The white ten fingers overlapped and twisted again, and the phantoms between the finger changes became one, and the handprints became more complex and changeable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The white butterflies go from simple to delicate, from blurry to clear.

Click, the sound of breaking sounded, and the butterfly suddenly shattered into countless tiny fragments, flying towards Miyoko.

If you look closely, there are small fragments that are clearly white butterflies of different sizes.

The butterflies are like a tide, and they swallow Miyoko in an instant.

The hoarse bells rang lower and lower, and finally fell silent, but the young man's expression added a bit of solemnity.

"It is worthy of being one of the enchantments of the new generation. The boy seemed to be amazed and sarcastic.

The wind tore through the cocoon wrapped in the snow butterflies with the sound of the cloth tearing, her hair was messy, and the red marks on her exposed snow-white skin were intertwined, and Miyoko's expression was very embarrassed.

Mai An was eager to try as if he wanted to make up for it, the corner of his eyes swept over Bei Han and put down the broken arrow that had been raised slightly, and turned to stare at the quasi-special student who came up behind him with blazing eyes.

Don't help that guy!

At least before he opened his mouth for help...... Mai An added in his heart.

"But that's it, it's actually worth some people's effort!It's really confusing~!" Miyoko looked angry, especially after faintly feeling someone's breath, she was even more crazy.

But is that so? Xia Wei showed a smile of unknown reason at the corner of her mouth, quietly straightened her fingertips, pursed her red lips and prepared to watch a good show, that was a proud guy, although he couldn't see it, but his pride was a little stubborn.

The young man's robe is not stained with dust, his expression is dark and uncertain, and he smiles at dusk, although he is covered by a mask and cannot see the whole face, but there is a more delicate beauty than a hundred flowers blooming, intimidating, like a seed that cannot be eradicated, as long as there are enough nutrients, it can grow wantonly in the heart.

"Confusion is also a way to die. ”

Xia Wei's eyes shrank, and the knuckles of Mai An's hand holding the broken sword turned faintly white, and the joiners behind him gasped as if they wanted to suck out all the air around them.

The red marks on Miyoko's body are actually made up of countless small dots, and at this time, each of these dots turns into a little crystal, at least on the surface.

How could this poison be so superficial, wouldn't it be worthy of the name of its three-foot ice! The young man looked at the expressions of the people around him and sneered in his heart.

Miyoko's body is becoming more and more crystalline, and she can already see the bones through the flesh and blood, but Miyoko still looks at the boy with a mocking smile as if she is unconscious.

The speed at which the ice crystals spread and spread very quickly, and from the time they appeared to Miyoko becoming transparent, it was only a breath or so that they could not be obtained.

There was a trace of sympathy and pity in the eyes of people other than the boy, but their hearts were full of fear and jealousy for the bright white fluttering butterfly.

What a terrible butterfly! What a strange boy! Don't provoke it, get rid of it! This is almost everyone's heart, looking at the young man with a calm face and still smiling, everyone shuddered.

The boy pulled away.

Another ice lotus rose slowly, and the boy interrupted Miyoko's words with a sigh and rang the bell of chaos.

"Crushed. "Whispering, tactful and poignant.

"Ruschel, you say ......" Miyoko's last expression was fixed on the smugness.

In an instant, the ice lotus flew up like a frightened bird.

One after another, those who have heard and those who have not heard of it, each name represents the enchantment of a new generation.

The grains were crystal clear, the ice beads were splashing everywhere, and the drops of blood condensed in this pale patch were so conspicuous and vivid.

……

"It's really distressing to die a nice little guy! ”

"Hmph!" the white-haired old man Heidenson made a muffled sound from his nostrils to the short-haired brown man, "You don't need to worry about it, the old man will take care of it." ”

I wonder if he is angry at the death of a bewitching woman, or sighing for those who have died in vain! or worried about the purple sea of sewage insects?

……

"Fight!" the tall young man with a long sword in his hand took the lead in attacking with a handsome face.

All kinds of spiritual power spells were like a monstrous wave that wanted to drown the young man, the eyebrows under the young man's mask furrowed, and he sighed with worry in his heart, and his figure left the place like a ghost and disappeared without a trace.

The psychic sword light fell on the throne only to be returned, and a large pit was blown out before the throne, and the throne floated on it.

"The final feast begins. The sound of a spring flowing like the moon seemed to sound in everyone's ears, with a little helplessness and pride.

Countless white ice butterflies are flying around, but there are people dodging everywhere in the beautiful sight, and failing to dodge means being out.

It's all a generation of Tianjiao, who has a transparent glass heart, even if they don't know what this ice butterfly is, but they also know that it is definitely not a friendly greeting, and looking at the dodging person and the serious seriousness and jealousy on his face, he understands that this is a poison and medicine that cannot be touched.

Except for a few arrogant people who reflect their slower self-sustaining strength, no one else has been out of the game under the ice butterfly, and the spirit or the blade has protected their respective masters tightly, and this ice butterfly is like a moth to a fire that knows whether it is death or no return.

"Night Demon, show your skills! This kind of little trick is not too bad to be on the table!" Mai An roared aggrievedly, these damn moths, he can't get close to that bastard at all, how to kill him!

"Can't get on the stage?" the young man sneered: "All the means are just for victory, who is more noble than whom." ”

In the shadow of the hood, the young man's sarcastic laughter came from a bitter mouth, if he could, how could he be willing to win this disrespectful victory by such means, if he could, he would also want to fight with dignity.

It's a pity that his spiritual power, his body doesn't allow him to take such risks, and the ability he can use is a little less than one-third of the total core, and this feeling of restraint also makes the young man quite aggrieved, so he is more eager and persistent to win, all for the woman or girl opposite, Xia Wei, Si Yun Xia Wei The flame in Xia Wei's hand.

As long as he gets it, he no longer needs to use spiritual power to wrap and suppress the cold in his body, and when he fights, he can let go of his hands and feet without any scruples and win everything that the winner deserves!

"Go!" sighed the Ice. The white wings spread with the young man's bleak and empty and helpless tone, and the slightest ice blue crack spread like a broken product that was glued together, and like a perfect porcelain with a delicate aura of ice cracks.

Where the ice butterflies fly, the ice-blue cold air condenses into beads and rolls down, and this ice and snow field is like being eroded by the harsh winter in early spring, and it changes with the butterflies at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Whether it is the body, blood, or spiritual power, it is as if it is frozen, and it is slow to move.