The moment Hua Qingmo saw Wenjing, the whole person unconsciously took half a step back, and a coolness invaded her back for some reason. She has always been a little afraid of Wenjing, not only because of this person's omnipotence, but because she can't see through this person at all.

In this world, a person who can see through, no matter how powerful he is, can still find a way to deal with it after all. And the kind of person who can't see through it at all is the most terrifying.

"Are you from Ghost Valley?" Hua Qingmo looked at Wen Jing, her voice was cold and full of vigilance. She stretched out her hand to block Yun Qianmeng's front and protect her behind her. Immediately, she quickly drew the saber from her waist. The sunlight reflected by the sword body just fell on Hua Qingmo's face, and the skin that the light illuminated was as white as snow.

"It was a long time ago." Looking at the long sword in Hua Qingmo's hand, the smile on Wen Jing's beautiful and handsome face was the same as before, warm and moist like a piece of white jade exuding clear light, soft like a white cloud in the sky at this time.

Then, Wen Jing slowly raised his hand, and his slender fingers like white jade seemed to be whiter and more tender than the moon-white brocade robe he was wearing. Seeing Wen Jing's action, the person behind him immediately handed the long sword in his hand to Wen Jing.

"Snow Cold Sword?" Hua Qingmo looked at the sword in Wen Jing's hand and was slightly stunned. She looked at Wen Jing, paused for a moment, and said, "You are the master of Xuanyuan Tower?" ”

"Guess." Wen Jing's words carried a little ridicule, and the smile on the corner of his lips did not decrease but increased. He looked at the Xue Han Sword for a moment, directly threw the Xue Han Sword to Hua Qingmo, and then took the Xuanyuan Sword handed by the person behind him.

"A good sword must be matched with a suitable master, I have already given the frost cold sword to Zi Xiao, and now this snow cold sword will be given to you, although the frost cold snow cold is tied for seventh, but if these two swords are not hostile but come out together, they can be comparable to the first-ranked Longyuan sword. Now, let's play a game. Wen Jing slowly pulled out the Xuanyuan sword, and the golden-colored sword body shone brightly in the sun, extremely bright. Immediately, Wen Jing threw it casually, and the scabbard was as fast as lightning, inserted into the ground on the side.

Such a scene made Hua Qingmo's heart startled, and she couldn't help but clench her snow cold sword and look at Wenjing more vigilantly. She knew that Wen Jing was omnipotent, so she also thought that his martial arts were not weak, but from the move just now, Hua Qingmo could know that Wen Jing's skills were unfathomable.

"Qingmo, if you win me, I will release you and Princess Tingfang, if you lose, I will also release Princess Tingfang, but I will accept your life." After Wen Jing finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed at Hua Qingmo. Immediately, without waiting for Hua Qingmo to answer, he suddenly took out his sword and attacked Hua Qingmo.

Wen Jingyue's white brocade robe, graceful and graceful, the Xuanyuan sword in her hand was shining, and a fan-shaped sword shadow quickly stretched out, hitting Hua Qingmo.

Seeing this, Hua Qingmo quickly pushed Yun Qianmeng away, pulled out the Snow Han Sword and stood in place, ready to meet Wenjing's attack. When the sword shadow was still two meters away from Hua Qingmo, Wen Jing's figure suddenly looked like a ghost, and countless figures attacked Hua Qingmo at the same time, the sword light was rampant, and the murderous aura was fully revealed.

When Hua Qingmo was about to use her ability to watch, she remembered that her ability was useless to Wenjing. Immediately, Hua Qingmo quickly closed her eyes, no longer looking at the bewildered figures around her, but relying on her hearing and body sensations to predict the direction of Wenjing. At this time, Hua Qingmo finally decided that Bai Zixiao should teach herself to practice like that.

Because, many times, the eyes can deceive.

After the collision ......of the long swords, a sharp and cold sound slashed through. At this time, Hua Qingmo opened her eyes, stared at Wen Jing, who was close in front of her at this time, with an unchanged expression, and asked sharply, "Wen Jing, what do you want to do?" Did that person order you to kill me again? ”

"Guess what!" Wen Jing's voice was full of things, and then he leaned to the side, and Hua Qingmo's snow cold sword slashed along the Xuanyuan sword at the same time, it also slashed over Wen Jing's face, cutting off his flowing ink hair.

Immediately, the two stood with their backs to each other, and the distance between them was only a few meters. But with the move just now, Hua Qingmo had a little understanding of Wenjing's martial arts, and she also had a bottom in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the two were entangled, and the two figures were like two tornadoes rising from the ground, making it impossible for outsiders to get close at all. Although the courtyard was huge, the sword qi that the two of them overwhelmingly attacked swept through like a cold wind with ice and snow. This made several men around and Yun Qianmeng have to retreat to the side, so as not to be injured by the sword qi.

Suddenly, the long swords of the two converged, and the sword light shone with starlight in the coldness, dazzling to the extreme. At the same moment, the two of them palmed at the same time, and the internal force in their palms gathered to hit each other. But the figures of the two are as agile and dexterous as goshawks, and their bodies seem to soften into water, and under each other's attacks, they avoid it at a distance of a drop, which is surprisingly accurate.

The palm wind struck the ground behind the two of them, shattering a few pieces of bluestone. Seeing this, Hua Qingmo passed in front of Wenjing and fell to the place where the bluestone was broken. Kicking the ground suddenly, the shattered bluestone was shaken up by the internal force, as if it was floating, surrounding Hua Qingmo. The snow cold sword in his hand, the sword light was rapid and weird, and it quickly slashed through the broken bluestone, and suddenly countless broken bluestone attacked Wenjing. Such a scene deepened the smile on the corner of Wen Jing's lips, and he also used the same method to hit Hua Qingmo with a bluestone,

The bluestone collided on the left and right between the two, as if it was constantly sounding firecrackers, loud and powerful. Then, Qingshi landed, and when Hua Qingmo was about to attack Wenjing again, a golden light came from below, she lowered her head slightly, and saw the Xuanyuan sword across her neck.

"The internal strength of the moves is comparable to the world's first-class masters, but I have forgotten the way of not getting tired of deceit." Wen Jing's gentle voice sounded in Hua Qingmo's ears, and then he put the Xuanyuan Sword close to Hua Qingmo's neck, and his voice was still so soft and gentle: "Qingmo, you have lost, and your life is mine." ”

"Really?" A hint of a smile appeared on the corner of Hua Qingmo's lips, and the silver needle shining against the left hand of Wen Jing's body.

Hearing this, Wen Jing looked down at the silver needle, and the smile on the corner of his lips deepened: "It seems that I have grown up a lot, and I know the secret plan." ”

"It's Zi Xiao's good teaching, when I played chess with him, he told me, if you play against Wenjing one day, don't think about facing the enemy head-on, because I can't beat you. Of course, don't try to escape, no one can escape from your hands, the best way is to plot against you and take advantage of the opportunity. Hua Qingmo turned around, looking at Wenjing, who was only a stone's throw away from her, with a slight smile on the corner of her lips that didn't mean it. Since the last time he wanted his life, she no longer regarded Wen Jing as a friend, and she didn't dare to relax with him from time to time. Now, this vigilance really saved her once.

"It turns out that Zi Xiao taught well." Wen Jing listened to what Hua Qingmo said, and the smile on the corner of her lips was like a blooming white lotus, holy and elegant. But at the same time, it has a demonic charm that looks like a blood-colored stalk. He let go slightly, and the Xuanyuan Sword fell to the ground, making a cold and silent sound. Then, he leaned over and attached himself to Hua Qingmo's ear, and said in a very soft voice: "Qingmo, the Xiaoyao Kingdom and the Linyue Kingdom have started a war, if you are willing to believe me again, I will take you to a place where you can stop the blood flowing around the Ghost Valley this time." Originally, I just wanted to take you there. ”

"Where?" Hua Qingmo asked out loud when she heard this. In these days in the Ghost Valley, she only cared about reading books in the library pavilion, and she didn't expect anything unexpected, let alone that the Xiaoyao Kingdom would send troops to confront Linyue. In any case, she is now the general of Linyue, and the lives of those soldiers are in her hands. Now that there was a way to avoid war, she really wanted to give it a try. After all, any scene is better than a river of blood.

"Snow Moon Lake." Wen Jing gently spit out three words, then turned to look outside, and said, "It's the lake around the Ghost Valley, you should have seen it when you came." ”

"Well, yes, but I don't think there's any way to avoid war." Hua Qingmo's voice replied coldly, obviously not believing Wenjing.

"There are some things that can't be seen with the eyes alone, don't you wonder why there is such a strange and strange lake in this world?" Wen Jing looked at Hua Qingmo again, and the smile on the corner of his lips never fell. He raised his hand and picked up a strand of hair hanging from Hua Qingmo's chest, and his white and slender hand was more delicate and delicate than a woman's hand.

"Qingmo, you have to think about it, do you believe it or not? My compassion is not so easy to have, if you really don't want to believe it, then leave with Princess Tingfang, Guigu will definitely not stop you. But if you miss this opportunity, if you come to beg me, I won't help you. After Wen Jing finished speaking, he put down Hua Qingmo's hair, and then slowly retreated to the back. At the same time, he raised his right hand into a fist and slowly raised his index finger: "One." ”

"Two."

"Three ......"

"Well, I believe you." Hua Qingmo's voice and Wen Jing's voice almost overlapped together, and then, Hua Qingmo said solemnly again: "I believe you, for the last time." ”

"You are really much more sensible than Zi Xiao, if he is he, he will never believe me." Wen Jing couldn't help but smile when he heard Hua Qingmo's words. Then, he looked at the guards beside him and commanded, "You send Princess Tingfang safely to Prince Yawen's side." ”

"Yes, master."

The man next to him immediately knelt down to receive the order, and then faced Yun Qianmeng and said, "Princess Tingfang, please!" ”

For this, Yun Qianmeng was a little hesitant. But thinking that staying by Hua Qingmo's side would also affect her, she left with those people.

Soon, only Hua Qingmo, Wen Jing and two entourages were left in the courtyard, at this time Wen Jing turned around and said directly: "Let's go, go to Xueyue Lake." ”

"Hmm."

Soon, the two of them arrived at the Snow Moon Lake. The water of the lake, as always, is an eerie black. The water of the lake gently fluctuates, reflecting the falling sunlight, and it seems that there is a trace of weirdness missing.

"Knock knock knock ......" Suddenly, there was a drum sound in the distance, and the sound seemed to be able to shake the heavens and the earth. This voice made Hua Qingmo stunned, she turned her head to look at Wen Jing, and said, "Is this the sound of war drums?" ”