This was the first time Jiang Wen had encountered Feng Xiaohan, and the opportunity was rare, so he grabbed it, grabbed his demon beast leather coat, and pulled him vigorously to pull him to his side.

If he is restrained at close range, he will seal the acupoint meridians of Feng Xiaohan's body at the first time, and then kill him.

But although he grabbed his leather coat, and was about to exert his strength, his hand suddenly lightened, and there was only one more leather coat, but the person disappeared.

On Jiang Wen's left, a sword aura struck at him.

Feng Xiaohan's fur coat has no buttons or straps, and when caught, it can be removed by simply shrugging his shoulders.

At this time, he was naked, relying on his flesh to resist the washing of wind and rain, and even he felt countless pinprick-like pain.

The monster beast leather coat was made of the skin of the tyrant beast, and the most terrifying thing about the tyrant was not tearing all the teeth, because that was only a means of killing the prey.

Its most feared thing is its ability to hide its whereabouts, and when it crawls in the grass, its prey passes in front of it without being detected, and it has almost no smell.

This is the secret of Feng Xiaohan's leather coat.

So wherever he went, he would take it with him.

At this time, he lost his leather coat, and his whereabouts were clearly detected by Jiang Wen's divine sense, and even sketched his movements in his mind.

Jiang Wen swung his stick to disperse the sword qi, and then shouted and slammed the iron rod at him.

Feng Xiaohan's sword momentum has been exhausted, and he can't use the sword technique to change his body, so he can only choose to hard-connect.

He crossed the sword to his chest and used the most classic move in Changming's swordsmanship, "Iron Lock Hengjiang". Trying to block the angry blow with the chains that lay across the river.

A sword intent crossed the river, and the chill penetrated into the hearts of the people with this rain.

It's not a sword.

It's two swords!

He just borrowed the defensive sword momentum of the iron lock Hengjiang, but he performed another extremely lethal sword technique.

The autumn wind is bleak and the river is cold.

It is known as the Xuanhuang Sword that is most in line with the way of heaven in ancient and modern times.

Cui Weiming taught it when he was idle and had a pain, saying that it had the same gloomy meaning as a sword coming from the west, and it was the same.

In summer, the river water is cool, and when the autumn breeze comes, it will not get warmer, but will become a little colder.

There was no powerful sword qi in the river, the magnificent sword momentum, and even the sword light of the iron lock Hengjiang was much dimmed, only a chill was born from the middle of the water.

This chill is not a bone-chilling breath, nor can it freeze the surface of the river, but it lingers in my heart for a long time and lingers.

The Xuanhuang Sword Cave was barely usable when it was in the secluded realm, and the cultivators who turned into spirits and forged bodies could only say that they were in vain, and they owed many of the most important sword intents.

Because the trace of the law of heaven and earth that he sensed when he broke the mirror cave was extremely crucial, it was the foundation of the Xuanhuang Sword.

But this sword wind Xiaohan can be used, and the reason is very simple.

Because the power of the autumn wind is not strong, but it can make people's hearts cold, Xuanhong Zhenren's sword thousands of years ago even extinguished the flames of war, chilled people's hearts, and one person and one sword calmed down a war.

In other words, the sword slashes the heart, not the person.

Feng Xiaohan is good at using the Heart Sword, and the way of slashing the heart with the sword is very familiar, so he can also exert the power of this sword.

When Jiang Wen was calculated, and Mo Qiu was also in danger with him, he became angry.

Even though he suppressed his anger and kept calm, it was undeniable that a flame burned deep in his heart, and he was going to break this game and take Mo Qiu away safely.

At the same time, it is also the power of trend people to survive in desperate situations.

Before attaining absolute peace of mind, all the energy of people comes from the anger in the depths of their hearts.

That's why there are young people in history who are fearless, willful, and those unwise but very passionate heroic deeds.

So what if this flame is extinguished?

This question can be answered with another question.

What happens to a hot-blooded man when his heart is cold?

Jiang Wen feels this way now.

The left heart is slightly cold, and there are many feelings of sadness for no reason, and even some doubts about life.

Why is he here?

Why should a good Collapse Realm cultivate at his own expense, just to accompany Mo Qiu to this place to kill some innocent people?

Even if she didn't come, Mo Qiu would have other guards with her, and she wasn't her daughter, what were she so concerned about?

Just because he is a dog raised by the Mo family?

It's ridiculous......

When these thoughts filled his mind in just an instant, and at the same time, the strength in his hand was also reduced a lot, most of his vitality dissipated, and there was not much power left to smash on Feng Xiaohan's sword.

But it's still heavy.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Feng Xiaohan held the desolate sword and was smashed and half-knelt in the river.

Jiang Wenwen should take advantage of the victory to pursue, but he lacks the heart and cannot attack immediately, and Feng Xiaohan also has to take time to stand up, so he simply stands still and adjusts his mind.

At this moment, Feng Xiaohan suddenly saw an extremely faint green light.

Just like the feathers of the glazed peacock in Changhong Peak, the green is a little bleak, which makes people feel frightened.

The wind was small and cold.

He chose this place because it could restrict the movement of the other party, and if he was knocked down, he would be immediately swept away by the river, leaving him dead.

Fortunately, Mo Qiu's divine sense was not strong, and when he couldn't see or hear, he could only judge the approximate location by relying on Feng Xiaohan's sword intent and Jiang Wen's attack direction.

This sword qi passed by Feng Xiaohan, but his left arm was still scarred.

Feng Xiaohan half-knelt in the river, inserting the desolate sword into the bottom of the water to stabilize his body, but the waterfall was like a mountain, even if he had fought for a long time with his divine power, he was a little exhausted, and he couldn't move for a while.

Seeing that Mo Qiu had adjusted his position, he was about to draw his sword again.

The next moment,

A soft moon-white sword light and purple aura stopped in front of him, blocking Mo Qiu's second sword.

He Xirou and Bai Xuejian also got used to it a little, but they could only barely use a sword and couldn't act.

Adults who have not practiced in such a rain will also be washed to the ground, unable to move even a little finger, and will be stoned to death by the dense rain in a few moments.

It took Mo Qiu so long to adjust her internal breath and adapt to the environment, which did not mean that she would be able to have the same mobility as Jiang Wen and Feng Xiaohan, after the two swords, the sword intent that she had finally accumulated and the vitality that could be used for battle would be exhausted, and it would take a long time before she could draw her sword.

But these two swords also bought Jiang Wen valuable time.

He had already removed the Xiao Se sword qi that was lingering in his heart, and his luck dantian, a mouthful of pure vitality traveled all over his body.

Jiang Wen grabbed the middle of the iron rod with one hand, put the other hand into a palm against one end, pushed forward, and stabbed Feng Xiaohan with the other end.

Under the terrifying pressure of the wind and rain, there are many subtle stick techniques that cannot be used, and the amount of vitality consumed in that way will be very terrifying.

The iron rod was wrapped in wind and thunder, like a spear, breaking through the white snow and He Xirou's breath, pointing directly at his chest.

There was no doubt that this stick would have pierced his chest if it landed on him, and the furious vitality would tear him to shreds.

Feng Xiaohan felt a violent crisis, burning all the vitality in his body, and wanted to dodge. However, Jiang Wen had already dispersed his divine consciousness before the stick was released, locking the qi around him to ensure that the stick would fall on him.

Just when the wind and cold are unavoidable.

The weather is changing again!