He Xirou wrapped in wolf skin, looked at the two calmly, and said, "It's the same as a dog skin plaster." ”

Feng Xiaohan smiled and said, "This description may be a little inappropriate. ”

"Which one do you pick?"

He Xirou glanced at him, then threw away the wolf skin, raised his sword and said, "Choose Moqiu, and leave the other one to me to deal with." ”

Feng Xiaohan picked up the wolf skin and put it on for her again, squinted his eyes, his gaze became a little sharp, and said, "I want both." ”

......

......

Mo Qiu looked at Feng Xiaohan, who took a step forward, and stopped.

She didn't attack directly, but looked at the palace with admiration in her eyes.

Especially when he saw the words Dragon Pillar and "Reverse Heaven Palace", his gaze couldn't help but stay for a while, and then his eyes fell on the young man.

He was bathed in wind and snow, as if he was not afraid of the cold, his eyes were not sharp, and his long sword was not unsheathed, but she had a feeling of being pointed at by a sword, like a blade hanging from her neck.

That feeling of fear.

She was a little surprised, and said, "You guys are really waiting here to die." ”

Feng Xiaohan didn't speak, just looked at Jiang Wen calmly.

Jiang Wen looked at him, recalled the battle by the river, and said, "Interesting young man." ”

His tone was a little high, as if he was smiling and talking, Feng Xiaohan felt that the smile under the mask should be a little cold, just like his eyes at the moment.

"Under the waterfall and rain, in the river, but you can clearly perceive my movements, your perception is obviously not proportional to your cultivation, so you are a more interesting uncle. ”

His gaze turned to Mo Qiu again, and said, "He has lost his stick, and his strength has been reduced by at least half, so it's up to you to kill us today?"

Mo Qiu took off his mask, revealing a delicate and beautiful face, even with a mask and a black robe, his face couldn't help but be a little red, so he looked even more weak.

A straight white mist came out of her mouth, and the firmness in her eyes and the sword intent in the air answered the question.

Jiang Wen shook his head slightly, looked at He Xirou and said, "Actually, without a stick, I can do a lot of things." ”

"But young people nowadays don't like to fight unarmed people, because that's too much to win. ”

He Xirou smiled and said, "If you lose, you may shake your Dao heart again, and it will affect your future cultivation career. ”

Jiang Wen also took off his mask, his simple face was full of helplessness, and said, "Aren't you also a young man? ”

He Xirou smiled and said, "Why don't I, a young man, compare with you?"

Maybe it was because of the strong smile, Jiang Wen's eyes also narrowed, looked at the other party and said, "You are very confident." ”

"It's not confidence, it's confidence. ”

"Where do you get the confidence?"

"The enemy's confidence when he is unarmed. ”

"I told you that I can fight without a stick, but I don't believe it. Jiang Wen held his forehead and said, "Don't bully me who is defenseless, so you don't think you're a young man?"

"I am Chen Feng's personal disciple, and I have been studying the Tao for eight years. Unarmed enemies are easy to bully, so you must bully them well, this is what the master taught. ”

Without waiting for Jiang Wen to speak, Feng Xiaohan interrupted: "I said, I want to fight two." ”

He Xirou shrugged her shoulders and said, "It's just teasing him." ”

Jiang Wen reacted at this time, it turned out that the other party repeatedly mentioned the stick, which was to entertain himself. In a battle with juniors like Feng Xiaohan on the river, he actually lost his weapon, which was undoubtedly the biggest stain on his cultivation career.

What did she want to do to weaken their morale?

It didn't work.

She doesn't seem to be a person who would bother to do such useless work, so what is she for?

Looking at He Xirou's beautiful face, he understood.

She just thought it was fun.

Jiang Wen was a little angry.

Feng Xiaohan looked at her and said, "When did you become like this?"

"Which one?"

"The look of a little girl. ”

"Isn't it possible?"

"Not used to it. ”

Mo Qiu was a person who didn't like to be verbose, and she couldn't stand the assassin anymore, so she said, "Have you forgotten that now is the critical moment before the great enemy?"

He Xirou smiled and said, "I'm sorry." ”

Feng Xiaohan walked up to His Highness and said, "I won against him last time, and you won't be able to bargain this time." ”

Mo Qiu looked at him as if he was looking at a dead man: "First of all, you didn't win against Uncle Wen, and at that time, the time and place were on your side, and your luck was good." ”

Feng Xiaohan didn't speak.

Mo Qiu held the scabbard in her left hand and the hilt of the sword in her right hand, with a little force, the sword came out three inches, and a miserable green sword light illuminated the snow, and she was bathed in green light, like a female ghost.

Maybe because the wind suddenly became stronger, Feng Xiaohan's back was a little cold, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

I didn't expect such a weak woman to have such a terrifying side, just like He Xirou said that she would close the diner's house, which made people feel a chill down their backs.

Women are really creatures of both beauty and horror.

But why is the emperor a man?

Feng Xiaohan held the hilt of the sword, and the sound of friction when the barren sword was unsheathed was endless, stretching like ocean waves.

Gradually, the voice began to rise high.

In a trance, the other three seemed to see a pitch-black dragon lying on the mountain, slowly opening its eyes.

A dragon's groan echoed through the sky.

"It's ...... Dragon's tongue?"

He Xirou raised her eyebrows slightly, very surprised, and said in her heart: "Could it be that Uncle Cui loves him to such an extent." ”

As Feng Xiaohan's master, Chen Feng was not angry when he saw others teaching him apprentice skills, but seemed to be happy to see such a situation.

He Xirou and others, who didn't know much about the inside story, thought that it was because Cui Weiming loved him very much, and Chen Feng saved more time to drink, so he didn't take it to heart.

In fact, Cui Weiming, as Feng Xiaohan's dog, often deliberately ignores this matter, and will teach him something in his spare time to prove his identity as an elder to him.

Feng Xiaohan felt that the dogleg should hand over all his abilities, otherwise what use would he have?

One is a monastic genius that Guo Mingzhe is concerned about, and the other is one of the twelve geniuses of Changming.

This kind of thing happened to them, and no matter how you look at it, it feels a little weird.

But she was wrong,

The dragon's tongue trembled during the battle of the mountain, in the Yutan Cave of Qingzhu Peak, Feng Xiaohan watched the battle from the sidelines, and even Cui Weiming himself didn't know that the famous stunt was stolen.

The dragon's groan shattered the wind and snow, blowing away the snow at his feet—the cold wind was not overflowing in the hall to blow away the snowflakes, so the snow could pile up, and it already had the depth of a thumb.

Mo Qiu listened to the dragon chant, her expression remained unchanged, of course she could use the thunder sound of the wind and thunder sword technique to crack it like Zhao Haotian, but she was unwilling to consume the sword intent that had accumulated for a long time on this.

The dragon's tongue trembled, and I don't know how many people were killed.

Even if you cover your ears, it's useless, because it's attacking the Dao heart.

Mo Qiu's black robe just has the effect of stabilizing his mind and not being afraid of external evils.

But I still feel the blood surging in my chest when I hear it, and it's very uncomfortable. So she drew her sword and stabbed forward, the tip of her sword pointed directly at Feng Xiaohan.

The emerald green sword light was not dazzling, but it became a little mottled.

Jiang Wen's face changed slightly: "I didn't expect that even this sword was completely mastered by her." ”

Legend has it that the Demon Venerable can cut off rivers and mountains with one finger - mountains, rivers, pine waves, and even fate, all of which can be cut off with one finger.

One of the elders saw the finger and realized the sword.

Naturally, this sword cannot be compared with that finger, and it can't cut off the rivers and mountains, so it has to cut off the rivers.

The so-called, a sword to break the vicissitudes!

No matter how your sword sounds like the sea, and the dragon roars like a wave, I will break it with a sword.

Because this sword is broken by water.

It is the only sword technique in the world that can cut through flowing water.

Feng Xiaohan's eyes almost narrowed into a line, the vitality originated in the secluded mansion, the arms were strong, and the barren sword was finally unsheathed.

The sound of the sword stopped suddenly, and there was something unfinished.

Because his sword intent did not stop, but spread, as if the ancient demon god opened his scarlet eyes, and the bloody and terrifying feeling instantly overshadowed the mottled sword light.

He didn't know this sword, but it was a strong sword that the other party had prepared for a long time, and he had to deal with it carefully.

The yellowish sheen of the desolate sword danced into a circle, leaving an afterimage of the sword light, and then stabbed forward.

If the endless snow region is the sea, the sword intent that envelops the square circle is the island.

Then his sword light is the lake on the island, and the tip of the sword that pierces forward is the lonely hill in the lake.

The island is a lake, a hill in the lake......

Wanqiu swordsmanship is the final style, catching the wind and rain.

The endless wind and snow and the sky are full of sword intent, and then sent out along the tip of the sword.

The power is no worse than the sword launched by the other party in the vicissitudes.

No one knew that the lonely hill that really existed overseas was really the shape of a sword tip, so Chen Feng took a second look, and there was a Wanqiu sword technique in the world.

The yellowish sword light should be directed towards the dark green sword light.

The two of them each held a sword, the tip of the sword facing each other, making a crisp sound of "ding".

The next moment, the sword light suddenly disappeared, and there was no vision, let alone sword qi splashing out.

The figures of the two of them took a few steps back slightly, and then spat out a mouthful of blood, which could be seen to have suffered a lot of internal injuries.

The fact that their swords cancel each other out does not mean that their strength and the power of their moves are completely equal, which leads to this bizarre phenomenon.

There are no earth-shattering noises, no earth-shattering visions.

More precisely...... It disappeared suddenly, and then the two of them were injured for no reason.

This is because their vitality is gone, but the sword technique they use is in line with the way of heaven, and when they produce visions, they also pull the heavenly machine, and without the blessing of the vitality, the vision fed back by the heavenly machine acts on themselves, so they are injured.

Vitality is not so much "gone" as it is "stiffened" or "unconscious".

In short, they suddenly sneaked back to the Dantian Mansion, and no matter how much they urged the exercises, they couldn't use them.

Yuan Qi produced this strange phenomenon when the tips of the two swords collided, and all the power contained in the swords disappeared, and only the sword intent continued to intertwine and cancel each other.

Why is that?