Shu Yunjian's words made Hua Qingmo's face solemn, and after hearing Shu Yunjian say that the cat was sealed with a golden needle, she already had this idea in her heart, but she didn't want to believe it. But now that the book and cloud notes have been spoken, she can't help but believe it.

After a moment of silence, Hua Qingmo looked at Shu Yunjian and asked seriously, "Yunjian, can you help me save the cat?" She's my subordinate, and I can't let her die in such a muddle. ”

"With me, the cat will be fine, you go to the competition first, I will take advantage of this time to help the cat pull out the golden needle." Shu Yunjian smiled mildly and said softly.

"Well, I'm going to use that wind sparsely, you should be careful." Hua Qingmo's voice was full of boundless coldness, and her eyes were as deep as autumn water, dark and a little weird. first used such vicious methods to make the cat lose his memory, and then tricked the cat into committing herself to him. This man didn't care about the cat at all, and he was probably with the cat because of the orders of the person behind him. However, the two have the most intimate relationship together and have children. Feng Shuyi has no feelings for cats, what is the use of such a man?

Quickly walked to the ring, and at this time Feng Shuyong had already stood on the ring. He was dressed in green clothes, slender and slender, and his handsome face looked handsome and outstanding under the sunlight shining in from the top of the tower, and the long sword in his hand was shining with a cold and ruthless light, which reflected him more and more, which was extraordinary.

In front of the tower owner who passed by the first tower, he had a sword in his hand. Such a scene made Hua Qingmo slightly stunned, and unconsciously stopped and looked at the tower owner.

Seeing that Hua Qingmo had stopped, the tower master stepped forward, put the sword on his fingers, handed it to Hua Qingmo, and said politely: "The sword used by Feng Gongzi is called Shuang Leng, ranking seventh on the world's sword list, the master knows that Mo Gongzi has no weapons, so he borrowed his other saber Xue Han Sword to Gongzi for use, Xue Han and Shuang Leng are tied for seventh on the sword list, Mo Gongzi and Feng Gongzi fight this time, it must be more interesting than the battle with Yan Zong." ”

"The master of Xuanyuan Pagoda is really a strange person, but his kindness, Mo accepted it." Receiving the Snow Cold Sword from the tower master's hand, the moment she held it, Hua Qingmo felt an indescribable cold aura attacking. At this moment, she deeply felt that her hand seemed to be on the frozen water, and the chill from her palm was clear and profound.

Then, Hua Qingmo stepped lightly and stood on top of the ring. She was dressed in a white robe, and her height reached under her lips, and she looked slender and weak. The pure white sunlight fell, attached to her body, and her whole person was like a fairy floating from the nine heavens.

In the Xuanyuan Tower, the lonely shadow is cold and lonely, the white clothes are like clouds, and the long sword is better than the snow.

"In this competition, if you are knocked out of the ring, you will lose, if you surrender, if you are killed, you will lose, and you can use hidden weapons and poison, but there are no other requirements." The tower master stood on one side of the ring and spoke, then he looked at the person who was striking the gong on the side and nodded.

"Bang ......" A loud gong sound came, and the sound was transmitted in the Xuanyuan Pagoda, which was particularly sharp. Suddenly, the entire Xuanyuan Pagoda fell silent, and the people around were all staring intently at the ring, waiting for the next battle of kings.

Soon, Feng Shu raised his arm, and the frost cold sword pointed at Hua Qingmo, Feng Shuyong also looked at her, and Hua Qingmo looked at Feng Shuyong.

The two looked at each other so naturally, and the bottom of Hua Qingmo's eyes was cold and thin, like a first quarter moon in a winter night, cold and ruthless, cold and heartless.

Feng Shuyong looked at her very calmly, his eyes were calm, but there was a flame flowing from his eyes.

In an instant, Feng Shu's voice rushed towards Hua Qingmo like a ghost, and the slender figure stretched out a figure that bewildered the eyes, looking as if countless Feng Shu were attacking Hua Qingmo together, and the frost cold sword light came wantonly, with an extreme killing.

In this regard, Hua Qingmo quickly looked at it with her ability, and instantly distinguished the wind in front of her, and immediately blocked it with the Snow Cold Sword.

The long swords converged, and there was a sharp and cold sound in an instant. Feng Shuyong and Hua Qingmo's eyes met for a moment, and then separated as the two of them moved away.

Standing on the other side of the ring, Hua Qingmo glanced at Feng Shuyong, and decided to delay time with him first, so that Shu Yunjian had enough time to help the cat. From the move just now, Hua Qingmo can be sure that Feng Shu's internal force should be on par with Yun Xie, but it is not his opponent after all. However, her actual combat experience is less than that of ordinary martial arts practitioners, so she is not sure of victory this time, but it is not difficult to hold him back for a while.

At this time, Feng Shu raised his sword again and attacked Hua Qingmo. The collision of the first move just now, the two can be said to be indistinguishable, and in the blink of an eye, the two figures, one green and one white, have been entangled together.

The movements of the two of them were extremely fast, like lightning and thunder, which made people overwhelmed. The people in the Xuanyuan Pagoda only felt that the sword wind was like the cold wind at the end of winter at this time, the cold was sharp, and people felt a slight pain on their faces. But even so, no one took this into account, and they all watched this competition intently as before, for fear that in the blink of an eye, they would miss the wonderful battle between the two in the field.

The two figures, one green and one white, were chaotic like waves that kept converging, and after they parted in an instant, they fought fiercely as before. There are sword marks on the bluestone of the ring, intertwined vertically and horizontally, and with the dazzling white light, the updated sword marks continue to extend, like the cloth interwoven in the shuttle, as if there are traces in every place of the bluestone, weaving a strange picture.

The two fought for about an hour, and their figures were the same as at the beginning, and they were so chaotic that people couldn't see it real.

At this time, on the second floor, the cat who was originally dressed in green clothes has changed into a black dress, the whole person looks extremely gloomy, her body exudes an indescribable coldness, and the whole person is like a demon crawling out of the hell of death, revealing boundless killing and bloodthirsty.

Holding the golden bow in his hand tightly, the cat's eyes were firmly fixed on Feng Shuyong, and a sneer that could not be told appeared on the corner of his bright red lips. When she woke up, she thought back to the past few months. She only felt as dazzling as a needle, making her almost lose her mind and lose her coolness, and only thought about using Feng Shu in front of her to break her body into pieces.

However, Shuyun told her that now Feng Shuyong was competing with her young master, and this war was about Hua Qingmo, so she should not cause trouble for the time being. So, the cat went to the house where he now lives with Feng Shu, put on the clothes he wore when he was caught by Feng Shuyong, and took back the golden bow and mask of the Sixteen Riders of Youyun.

Before leaving, she directly burned all the qiē clean.

The garden where she and Feng Shu walked in their spare time, the fish pond where they fed the fish together, the room where they slept together for many days, and the eyebrow pencil that Feng Shu used to draw her eyebrows when she pretended to be gentle, the jewelry and clothes she chose, the portraits she painted, and the clothes she secretly made for him with her coarse maiden.

All the qiē, she used a fire, and all burned out.

For a few months, although she forgot about her responsibilities, she forgot about her responsibilities. But she has a heart, and it's too normal to be tempted, but she definitely doesn't want to be so fake. Feng Shu's use is the falsehood given to her by God, and she doesn't want him.

In the ring, the competition between the two was at an end at this time. Feng Shu used the frost in her hand to suddenly swipe through Hua Qingmo's bun, cutting the square scarf that bound her hair, and the black hair spread like ink, passing in front of Hua Qingmo's eyes, covering her vision, but she still saw it with her ability. A strand of long hair swept between her red lips, and she opened her mouth to bite it, and between the cold and simple movements, it was indeed shocking and gorgeous.

At the same moment, Hua Qingmo suddenly struck directly at the wind, and all the internal forces of decades were condensed on the Xue Han Sword.

The surrounding air suddenly became heavy, and a layer of white mist appeared on the Snow Cold Sword, and a layer of ice crystals seemed to have been generated on the long sword, which looked slightly weird.

In a lightning-like moment, the Snow Cold Sword in Hua Qingmo's hand seemed to be a piece of wind and snow that came with the wind, and it was used as she struck the wind with her rapid blow. In the flash of time, Hua Qingmo suddenly stopped, and an almost invisible sword light shot out, and the cold light suddenly appeared, hitting the other party's heart.

Feng Shu used his luck to block it, and the frost cold sword in his hand stretched out hundreds of silhouettes, like a wall of light built by the sword shadow, blocking his front. The sword light penetrated the wall of light without hindrance, and hit the wind directly.

But Feng Shu's martial arts and eyesight are outstanding, and when he saw that his moves were useless, he hurriedly retreated, flipped and retreated, and jumped up. Rao is like this, after all, he is one step behind. The cold light missed his heart, and crossed his right shoulder bone. Suddenly, blood churned down, staining his green clothes red, and blooming a flower of death like Manzhu Sahua.

Feng Shu landed on the ground, already under the ring, his figure staggered unsteadily, and when he was about to fall, he immediately inserted the frost cold sword into the ground to support his crumbling body.

As a person who practices martial arts, he can never fall in front of his opponent, which is the dignity of a martial artist.

One person stood on top of the ring with a long body and a graceful posture, and one person stood unsteadily on the ring with an unstable posture. Such a stark difference has been established.

In this competition, the strongest among tens of thousands, Hua Qingmo, who is known as Mo Qinghua

"Mo Qing Huasheng!" With the announcement of the tower owner and the finalization of the gong, the entire Xuanyuan Pagoda was boiling, congratulating Hua Qingmo.

At the same time, the cat on the second floor took out an arrow from the bow and arrow on his back, and then slowly pulled out the golden bow to protect the sun. Her expression was as cold as frost, her eyes were as cold as ice, and she was unrelentingly aimed at the wind, and there was no trace of affection in her eyes, a little tenderness, and a moment of nostalgia.