"Whoa-la-"

Su Mingyue's mottled long hair was windless and automatic, as if she was dancing along some mysterious trajectory, and a sense of rule arose.

The spiritual power around his body instantly rolled into a landscape painting, and three waterfalls that seemed to have the power of rules spun out, forming an unpredictable reverse lightning symbol, suspended above Su Mingyue's head.

"Ignorance is indeed a kind of sorrow. Qing Feng still had his lofty posture, shaking his head at Su Mingyue, "I don't even know how I died." ”

"How much do you know about me?" Su Mingyue's eyes flashed with a strange light, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was confident and meaningful.

Qing Feng waved the sleeve of his left hand, pointed his sword at Su Mingyue, and said slowly, "I have no interest in understanding people who are about to die, death is your only destination!"

The light that was extinguishing was disillusioned in Su Mingyue's eyes, and he sneered: "The ignorant are in a catastrophe!"

Qing Feng was speechless, the killing intent in his eyes was like a thousand-year-old ice that could not be dissolved, and the aura of rules escaped and spread around him.

"Sword Painting Ice Silk!"

The golden flames burned in Qingfeng's dazzling golden pupils, and his voice seemed to come from the sky, with an aura that seemed not to belong to the world, which was heartbreaking, wrapped in a monstrous sword momentum, and came towards Su Mingyue overwhelmingly!

At this time, the heaven and earth were like a thin piece of silk, and the power of the invisible Dao and the surging power of the wish were all covered with a layer of crystal blue ice.

At the same time, the dark blue long sword in Qing Feng's hand, which was wrapped in sword qi, disappeared strangely, and there was only a piece of ice silk painted with despair in front of him.

The ruthless power of rules made Qing Feng's whole person even more indifferent, as if all the joys and sorrows in the world, prosperity and decay would not make him emotional.

"Do the rules still carry feelings?"

Su Mingyue instantly noticed the difference in Qingfeng, although she was slightly surprised, the excitement in her eyes was even greater.

The psionic lightsaber was still in the air, but Su Mingyue waved the nine-character balance in his hand without hesitation, "It doesn't matter if you have feelings or not, people like you are destined to lack love, and they deserve it!"

"You can only use some tongue, and I can let you rest completely!"

Qing Feng glanced at Su Mingyue coldly and then ignored it, and with a wave of his hand, the power of the rules surged, and he attacked Su Mingyue with his sword move.

Seeing this, Su Mingyue suddenly turned into Mingyue, waved her sword awe-inspiringly, and moved forward!

In just an instant, Su Mingyue's whole person was shrouded in the ice silk carved with the sword, and he was no longer clear about his figure in it.

Qing Feng looked at all this indifferently, but he seemed to have stayed out of it.

He sighed imperceptibly, waved his tattered sleeve robe vigorously, raised his head to look at the strange and perfect purple moon in the sky, and stood with his hands in his hands, as if he had endured a great sorrow.

Those indifferent golden eyes were engraved with an emotion that no one knew......

That year, Qingfeng was seven years old.

That night, the same full moon.

That year, Qingfeng was not surnamed Qing, his surname was Ye.

His name is Ye Feng.

The night was cool, but the campfires by the sea were warm, the sky was full of beautiful stars, and this remote coastal village was not overly open, and although it was poor, it was simple and warm, as if it belonged to a soul.

Ye Feng quietly listened to his grandfather tell the story of the sword fairy who lived in the sea area in the south, the beating flames lined Ye Feng's warm and jade-like face red, he looked at the hazy vicissitudes under the light of the bonfire, and meditated quietly.

Wild and bizarre.

Ye Feng didn't have parents, he just had a grandfather who was very famous in the village.

Because it was too far away from the town, Ye Feng's grandfather was the only teacher in the village.

In Ye Feng's eyes, his grandfather was very knowledgeable, and there seemed to be nothing in the world that he didn't know.

In the legend, the sword fairy of the South China Sea lives in the city that never sleeps, free and elegant, flying to the sky, riding the waves and riding the clouds, the long sword is accompanied by the blue clothes, and the road will draw the sword to help.

Fighting the sword world, this is the purpose of the city that never sleeps, no matter what the situation, it is the word "benevolence and righteousness". Ye Feng was extremely yearning for this, especially when he saw the appearance of the Sword Immortal with his own eyes, the idea of becoming a Sword Immortal was even stronger.

It was a stormy day, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to cover the entire sky behind it, and the sky and the earth were dim and dark, except for the fierce roar of the sea wind, only the raging tsunami remained.

This impoverished remote fishing village is like a boat in the sea, drifting powerlessly, let the wind and rain blow.

A wave several meters high suddenly slapped towards Ye Feng, who was only five years old who was packing up fishing gear with his grandfather, and the majestic waves pressed Ye Feng unable to move, and the breath of death was so strong that he almost suffocated.

The waves that gradually enlarged in Ye Feng's pupils were like an invitation from the king of Hades, Ye Feng only had time to close his eyes in despair, and the roar of the sea echoed wildly in his ears.

Seeing that the grandfather and grandson were about to die in this monstrous wave, a dark blue sword suddenly appeared, flying from the place where the sea and the sky meet!

The splendid sword blossom flowed, and the warm and powerful wish instantly enveloped the grandfather and grandson.

A weak-crowned young man in a green robe appeared in front of Ye Feng's eyes.

The terrifying waves that were several meters high lost his arrogant momentum the moment the weak-crowned young man appeared, and he retreated in an instant, but the sea did not stop because of this, and I saw a wave as high as ten feet high coming towards them with a ferocious momentum.

Blazing flames burned from the dazzling golden eyes of the weak-crowned youth, who held a dark blue sword in his hand, and his body was thin but like a high wall.

In the face of this monstrous wave, the weak-crowned young man calmly raised the long sword in his hand and pointed straight at the sky, the blue sword did not need any brewing, and appeared behind the long sword in an instant.

The sword qi is surging, like a vicissitude!

"The sword is in turmoil. ”

The young man's shouting voice fell on Ye Feng's ears, but it was extremely soft, like nephrite jade in the sunset, warming into people's hearts.

The sword momentum is surging, the sword waves are surging, and the weak-crowned young man at this moment is like a real immortal.

The sword rises, the wind and clouds are silent, the waves disappear and the sea is flat, and the sun, moon and sky are like torches!

The sea breeze blew, blowing the young man's clean and plain clothes, he stood with his hands in his hands, the long sword was held upside down, a regular rhyme flowed, and the dust was like a fairy.

Ye Feng finally opened his eyes, and in his bright eyes was the young man's delicate side face under the skylight.

Lang Xiao Haiping, the young man turned his head and smiled at Ye Feng, warm as jade.

Ye Feng stood there in a daze, but the young man had already ridden the wind.

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