Feixue Zhenren smiled at Lang Li, which made Lang Li hairy, I don't know what this Feixue Zhenren means, Lang Li is a young man after all, and he always looks unnatural in the face of Feixue Zhenren. Pen&Fun&Pavilion www.biquge.info Novel.23txt.

"Lang Li, sure enough, it's better to see than to hear, no wonder that girl like smoke is dead set on you, what a talent!" Feixue real person teased.

One sentence made Lang Li blush, and the smoke expression in the audience was unnatural, attracting the attention of everyone around.

"Feixue is really smiling!" Lang Li didn't know what to say, and was very embarrassed.

"I heard that you injured my third junior brother and defeated Feiliu in Wuji Tower, I still don't understand, where did you get such a great ability at such a young age?"

"Feixue real people laughed, I was just lucky."

"Yo! It's quite modest, you are very angry with me, I can consider letting you! ”

Lang Li stopped talking, pulled out the wooden sword at his waist, and held it across his chest.

Feixue Zhenren stopped joking, pulled out the Han Ling sword and pointed it at Lang Li, the two really started to move, but they didn't see how humble Feixue Zhenren was to Lang Li.

Han Ling Sword, the sword that Feixue Zhenren has been wearing, this sword is snow-white, the hilt is tied with a white ayako, and the slender sword body is like cold ice, and the cold air is close to people's hearts.

Feixue Zhenren is the only female Taoist priest of Wujiguan, many years ago, Kunlunzi traveled the world, traveled to Qilin Mountain, and met Feixue who wanted to throw himself into the cliff on the cliff, Kunlunzi out of kindness, saved Feixue, so since then, Feixue has been following Kunlunzi, and became Kunlunzi's second disciple.

Feixue's real family name is Hui'er, and the swordsmith Chenfeng is a pair of fairy couples, many years ago, Chenfeng was forced to cast a sword, and was killed because he couldn't cast a sword to compete with the ten famous swords, Hui'er was heartbroken and wanted to follow Chenfeng, and at this time, Kunlunzi appeared in her life.

Hui'er followed Kunlunzi back to Wuji Temple, this stay was thirty years, and in thirty years, Hui'er never went down the mountain, in her life there was only Wuji Temple, and there was endless practice.

Since Lang Li came to Wuji Temple, Feixue Zhenren has noticed him, Lang Li's words and deeds make her not feel reminded of her deceased husband Chenfeng, not how similar Lang Li looks, but the kind of indisputable but stubborn character deeply attracted her, so she felt kind to Lang Li.

Of course, Lang Li doesn't know anything about these things, but Lang Li's mission is by no means lighter than that of Feixue Zhenren.

Kunlunzi changed his indifferent appearance in the past, and his expression became nervous, which inevitably made Gongsun Yunliang feel strange.

"Brother Kunlun, are you worried?"

Kunlunzi sighed and said, "I'm worried about Lang Li, I don't know if he can pass the flying snow level!" ”

"Oh? How do you say this, is this Feixue real person very strong? Gongsun Yunliang was puzzled.

"She is very strong, and at the same time the resentment in her heart is very deep, if she loses her mind, I don't know if Lang Li can withstand it."

"Brother, she is your apprentice, don't you know her strength?"

"Of course I know Feixue's strength, what I'm worried about is that if she loses her mind, I'm afraid she will fight for her life, and at that time, I'm afraid that only by killing her can I stop this."

As he was talking, he had already started to move his hand on the stage, and Feixue Zhenren was extremely fast, accompanied by the ethereal sound of sword dancing, Han Ling Sword approached Lang Li with a cold air.

Lang Li was not in a hurry, saw the move, and raised his sword to meet him, but at this moment, Han Ling's sword suddenly changed, and three sword marks appeared, Lang Li's sword was quickly retracted, and he retreated again and again, but Han Ling's sword seemed to have eyes, like a shadow, and he saw the edge of the stage, and in desperation, Lang Li had to jump up, but he still didn't dodge, and a sword directly tore open Lang Li's placket, and the entire sleeve was torn off.

Lang Li was sweating, and he didn't dare to underestimate this Feixue Zhenren anymore, if he was not careful, he would die here, although Feixue Zhenren said that he would let himself, but if he really started to do it, it was not like that at all.

"What, are you scared?" Feixue said with a real smile.

Lang Li's face was solemn, and the secret path was so strong, this woman's strength was by no means comparable to Feiliu Zhenren.

Buzz Buzz......

The voice came from nowhere, Lang Li suddenly felt dizzy, and there was a heavy sense of depression in his heart, as if he was wrapped in something, and in a trance, there were three people standing in front of him, each with a smile, but this smile was mixed with cruelty and resentment.

Lang Li secretly said that it was not good, and before he could react, he felt a tingling pain in his left shoulder, and shook his head vigorously, only to realize that the Han Ling Sword had been stabbed on his shoulder.

Burst......

Drawing his sword and spurting blood, donating blood and splattering the entire Wuyuntai, Lang Lixun took a few steps back, the wound was cold, and the pain was like a heart.

Gongsun Yunliang in the audience frowned, he knew Lang Li's strength best, even in the face of more than a dozen master-level figures, he didn't see him injured so quickly, what kind of person is this Feixue Zhenren.

Confidence seemed to be worn away little by little by Feixue Zhenren, replaced by deep fear, Lang Li closed his eyes, trying to calm himself, but Feixue Zhenren's sword arrived again.

"Brother Gongsun, do you think Lang Li can still win?" Kunlunzi asked in a deep voice.

"In the current situation, it's basically impossible."

Linglong didn't understand, raised his head and asked, "Brother Lang Li hasn't used the Liuyun Sword Technique yet, how can he lose!" ”

Gongsun Yunliang smiled bitterly and said: "Lang Li's Liuyun Sword Technique is the same as his Netherworld Divine Palm, it is the initial stage, not a complete body, and the Liuyun Sword Technique is to win by degrees, but in the current situation, Feixue's degree is not weaker than Lang Li's, so that the Liuyun Sword Technique can only resist for a while, and it is basically impossible to defeat Feixue." The problem now is that Feixue has suppressed Lang Li in terms of momentum alone, and now he can only rely on himself. ”

Kunlun Zi nodded, Gongsun Yunliang analyzed it very well, and if it goes on like this, as long as Lang Li can save his life, it will be a great luck.

"They've only been fighting for a few rounds, so we can't say that yet!" Ruyan said worriedly.

Gongsun Yunliang sighed and said: "A person's strength is not determined by the length of the battle, even if some people don't make a move, he has already won, but now it is really too early to say that Lang Li has lost, unless ......"

"Unless what?" Ruyan Linglong asked in unison.

"Breakthrough!"

"Breakthrough?"

"Yes, break through, as long as Lang Li can break through himself, no matter how strong Feixue is, he can't resist Lang Li."

Ruyan and Linglong seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and their eyes were shining brightly at Lang Li, but then Kunlunzi's words seemed to pour a basin of cold water.

"As Brother Gongsun said, now only by breaking through, Lang Li can win this battle, but how simple is it to break through, some people have not broken through for more than ten years, and some people have not been able to do it in their lifetime."

They spoke in the blink of an eye, and Lang Li had several more wounds on his body, and his white clothes were already dyed blood-red, and he was forced to turn around by Feixue Zhenren.

Fear is deeply entangled in Lang Li, which makes it difficult for him to walk, and his body has become sluggish.

The hand holding the wooden sword has begun to tremble, is this my limit? Lang Oak asked himself.

There seems to be a voice in the dark that reminds me that fear is a person's greatest natural enemy.

Bite......

The wooden sword then chopped down the Han Ling Sword, Lang Li shouted with both arms, and pushed Feixue Zhenren out, and he retreated far away to the edge of the stage, the wooden sword was on the ground, panting heavily.

"Scared? Hehe...... As long as you admit to losing, I will let you go, rest assured, you will not be ashamed to lose in my hands! ”

Lang Li didn't say anything, slowly closed his eyes, and shut out all sounds.

Time seemed to stop, all the sounds around him were quiet, and even he felt that his breath was gone, and there was only himself and a sword in his mind, and this sword was not his wooden sword but the water cold sword.

There was an icy air flow in the lower abdomen again, and the water cold sword actually moved on its own, waving it in the turbid world, and then the blade of the sword turned and went straight to the heart.

Suddenly, the turbid world disappeared, and the noisy voice came again, and when he opened his eyes, the Han Ling Sword had already reached his eyes, and even touched his eyelashes.

Syllable......

To everyone's surprise, Lang Li actually caught the Han Ling Sword with his two fingers, and with a wave of his hand, he directly threw out the Feixue Zhenren Bowl Sword, and the latter was also shocked, churning in the air, and standing steadily in place.

"He broke through!" Linglong exclaimed. Ruyan is also a bright eyebrow.

It's just that Gongsun Yunliang and Kunlunzi didn't speak, and the two frowned, not as happy as Ruyan and Linglong.

"He didn't break through." Gongsun Yunliang's basin of cold water extinguished their hopes again.

"How could it be, Lang Li only caught that sword with his fingers!" Linglong was not convinced.

"Huh...... Linglong, what your father said is right, Lang Li did not break through, he just defeated the fear in his heart. Kunlun Zi said.

"Then now can Brother Lang win against Feixue Zhenren?" Ruyan asked hurriedly.

"Can't!" Kunlun Zi said categorically.

"Why?"

"Because Lang Li has only overcome fear, and Feixue has not yet used her true strength!"

At that moment, Feixue Zhenren was indeed surprised, but when she calmed down, she suddenly smiled: "Little brother, your trick is really bluffing, I almost fell for you!" ”

Lang Li smiled, whatever he said, the confidence he used to be in the past seemed to be back.

"Huh...... It seems that I am still underestimated, what a headache! ”

When the words fell, Feixue Zhenren slowly tied the white silk on the hilt of the sword to his wrist, the smile on the corner of his mouth made people shudder, and the cold Ling Sword slowly floated out, like snow in the cold winter, and its chill could be felt from afar.

"Little brother, don't blink, or you'll miss a lot of things!"