Chapter 364: Obsessive Female Sword, Second Generation Red Sky

"Hehe, chop him away quickly!"

Seeing this, Mo Xiaoyu suspected nothing, thinking only that the Mingfeng was about to flare up again!

Shiver~

The Mingfeng began to shake.

Causing many iron chains to tremble continuously.

The iron chains possessed the power of runes, which is why they could suppress the Mingfeng.

But at this moment, the Mingfeng seemed to be struggling with all its might.

Bang!

One iron chain shattered.

The Mingfeng finally broke free from the ground; although it could not go far, it could at least come before Meng Zhangqing.

Sword qi whistled.

The Mingfeng moved extremely fast, like a streak of light, heading straight for Meng Zhangqing's chest.

At this moment, even Meng Zhangqing subconsciously prepared to defend himself.

However, right in the midst of Mo Xiaoyu's expectant gaze.

The Mingfeng suddenly stopped.

Then, like a little cat, it rubbed against Meng Zhangqing's chest.

There was even a gentle sword hum.

"???"

Mo Xiaoyu's entire little head froze in place.

What is wrong with you?!

Where is your usual arrogance?

Where is your usual disdain?

What are you doing now?

Meng Zhangqing was also somewhat stunned.

After all, this scene was truly somewhat unexpected.

Whoosh~

The Mingfeng suddenly flicked its sword tip, carving many characters into the ground before it.

'My master, you have finally... arrived. Actually, long ago, I sensed... your existence.'

'Hateful those people, who trapped me... here, separating us yin and yang, preventing us from meeting!'

The more the Mingfeng carved, the angrier it became.

Finally, it directly expressed 'respect' toward the Lingxiao Peak ancestors, including the current Mo Shukuang.

'But from today on, we can... be together forever.'

'Please use your big palm to grab me tightly.'

'And... you are truly handsome.'

Meng Zhangqing subconsciously took a step back.

He felt something was wrong with this sword.

To be precise, its spirit seemed abnormal.

"You, you, you!"

Mo Xiaoyu beside him came to his senses, his small face flushed red, clearly furious: "Aren't you usually so aloof? Where is the strength you used to hit me just now!"

"Why don't you hit him?"

"Little brat, get away! Just like your old and ugly master, you have no attraction whatsoever."

"Ah~ My master is still so handsome~"

After carving the words, the phoenix pressed against Meng Zhangqing's chest again.

It was hard to imagine that on a sword, one could sense the flavors of perversion and shyness.

"Wah-yah-yah!"

Mo Xiaoyu finally understood the nature of this phoenix!

What aloofness?!

It's all bullshit!

This is simply a lick-dog, obsessive female sword!

Meng Zhangqing came to his senses.

His expression was strange.

What to do?