lunged from all directions with a more turbulent force. He opened his mouth, bit the belly of his thumb, and used his own blood to draw the most powerful demon subjugation talisman. That talisman was floating in the void, enveloping his head, and glowing with a blood-red aura. Drawing a talisman with blood will deplete the cultivator’s own blood, but it will also give the talisman an extremely powerful effect! Xie Bi An rarely draws blood talismans, because blood talismans will scatter the souls of these evil spirits. Cultivators mainly help people, while Underworld Generals mainly guide souls. No matter how vicious an evil spirit is, it should be given the opportunity to go to hell to atone for its sins. Beating them to scatter their souls is against the heart of Dao and also damages one’s merits. But right now, in order to save his life, the Bi An has no choice.

The demon subjugation blood talisman began to kill, brutally suppressing the ghosts that were driven to attack. the Bi An listened to the miserable howls and frowned: “Fan Wu She, stop sinning!”

Fan Wu She smiled coldly. Xie Bi An suddenly felt a strange movement behind him He turned around and saw that the Liu couple, who had been unconscious on the ground, had risen from the ground like puppets on strings and were walking step by step towards the killing range of the demon subjugation blood talisman. Not good! The demon subjugation talisman is harmless to the living, but once it becomes a blood talisman, it will not recognize allies from enemies, and it will show no mercy to the living who have been possessed. The Liu couple are ordinary people, and they may die because of this.

Xie Bi An gritted his teeth and had no choice but to disperse the blood talisman. The moment the blood talisman was dispersed, he felt his body was pierced by an invisible force, a force that pulled him to stagger a few steps. He wanted to stabilize his body, but found that his body was beginning to be out of his control, yet letting him stand thinly.

He had never had such a strange experience in his life, and he knew he was being possessed. His fingers became so weak that he couldn’t even grip it, and the Junlan sword fell to the ground with a ‘pa’. He stared blankly at Fan Wu She in the distance, watching a malicious smile gradually rising on that stunningly handsome face. Xie Bi An desperately tried to force the thing inside his body out, but Fan Wu She came to his side in a blink of an eye and drew a spiritual talisman on his heart The tips of his long and slender fingers stroked a few times on his clothes. Finally, he gently dotted his heart, and suddenly murmured softly, “It’s been a long time since I’ve been this close to

Bi An’s heart trembled

Fan Wu She lowered his head, and his eyes carefully traced the skin and hair of the person in front of him, as if he was admiring and examining some rare treasure, yet Xie Bi An only stared at him with bloodshot eyes. Fan Wu She stretched out his hand and gently traced the Bi An’s outline with his fingertips, finally stopping at the light pink lips. He hesitated for a moment, just a moment, and then kissed it hard. Xie Bi An’s eyes were rounded from glaring. He could not move, but all of his six senses were feeling Fan Wu She’s warm lips grinding and sucking on his lips. A few small pieces of soft flesh kept squeezing each other to transmit heat, breath, body fluids, and the feeling of thirst The slippery tongue could not wait to pry open his jaw and stir inside his mouth, wantonly ramming and sweeping, as if wanting to break through the flesh and declare his possession to the world. He even wants to leave his own mark in every inch of his mouth.

Fan Wu She’s long arm traversed Xie Bi An’s back waist and drew him near into his

This is the first time the two of them have been close to each other after 3 years. For a moment, it seems like there are countless Thunderfire Stones exploding in their heads. Xie Bi An’s face gradually became hotter. This is not the familiar body of Fan Wu She’s. Although the Fan Wu She in his memory had the frame of a man initially, he still had a little bit of the thinness of a teenager. And this body that embraced him tightly in his anus has firm, strong anus and a broad, hard and hot chest. This is from a much older memory; the body of the Supreme Demon Zong Zi Mao, who had forcefully done whatever he wanted to him and did all of the shameful things in the world. Fan Wu She held him tightly. His lips sought his ear and whispered, “I really miss you a lot. If you could be well-behaved in my arms like this, why would I suffer …” Xie Bi An closed his eyes. Obviously knowing what invaded him was the pervasive scent, smell, sound, and touch of this person, yet he tried in vain to isolate everything simply by not seeing things. But the next moment, he had to open his eyes, because his hands uncontrollably wrapped around Fan Wu She’s neck and took the initiative to snuggle. Fan Wu She suddenly princess carried him and walked towards the house.

Xie Bi An’s lip and blood rushed up. His face turned blue and red for a while: ‘You… can you be more shameless!?” “We’ve known each other for two lifetimes, and you still ask such questions? I’m afraid you’ve never teamed your lesson.” Fan Wu She sat on the side of the bed, hugged and sat Xie Bi An on his lap. His two hands were around his waist, and he kissed his soft lips again. It was not like that three years of separation impatience kiss just now. This time, he’s savoring it and taking his time.

“Fan … Wu She … enough. What exactly are you…” the Bi An’s words mumbled vaguely between the lips and tongue. “I want you, now.” Fan Wu She reached out and took off the Bi An’s hairpin, allowing a head of dark hair to fall loose on the back of his shoulders. His hand caresses very gently, but his gaze stared forcefully into the bottom of Xie Bi An’s eyes, “I never had the chance to ask you. Zong Zi Xiao and Fan Wu She, who do you prefer to be flicked by?”

the Si An’s scalp went numb. His pupils kept flickering from panic. “Do you want me to be your Xiao Du, or your junior brother?” Fan Wu She stroked Xie Bi An’s satin-like hair one time after another, his tone of voice was described as gentle. “Scram!” Xie Bi An gritted his teeth and said, “I want you to let go of me.” Fan Wu She hooked his lips and smiled: “I think you like both, right? Don’t you ever look back after you recovered your memory? Every night inside Wuji Palace was our lustful night. Your body has long been unable to leave me. Your mouth has a sense of propriety, yet your legs wrapped around my waist had never loosened even for a moment.”

Xie Bi An was so angry that his face turned red. “And when we were senior and junior brothers, you also said you liked me.” Fan Wu She lightly caressed the Bi An’s cheek with a gaze unable to hide deep feelings, “You said you like me. How can you back out? I won’t allow you to back out “You are a fake. Everything is a fake.” Frost condensed on Xie Bi An’s face, “The words we said, the difficulties we went through, the love we had, all of them do not count.” “How dare you!” Fan Wu She’s face suddenly changed, “You like me. You promised me a lifetime. When I say it counts, it counts.”

Xie Bi An looked at him coldly. Fan Wu She pressed the Bi An down on the bed with his body. His hands propped up on each side of the Bi An’s head. The moment their eyes met, they both saw the endless painful struggles in each other’s eyes.

Is it love? Is it hate?

It’s love, and it’s hate. There was so much love and hate between them, like a deep valley cutting in between them. They fought desperately, trying to reverse everything by risking their lives, yet they walked towards the hopeless karma again and again.

Why was it like this? It shouldn’t be like this, but it is like this. I love the gods and goddesses, but I can’t love them. Even if they prayed to all gods and buddhas, this love cannot be fulfilled.

waiting for dawn with their heads resting on their spears.— being Prepared and biding one’s time before the battle