Wow, the husband I kidnapped is not a human

The fighting spirit in Chu Yunxi's eyes became more and more intense. At this moment, she no longer had the slightest thought of looking down on Jun Fuyao. Not only did she not look down on him, she even admired him a little.

Although Jun Fuyao was in the front, he was always paying attention to Chu Yunxi's movements. After a while of chasing each other, Jun Fuyao couldn't help but admire that Chu Yunxi was indeed a powerful person.

The dense forest below them flashed by, the grass under their feet disappeared, and the mountain boulders were instantly left far behind. The two walked further and further away, and the more desolate it became...

I sped along the way and didn't know how far I had gone.

Dongfang Wuxia lay on Di Yanqing's back, feeling more and more surprised.

My son-in-law, carrying such a big person like me, has been running with the two people in front of him for such a long time. Not only has his breathing not been disordered, but his speed has not slowed down at all. It seems that he has not yet exerted his full strength.

He was running as fast as lightning, but as I lay on his back, I didn't feel any bumps at all and I didn't even feel any wind from beginning to end.

It seems that my son-in-law's cultivation has definitely reached the pinnacle of terrifying level. Compared with Yao'er, he is definitely stronger, not weaker!

Such a great man with strong cultivation, perfect beauty, character and temperament, I wonder how his Yaoer... managed to bring him back?

What a promising future!

At the bottom of a large sloping valley.

Jun Fuyao and Chu Yunxi fell down one after another.

"The speed is good."

"Good physical skills."

The two praised in unison, but there was still a sense of unwillingness to admit defeat in their tone.

In this contest of physical skills and speed, the two were evenly matched.

Jun Fuyao, who was ahead, failed to shake off Chu Yunxi, and Chu Yunxi, who was chasing closely, failed to catch up with Jun Fuyao either. The two were equally matched.

Di Yanqing carried Dongfang Wuxia on his back and stopped ten feet away from the two of them. He would not take action unless it was necessary.

"Chu Yunxi, come here, let me see your boxing skills." Jun Fuyao said with a smile.

"I'm just looking forward to your advice." Chu Yunxi said calmly.

But after saying this, neither of them took any action.

After a moment, they moved again at the same time.

The two men rushed forward at the same time, their momentum unstoppable, like two high-speed trains about to collide in the center, but at the moment of collision, the two figures suddenly disappeared.

There were fierce sounds of punching and kicking in the center, and the dust and grass on the ground flew up...

There were bangs and bangs, but no one was seen...

Finally, two muffled groans...

Jun Fuyao appeared, slid back two or three meters and then stopped. There was a hole in his clothes on his left shoulder, and the clothes on his calves were also torn.

Chu Yunxi on the opposite side also staggered to appear. The clothes on the front of his chest had become tattered strips, revealing his inner clothes. Two palm prints on his back were also clearly visible.

"In the fist fight, I lost." Chu Yunxi lowered his head and said sadly, but he was only disappointed for a moment, then raised his head again, his eyes still full of fighting spirit.

"It was just luck." Jun Fuyao didn't win this round easily. He used more than 30 kinds of fist and palm techniques before he was able to resist Chu Yunxi's attack.

Although Chu Yunxi was hit in the fatal parts, if it was a life-and-death fight, Chu Yunxi would surely die, but Jun Fuyao would also end up seriously injured and disabled, so Jun Fuyao said it was a fluke.

Of course, this is under the premise of a fair fight. If Jun Fuyao uses all his tricks, killing Chu Yunxi would be a piece of cake.

"Next round, let's fight with swords!" Chu Yunxi said. She stretched out her hand, and her usual sword, Lingyun Sword, suddenly appeared in her hand. She said solemnly, "The outcome will be decided in one fight!"

"If that's really the case, you will definitely lose." Jun Fuyao smiled cunningly and stretched out her hand. With a crisp sword sound and an unparalleled sword energy that soared into the sky, the magic sword Dapeng appeared in her hand.

The sword was silvery, radiant, and faintly blood-red. As soon as it was unsheathed, a surge of momentum pressed forward. The target was not Chu Yunxi, but the Lingyun Sword in her hand...

Dapeng: Be bold and cunning, be honest, or I will cut you!

At the moment when the big roc was unsheathed, Chu Yunxi suddenly felt that the Lingyun sword in his hand, which had always been in tune with his mind, suddenly lost that wonderful telepathy.

Chu Yunxi was shocked: This...what on earth is going on?

Chu Yunxi's Lingyun Sword has been with her for countless years and is her most loyal and reliable companion. Chu Yunxi has always cherished it as if it were her life.

Every time Chu Yunxi held the Lingyun Sword in his hand, he had a feeling of being connected to it by blood, as if he was the Lingyun Sword and the Lingyun Sword was himself, the two were inseparable.

But at this moment, that wonderful feeling is gone!

What exactly is going on?

Chu Yunxi was so horrified that his palms holding the Lingyun Sword were sweating slightly. He had completely lost confidence in the upcoming battle.

"Do you still want to fight? You've already lost." Jun Fuyao said with a smile, "But you didn't lose to me, but to my sword. To be more precise, your sword has surrendered to my sword."

My Dapeng is becoming more and more arrogant, so much so that I can't even put up a good fight.

Chu Yunxi's Lingyun Sword had also begun to develop spirituality. Under the overwhelming aura of the divine sword Dapeng, the Lingyun Sword did not struggle at all and chose to surrender directly, completely restraining its arrogance, murderous intent and fighting spirit.

I can't afford to offend him, I can't afford to offend him at all!

Chu Yunxi was unwilling to give up. She tried hard to arouse the fighting spirit in her heart. The fierce murderous aura burst out in an attempt to restore the close connection with Lingyun Sword. But no matter how hard she tried, Lingyun Sword did not move. Everything was in vain.

Chu Yunxi clenched his sword tightly. He was defeated. It was an extremely unfair and inexplicable defeat.

When fighting with the enemy, the sword suddenly loses control. What's going on?

I'm afraid there has never been anyone as miserable as her in history.

Seeing Chu Yunxi's puzzled expression, Jun Fuyao explained, "Over the years, your sword has traveled the world with you, killing countless people. It should have developed spirituality. You should have a sense of rapport with it. But it is precisely because of this that it chose to protect itself.

Of course, if you try to activate it with the mindset of certain death, you will definitely be able to reconnect with it, but in that case, both you and your sword will be destroyed. Chu Yunxi, why don't we call it a day for today's battle?"

Chu Yunxi was silent for a while, then said, "You are right. If I continue to fight, I will be courting death. Forget it. For the sake of my precious Lingyun Sword, I will not fight."

At this point, Chu Yunxi paused for a moment, and suddenly looked at Jun Fuyao with burning eyes, and said expectantly: "I...I want to see your sword, can I?"

She really wanted to know what kind of magical weapon could make her Lingyun Sword afraid and surrender without a fight.