For Frost City, the beauty that can't be obtained will be completely destroyed. If this is true for the cold, it is also true for the others. Getting the recipe for half a roll of immortal elixir doesn't satisfy Cold Frost City. And destroying the resurrection of Leng Yun is an inevitable move.

The wind and snow continued, entering the thirteen peaks in front of the Hanlu people, the father and son of Cold Frost City had different thoughts, one was thinking about how to prevent Leng Yun's resurrection, and the other was expecting but feeling tormented.

The atmosphere was stiff and treacherous, three people in front and one person in the back, heading to the resting place of the old man on the top of the proud peak.

The lonely tomb was erected on the top of the mountain, under the crystal clear ice, and there lay a beautiful woman with a serene and quiet expression, whose face was no different from that of ordinary people, as if she had only fallen into a deep sleep.

"Senior, Xiao Zhongjian has come to visit you. ”

At the end of the line, through the not thick transparent ice, Xiao Zhongjian stopped and stopped, his eyes revealing a little complicated meaning.

What kind of affection does Leng Yun have in his heart, it is still difficult to say what kind of sword in Xiao Zhong is at this moment. However, he understands the nature of Leng Yun very well, and the family feud is difficult to throw, but Xiao Zhongjian rarely thinks more.

However, cold drunk......

Inevitably, after a long time, Xiao Zhongjian calmed down, his eyes condensed, and the sword qi in his palm instantly slashed the ground, digging out a piece of ice and soil that was one zhang long and wide, and more than three feet thick.

Leng Yun, who couldn't wait for it, re-entered his eyes, and Cold Frost City's evil feeling rose sharply when he saw this, and his jealousy became even stronger, frowning and saying disrespectfully: "Xiao Zhongjian, you are not allowed to touch any part of Leng Yun's limbs." ”

"Rest assured, there is no need for physical contact. ”

Wen Renran consciously stood in front of Cold Frost City, glanced at the cold drunkenness with his changing complexion, and then said to the sword: "Before taking the immortal medicine, I will first restore the vitality of the sword weaver's body, and I will rely on you to protect it during this time." ”

The blue eyes flashed cold, but he couldn't do it in front of the cold drunkenness, and the sword in the Xiao turned his back to the cold frost city, secretly concentrating on guard.

"Brother Cold, I'm sorry for you to help take care of it next. ”

Looking closely at the back of Xiao Zhongjian, he said coldly: "This matter is safe to me." With my father and I here, we will never let anyone else get close. ”

Your father is the one to be wary of...... Forget it, anyway, with the sword in the pipe, no matter how much Cold Frost City jumps, it is impossible to break through the defense line of the two.

Thinking a little helplessly, Wen Renran walked forward and approached the ice coffin, and stopped at the moment when Cold Frost City was about to exhale.

The two fingers of his right hand pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and suddenly a fluorescent flowing color divine source appeared out of his body, swinging a circle of colorful ripples in the air. Shenyuan slowly approached, hanging above the ice coffin, transmitting the energy of the source of life, gradually awakening the woman's restrained vitality.

Although they didn't see any signs of resurrection, the determined expressions of the two of them still made Cold Frost City feel bad.

With the intention of taking advantage of the cold drunkenness, Cold Frost City can't be too obvious. The power of dark luck is transmitted through the underground, and the endless blazing energy of the earth bypasses the cold drunk and approaches the cold ice coffin.

The heat causes the ice to melt faster, and the snow trickles to the side, then freezes in the cold.

Seeing this scene, his heart was straightforward and cold, and he only thought that it was a vision caused by the divine source, and he did not doubt him at all.

However, he knew that the divine source did not have this effect, and because he was extremely cold, he noticed the abnormal shape of the sword in the Xiaozhong, and with a light sigh in his mouth, the black coat shook against the wind, and the quick-frozen cold instantly protected the ice coffin.

"Hmmm......"

once promised Leng Yun that he would not let Leng Drunk lose his innocence if he lived for a day.

The sword in the flute did not break, but without saying a word, it blocked the true qi of Cold Frost City, silently blocking between Cold Frost and Cold Frost City.

The energy of ice and fire continued to impact, and seeing that the two of them were fighting fiercely, they became even more disgusted with this person in Cold Frost City, and immediately increased the effect of the divine source when they heard it.

The stalemate changed again after Wen Renran suddenly slapped and shattered the ice.

"What do you do?"

Leng drunk looked nervous and rushed up, waiting to see that Leng Yun was unharmed before he put his mind at ease. In the cold frost city on the side, he had no intention of fighting anymore, and his face suddenly changed greatly, and his eyes were full of fierceness.

Without waiting for Cold Frost City to take the opportunity to make trouble, Wen Renran already said: "Next, as long as the power of the immortal medicine is turned into the cold body, the cold drunk brother will let go." ”

"Leng drunk, do you really want Leng Yun to take outsiders' medicinal pills?"

His lips opened and closed several times, and he hesitated for a moment and said, "But Aunt Leng's body is indeed active." ”

"Frost City,"

"Hmph, then it's up to you. Leng Yun is fine, I'm going to leave first, won't you go with me?"

"Father?"

Cold Frost City was silent and didn't answer, but went down the mountain, leaving behind a stunned look and a cold drunk that didn't know what to do.

"Little brother, the Cold Frost House is right down the mountain. When the Swordweaver comes back to life, it's not too late to see your father. "At this time, how can you let Cold Frost City transfer the cold drunk away and give the enemy a chance in vain, Wen Renran will not do it.

And the reason why Cold Frost City is so happy is because he knows that Leng Yun and Xiao Zhongjian will never break the past with cold drunkenness, and eat the bandit mind of a good person?

There was a rare moment of coldness in his eyes, and Wen Renran's one-foot short sword in his sleeve flew out at a moment when the other two didn't notice, catching up with the departing Cold Frost City.

The environment of the Twelve Peaks of Proud Peaks has an extreme impact on most people's martial arts, but the Divine Sword Spirit, which is connected with their own sword hearts, is not among them......

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The snow was fluttering, and the middle-aged swordsman did not wait for the cold drunk, and left the cold frost and cold house with boundless anger and vicious thoughts of devastating revenge, and headed towards the outside of the proud peak.

Once upon a time, the admiration for the Swordweaver has turned into today's distorted dominating mentality. In the past, the pious pursuit of kendo has also evolved into a persistent delusion of restraining the testimony of the Xiao family.

And one qiē, all because of the damn Xiao Zhenyue's father and son, they shouldn't have come to Aofeng!

Jealousy is hard to suppress, and the poisonous nature burns reason, pushing away one's own responsibility. Otherwise, to this day, Leng Yun has long been his hit, and Tianzhipin is even more at will.

It's a pity that this qiē doesn't belong to me anymore......

Touching the formula of the immortal elixir on his chest, Cold Frost City knew that even if it was only half a volume, it was a strange thing to live in.

As long as you find a healer who is good at Gu **, you will be able to exchange it for the items you need. At that time, if you get drunk and poisoned, you can get it back completely.

Cold, cold...... There is a fantasy in my mind that I can't give up, but I also see a cold and beautiful woman in front of me who shouldn't be on top of the proud peak.

A touch of cuidai, a foot-long thin and light sword, held in the hands of the girl in white clothes under the wind and snow. The red rope hair, the long ponytail swaying gently with the wind, and the emerald eyes of the sword spirit are like a pool of quiet lake water, pure and clear.

Just when Cold Frost City was on alert and her fingers were on the mercy of heaven and man, the girl in white was speechless for a moment, and then, it was the most brisk sword exchange.

The sword became a son and mother, and Danqing saw that it had not yet been cast, and he had already obtained a green dai. On the one-foot sword body that is clear green and close to ink, a lifelike three-green dragon pattern is engraved.

Made of condensed dragon bone essence, the blade of a sword as thin as a cicada's wings and sharper than an ice moth touches the mercy of heaven and man in the hands of Cold Frost City.

Although it is the same heavenly artifact, it is only a quarter of Nirvana, and between the moves of Cold Frost City, it is actually shocked that the invincible sword in his hand is difficult to gain the upper hand at this moment.

And the girl in front of her is not restricted by the environment of Aofeng, and the wonder of her sword skills and the purity of her sword intent are rare in this life.

I can't imagine that there will be anyone who has this holiday with me, Cold Frost City turned his mind, and the sky swept a frost and frost resistance in the style of a drunken moon, and retreated to ask: "Who is Your Excellency, who is instructed by whom, and why is it ruthless?"

"Huh?"

Hearing this, the sword spirit immediately stopped and tilted his head to think seriously.

Seeing this, Cold Frost City thought that there was a play, and he was deeply confident in his own ability, and was ready to withdraw from the battle as long as he heard the name and surname of the enemy, and stayed away from Aofeng, leaving it for the follow-up plan in the future, waiting for a reply.

Unexpectedly, the girl in white just opened her clear eyes, shook her head and replied, "Don't say it." ”

As soon as the two words that were cold and clear into the heart fell, Cold Frost City was enraged by the teasing. However, the sword spirit's blank paper mind just obeyed the master's order and refused to talk nonsense.

Seeing the twin poles of the sword movement of the cold frost city, the raging fire pierced through the sky and melted the snow, which was in line with the sword spirit's intention to die.

Danqing saw the wonderful tricks of flowers, and when he was asleep, he had become a number of products. Man stood still, letting the endless fire invade and pass through.

The sword of Cold Frost City worked, and when he was relieved, he was shocked to see that it was only an illusory illusion in front of him, and the killing chill had been hidden from all directions.

"Frost and Fire Bipolar!"

In terms of cultivation alone, as the upper level of the swordsman, Cold Frost City is not general, and he is panicked and calm, and the mercy of heaven and man comes out in the direction of Cui Dai's appearance.

The long sword and the short sword were at one point, and he vaguely heard that the sword body was not supported, and Cold Frost City immediately urged Yuan Gong to get out.

"Condensation!"

At the beginning of the supernatural power, the space was frozen in an instant, and Cold Frost City suddenly felt that its internal breath stopped, and it was not allowed to force half a move.

Seizing the moment of the disorder in the Cold Frost City, the girl in white held the Cui Dai Cheek in her hand, and the magic of the hundred herbs and flowers was used together, and the divine power was fused with Gao Zhuo's swordsmanship, and she took the Cold Frost City directly.

"Hmph, Blizzard Cold Frost. ”

Seeing that this woman is not only excellent in swordsmanship, but also superb in magical skills, Cold Frost City has been extinguished and has the intention of fighting again. As soon as the idea moved, Cold Frost City wanted to go to the thirteenth peak, pulling Leng Zui and others into the water to meet the enemy.

Storm Frost does not want to hurt people but only seek obstacles, and Cold Frost City uses the Mercy of Heaven and Man Wind Bonus, turns around and goes in the direction of the thirteenth peak.

The girl in white held her sword to catch up, and the black kite floated in the air, and the snow in the sky seemed to condense into ice flowers, and continued to turn into an overwhelming sword qi, blocking the retreat of Cold Frost City.

In just a few breaths earned, the sword spirit was determined, and he did his best to pay for life and death with a sword.

"Frosty Thousand Mountains!"

The opposite side is about to make a move, the sword intent locks the body, and Cold Frost City knows that there is no way out, and the only way to survive is to fight for his life.

The sword qi is a thousand layers of snow waves, and the sword is infinite in the world. However, the desires of fallen people cannot arouse the full support of the mercy of heaven and man.

The heavy snow that was blowing one after another obscured the final blow of the two, but after hearing the sonorous sound of the sword, it was already the defeat of Cold Frost City, and it was devoured by the breath of frost and snow.

It's not like the name of the sword, but it's indifferent. The figure of the girl in white turned into reality, and she looked at the front of her lightly, and Cui Dai waved lightly again, and when she climbed the mountain, she cracked a corner, wrapped the body of the deceased into powder, and rolled down the cliff together, leaving no trace in the world.

The storm passed, and the avalanche was like a waterfall, as if washing the past, but it was unbearable. Leng Yun, who had just been resurrected at the thirteenth peak, felt a sense of regret and regret. Cold Frost City, which was buried deep in the depths of death, has no possibility of looking at the old man again.

In the dream, it may not be seen in the blue, and the world will not be sad after a long absence.

What can I do, the sword spirit simply doesn't know its taste, and the deceased is paranoid and can't get back to his heart. If you don't look back, you are already numb and cold, and you can't bear to meet again.

There is no attachment to distractions, the figure of the girl in white fades away, and the green glow of Cui Dai's cheeks shines, returning to the top of the mountain in the wind, leaving the wind and snow to cover the sun, and burying the worldly dust.

ps: Changed the names of these two chapters (remember the novel world in one second)