Returning to Haitong Garden, sitting in front of his computer, Zhou Xuan's heart was constantly turning countless thoughts, speaking of this book of Seven Nights of Snow, he still remembers his mood when he read this book, everyone in the story has their own fate, and the final direction of the story is an extremely sad ending. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The original author Cangyue once said: "Actually, what I wanted to write at the beginning was just the moment when two figures intersected on the glacier, but what I didn't expect was that I wrote other things, for example, in order to write this story more completely, so there were other parts, so that, in the end, it became Seven Nights!" ”

But in any case, what [Seven Nights of Snow] reflects is still the organic combination of martial arts romance, and more importantly, from the novel 1, Cangyue successfully completed her transformation, from a martial arts writer to a martial arts writer, allowing herself to achieve her own breakthrough.

Similarly, there is another point that [Listening to the Snow House Series] is actually more suitable for showing the form of a TV series, and the summer solstice has not yet arrived, it is suitable for short dramas, as for this [Seven Nights of Snow], and the [The Best of Us] prepared by Zhou Dashao later, it is more suitable for movies, in other words, he has already thought about all of them.

"Actually, these parts that I began to write, in essence, can be said to reflect Ben Shao's remembrance of some of the past stories1, of course, being able to recall his past through some stories, this is also a good thing, however, some things, in fact, forgetting, is not necessarily a good thing!"

He slowly took it from the table for inspection, and drank it all, with a look on his face that no one could understand.

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"The meager original columnist Zhou Lang is exhausted, and the latest novel [Seven Nights of Snow] has been released, which is the most contemplative, regrettable, and evocative story he has ever had since the [Listening to the Snow House Series]!!"

That night, the meager official sent out such information on the homepage, according to the previous agreement between the two parties, it is no exaggeration to say that their confidence in Zhou Xuan has also reached an extremely high level, a person who can achieve such achievements in online literature and literature at the same time, this time, will definitely be able to create miracles.

"That guy Zhou Lang, is he going to write a new book again! Sure enough, he is a prolific writer, martial arts, romance, campus, fantasy, all proficient, what kind of person is he1! ”

"Let's not talk about this, let's hurry up and see what kind of story he wrote this time!!"

"Well, I also think that the dragon and phoenix among the people in the [Listening to Snow Building] before were really well written, this time, although I don't know if he can break through himself, but he can continue to write, it's not easy, well, if these novels are published in the future, I will definitely be the first to buy them!"

"Hehe, me too, I didn't expect it to be such a novel, accompanying me and spending so much time, it's really unimaginable! However, I still hope that this time, he can create a miracle! ”

"This is a must, after all, he has created so many miracles, this time, for him, there will be no accidents, besides, he has formed a cooperative relationship with the meager official!!"

“......”

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At 9 o'clock in the evening, on a meager basis, the prologue of [Seven Nights of Snow] was updated, and suddenly, many people were amazed.

"Traveled thousands of miles to say goodbye to you

On the first and last snowy night

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I don't know when the snow started.

It was so big that it was as if a flock of butterflies had silently descended from the cold gray clouds and passed through the vast fir forest. In the blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale.

By the time the respite had calmed down, the snow had already fallen on the blade.

Red snow, falling on a pure black sword. The smell of blood made his stomach cramp after two days and one night, and for him, who had always had a habit of keeping his hands from blood, the person he killed this time was really ...... It's a little too much.

Huo Zhanbai gasped violently, but his body didn't dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, and he maintained the posture after a sword was stabbed.

It was a terrible standoff: the sword in his hand pierced through his opponent's chest, pinning him to the dark fir tree behind him. At the same time, however, the sword of the killer in the white jade mask pierced into his body, piercing through his right ribs and reaching his lungs - after such a blow, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength, and each gasped.

As long as either side moves a little, it will immediately end up together.

In the wasteland, it was as silent as death for a while.

The snow was still falling one by one, endlessly, and the huge fir trees were like cold tombstones pointing to the sky. He and the silver-clad killer confronted each other in silence in the forest, maintaining the strange posture of the final blow, the sword in his hand remaining in the other's body.

Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanded lobes of his lungs in his chest were about to touch the cold sword.

He struggled to stay in shape and sanity so that he didn't fall before the other man. And the chest in front of him that was pierced by his long sword was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming.

It seems that the other party has also reached the end of the crossbow.

Although the opponent tried his best to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib was stuck in the ribs, and finally weakened before penetrating the lobes of the lungs, and stopped castration. The masked head suddenly fell to the side slightly, silently.

Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently - after all, he still won!

In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I'm afraid both sides will be frozen, right? He stared at the white jade mask a few steps away, and moved the center of gravity of his body back very slowly, letting the opponent's sword slowly leave his lungs.

Only a small amount of blood came out.

In such a cold weather, the blood was frozen and frozen on the wound as soon as it gushed out.

It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retreating from his body, he pressed his right rib with his backhand - this snow sniper, alone against the twelve silver wings, even Huo Qigongzi, who was known as the first swordsman in the Central Plains, left thirteen serious injuries.

However, this should also be the last one, right?

If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid that you won't be able to support it.

The moment the sword was drawn, the silver-clothed killer who had fought with him for nearly a hundred rounds lost his support, and slowly fell down against the fir, a blood-red line rubbed off the trunk behind him.

"Click!" The moment he poured into the snow, the mask covering his face cracked.

Huo Zhanbai was suddenly startled, took a step back, and subconsciously re-grasped the hilt of the sword and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow would not melt when it fell on his face.

"Alas, so young, come out and fight for your life......" he sighed, the tip of the sword poked out like a spirit snake, and it had already cut through the inner and outer clothes of the other party's body in succession, and the blade of the sword swept from top to bottom, nimbly rummaging through everything he carried.

However, the wind came through the cracks in the tattered clothes, whistling in the emptiness and continuing to go away.

Nothing.

Huo Zhanbai was stunned, and suddenly felt that the wounds all over his body were in sharp pain, and he could barely stand up.

How so? This is the last of the twelve silver wings, after the four-way battle in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this group, and he also followed this clue to track it down, thinking that a praying mantis catcher and yellow finch would be behind - this person should be the leader of this line, if that thing is not on him, where will it be?

Huo Zhanbai couldn't help frowning, knelt on one knee on the snow, and leaned over to check again.

If you don't get this last medicinal herb, the pill you need will definitely not be worthy, and Mo'er's body is getting weaker and weaker day by day. I have been traveling all over the world for eight years, and it is easy to get all the other medicinal materials, how can I finally fall short?

He rummaged through it. He was so close to the other that when he looked up, he saw the eyes—the eyes of the deceased were not completely closed, and with a certain cold, empty, and seemingly smiling expression, he looked straight into the sky, and there was a strange pale blue in the whites of the eyes that were exposed.

That faint blue color, if it weren't for the snow around it, you wouldn't be able to see it at all.

Just by looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, and he felt that there was a force rising invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That sudden sense of trance made him almost unable to hold the sword.

Wrong! Not at all!

Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, wanted to draw his sword, wanted to block the portal around him—however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points in an instant, not to mention that there was any movement, even the eyes could not be turned for half a minute.

What's going on? This feeling...... What the hell is going on!

His body, along with his sight, was firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away.

Then, he saw the pale blue eyes, which had been "dead", move.

The eyes only turned slightly, and then they opened, just opposite his. is so shallow and pure but bottomless, just a glance, but it makes him feel chilled by a knife and a gun, and his whole body is terrified.

Not good! He screamed inwardly, but he couldn't look away, and could only keep his bent position and kneel in the snow.

Compared to the strange whites of the eyes, the color of the man's pupils was normal. Black, but extremely thick, as thick as ink that can't be dissolved and night that can't be cut. However, such pupils are reflected on the whites of the eyes, but they are intertwined with countless indescribable demonic colors. The moment those glazed eyes opened, his whole body was as if he had been spelled.

At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of all kinds of secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart suddenly felt cold-

Hitomi? This...... Could it be the legendary Hitomi technique?!

Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was trickling down. The Blade Runner who had fallen in the snow opened his eyes, a smile on his lips, and his eyes were extremely eerie. Although he woke up, the snow on his face was still unmelting, and even the breath he spit out was cold, like a ghost that had returned to his soul.

"It's a dementor." The killer pressed back his hand and pressed the wound, struggling to sit up against the fir, "The Seventh Prince of Ding Sword Pavilion, you should have heard of it, right?" ”

Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: although he was incognito on this trip, the other party had already recognized his identity.

The killer smiled lightly, but his eyes were cold: "It's just a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." ”

Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer, because even his voice was fixed.

Dementor ...... Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world?! It's not that ...... Ever since the old man of the mountain, Horn, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Lunatic Cult a hundred years ago, the Hitomi technique has long been lost? I didn't expect that there are still people with such abilities today!

"Unexpectedly, you are also here for that 10,000-year-old dragon blood red cold bead...... I thought that the Seventh Prince didn't even want to be the master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be a transcendent person. The killer stood up with difficulty, looked at Huo Zhanbai who was fixed on the snow, and suddenly sneered, "It's a pity, I'm also determined to do this." ”

He turned, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. ”