In Datang, there are probably more than ten people who can be called heroes, but only one can be called a "legend".

Big Snow Mountain, Mu Jingfeng.

He is extremely martial arts and chivalrous. Dressed in chic and elegant white, he has become a symbol of his identity.

More than ten years ago, he went to the Western Regions with one person and one sword, and defeated countless masters of the Xia Kingdom without tasting a single defeat. The beard who has always looked down on Datang realized that Datang also has a master - and he is an invincible peerless master!

In order to defend the dignity of the Xia Kingdom, the young Shenwu Sect Leader, as the representative of the Xia Kingdom's martial arts, fought a decisive battle with Mu Jingfeng in the Great Desert.

It's a pity that that stubborn woman lived up to the expectations of the entire Xia Kingdom, and the undefeated myth of Mu Jingfeng is still continuing.

Since then, the proud woman, who is unwilling to fail, has embarked on a path of endless challenges. Every time she fails, she will be more determined to win; Every scar will make her imprint that elegant and calm man more deeply in her mind.

After many years, she realized that this insistence on winning had quietly changed.

Her heart was no longer filled with martial arts and religious affairs, and she would think of that face in her spare time, and occasionally recall a glance from him, which would make her satisfied.

It was much later that she discovered that this kind of feeling was called "love". When she wanted to pull back from the precipice, she found that her heart was out of control.

But the positions are different, and the two are destined to be inseparable. What's even more cruel is that the tearing of interests makes them finally stand in a position of life and death.

The last time the two met, she finally won - the proudest victory of her life, and the most painful and deadly victory.

Mu Jingfeng, who was lucky enough to survive, refused the title of "National Teacher" and resolutely came to the bitter cold land of Daxue Mountain, where he lived for thirteen years.

And she...... Bearing the infamy of a traitor, he imprisoned himself on the holy mountain and never left the Shenwu Sect for half a step.

Thirteen years later, in the same place, in the same position.

Ling Bingyan stared at the figure of the white-clothed Shengxue in the distance, as if he had returned to the day he had been.

Fate turns, she is still as beautiful as she used to be, but he is old, but he is quite worthy of the body, silently telling him that he is as stubborn as he was back then.

really loves someone, even if you forget and hate him, you can't let go of it.

She laughed miserably, and suddenly felt that she was no longer the leader of the Demon Sect, but just a poor woman who was played by fate.

Countless black-armored rebels vanished, the pale sky vanished, and her soul-stinging eyes stoodle through the rowhouses, as if she wanted to imprint his appearance in her mind one last time.

Then, she moved!

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The defenders of the Tang Dynasty were thunderous.

No one will forget the person who lives on the top of the snow-capped mountain, his appearance makes everyone cheer and makes every Tang people proud. They believed he would work miracles, just as he did thirteen years ago.

With a smile on the corner of Qin Tian's mouth, he muttered, "You're finally here......"

Cheng Yunhe remained motionless in place, the face under the mask did not know what the expression was, but the slightly trembling arms hinted at the unpeace in his heart.

Mu Jingfeng's sudden appearance rekindled the lost confidence of the Tang defenders, and everyone had a different brilliance with an eager face, only two people did not show half of the joy.

Tang An and Mu Rong.

Maybe only the two of them know the truth. The reason why Mu Jingfeng stood at the top of the pavilion was to break Ling Bingyan apart. He didn't dare to stand in front of the palace gate, because with only three successes left, he could never be Ling Bingyan's opponent.

He only hopes to delay time with his remnants and do his last bit for Datang.

A trace of anxiety flashed in Mu Rong's eyes, and scenes from the past came to mind.

Thirteen years ago, on the way back to Daxue Mountain, he found a shivering little girl, just like when he found Mu Junli.

He brought himself back to the Great Snow Mountain, nursed himself as an adult, and taught himself martial arts. Although he was seriously injured, he spent most of his time suppressing his injuries by the cold air of the snowy mountains, but every time they met, he would always inquire about his current situation with concern.

He is not a father, but he is better than a father.

Mu Rong couldn't watch the father-like man die in front of her eyes, and just when everyone was looking forward to seeing the two supreme masters dedicate an earth-shattering battle, she suddenly left the place, like a beautiful white swan, spreading her wings and swooping towards the bright red in the air.

"Sister Fairy!"

Tang An was shocked. He didn't know how high Mu Rong's martial arts were, but after watching Ling Bingyan's heart-pounding murderous performance, he knew that if the two daughters competed, the one who lost would be Mu Rong.

It's a pity that she left without warning, and when Tang An realized that something was wrong, he could only reach out and grab it in vain.

He caught the corner of the white skirt, but the resolute Mu Rong walked so fast that he didn't have time to keep it.

"Snort", Tang An only tore a piece of white cloth in his hand.

His face was as dead as ashes, as if something precious was leaving him.

"Sister Fairy!! Don't!! ”

Listening to the heart-rending shouts behind him, Mu Rong had a little smile on his face. can make him so concerned, what is there to be dissatisfied with?

As a woman who should have died in the war a long time ago, it is enough to live to be loved by two men until now!

After the smile, Mu Rong's face was like frost, and an amazing chill emanated from her body, as if the big snow mountain was her, and she was the big snow mountain!

She pushed out a palm without hurrying, and everyone had a vague illusion, as if the cold air around her was surging towards the white palm like a giant whale sucking water. It wasn't until she was close to the red figure that she sent her palm with all her might.

The Great Snow Mountain Peerless Learning: The Snow Mountain Intercepts the Pulse!

Silent, but comparable to thunder.

Although it seems to be unremarkable, the coldness from the heart makes everyone realize that this fluttering palm is more destructive than the powerful blow of the eight people joining forces!

Ling Bingyan, who had just stepped on the gray roof tiles, seemed to be aware of the threat, and suddenly turned his head with an extremely solemn expression.

"This trick is still a bit of a thing, Mu Jingfeng's apprentice, it's really unusual."

While speaking, she didn't dare to slack off at all, took a deep breath, and also printed it with one palm!

Two figures, one red and one white, bumped together on the eaves!

To everyone's surprise, Ling Bingyan's red sleeve, which had taken the lives of several masters in a row, actually shattered piece by piece under the palm of the woman in white, revealing a white jade-like crystal wrist!

Mu Rong is not much better, and the white sleeves dissipate instantly as if they were being scorched by fire!

"Bang!"

The two palms are printed together, like the collision of a snow-capped mountain and a volcano, the woman in white is as white as snow, and the woman in red is as red as a flame.

The old house seemed to be unable to withstand this huge might, and the solid roof collapsed with a bang!

With Ling Bingyan's skill, it seemed that it was difficult to withstand the power of a palm, and "Teng Teng" took five steps backwards in a row, and then took advantage of the momentum to jump, until he stepped on the second row of houses to dissolve the cold air.

In the hustle and bustle, Mu Rong was even more unbearable, flying back like a meteor, and fell hard into the open space between the defenders and the rebels. Before he could stand up, he looked up to the sky and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

Blood dots fall on the white clothes, like winter snow and red plums.

"Sister Fairy!"

Tang An couldn't hold back any longer, and ran towards the middle of the street full of trips.

Even if he knew that Dongfang Yuanxing couldn't wait to kill himself, he saw that the fairy was seriously injured, as if he had been stabbed in the heart, and the pain was unbearable.

He rushed to Mu Rong's side in three steps and two steps, took Mu Rong, who was like an injured white dove, into his arms, gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said anxiously: "How are you?" Is the injury serious? ”

Mu Rong looked at the concern in his eyes, a warm current flowed through his body, and he shook his head slightly and said, "I can't die." ”

"You stupid girl! Since you know that the woman is invincible in the world, why do you want to send her to death? If you die, where will I find a sister as beautiful as you? ”

"I... I haven't promised to be your senior sister yet. Mu Rong smiled slightly, and his pale face looked particularly terrifying. My master has treated me like a mountain, and now his skills have been greatly damaged, and he will never be the opponent of this woman. If I don't do it again, the master will die. ”

Tang An was a little domineering and hugged her hard, and said loudly: "I don't care who will die, anyway, I don't allow you to die!" ”

Feeling the temperature in his arms, Mu Rong closed his eyes a little intoxicated, and muttered, "That... I try to stay alive. ”

"Tang An, you better worry about yourself first!"

Seeing that the enemy was right in front of him, Zhan Wushuang beside Dongfang Yuanxing could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, snatched a total of arrows from the guards beside him, and used all his strength to open the bow and release!

"Ding!"

Ling Bingyan tiptoed a little, and a piece of green wacha blocked the path of the sharp arrow, defusing the arrow that Tang An and the others were determined to get.

Zhan Wushuang's face was full of astonishment, he turned his head to look at the roof, and asked, "What does the sect leader mean by this?" ”

Ling Bingyan hid his trembling hand behind him, for fear that others would see that he was dealing with Fang Cai's blow with far less ease than it seemed on the surface.

She looked at Zhan Wushuang and explained: "That day in Dima City, the two of them secretly helped this seat once, and today this seat rescued them once, and I no longer owe them anything." ”

Zhan Wushuang made up his mind: Since it is to save each other once, then how can you hide from my second arrow?

Just about to open the bow again, Zhan Wushuang suddenly felt the wind behind him. Su Mei'er, who was dressed in a colorful neon dress, swept in front of her eyes like a gust of wind, and snatched the bow and arrow in her hand.

Su Mei'er came to the front of the army and said loudly: "This is a matter of the Shenwu Sect, ordinary people can't interfere!" ”

Zhan Wushuang was furious and roared loudly: "This is our Datang business!" It's not your turn yet! ”

Su Mei'er glanced at him coldly, threw the arrow in her hand hard, shot back like lightning, flew past Zhan Wushuang's cheek, and firmly inserted it on the carriage.

The tail of the arrow shuddered slightly, as if to tell him how close death was to him.

Su Meier threatened: "Family affairs, state affairs, and world affairs, it is not the turn of the dead to worry about - do you want to become a dead man?" ”

Zhan Wushuang's eyes were red, he clenched his fists and looked at Dongfang Yuanxing beside him, and said angrily: "My lord! ”

"Hey-" Dongfang Yuanxing waved his hand and said in a low voice: "Mu Jingfeng and Mu Rong, these two people are the spiritual pillars of Datang. If someone wants to help us take the lead in destroying the confidence of the defenders, why don't we do it? ”

Zhan Wushuang gasped and snorted with indignation, his eyes extremely resentful.