"Uninvited visitors, don't blame me for being rude. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" Ximen still didn't blow snow, and the indifferent voice sounded leisurely.

"Boom, boom, boom......" Eight consecutive sounds broke the air, and the seven red-robed people instantly landed on the side of Ximen Fuxue, standing according to the momentum of the Big Dipper. The man in yellow descended in front of Ximen Blowing Snow and looked at Ximen Blowing Snow with cold eyes.

The man in yellow said indifferently: "Master Ximen Zhuang." ”

Ximen Fuxue has appeared since the eight people, and until now, he is still sitting on the ground with his eyes closed, and his face is nothing but indifferent.

Ximen blew snow and said: "Baiyun City? ”

The man in yellow said: "The current city lord of Baiyun City. ”

Ximen Blowing Snow said: "What is the relationship between you and Ye Gucheng?" ”

Huang Yi said: "Senior brother." ”

Ximen Blowing Snow's eyes finally opened, and he said, "Senior brother? ”

The man in yellow replied affirmatively, "Senior brother." ”

Simon Blowing Snow said: "So, you are here to take revenge?" ”

The man in yellow shook his head in surprise: "I'm here to get something." ”

Simon Blowing Snow said, "Whatever." ”

The man in yellow said: "Your murderous spirit." ”

Ximen Fuxue slowly got up, and swept over the other seven people with empty eyes: "Just you?" ”

The man in yellow nodded and said, "Please draw your sword." ”

Ximen blew the snow and shook his head, his cold eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and an infinite desolation sounded: "I killed Ye Gucheng with that sword, who else in the world can let me use that sword again?" "It's not arrogance, it's heavy loneliness......

The top of the Forbidden City, before the full moon. Ximen blowing snow fulfilled Ye Gucheng, and Ye Gucheng got the cleanest and most glorious way to die he wanted. But what about Simon blowing snow himself? The price of this fulfillment is to taste the loneliness of loneliness forever in the future. No one can touch the desolation of "knowing the cold and preferring the cold realm".

The loneliness of the cold ice on the distant mountains, the loneliness of the shooting stars in the winter night. Lu Xiaofeng once said: "There is at least one thing about Ximen Blowing Snow that others can't learn. ”

"His sword?"

"Not his sword. It was his loneliness. ”

……

Clothes as pale as snow.

Pale hands like snow.

Pale side face like snow.

Loneliness as pale as snow.

"I don't have a sword anymore, how can I draw a sword...... lonely voice is like a thousand-year-old shackle from the abyss, hitting everyone's heart.

Ximen Blowing Snow walked lightly towards the man in yellow, his clothes as pure as snow rippling with the sound of the wind.

The man in yellow stared at Ximen Fuxue's body containing lonely sword intent, and his body couldn't help but tremble. He immediately shouted, "Sword Formation!" ”

The seven red-clothed people immediately shouted: "Tiangang Beidou Array!" ”

Ximen Fuxue faced the attack of seven people, and sighed softly: "After all, it's not Wang Chongyang......"

"Poof!" It was the sound of the sword unsheathed, but no one found it. Because there is no such sword, how can you find it......

Simon blows the snow-white right hand, and holds it in the void. He did have a sword in his hand, but he couldn't see it......

Someone was crying, and it was an indifferent laugh. Someone is afraid, and that is an avoidance of fear. The sword shadow of the void slowly appeared, and a blood-colored lightsaber shot up into the sky. Not fast, very slow...... It's slow, it's slow...... Gently stab at the seven. The air no longer flows, the trees no longer tremble, and the sea breeze has stopped......

Seeing this, the man in yellow suddenly changed his expression, and his right hand instantly drew his sword out of the sheath and moved forward. Xuanyuan Sword sword light gushed out, it was the color of water.

Ximen Fuxue turned his head indifferently, and said in a cold voice: "Interesting, Xuanyuan Sword ......"

"Bang!" The water-colored sword light in the sky collided fiercely with the blood-red sword qi. The sea around the island is splashed with thousands of huge waves.

Ximen Fuxue's attack was blocked by the man in yellow, but the seven men in red did not suffer much damage, but were shocked by the violent sword qi of the two.

The man in yellow was already standing on the sword, kneeling on one knee, blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, staring at Ximen Blowing Snow with a frightened face, and staring at his eyes in disbelief: "You actually stepped into the Divine Dao!" ”

"Oh, what is a god?" Ximen Fuxue didn't smile, just cold and desolate, and his eyes were full of confusion......

"I thought I had grasped the eternity of 'kendo', and even though a lifetime of loneliness could not stop me from pursuing its peak. However, who can understand the silent loss and wordless loneliness...... Who else can match me with my sword...... For the sake of its dignity, I can only hide the sword......" Simon Blowing Snow raised his head and blew the cold wind, and his proud head was lowered. He has never been defeated in his life, but he is still defeated after all. Lost to loneliness, that loneliness that no one can match......

The man in yellow stared at each other, he still miscalculated after all, he didn't calculate that Ximen Blowing Snow was so fast, and he entered the Divine Dao......

The man in yellow said: "I wanted to kill you and achieve my killing sword." Now that you have entered the path of God, I will give you this only opportunity to use him. Life and death are destined to ......" With that, the Xuanyuan Sword unexpectedly gushed out a crazy black qi, which surrounded the sky, filling the entire forest, and then slowly converging into a huge qi barrier, like a raging black flame.

"Haha! Ha ha! Ha ha! ......" A wild and uninhibited laugh burst out of the air from the black flames, which was an unstoppable and unruly laughing pride of the rivers and lakes.

After hearing the laughter, Ximen Blowing Snow's eyes immediately froze, and a trace of surprise flashed. By this time, the man in yellow and the seven men in red had already retreated, away from the snow blowing at the west gate and the black flame.

A pale man dressed in a black robe, with a mantle and a pale face, stepped out of the black flames. Cold, arrogant and evil all in one......

Ximen Fuxue looked at the man who came out of the flames, and said indifferently: "I didn't expect you to be in the world." ”

The man's arrogant face revealed surprise and frenzy at the moment when he met Simon Blowing Snow: "After many years, I finally found someone who can fight with me." What is your name? ”

Ximen blows snow and says: "Ximen blows snow." ”

The man looked up: "Haha! Ha ha! …… The long body is erect, the white clothes are like snow, and blowing snow is not blowing blood, but only loneliness. ”

Ximen Fuxue's eyes lit up and said, "I can meet you, I have no regrets in this life." ”

The man said: "It's a pity that you and I only have this battle in this life, whether I win or lose, I will turn into a cloud of smoke." ”

Simon Blowing Snow said: "I know ......"

The man showed no signs of frustration, and still laughed, as if he was about to bloom the smile of his life. He said heartily: "When the soul is dying, I can fight with you, although I die, I have no regrets!" ”

Ximen blows the snow and says: "I'm ...... too"