Xun Fangli's smile was like a flower, blooming to the extreme, "Haven't you remembered me yet?" ”

Ouyang He was stunned for a moment, and his tone hesitated slightly, "Bai Li? ”

Xun Fangli retracted the smart dance belt and began to smile shallowly: "King Nanyang is really good at remembering, I'll test it, you really have to remember me." ”

Memories go back ten years.

The sky-high firelight, the blood all over the ground, it is no longer the Baifu that shocks the capital, it is more like a purgatory on earth, without a trace of life.

A six-year-old little girl, with big eyes, looking at everything in front of her, she pushed her mother, her mother didn't move, she pushed her father, but her father didn't react, she pushed her sister, and her sister didn't pay attention to her, and all 159 people in Baifu died in this massacre.

There are no tears in the little girl's eyes, only hatred, that is the hatred in her bones, this hatred makes her feel that tears are superfluous, she has no qualifications to cry, only by repaying the blood hatred and tasting this blood debt, she is qualified to laugh, to make trouble, to complete her own life.

She stood in the raging fire, smiling sweetly, but as if she had the courage to fight against everything, she only said one sentence, I will not let these one hundred and fifty-nine people die in vain.

Ouyang He will never forget the expression of the little girl in white, calm with bitter hatred, but without a single tear, without showing the slightest weakness of himself, the look that dared to look at the world, so that he couldn't forget it when he dreamed back at midnight, but when she had disappeared in the fire, she survived so tenaciously.

Is she seeking revenge?

If so......

The corners of Ouyang He's mouth showed a wry smile, blood debts must be paid in blood.

He sighed briefly, but his body became more aggressive, and he decided to fight to the death, and no more people could die for it......

As he spoke, the sword had already come to him with the determination of his master, Xun Fangli smiled faintly: "It's finally time to make a move!" ”

She didn't dodge or dodge, waiting for the sword to gallop, her tone was like a gentle flower, and she murmured, "I'm not the six-year-old kid I was back then. ”

A snowflake, gently blocking the way of the sword, the snowflakes are shining with crystal light, where are the snowflakes coming from in this August season?

"Snow Slash?" Ouyang He lost his voice and said, "You have practiced snow slashing?" ”

"Yes, it's unfortunate that I met a master who knows how to slash snow, and she happens to be the nemesis of Yang Dance Sword!" Xun Fangli's face always has a faint smile, which makes people feel no trace of murder, as if only the sweet taste floats in the air, but when she speaks, there is always a cold and piercing feeling lingering around, making people breathless.

Yang Dance swordsmanship is a set of internal force infusion, the sword and people into one swordsmanship, this set of swordsmanship to learn masculine internal force, the power emitted is also extremely hot.

In the same way, the things in the world are mutually reinforcing, and its nemesis is the swordsmanship of the internal force of the Yin and Softness, which destroys the power of masculinity, which is equivalent to breaking the root of this set of swordsmanship and cutting off the power of supply, and its effect is naturally the same as that of ordinary swordsmanship, and there is no difference.

Although the snow slash is not a sword technique, it is a sword qi condensed with the power of feminine coldness, like a snowflake, crystal clear, specializing in the power of heat, which can completely turn the Yang Dance sword technique into lifeless, and can no longer play a wonderful role.

"I'm an adult." Xun Fangli gently pinched a snowflake, as if admiring the beautiful luster, and suddenly, the transparent snowflake cracked into several petals, no longer delicate and beautiful, but there was still a sharp aura.

Ouyang He looked at Xun Fangli quietly, his heart turned a thousand times, but he couldn't say a word.

"It seems that the prince was surprised by my performance." Xun Fangli's face bloomed with a gleam, "Then go to hell to atone for your sins!" The snowflakes in her hands suddenly shone brightly, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a long sword, speeding towards Ouyang He's heart, Ouyang He hurriedly retreated, still hit by the snow slash, and his breath gradually became unstable......

The snow slash came into the air again, with a magnificent momentum, and directly took Ouyang He's head!

A fan blocked the way of the snow slash, and the snow slash shattered in response to the sound, turning into fragments.

"Why are you here?"

"Dad, you don't take me seriously, my fan is a very famous weapon." The young man withdrew his fan and shook it gently, with a cynical smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Nonsense, now is not the time to play, go back!" Ouyang He's eyes widened angrily, and Ouyang Yi roared back a few steps, but he didn't forget to continue teasing: "Although it's not the time to play, how can I not participate in such an interesting battle?" ”

The paper fan flew away, as if it was running in the direction of Xun Fangli, swaying and disorganized.

"A broken fan wants to block me?" Xun Fangli pursed his lips contemptuously, and the next second he exclaimed, "It's so fast!" ”

The folding fan, which was still fluttering and weak just now, seemed to have suddenly grown wings, whirling around looking for gaps.

Xun Fangli calmly dealt with it, and waved his hand, "Then I'll cut you off." ”

She held the snow slash in her hand, and slashed down with a sword, not seeing the paper fan shake a bit, but shaking herself and the snow slash a few meters away.

"What a hard fan, it's ......"

Xun Fangli slowly raised his head, and Ouyang Yi had already chased after him.

Only a cold feather fan in the world can have such power.

He's still here.

The corners of Ouyang Yi's mouth rose slightly, "Girl, it's so angry, could it be that you also want to change to the Yang Dance Sword?" ”

"Ouyang Gongzi, it seems that there will be a battle between us!" Xun Fangli still smiled shallowly.

"It's also my blessing to be able to fight with the white girl." Ouyang Yi had already held the fan in his hand and shook it gently, as if he was enjoying the coolness.

Xun Fangli's heart has already turned over the river and the sea, when did he know his identity? Has my sister's identity also been investigated?

Xun Fangli decided to put away the uneasiness in his heart and concentrate on the battle in front of him, and the layout of many years could not be destroyed in one fell swoop.

"Childe can taste the true power of the snow slash, okay?" Xun Fangli raised his hand, and the snow turned into thousands of snowflakes, constantly flying, as if turning into a huge wind wheel, with the power of thunder, rushing directly towards Ouyang Yi.

"It's kind of interesting!" In an instant, the paper fan in Ouyang Yi's hand had suddenly become larger, comparable to the snow slash, the strength of the two was equal, and after the violent collision, a gorgeous spark was produced, causing the people around to retreat again and again.

The paper fan is as bright as ever, but the snow chop is broken alive.

Xun Fangli finally put away the shallow smile on her face, she frowned, "You are the first person I pay attention to today!" ”

The snow slash has turned into petals, like a blooming jasmine flower, slowly drifting towards Ouyang Yi.

"I'm also very honored to have the girl use the seventh layer of the snow slash."

The paper fan also changed violently, turning into a sharp sword, reaching the center of the stamen, and piercing deeply.

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

Xun Fangli's face gradually turned pale, as if he had been drained of his strength.

The seventh layer of the Snow Slash has been broken.

With a "wow", Xun Fang couldn't resist the backlash of internal force, and spit out a mouthful of blood. But he still maintained a stubborn look on his face.

"I lost"

"You've practiced very well, it's just ......" Ouyang Yi paused, "You should know the gap between you and me in terms of internal strength." ”

The paper fan returned to Ouyang Yi's hand, and he smiled slightly, "Maybe your sister can break my skill, but unfortunately, she doesn't seem to be here." ”

Xun Fangli suddenly flew away, leaving only a faint echo in the sky, "Ouyang Gongzi, there will be a period later." ”

Ouyang Yi's face finally showed a touch of solemnity, could it be that they were striking the west?

A red flare rises into the sky, making a sound like the roar of a giant beast, heralding the arrival of its time.

"Yi'er, are you alright?"

"Dad, don't make a fuss, you should understand my strength." Ouyang Yi put away his solemn expression, changed back to his uninhibited state, and playfully evoked a smile.

"All day long, you know what to do!"

"Where am I messing around, look, wasn't the troublemaker driven away by me?" Ouyang Yi was very dissatisfied with his father's evaluation, shook his head and shook his fan, and gradually walked away.

"Where are you going?"

Ouyang Yi plucked out his ears, and was already impatient with his father's roar, "Of course I'm helping you, you didn't look at such a big signal flare, it flashed so much that my head hurt to death, I want to take a look!" ”

Ouyang He stopped talking, watching his son drift away, although he loves to play and make trouble, but in major matters, he has done a good job, he has already made arrangements, and there should be no problems over there.

Ouyang Yi walked for a while, but found that the silence in the palace was a little terrifying, "It's all chickens flying and dogs jumping all day long, haven't they all changed their temperament?" “

Still silent.

He walked to the front of Yixiang Pavilion, but found that Ouyang Xue's boudoir, which was the most lively on weekdays, was unusually deserted.

"Hey, hey, Ouyang Xue, what the hell are you doing?"

Ouyang Yi pushed the door in, and couldn't help laughing, only to see a woman dressed in pink tulle, tied to a chair, unable to move, her big eyes, looking straight at Ouyang Yi, struggling to shout, but couldn't make the slightest sound.

Ouyang Yi stepped forward quickly and tore off the rag that was stuck in Ouyang Xue's mouth.

"My good sister, which one are you playing?

"Phew, you were born a few minutes early, and you bullied me all day long, how can you be a brother!" Ouyang Xue said hatefully, "Why don't you untie my rope quickly?" You want to suffocate me! ”

"It's okay to untie it, call Brother Sheng to listen." Ouyang Yi propped his chin and looked at Ouyang Xue with a look of pride.

"No way!" Ouyang Xue awkwardly didn't look at Ouyang Yi, her wrist rubbed for a long time, but the rope was too tight to move at all.