Ling Yuwei didn't know anything about this plan.

The snow stopped, and the moon was like water, reflected on the snow, and the night was like day.

It was a cold night, Ling Yuwei didn't feel the slightest sleep, she sat next to the desk by the window, stroked her aching heart with her hand, lowered her head slightly and coughed.

When she finally stopped coughing, her pale face flushed slightly.

Although the Tianxing Daoist was a skilled doctor, this injury was caused by the Mo Yu Sword, and he was able to save her life, but he could not expel the cold that invaded her heart and lungs.

She closed her eyes slightly, and listened intently for a moment.

It was the coldest moment of the twilight mountain, the world under the snow was silent, and occasionally the dry branches could not withstand the pressure of the snow, and the sound of "snapping" and breaking.

Rarely, the wind stopped.

Ling Yuwei got up slowly, directly pushed open the window, and turned over to the outer room.

Carrying up the lost steps, it only took a moment, and then he went out of the wing.

The stump gate is also built according to the terrain, Ling Yuwei's footwork is superb, and there is no trace of stepping on the snow.

Picking up the lost steps, in an instant, she remembered Shen Yu, her heart moved slightly, her feet slowed down, and at this moment, she only heard a cough, and her steps couldn't help sinking.

"Miss Ling is a guest from afar, but what is the reason for leaving without telling me today?"

She stopped and turned around, and two meters away stood a tall middle-aged man, squinting, with a long scar on the left side of his face, from his sideburns to his lips.

His expression was inexplicable, he didn't distinguish between joy and anger, and he stared at Ling Yuwei with one eye.

Behind him, on the left and right, stood Tiangang and the earth.

Her heart suddenly burst, and when she saw this posture, she knew that this person was the master of the stump door, Wu Qiu'er's father, Wu Bu.

I knew her identity so quickly, and I stopped her at this time, but I was afraid that I wouldn't be good.

Her mind turned countless times, but her face did not show anything, and she only smiled slightly.

"When the juniors come to your place, there are a lot of disturbances, and I have always felt uneasy, so I want to leave, and ask the seniors to make it convenient. ”

"Oh?"

Wu Buqian pulled the corners of his lower lip, the scar on his face was too long, this smile was better than not laughing, it was as hideous as a yaksha.

"What if the old man insists that you be a guest here?"

"Thank you for the kindness of the seniors, the younger generations still have important things, and it is difficult to obey their lives!"

"That being the case, I can't say that the old man wants to keep the girl. ”

The Tianshu Sword in Ling Yuwei's hand was slowly raised, and Tiangang outflanked it left and right.

At this time, the sky was shining up and down, and there was no need to talk nonsense, Ling Yuwei stood in the middle of the field, the Tianshu sword reflected the snow light, and the horizontal sword cut in just a flash.

The wind slashed continuously, striking left and right, and the snow particles danced wildly, enveloping the three of them in it.

The two sides fought for a long time, and Tiangang was forced by her sword wind, and he always couldn't get close, let alone take her down.

Wu Buyu squinted at one eye and snorted coldly, raised his palms slightly, poured palm power into his palms, and as soon as his body moved, he had already come to the field.

As soon as he came, he shook his palm and jumped out of the field.

Ling Yuwei raised her eyebrows and sneered, "It turns out that you Heavenly Demon Palace are all such shameless people. ”

Fang Yiming is like this, and so is Wu Buxian, who is the master of the door.

Where the shameless crowd lived, Ling Yuwei complained in her heart, and sneered twice with "hehe" on her mouth, and the qi of the dantian ran all over her body, and finally injected into the Tianshu Sword.

In an instant, the Tianshu sword was magnificent, grabbing people's eyes, she stepped on the lost step, her toes were slightly pointed, she spun up, the sword qi urged, and the "Thousand Phantom Shadows" slashed out with a sword.

There seemed to be a sword light flashing in her starry eyes, and a long sword roar sounded from the Tianshu Sword in midair.

Wu Buji's pupils shrank, this sword momentum surprised him, his heavenly palm power had already accumulated momentum, however, the girl held the long sword, turned into several phantoms, like a phoenix dancing for nine days, opened and closed, and pressed down.

The sword qi arrived, rolling up thousands of piles of snow, and suddenly came.

Wu Buxian was shocked in his heart, "This ...... Is this a Thousand Phantom Shadows?"

His heart sank, and when he saw several sword lights coming to him, he didn't dare to keep his hand, and poured all the power of the Heavenly Absolute Palm into his palms, raising his palms to resist.

The swords and palms intersected, and there was a loud bang, and both sides took a few steps back.

A wisp of blood flowed from the corner of Ling Yuwei's mouth, she didn't wipe it, Tianshu sword was raised, and the tip of the sword pointed at Wu Buqian from afar, but instead "giggled".

She was originally born beautiful, because she was injured by Nangong Jing before, and she was in the cold snowy region, her face was pale, and she looked sick and weak, and at this time, the corners of her lips were bloody, although she was smiling, her eyebrows and eyes were full of evil energy, which added a bit of demonic energy to her.

"Old thing, try to take my sword again!"

Wu Buqian didn't dare to move, he couldn't help but vomit blood even if he moved.

Although Fang Cai used the strength of the Heavenly Absolute Palm to resist, the sword qi of the Tianshu Sword still hurt him.

I secretly wondered in my heart, even if she obtained the inheritance of the Three Demon Ghost Sword, her skill would not be so high!

Over the years, he had learned a lot of secrets, and he had thought that Ling Yuwei had something to do with the one guarding the Cloud Sword Peak in the Twilight Mountain, and wanted to leave her at the Stump Gate in the hope that she would be useful in the future.

Unexpectedly, her claws were quite sharp, and more importantly, her Three Demon Sword, at first he really didn't notice the Tianshu Sword, even if it looked familiar at first, it wouldn't connect Feng Tianzhuo with this little girl.

Wu Buxian's thoughts had turned countless times in a moment's time, so did Fang Yiming know about the arrival of the Ghost Sword Descendant, and the one on Cloud Sword Peak would also meet her sooner or later.

Ling Yuwei, he can't force him to stay now.

However, if you stop and let her go, you will be unwilling.

Fang Yiming wanted to enter the underground palace to find the Heavenly Palace Magic Codex, why didn't he want to?

The key to open the mechanism, in addition to the Heavenly Demon Order, also has to inherit the exercise-the power of the Heavenly Demon.

After all, he was the master of a sect, and he had made up his mind and was about to speak, but at this moment, he only heard a clear cough.

"For the sake of a little woman, the master of the Wu Sect actually did it himself, and he was not afraid of losing your identity?"

The voice of the person who came was extremely familiar, it was Fang Yiming.

He was still dressed in a cloth shirt, dressed as a scribe, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his slender eyes stared at Ling Yuwei, making her hair stand on end.

"It turned out to be the Left Protector!"

Fang Yiming smiled "haha", "When I said goodbye that day, it has been nearly ten years in a blink of an eye, and when I come back, it is already a matter of things!"

When Feng Tianzhuo was there, the original left and right protectors of the Heavenly Demon Palace were not dead, he went to the rivers and lakes in a chic manner, and no one else could persuade him, so he didn't want the Heavenly Demon Palace to reappear in the world, and he had to dissolve the Heavenly Demon Palace.

As soon as he left, the Heavenly Demon Palace was directly chaotic into a pile of scattered sand, and no one obeyed anyone.

The left protector simply wanted to be the palace master himself, and the right protector Dongfang Po was heartfelt to Feng Tianzhuo, he felt that even if Feng Tianzhuo was not the palace master, it would not be the turn of others to covet the position of the palace master, and the two had a big fight, and the result was that the left protector was seriously injured and died, leaving Dongfang to build Yuji City, aiming to protect the Heavenly Demon Palace, and then began to pursue the reform of the exercises, and finally went mad and died.

His Yuji City fell into the hands of his second son, Dongfang Liang.

The Heavenly Demon Palace fell apart, the previous generation of elder protectors slowly died, each with its own way of dying, the new generation of left protectors is Fang Yiming, he had seen Feng Tianzhuo's peerless demeanor from afar, it was impossible not to envy it, which man wanted to start a career by himself.

People leave names, trees take pictures.

Just like Feng Tianzhuo, even if he has not been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, the rivers and lakes still have his legends.

Why can the Feng family produce geniuses, and others can do the same.

Fang Yiming and Wu Buqi looked at each other, and everyone unexpectedly went over the past in their minds.