Wu Qianqian's expression was cold, her eyes looked at the person who came, and she said softly, "Who are you?"

Shrouded in the black cloth, it was slowly lifted, revealing a slightly mean face, hooked nose, narrow slit eyes, and in his eyes, there was an indifference, and Li Qifeng, who was staring at him with cold eyes, said slowly: "Wind Swordsman - Cang Aotian." ”

Wu Qianqian's expression couldn't help but show a hint of a smile, and said softly: "It's better to see it for a long time, but I didn't expect that the famous swordsman in the snow country was reduced to the point of being a slave." ”

Under the wide black robe, a cold light appeared, and Cang Aotian directly showed the sword in his hand, which was a broken sword, the sword body was very long, but there was no sword tip, and above the broken gap, a cold light was emitted.

"Noise. ”

Cang Aotian spit out two words, his body moved violently, his body jumped, like a tiger descending the mountain, and the sword in his hand slashed directly towards Wu Qianqian.

A cold light appeared in his eyes.

Burning Peak moves again.

Endless sword qi suddenly erupted, and the continuous sound of sword roars seemed to be the rising tide of the sea.

Bell –

The two swords collided together.

Sparks splashed.

The strong dark energy made Zhuo Feng tremble continuously, and Wu Qianqian's body took a step backwards continuously.

Cang Aotian let out a soft shout, the long sword mopped the ground, splashing a series of sparks, and Cang Aotian once again launched a fierce attack.

Quick as a wink.

The continuous offensive was like a violent wind, completely enveloping Wu Qianqian.

The wind swept the grass.

What Cangao Heavenly Sword pursues is a fast word, and once it is shot, it is like a raging storm.

In Wu Qianqian's eyes, there was not the slightest emotion, and the Burning Peak Sword kept swinging, facing the continuous offensive to resolve its coefficient.

The sound of the two swords clashing kept coming out, and in the streets, the sharp sword aura was permeating.

Bell –

Bell –

Bell –

The sword in Cang Aotian's hand brutally slashed down three swords, and the power of each sword was as strong as this.

Wu Qianqian took three steps back in a row.

The chill in his eyes was even worse.

"Now it's my turn. ”

The cold words suddenly remembered.

In Wu Qianqian's eyes, the cold chill turned into a raging battle intent.

Burning Peak let out a sword roar.

Above the sword body, two internal forces with completely different attributes flowed.

A bitter cold is like a thousand years of ice.

A blazing earthfire.

Since ancient times, fire and water have not melted.

However, at this moment, on the Burning Peak Sword, the two completely different internal forces get along with each other incomparably.

In a blink of an eye.

The Scorching Peak Sword stabbed out suddenly, and the terrifying power suddenly erupted.

Cang Aotian's expression was full of shock, and the fierce power that erupted from the Burning Peak Sword made him feel fear from his heart, and the sword in his hand slashed out continuously, trying to dissolve the fierce might.

It's a pity -

Cang Aotian's efforts were in vain.

The powerful power completely overwhelmed him, and the terrifying power frantically tore through his body.

Buzz –

In the void, there was a violent tremble.

The Scorching Peak Sword turned into a flaming flame in the air.

Sneering sounds in your ears.

Cang Aotian's body trembled.

The long sword in his hand moved, facing the Burning Peak Sword.

In an instant, the scorching and terrifying power seemed to burn him completely.

But—

In the blink of an eye.

Above the Scorching Peak Sword, the fierce power was changing again.

This time.

Bitter cold as ice.

It is expected that the cold wind will give birth.

Cang Aotian felt that his body seemed to be numb, and the frost condensed in the air seemed to freeze his hands, making it difficult for him to raise the sword in his hand.

Zhuofeng's sword ruthlessly pierced Cang Aotian's body.

Blood splattered.

Freezes in the air and becomes blood cream.

Cang Aotian's eyes widened, all of this seemed to be in a dream, and it was hard for him to imagine that he was so defeated.

"Impossible—"

Cang Aotian shouted frantically in his heart, he refused to admit the fact of his defeat from his heart, but the facts in front of him forced him to believe.

"How can a person cultivate two completely different sword realms?"

Cang Aotian was very puzzled in his heart.

It's a pity -

The sharp pain from the wound irritated his nerves, preventing him from thinking too much.

Foot movement.

Cang Aotian's body swept backwards frantically.

At this moment, his heart was to give up the pursuit of Wu Qianqian.

——

The scorching sword is sheathed.

Wu Qianqian looked at Cang Aotian who was away with a calm expression, and the chill in her eyes gradually disappeared.

The big black umbrella was raised.

Wu Qianqian continued to move forward, the night was getting deeper and deeper, and she needed to find a place to live.

——

"You're really fateful. ”

A cold voice sounded, and he was about to heal Cang Aotian's body trembled.

Suddenly got up, with the long sword in his hand, Cang Aotian looked at the visitor with full vigilance.

The old woman in plain clothes stood silently behind him.

It's the flower mother-in-law.

"Who are you?"

Cang Aotian said with a wary face.

There was a faint smile in Granny Hua's expression, "The one who came to take your life." ”

Cang Aotian's expression changed.

Granny Hua stepped out, and between her hands, countless silk threads flew out, and the ends of the silk threads were tied with sharp thin needles.

Cang Aotian's face turned cold, and the sword in his hand kept swinging, trying to cut all the silk threads.

It's all in vain.

The sharp needle pierced into the body of Cang Aotian, and in an instant, he became a puppet with a thread.

The sharp pain made Cang Aotian's expression distort.

"You don't dare to assassinate the princess. ”

Granny Hua's cold words rang out.

Cang Aotian's expression changed again.

Suddenly.

In the dense silk thread, a terrifying power erupted.

The next moment.

Cang Aotian was ruthlessly divided.

After doing all this, Granny Hua left as if she was nothing, and her body was slumped away.

——

Above the wall in the distance.

A figure was quietly attached to the wall, and with the help of the shadow of the eaves, this figure was well hidden and could not be detected at all.

Looking at the arrogant sky that turned into a pile of flesh and blood, this figure trembled slightly, and waited until Granny Hua was completely far away, and then slowly came down from the wall.

Glancing at the bloody mud on the ground in the distance, he let out a whistle.

A white dove flew into his hands.

A secret letter is stuffed into the mailbox.

The white dove flew away again.

This figure followed Wu Qianqian's trail.

……

……

Westside.

Faced with the sad news of the death of the crown prince, the entire Western Realm was in an atmosphere of grief.

Gongsun Bufan also showed great sadness, but he did not dare to have the slightest delay in the takeover of the western camp, taking advantage of the best opportunity now, he began to promote the meritorious people in the army, and vigorously promoted the benevolence of the new emperor, which invisibly erased the good of everyone remembering Longchen.

(End of chapter)