Chapter 69: Passion is like fire

Dou Qi armor is the strongest defense method for level 4 and level 5 warriors. Even the armor possessed by primary earth warriors is not something that can be destroyed by warriors of the same level. Han Fei is an alien. Although he is not a marine warrior, he combines the use of internal strength with the Golden Evil Slash with his unique Xuanmen mental method, and directly condenses the five elements of Dou Qi into the sword light triggered by the fighting skills, greatly enhancing the ability to break the armor in close proximity. It can be said that it is a perfect fusion of martial arts in the past and present lives.

The horse thief leader is only at the primary level of the earth, and the fighting armor he possesses is also a wind system with weak defense. He was actually broken by Han Fei with a sword and ended the battle.

Shocked, angry, despaired, unwilling to accept... The leader of the horse thief sighed dejectedly, and the spirit of life in his eyes quickly lost with the blood gushing from the wounds on his waist. He stared at Han Fei who was close to him and whispered: "You are very strong..."

"If you don't choose to be my enemy, maybe we can become friends." Han Fei shook his head and said, "What a pity..."

Although he won the victory, Han Fei did not feel much joy in his heart, because the opponent standing in front of him was a respectable real warrior.

"Friend..." The leader of the horse thief forced a smile, and his voice became extremely low: "This name is too luxurious..."

Before he finished speaking, he could no longer support his body. He knelt straight on his right knee, but he inserted his weapon into the ground forcefully so that he would not fall completely.

The glory of life was completely extinguished in the eyes of this grass-roots warrior, and his high head finally slowly hangs down.

The setting sun sets in the west, covering the plain with a golden coat. The wind blowing from afar brought the horn tone, and the sky gradually darkened.

Using the weapons left by the horse thief leader, Han Fei dug a big hole on the ground, which was also the last respect for the warrior.

The other party's red war horse had already returned. It was spinning around the corpse of the thief leader, making constant neighing, using its head to arch, trying to get the master back to his back.

Han Fei put the other party's body and his weapons into the dug pit and filled the soil again. He believed that it would be covered with grass again in the future. No one knew that a warrior who had experienced ups and downs would be buried under this.

After burying the opponent, it was almost time to return, and the red horse was still wandering back and forth on its owner's grave.

This is definitely an extremely excellent war horse, tall and handsome, without any trace of miscellaneous hair on his body, and definitely has perfect bloodline. It would be a pity if it was allowed to lie on this plain.

Han Fei thought about it and reached out to pull its reins. Unexpectedly, the horse was quite violent and actually stood up and raised its front hooves and kicked Han Fei.

Of course, such an attack could not pose any threat to Han Fei. He missed and took the reins and flew over and flew onto the horse's back.

Hongmao was furious and spread her four hooves and struggled desperately. If it were an ordinary person, she would probably fall down immediately, while Han Fei could not sit firmly as a mountain and pressed it down with force.

When he was training his horse, Han Fei did not lack experience. With the powerful power he had, although this red horse was extremely majestic, after more than ten minutes of tossing, he finally accepted his fate exhausted and set off on the journey back under Han Fei's control.

The sound of the trumpet from the convoy was the best sign to guide the direction. Half an hour later, he returned to the convoy, and at this time all the warriors chasing the enemy had returned, and the plains that were within their eyes were full of horse thieves' corpses.

No one cleaned the battlefield, and the ragged things on the horse thieves could not enter the warriors' eyes. The spiritual weapon in their hands might be equivalent to the entire property of a horse thieves group.

Seeing Han Fei coming back, Han Bixuan, who had been worried about him, finally breathed a sigh of relief and came up and said angrily: "Why are you just coming back now? Everyone is worried about you!"

"Haha, I've chased a few horse thieves a little further." Han Fei smiled and jumped off the horse's back, handed the reins in his hand and said, "Sister Bixuan, I'll give you a gift."

"Ah, what a beautiful horse!" Han Bixuan's eyes lit up immediately. Compared with the black warrior of Thunder Warriors, this red horse is more majestic, and its fiery red hair is absolutely eye-catching.

On the Jiutian Continent, a good war horse costs a thousand or even ten thousand gold. It is common for many purebred horses with excellent blood to sell for more than 100,000 or even hundreds of thousands of gold coins.

If it was given by someone else, Han Bixuan would definitely consider whether to accept it, but Han Fei is definitely an exception. She took the reins and reached out to caress the red horse's neck and said lovingly: "It seems that I haven't washed it for a long time, my hair is a little dirty, and this saddle is too worn..."

Perhaps she felt Han Bixuan's kindness and gentleness. For her caress, Hongma just sniffed and lowered her head tamely and rubbed her body. She did not have the harshness of resisting Han Fei just now.

"Do you really want to give it to me?" Perhaps he liked it very much, Han Bixuan couldn't help but say, "Don't regret it!"

Han Fei laughed and said, "How could he regret it? If it weren't for this war horse, I wouldn't have chased so far. It was just for you to give it to Sister Bixuan!"

Hearing this, Han Bixuan's eyes were filled with tenderness. Because there were many people around her, she just glanced Han Fei charmingly and whispered: "This time I'm going to be yours!"

The convoy that had experienced a battle continued to set off. Although it was about to get dark, camping here was not a good choice. It was rarely visited by the edge of the mountain. The strong smell of blood and the corpses all over the ground might attract many animals and beasts, and it would be uncomfortable to watch.

When the moon rose, the wedding convoy set off a camp on a gentle slope more than ten kilometers away, and below the gentle slope was a flowing river.

The bonfires were lit one by one, and the servants skillfully set up grills and put them on the cooking pot. The aroma of broth and toast drifted everywhere. Someone took out the beast-headed guitar to play cheerful music, and laughter rang out in the camp. No one died in a battle, and thousands of enemies were killed. Such victory is of course worth celebrating.

A few miles away, on another hillside beside the river, Han Fei and Han Bixuan were lying side by side on the soft grass, looking at the two red and black war horses playing in the river below.

All the red war horses that returned to Han Bixuan have just been washed and replaced with brand new harnesses. They look even more divine under the moonlight. Han Bixuan likes them more and more. She can't help but turn her head and kiss Han Fei on the face, and smile and said, "Thank you, my dear brother."

How could Han Fei, who was eaten by this royal sister, be willing to take advantage of this rare opportunity to turn over and press the other party and kiss him hard. He was greedy for the beauty of the red lips and refused to let go.

The body rubbed and the limbs were entangled, and the sky thunder caught fire from the earth. After the passionate kiss, the two of them couldn't help but feel emotional. Han Bixuan closed her eyes, her face was full of moving flushing, and a slight humming from her nose made Han Fei's desire rise even more. The movements in her hands became a little rude.

He entered Han Bixuan's warrior uniform with one hand and stroked her thighs down. Due to his years of martial arts practice, Han Bixuan's muscles were strong and elastic, while his silky skin was extremely tender and smooth. He seemed to be able to pinch out water if he tried a little harder.

Han Fei was not satisfied with this. His other hand successfully broke through the barrier of clothes and finally climbed up to the highest mountain. The touch that one hand could not grasp was extremely wonderful.

"You are not obedient again!" Han Bixuan said softly, holding Han Fei's big hand moving in front of her chest with one hand, opening her starry eyes and smiling: "This is not a good brother."

Han Fei smiled, lowered his head and kissed her snow-white neck, pulled out his hand to flexibly unbutton several buttons on her chest. Suddenly, an astonishing snowy greasy and half of the towering snow peak appeared in front of him, and he kissed him down.

"Ah!..." Han Bixuan let out a light cry, closed her eyes and hugged Han Fei's head tightly with her hands, so hard that she seemed to rub him into her body.

Han Fei finally couldn't control his desire and reached out to remove Han Bixuan's belt, but this time he was stubbornly blocked.

"Okay, that's fine..." Han Bixuan's flushed face was almost bleeding: "If you really want it, then in a few days, I'm not very convenient today, and it's not good here..."

Dizzy! Han Fei, who was on the string, suddenly burst into tears. He could only kiss him a few more times in disappointment before turning over reluctantly, looking up at the moon helplessly, letting his boiling desire calm down.

Han Bixuan smiled and tidied up her clothes. After she put her head on Han Fei's arms and whispered: "Feifei, mine is all yours, and I can't run away even if I want to..."

"Feifei" is Han Bixuan's most intimate nickname for Han Fei when she is private. Although it is very numb, Han Fei likes it very much.

Hearing Han Bixuan's words, a trace of depression in Han Fei's heart disappeared, hugging Han Bixuan in his arms, allowing the water-like moonlight to sprinkle on the two of them. The hot desire slowly cooled down, and his heart was filled with joy, peace and warmth. At this moment, I just hope that time can stop and never pass.

After a long time, the neighing sound of the two war horses broke the tranquility. Han Bixuan raised her head and asked, "By the way, what name do you think I should give it?"

"It" of course refers to the red war horse. Han Fei thought about it and said, "It's called Benyan, or Huowu, how about Jinghong?"

Han Fei talked about very famous thoroughbred horse names, but Han Bixuan shook her head: "It's so ordinary, well, this is what you gave me, it's called Feihuo!"
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