My Girlfriend is Long Aotian

"Okay!" Lu Qingyu was overjoyed: "This is the best way. The shortcomings of my single nine-sword heavy attack but not heavy defense can be made up for."

She cheered up and planned to take out the sword again, and suddenly her face blushed: "I said Huanhuan, you put your arm around me like this, and you put your hand on my lower abdomen, I...I...the whole body is soft and I can't get the sword out. "

"..."

Chen Huan quickly stopped.

Lu Qingyu's small face flushed, but now it's not the time to care about it, she gritted her teeth and rushed up again.

Chen Huan quickly followed from behind.

"Hey, what are you doing behind me? When you want to defend me for a while, don't you have to hug me from behind again?" Lu Qingyu groaned.

"If I'm in front of you, wouldn't I block you from the direction of the sword?"

"This... your words are so reasonable, I was speechless." Lu Qingyu said with sweat: "Then you are still behind."

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, the werewolf's claws were left and right, attacking Leng Muchen and the last Songshan disciple. At the same time, they kicked Lu Qingyu in the chest.

Seeing this momentum, Lu Qingyu knew something was going to happen. Sure enough, Chen Huan's hands stretched out from under her armpits, and then squeezed in the middle... just to cover her two small ones, which were not too big or too small, who just shook them. Hills.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

In Lu Qingyu's screams of shame and indignation, the werewolf kicked the back of Chen Huan's hand. With a "peng" sound, the werewolf's "wild power" was once again sealed by Chen Huan's internal power.

"Hey, what are you screaming? Am I not protecting you?"

"But...what the **** did you touch?" Lu Qingyu cried.

"During the fierce battle, are you still in the mood to care where I touched?" Chen Huanhan said: "You can just imagine my hand as two breastplates?"

"But the breastplate won't'knead' me!" Lu Qingyu cried.

"Oh? I didn't rub it at all!" Chen Huan explained quickly: "The werewolf kicked the back of my hand, and my hand would inevitably squeeze towards you because of the reaction force... This is an accident."

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Chapter 61 This is the consequence of leaving the order

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"Unexpectedly tall!" Lu Qingyu was very ashamed. Okay, when the girl is shy, of course she must find the punching bag. This punching bag is no one except the werewolf. She yelled, and the single Nine Swords suddenly blasted twice as powerful as usual. , Swipe the ground and take the werewolf's eyes straight.

The werewolf was blocked by Chen Huan's offensive twice in a row, and was shocked by his internal strength. His footing was temporarily unstable. Just after he regained his body, Lu Qingyu's long sword was in front of him, with two soft pops, and his eyes hit the sword at the same time.

"Wow!"

Two lines of blood flowed down the werewolf's eyes, and he screamed bitterly. Leng Muchen and the last Songshan disciple beside him were overjoyed when they saw this: "Haha, this guy's eyes are useless."

The two lifted up their spirits, waved their swords, and slashed at the werewolf's neck, trying to chop off his head.

Chen Huan suddenly yelled: "Be careful, although this guy is blind, his ears are still there, don’t be careless! Have you never seen "Sergeant Brista"? Eagle eyes, leopard speed, wolf ears, bear The power of the wolf! In this sentence, the wolf’s ears have a place."

Chen Huan was too late to shout. Although the werewolf was blind, he did not seem to be blind. He grabbed his claws backwards. Leng Muchen and Songshan disciple's long swords were slapped away by his wolf claws at the same time. Chen reacted relatively quickly, and immediately jumped away when he felt something was wrong. But the reaction of the last Songshan disciple was much slower. Dewclaws swept across his chest, leaving three visceral scars on his chest. The person screamed and fell to the ground.

"Damn it! All the people I brought have died." Leng Muchen exclaimed, "I didn't expect this guy to use all his tricks and he was so powerful."

"Anyway, continue to attack it." Lu Qingyu pierced it with a sword, and the werewolf's ears turned, and immediately heard the wind, his claws slapped again. The sharp wolf claws looked like a weapon, and easily opened Lu Qingyu's long sword.

On the other side, Leng Muchen held up his sword, and was jumped away by the werewolf again.

"I can't kill it like this, I don't have the surname Leng." Leng Muchen roared and rushed forward.

"Mom mentally retarded." Chen Huan cursed: "He is blind, only hearing is left to confront the enemy, you still yell, are you going to die?"

When Leng Muchen was drunk by him, he finally woke up coldly, held his breath, and stabilized his figure. The long sword in his hand was also frozen in the air. The werewolf should not be able to hear it.

Lu Qingyu, Chen Huan, and Li Jieqiong also happened to hold their breath together and stopped moving temporarily.

The whole world seemed to suddenly lose its voice, leaving only a weird silence. Under the moonlight, the werewolf tried to hear the enemy's movement, but could not hear anything. It didn't dare to act rashly anymore, just stood blankly, accumulating the strength of its whole body, preparing for the next attack.

Lu Qingyu turned his head very slowly and blinked at Chen Huan. The expression in his eyes was clearly asking him: What should I do?

Chen Huan slowly raised a finger and then wiped his neck: looking for a chance, he killed it with one blow.

Lu Qingyu pointed to his stainless steel long sword, and shook his head: It was not a silver weapon, but the silver studded leather armor of the opponent's body. The long sword was difficult to hit the key points directly, and it was difficult to kill with one blow.

Chen Huan frowned. Now this situation is really difficult to handle.

At this moment, Li Jieqiong suddenly raised her hand slowly, and saw a silver hairpin lying in her palm...

This is a classical style silver hairpin, the hairpin head is carved with exquisite patterns, and the hairpin tail is a sharp long needle.

Seeing this, Chen Huan immediately realized that Li Jieqiong is a person who has traveled through the world of martial arts. This kind of thing that modern people can never have, but it is common in her like a daily meal. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and confronted Li Jieqiong. He winked, and then slowly moved towards her.

He didn't dare to move too fast, he only dared to move a small distance at each step, so that his moving sound was as small as possible, and he was covered by the sound of the night wind in the mountains and forests.

After moving for a full minute, Chen Huancai finally moved to Li Jieqiong's side and took the silver hairpin from her hand.

With a thumbs up, she gave sister Li Jieqiong an affirmative look, and then Chen Huan turned around and moved step by step towards the werewolf.

This time, Chen Huan moved more slowly. The closer he was to the werewolf, the easier it was to be heard by him, so he needed to be more careful. It took him a long time to move himself two meters away from the werewolf. At this distance He can already get close in one leap, but he is not very confident in his light work. He has seen the agile skill of werewolves just now. At this distance, he can't guarantee that he can hit with a single blow, and then he has to get closer. If so, the risk is also great. The wolf not only has sensitive ears, but also a sensitive nose. If you get too close, you will be able to smell the human breath.

He simply lifted the internal strength of the whole body, stood firm, and then lifted the silver hairpin flat against the werewolf's jaw.

Lu Qingyu behind immediately understood what Chen Huan was going to do.

His current position is right between the werewolf and Lu Qingyu, and he held up the silver hairpin in that position and stood still. The werewolf could not hear his voice and would think that there was nothing here...

Lu Qingyu spoke suddenly and laughed loudly: "Werewolf, Fackyourmother." The words were round and round, in a British royal accent.

The werewolf's head moved slightly, and it had already locked Lu Qingyu's position with its voice. It roared and rushed towards Lu Qingyu, but it didn't know it, it was two meters away in front of him. There was Chen Huan standing, and he was holding a silver hairpin high up, and the hairpin needle was facing his chin.

The werewolf's flutter is equivalent to sending himself to the silver hairpin.

With a "puff" sound, the silver hairpin pierced it straight into its jaw. Chen Huan was afraid that it would not be pierced deeply, and added a bit of internal energy, and sent it away with force...

The hairpin's tail penetrated through the lower jaw, pierced the chin, tongue, and upper jaw, and passed straight into the brain. The power of the silverware was immediately brought into play, preventing the werewolf's regenerative ability from exerting its effect.

"Oh!" The werewolf finally let out a terrible howl and fell to the sky.

Leng Muchen hurried forward from behind, and cut the werewolf's neck with a sword.

At this time, the people finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the long sword in Leng Muchen's hand fell to the ground with a sound. He himself "pushed" and squatted down, panting heavily, "Okay," I finally **** this monster, and I just **** it. From what kind of place did this thing come out?"