Chapter 640 Cultivation breakthrough, conquering the prison master
"Thousands of phantom phoenix shadows!"
A cold voice sounded amidst the whistling swords, and countless figures of Han Zhiyun instantly appeared in the royal study.
Before Wanjian Guizong could form a sea of swords, he was shot down by the ethereal shadow in the void. Han Zhiyun floated down in the air, her long sword stuck on the ground, her jade hand clenched the hilt of the sword, struggling to support her figure.
at the same time.
Figures from all directions attacked Chu Feifan at the same time, the sword light gathered together, and the airtight sword edge enveloped his figure.
"Overlord Fist, break!"
The Zhanlu Sword is flying around the body, the needle point is facing the wheat light, pulling the surrounding sword light in front of it to rotate.
Chu Feifan's belief controlled Zhan Lu to float in front of him, and he struck out with the Overlord Fist. The figures in the sky were shattered into pieces, and instantly turned into true energy and spread out in all directions.
"boom!"
Under the huge force of shock, Chu Feifan's suspended figure hit the screen behind him. He struggled to stabilize his figure, and blood stains fell from the corners of his mouth.
at this time.
Both of them were at the end of their strength. Han Zhiyun's cultivation was strong, but the life and death talisman hidden in her body hindered her cultivation.
Chu Feifan was in his prime, but his cultivation level was two small steps behind Han Zhiyun's. Even if he went all out, he could only manage to draw.
A burst of noisy footsteps came, and the lights outside the imperial study room flickered. Han Zhiyun looked back and found that the palace was surrounded by the Imperial Guards.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, she held the sword tightly in her hand, stood up with difficulty and walked towards Chu Feifan, determination flashing in her eyes.
Looking at Han Zhiyun, who was constantly approaching him, he activated the remaining trace of his true energy, and the Taixu Sword Spirit suspended in his dantian trembled slightly.
"Suffer death!"
Han Zhiyun heard a bone-chilling sound, and the long sword in her hand shattered into the air and pierced through the air. However, the power on the blade was obviously weakened, and her figure was seen shaking, and she stumbled to the ground.
Suddenly.
The Tianfeng bloodline in Han Zhiyun's body disappeared, and the sound of the phoenix in the void disappeared. Her face was as pale as paper, and blood continued to spurt out of her mouth.
Chu Feifan clearly felt that the true energy in Han Zhiyun's body was constantly passing away. If it continued like this, I believe it would not take long for her to be fragrant and fragrant.
Han Zhiyun cannot die, she is indispensable to Dongfeng, and only from her can we get all the news about the Ziyun Empire.
Only in this way can we successfully convince the Yang family and let them abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side. The internal cooperation and internal cooperation will begin to disintegrate the Ziyun Empire.
She raised her hand and grabbed Han Zhiyun's wrist. Her pulse was very weak and looming. It was obvious that she had suffered the backlash of Tianfeng's bloodline.
"Hey, the system prompts that the host's internal injuries are too severe. If you want to save her, you must practice dual cultivation. Only the true dragon bloodline and the Tianfeng bloodline can be combined into one to repair the damage in her body. At the same time, this is also the fastest way to restore the host's injuries.
Method."
"Double cultivation?"
Previously, Han Zhiyun had a charming appearance, skin like gelatin, almond-shaped eyes and peach cheeks, she was extremely bright, and her charming appearance made people love her.
The gentle nephrite can't help but make people feel dissatisfied.
At this time, her life was in critical condition, and even though her dual cultivator wanted to take advantage of others' danger, for the sake of his own arrangements, Chu Feifan could not watch her fade into pieces.
Raising his arms to embrace Han Zhiyun who had fainted on the ground, he turned around and walked towards the back hall, placing her on the wooden platform. Chu Feifan turned around and headed outside the imperial study.
Outside the Yangxin Hall.
Under the snowy night, the Iron Eagle warriors and the Imperial Guards were surrounded. Seeing that Chu Feifan appeared unscathed, Xiao Guizi stepped forward quickly.
"Xiao Guizi, have all the imperial guards withdraw. I will be practicing in seclusion for the next few days. All matters will be left to the hands of the Zhongshu Ling and a few adults. You understand!"
"Slave obeys!"
Xiao Guizi led the Imperial Guards out of the imperial study. Chu Feifan turned around and returned to the mess in front of him. He stood up with a wry smile and walked towards the back hall.
Looking at Han Zhiyun, who was falling asleep, he raised his hand to help her up, and slowly took off her figure and put on her shirt. Under the dim light, a gleam of tender white came into view.
The fragrance is so fragrant that it makes people confused and fascinated.............
For the next three days, the door of Yangxin Hall was kept closed, and Xiao Guizi had already sent the order, so no one disturbed Chu Feifan to practice in seclusion.
At night.
Snow covers the rockery outside the palace and the square, reflecting the bright white sky and earth, the cold wind blows, and the sound of hunting.
In the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart, the dual cultivation of Chu Feifan and Han Zhiyun has reached the most critical moment, the state of unity between heaven and man, and the power of the true dragon and Tianfeng bloodlines in their bodies are transformed into each other.
The vast and majestic true energy filled the room, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth swirled into a whirlpool, wrapping the two people in it. Golden light and silver light intertwined and intertwined, as if they were bathed in holy light.
In the dark night sky, a rising dragon and a soaring phoenix confront each other. The dragon and phoenix sing in harmony, creating a strange phenomenon all over the world.
Therefore.
A bright light shot straight into the sky like a meteor, and the sound of dragons and phoenixes echoed in the sky for a long time.
The two figures on the fallen tree were shimmering with ethereal light. At this moment, Han Zhiyun's pretty face was filled with blood, like a blooming spirit flower, and the scenery was indescribably beautiful.
"boom!"
A loud noise came, and then Chu Feifan's cultivation level continued to rise, reaching the peak of the Martial Emperor realm under the impact of the vast and majestic zhenqi.
At the same time, a cry sounded, and the two people who were meeting each other frankly opened their eyes at the same time, looking at the sharp-edged cheeks in front of them, and feeling the power of true energy lingering in the sky, Han Zhiyun instantly understood what was happening.
"Whoa!"
Han Zhiyun was ashamed and annoyed, her cheeks flushed, and she raised her jade hand to attack Chu Feifan in front of her.
"boom!"
Chu Feifan held the arm that was attacking her, and said in a cold voice: "Demon Slaughter Prison Lord, now is the best time to repair the injuries in your body. If you want to bear the pain of heavy trauma again, I am willing to stay with you until the end.
"
"Shameless person, this prison master will definitely cut you into pieces. So what if you are severely injured again?"
Say it.
Han Zhiyun raised her other jade arm and attacked quickly. Chu Feifan didn't want to waste all his efforts. Seeing her reluctance, his figure suddenly rose up and kissed her. The two figures fell down on the wooden collapse at the same time.
conquer!
Only by conquering can Han Zhiyun be completely quiet, with a soft jade fragrance and a floating soul.
Han Zhiyun, who was previously a dual cultivator, was in a coma, but now she was in a different situation.
In the imperial study room, the fragrance is overflowing, the colors are vivid, and the gorgeous spring scenery is quietly staged, but no one can feast their eyes on it.
a long time.
The heavy breathing in the royal study disappeared, and the true energy lingering in the air dissipated. At this time, Han Zhiyun completely surrendered to the power of Chu Feifan's true dragon.
Although she still had murderous intentions in her heart, she already had a different feeling for Chu Feifan because of the power of her bloodline.
"Prison Master, now you are truly my woman. If you stay by my side to serve you, I will not only remove the life and death talisman from your body, but also let the past things go by the wayside."
"As for your identity as the Demon-Slaying Prison Master, you will no longer exist in the future, because you only have one identity, and that is Emperor Chu's woman!"
The domineering voice of Ling Tian sounded, and Han Zhiyun's face flushed with red clouds, her face was full of beauty, she clenched her teeth, and her whole person fell into endless contradictions.
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