"Wait, you don't have a sword!" From the time they first met, No. 5 had this question in his heart.

"Well, it's been a long time since then." Obviously, Chun Baixue used to use a sword.

"Boom!" With a sheath roar, Five threw his short sword to him, "Use mine!" ”

"Good!" Spring Baixue also took it over simply.

Although there has been no sword in his hand since ancient times, there is a saying that there is a sword in his heart, but it is always different for a master to move and have a sword in his hand.

Before people come out, illusions go first!

Outside the house, the strong enemy was walking along the stone path, and halfway through, he suddenly noticed that the scenery around him was different, and the countryside was originally clear, but in the blink of an eye, it began to snow.

The snow was not heavy, and it even had the meaning of spring warmth, but the roof tiles, tree branches, and grass were dyed white for a moment......

"Spring snow! Master of illusion! Sure enough...... It just so happens that I am! The man, who was wearing a fuchsia suit and a bright red tie, unhurriedly took off the sunglasses on his face, revealing a pair of red and purple eyes.

These pupils are full of evil and demonic, a bit similar to the eyes of the 'King Yi'an' in Dingjun Mountain.

"I didn't expect your illusion to be so good, no wonder Luo Meng was infiltrated so quickly!" Looking at the blood bubbles coming out of the ground, Chun Baixue knew that it was impossible to use illusions to confuse the opponent, and at most it could cause some impact.

In the sight of both sides, there were blurred shadows of each other, and at this moment, blood and snow infect each other, impregnating each other, and no one can help anyone.

"Fortunately, your strength is not as good as mine, otherwise, it is really not easy to break through this spring snow illusion!" The evil-eyed man smiled proudly, and his whole body reflected a noble bearing.

The gushing of blood suddenly became intense, and one after another shot up in the air and decomposed again, weaving into a blood web to envelop the spring white snow.

But at the same time, the snowflakes falling from the sky also changed, just the opposite of the blood surge, and the snow continued to condense, kneading into ice crystals and forming icicles.

Blood washed over the ground, trying to slice through the snowy patches and drown the entire scene.

But the heavy snow is not traced, and it is also quietly spreading, covering the blood flow channel again.

On the icicles, there are ice flowers, crystal clear, but also sharp, one after another, one after another, the network of blood lines cut layer by layer, the silk freezes and cracks, and falls like dust and crumbs.

Suddenly, the purple-red demon light flashed in the eyes of the man in the suit, and the bloody qi rose violently in the whole scene, and a thin layer of blood mist was gradually filling.

"Hmm~!?" Chun Baixue instantly felt nauseous and irritable, and there was always a touch of purple red in his mind.

But at the same time, the falling snowflakes shone brightly, as if they were illuminated by the spring sun, showing a warm yellow color, which also covered the corners of the man's eyes in the suit, making him feel that his body was unconsciously lazy and unable to go all out.

It was in this state that the two of them got closer and closer, and at a distance of about two zhang from each other, the short sword in Chun Baixue's hand began to dance, as if it were real and illusory, and the ice flowers floated around them, appearing and disappearing.

Looking at the number of his paths, it is quite similar to the swordsmanship made by Zhang Mengxue, but it is obviously a hundred times stronger.

And in the hands of the man in the suit, there was also a pair of blades at this moment, scarlet and dazzling, like fangs full of blood, and there was a fine hole at the end of each of them, which was set on his middle finger and turned for a while.

The red light was thick and fishy, as if it was going to stick to the air, like two blood-colored suckers, wanting to roll Chun Baixue and people with swords.

He did roll them all, but the first thing he touched was the ice flowers, which were only the size of a bottle cap at first, a total of one hundred and eight, and then as large as the palm of his hand, seventy-two, and thirty-six that could cover his entire face, all of which contained a rich frost power.

The speed of the 'Blood Fang Sword' of the man in the suit continued to decrease, and by this time, he could already distinguish the body of the sword.

But the ice flowers of spring and snow have also gone, and the last one, as big as a millstone, makes a crisp sound when it is attached to the blood vortex.

The ice flowers shattered, and the Bloodtooth Sword stopped turning.

The man in the suit held the tail end with both hands, and with a stab, two sharp blood-colored energies shot out from the tips of his teeth, wanting to penetrate the spring white snow.

And Chun Baixue is the same, only now does he really use a powerful move, one hand of the sword finger continues to attract the power of ice, the other hand holds the sword with a high frequency of tremors, and the tip of the sword suddenly blooms an ice flower again.

This ice flower is completely different from the ones just now, it is three-dimensional, and the blooming flowers are not petals, but ice spikes.

As the tip of Chun Baixue's sword kept trembling, the ice flowers also kept spinning, and as they turned, there were ice spikes scrambling outward.

The ice spikes continued to cancel out the blood-colored sharp energy, and the two sides were depleted almost simultaneously, and then the two swords and teeth collided together.

"Wow!"

Don't look at the thin blade of the blood tooth, it is actually harder than the stubborn iron, and the force from above makes Chun Baixue's fingers faintly numb.

After the collision, he immediately slid back, his body tossing and turning, and the short sword swung a few more times in the air before completely unloading the force.

On the other hand, the man in the suit also took a few steps back, but he immediately stood strongly, and the Blood Fang Sword flicked twice at will, obviously having the upper hand in the duel just now.

"I just didn't expect that you, a master of illusion, would be so good at kung fu! Fortunately, Long Jiu is not with you, otherwise, I am afraid that I will really have to retreat in vain! The man in the suit obviously knew the combat power and movements of the two of them, and this time he came prepared.

"Well, the news really can't be blocked, and it doesn't hurt if you know!" Chun Baixue's expression was still cold and calm, and she danced a few sword flowers lightly, without any nervousness.

"Do you know who I am!? Do you think that with that Taoist master inside, you can win safely?! The man in the suit had a lonely look, and Chun Baixue had the blessing of the Dao talisman on his body, how could he not see it.

Indeed, it was those few good talismans that helped share the pressure of the illusion pair, and Chun Baixue could barely fight with him without losing.

"It's impossible for the Blood Demon Eight Servants to have your strength, and there are almost only existences above the 'Lord of Seals' who can make me so embarrassed in the world!" Chun Baixue has always been very cold, and he does have this qualification.

"I know it's this seat, but you're still so crazy, so proud, spring and snow, you are really the same as rumored!" The man in the suit is tantamount to admitting that he is the master of the seal.

"You're much better looking than you thought, but, Blood Demon God! You didn't bring a close attendant with you this time, you definitely overestimated yourself. Chun Baixue finally revealed the man's true identity.

In the face of the 'Lord of Blood Oath', he was not afraid, "I dare to promise that you will not take anything with you in today's battle!" ”

……

There is no doubt that it is the blood lord who comes to the door to disturb him on his side, so in Bosen City, who is it that makes Long Jiu so nervous!?

The style of the man and the Blood Lord was very different, he didn't sign the Office of the Special Traveler, he just released his momentum once from a distance of a kilometer, and lured Long Jiu out.

And the farther and farther away, until the deserted wilderness did not stop.

"Long Jiu, you have grown up very fast, I am very happy!" The man turned around, wearing a large, round mask on his face, with a smug and mocking smile on it, who was not the 'man in the round mask'.

"Rat, I'm very happy that you can come to your death so soon!" Long Jiu was really very happy now, but he couldn't laugh at all, Han Yuzhi's blood sea was suppressed.

Happiness naturally has a reason to be happy, at least this guy has led himself to a place where no one is, and he doesn't have to hold back when he fights.

Although I don't know what the conspiracy of the round-faced masked man is, it would be better not to be distracted to protect the others.

"You can recognize my breath so quickly! Not bad, not bad! The round-faced masked man didn't care about Long Jiu's anger at all, but continued to praise him, praising him from the bottom of his heart.

"Shizun was killed by you, are you Zhen Beicui or Ning Junqiu, and there is one more!" Long Jiu remembered that day, he vaguely felt two breaths from outside the formation, two very similar breaths, and the round-faced masked man in front of him was definitely one of them.

"Kill you, I'm enough for one person, Han Yuzhi, this old guy, should have died a long time ago, you have only been a master and apprentice with him for a few days, why do you have to act so numbly!" Of course, the masked man will not reveal his identity, he has always been the most cautious and careful.

The reason why Long Jiu was lured to the suburbs was because he was afraid that there would be many people, and even if he was wearing a mask, he was unwilling to appear in front of the public.

As for getting some hostages to threaten the other party when he couldn't beat him, he really didn't think about it.

It is not easy to destroy Han Yuzhi, even if the old man's longevity is about to end, but what about Long Jiu...... No matter how genius is always a junior, can he be a genius in the summer rain? That kid didn't almost lose his life at his own hands.

"People like you will never understand......" Long Jiu's face at the moment was a bit like his mask, full of mockery, "Some people are just masters and apprentices overnight, but they are already like father and son." But some people only have interests in their hearts, even if they get along with others for a long time, they are still selfish...... I only know how to pursue the "Teacher's Tablet"! Can you understand the avenue on the inscription!? ”

"I've got a lot of time to read it, and you'...... I'm afraid I won't be able to understand it forever! With a wave of his hand, the masked man pulled up the endless trees in the forest below and attacked Long Jiu.

"I don't know who died tonight!" How could Long Jiu not understand the meaning of his words, a dead man would never be able to understand anything again.

The steel longsword ignited a masculine flame, and in a burst of slashing, the main rod branches all broke and fell.

"Huh!?" However, he soon realized that something was wrong, and when he looked up, he saw large pieces of flint falling down, each of which exceeded one side.

At the same time, the branches that had been wrapped around suddenly became tough.

Secretly said with good intentions, Long Jiu was also extremely emotionally aware that the round-faced masked man had a lot of abilities, and each of them was very tricky.

At the beginning, the wood system deliberately showed weakness, just to let himself relax and tighten, and when his mind was attracted by the attack that suddenly appeared above, and then the entanglement below was instantly strengthened, and ordinary people would definitely be caught off guard, at least they would be in a hurry.

And his ability suspended in the air, a bit like Dirk's ionization field, but the waves seem to be more like air itself......

While observing and analyzing the opponent, Long Jiu pulled out the 'Feather Ink Flying Snow' on his waist again, his body turned, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and the inscription of the Shidao kept rotating and playing, all of which were chapters of 'adjusting the control situation', and they were connected in a circle and circulated around the body, blocking the upper and lower layers of attacks.