It has passed noon, the scorching sun in midsummer is like fire, but the forest covers the sky in the Qinxi Xiang Valley, the spring is clear and quiet, and it is cool. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Or rather, a little cool.

Champion Pavilion, on the spring, the pavilion has octagonal double-layered, small and exquisite, if you climb the upper floor, you can look at the mountain in the distance, it is a quiet and elegant place.

Of course, it is also the place where Han Shuo in the Cold Night Palace is bleeding.

When Wang Zhiming and the two turned back to the Zhuangyuan Pavilion again, the crane-haired old men stood in a circle, and the black-clothed boy in the middle was holding Han Shuo's body and crying bitterly, tears dripping down, his palms were stained red with blood, and the blood was red against the white jade-like complexion.

Wang Zhiming and Di Jianbai looked at each other silently.

The black-clothed boy got up slowly, like a Shura, and his blood-red and white hands tore off the white ribbon tied between his black hair, and his hair was immediately scattered.

The ribbon was stained with blood and fell to the ground.

He cut off his long sleeves, cut off his robes, cut off his long hair, and his eyes were so unabashedly murderous.

Everyone has something they have to protect. Such a battle can't make people's blood boil, only make people's hearts cold.

The black-clothed man's long hair was scattered, like a mad demon, and the knife that was no more than two feet long hung down the black mang, like a thunderbolt roaring, fast as lightning, he pounced like a big bird, and the knife was like a black cloud pressing the city, and the mountain rain was coming.

Without hesitation, the sword light came out of the sheath, the purple rainbow flew, and Wang Zhiming took the initiative to fly to greet him.

Zheng!

It is said that there has been no sound for three years, and it is a blockbuster, how strong and sharp the black gold is, this soft sound made Wang Zhiming's heart leak a beat.

I really don't know what kind of knife it is.

The sword is out of the sea, riding the wind and waves, and the world is immeasurable. There are only three moves in the immeasurable sword duel, but it is by no means idle, the artistic conception is lofty, the rigidity and softness are combined, and the changes are endless.

Wang Zhiming used it all in one breath, the sword style was one, constantly evolving, the sword light shot out by the purple electricity was like a surging tide, and the wisps of sword light were different from the past, the purple was clear and crystalline, and the infinite killing power was in the magnificence.

The two fought fiercely, and both fought to the point of madness.

This knife is too heavy, the resentment is too deep, Wang Zhiming gritted his teeth, Zidian was urged to the limit of what he could urge, the swords resonated, wiped away the initiative, but did not fall behind, now is not the time for him to make a move.

The man in black looked up to the sky and roared, his arms were fierce, his hands were dyed bright red, venting his divine power.

Just for a long time, Wang Zhiming understood this truth from Hua Ziwei, tossing and turning, and the bright sword of the enemy does not mean blind fierceness.

"Bell!" "Bell!" The white jade ancient bell is delicate and simple, but its sound is like the yellow bell Da Lu, shaking the heavens and the earth, and being urged by several old men together, full support, Di Jianbai also took his own shot, the frost white shone, dragging the white jade ancient bell.

As a last resort, Wang Zhiming stepped into the sky, and his sword swung in the sky. The man in black followed, where the blade was, and the sky was changing.

The purple lightning reversed, and the sword qi finally converged into a purple ocean, as if there were endless waves in the sky, crashing across the sky, and the black-clothed man's blade froze.

This is a flaw deliberately leaked by the man in black, and there is endless killing in his backhand.

But Wang Zhiming looked up to the sky and roared, this breath has been brewing for a long time, and thousands of swords are returned to the purple lightning, its light is like creation, and its way is like heaven and earth. What about deliberate flaws, this idea is its decline!

The sword is out, and the immeasurable sword is a great success! Purple electricity was born, as if it illuminated the entire heaven and earth.

The man in black didn't have time to recharge, and in a hurry, he vomited blood and flew upside down, seriously injured and fell to the ground.

Several old men were in a hurry, and the white jade ancient bell suddenly enlarged, and ancient patterns and patterns appeared on it, and the frost white supported by Di Jianbai alone was difficult to resist, and it retreated.

"I'm not defeated yet!" The man in black shook his feet, his whole body was bursting with the light of white jade, he urged the secret method of healing, plundering the essence of heaven and earth and his own qi and blood, and his injuries were visibly improved with the naked eye.

"The twilight snow falls on a thousand mountains!" The cold air is pressing, piercing into the muscles and bones, this is the vision of the wheel of the black man.

The sky seems to be rendered with wet ink, the twilight is deep, and the vast and boundless snow is falling, like broken jade, covering the sky and the sun.

There are thousands of mountains under it, the snow is like a flocculent, and in an instant, there is a pile of silver and jade, and the silver is covered with vegetarian fruits.

Thousands of mountains and snow, boundless.

Wang Zhiming was already fearless, surrounded by nine halos above his head, and a pure land slowly unfolded. The spiritual spring is full of flowers, there is a sacred tree entrenched in the center, the old tree is entrenched, and the vigor is like a dragon.

As soon as the tree blooms, it shakes gently, and there is a rain of flowers falling from the sky.

This pure land, as bright as the moon, magnificent as a fairyland, will be scattered by the snow, the gods are diffuse, the vision of "twilight snow falling on a thousand mountains" is like a furnace of snow, dissolving in an instant.