Mo Qiu's brows were raised high, she had enough reason to be angry.

Whoever insults someone whom he sees as a father will not remain quiet.

There was a great fluctuation in the silence intent, and Feng Xiaohan was engrossed, staring at a certain place on Mo Qiu's body.

As soon as there is a gap there, he will rush in at all costs.

Although Mo Qiu's artistic conception of silence was no longer perfect, the sword momentum suddenly became fierce, and when the green sword light flashed, it seemed to be only a moment, but in fact, it actually stabbed out dozens of swords, making Feng Xiaohan difficult to defend.

The sword qi that overflowed penetrated the gap between his desolate sword and the sword domain defense, and fell on his body, leaving many blood marks.

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A snowflake blew from a very distant place, but when it came to the top of the Tianshan Mountain, it fell straight down, falling on the green silk of Moqiu, like a lone star in the night sky among the black hair like ink.

I don't know why I wasn't slashed by the sword qi.

The wind is blowing,

The wind travels from east to west, passing by the surface of the floating glacial lake at the top of the Tianshan Mountain, creating waves that prevent the water from freezing.

The surrounding snow was either blown down to the bottom of the mountain by this wind, or blown into the air and drifted farther away.

Mo Qiu was a little strange, because she didn't feel the flow of air, and even the hem of the black robe and her long silky hair showed no signs of dancing in the wind.

But the wind took away the Sword Domain, and that was the only thing that affected the two of them.

Or could it be that Feng Xiaohan dispersed the sword domain on his own......

Mo Qiu looked at him and felt that this matter was not simple, and he still did not stop attacking.

Feng Xiaohan held the scabbard in his left hand, barely resisting.

In today's battle on the top of the mountain, his sword was not unsheathed, and he had been fighting with the other party for so long, I was afraid that no one would believe him if he said it.

Feng Xiaohan squinted slightly, and let the three-foot blade open the scabbard of the Desert Sword and stab it into his chest.

The time has come!

The moment before the three-foot blade pierced into his body, Mo Qiu's eyes were full of flowers, and there was an extra wind Xiaohan in front of him.

The two Feng Xiaohan stood together, their bodies overlapping each other, just like the extremely rare conjoined babies in the folk, which looked very weird.

Mo Qiu thought to himself, could it be a great revenge, but he was dazzled and hallucinated when he was excited?

The next moment, something even weirder happened.

Mo Qiu's sword pierced Feng Xiaohan, who was standing in place, and the tip of the sword broke out from behind, but the imaginary feeling of cutting through skin and bones, and the scene of blood splashing did not happen.

It felt more like she had pierced into the air.

It was the same feeling as when she used her Hidden Blade to attack and kill the other party in front of the Heavenly Temple.

The golden ribbon on Feng Xiaohan's arm shook slightly, and Mo Qiu reacted instantly—the afterimage of the book drunk and attentive standing in place, and the one that overlapped with the afterimage, which she regarded as a false illusion mistaken by her, was the real Feng Xiaohan.

The bright light of the snow illuminated the surroundings, and the white snow that had not been blown up seemed even more dazzling.

Feng Xiaohan raised his right hand, holding a kitchen knife in his hand.

The wind was still howling, but it was still not coming, like a hole in a cloth bag that had been torn apart, and this was the hole where they were.

And what tore the wind curtain was Feng Xiaohan's knife intent.

The wind came from the east, so it should naturally be called the east wind, and of course there was a knife that could tear the east wind, and it was in the grassland.

Dongfeng breaking,

Feng Xiaohan was in Bianzhou City, and he read all the knife scores of Dongfeng Po at a very fast speed, and then memorized and learned it.

Ten thousand powers, ten thousand methods!

A knife that can be slashed even by the wind is naturally as thunderous as a thunderbolt.

With the vision brought by the east wind, Feng Xiaohan's Dongfeng Breaking Knife was magnified countless times, and it actually split those wandering silence intentions with a single sword.

But it didn't fall on the other party, but slashed at the green blade of the three-foot front.

As the daughter of two saints, Mo Qiu's qualifications and will were naturally extremely strong, and at the most critical moment, he subconsciously swept the green sword, barely holding the three-foot blade in front of him, and finally defended against the sword qi of the east wind.

As the most critical step in this battle, Feng Xiaohan poured all his strength into the kitchen knife, and Mo Qiu was logically unable to resist it at all.

But a kitchen knife is a kitchen knife after all, even if it is in good condition, it can't compare to a random sword on the sword record, not to mention that it is still a three-foot edge that is known for its sharpness.

A large gap appeared on the kitchen knife, and it was tightly bitten with the three-foot front, almost breaking in two.

Although Mo Qiu barely blocked it, he also paid a certain price, and while the meridians were painful, several subtle cracks also appeared in the wrist bones.

It all happened between the lightning and the flint, and the rabbit rose and fell, and it didn't even blink a hundredth of an eye.

The drunken afterimage left by Feng Xiaohan didn't even completely dissipate.

On the left side of his body, there was a shallow blood mark, which was injured by the sword qi when the three-foot blade passed through the afterimage.

A few days ago, Feng Xiaohan had used it at the bottom of Chimequan Lake to get drunk, and his aura had not fully recovered, so he could only move him out of a distance of seven steps, which was far from the thousand-mile teleportation in his heyday.

But it was enough for him to avoid the vital point and use the east wind to break through.

At the same time, there is also a reason for Feng Xiaohan's special physique, when Qingzhu Peak competes, Li Xiaofan can't even hurt him with a dragon killing sword.

The other party cut him with a three-foot sword qi, which deserved to be a famous sword in the world.

There was blood left on the corner of Mo Qiu's mouth, obviously suffering a lot of internal injuries, but her gaze was still calm, because it wasn't over yet!

Suddenly, there was a soft sound of "pop!" in the east wind.

It was the sound of the sword falling to the ground.

Feng Xiaohan liked the desolate sword very much after getting it, and it hasn't changed so far, but he doesn't seem to cherish it very much—at least he has had the experience of throwing the sword out to lure the enemy several times.

If he asked He Xirou to take out the scabbard and make a fire when he was in the snowy region, it would only be a violent beating.

It's a pity that Rou Ning would not do such a thing if she died.

But Qingzhu Peak is full of swordsmen, even if Feng Xiaohan can use a knife, but he also cultivates a sword.

The swordsman threw his sword, what else could he do?

Xilin Xiaojian is in the burden under the snow over there, and there is a barren sword that can no longer use a knife and a kitchen knife, and it has been thrown away before the sword is released, what is left?

In fact, in essence, Feng Xiaohan didn't think of himself as a swordsman, not even a sword cultivator.

When he was in the Savage Realm, he rarely used that stick,

More with a pair of fists.

At the age of twelve, Feng Xiaohan's fist is not too big, and it is more delicate than Mo Qiu's fist in the twenty-eighth year.

But it was this pair of small fists that killed many terrifying demon beasts.

Feng Xiaohan clenched his left hand into a fist and fell on Mo Qiu's chest.

At this time, Mo Qiu's sword and his kitchen knife were tightly bitten, and she couldn't withdraw it for a while, and she couldn't fight his fist with her own palm power alone.

This is the time that Feng Xiaohan has been waiting for, and it is also the best position.

Mo Qiu's face was fearless, his fists were terrifying, but the landscape skirt under the black robe had resisted the other party's sword in the saint's ruins, how could he be afraid of one of his fists?

In Mo Qiu's opinion, this is completely useless.

Feng Xiaohan's face was calm, and the ink-colored trinkets in her hair looked ordinary, but the light emitted from time to time proved that it was not bad, and it was obviously also a high-grade defensive magic weapon.

So he decisively gave up the idea of blowing the other party's head and aimed at the chest instead.

Feng Xiaohan's fist was like thunder when he started, as if he had the power of a thousand jun, and he believed that if he hit the rock, he would definitely be able to crush it into slag.

But just as this small fist was about to fall on Mo Qiu's body, the speed suddenly slowed down, and at the same time, it turned the fist into a claw, and the force was very light, not even enough to pinch an ant to death.

A strange feeling came to his heart, and Mo Qiu froze in place.

Feng Xiaohan's eyes were calm, and he thought, "It's so soft." ”

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