The night was deep, the wind was up, and it was cold.

Feng Wenxue didn't have the slightest intention of doing anything after listening to the words of the late autumn sun, and his heart was chilling.

The longer it drags on, the more beneficial it will be for the late autumn sun, and he can slowly stand up and recover his internal strength.

Feng Wenxue obviously knew this, so he was even more uncomfortable.

"You're still scared." Autumn Late Yang sneered.

Feng Wenxue's body was trembling, and his whole body was tense. His nerves are very fragile now, and when people encounter deadly threats, their nerves are often very fragile.

Suddenly, the wind was blowing, and the leaves were fragile during the Mid-Autumn Festival, especially the trees on the top of the mountain.

It's cold and cold at the top of the mountain! Feng Wenxue also felt a chill in his heart when he heard the sound of falling leaves, and these rustling leaves were stimulating his every nerve.

The wind is northerly, but the location of Yang Station in late autumn is south.

When a mass of leaves swept by, the late autumn sun squinted his eyes violently, and the wind carried the sand.

But at this moment, the sword of the wind and snow was unsheathed!

Songfeng swordsmanship! Fast as the wind, strong as loose! This sword is already the true meaning of Songfeng's swordsmanship, and the sword is as light as the wind but extremely powerful.

At the end of autumn, Yang hurriedly dodged and retreated, the faster he retreated, the faster the opponent's sword came. At the end of autumn, the sun could not retreat, so he drew his sword and came out.

Sometimes offense is the best defense! "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds!" At the end of autumn, the sun shouted, the sword was pulled out with lightning, and the sword was surging and surging like the water of the Yellow River. But in addition to the surging energy, this sword is also ethereal and illusory, like above the white clouds. Instantly concealed the eyes of the wind and snow, so that he could not change his tricks and pointed at his sword.

"Ding" a bunch of sparks rub out.

The corners of Feng Wenxue's mouth showed a subtle smile, and Qiu Late Yang's heart tightened, and at this moment he saw a snake scurrying out of the scraped leaves, spitting snake letters straight into his throat.

In an instant, at the end of autumn, he didn't have time to think about it, and his right hand lightning clipped. He just felt that this grasp was like drawing a sword! He had been familiar with this action a thousand times.

This grasp actually caught the snake's head, and Qiu Moyang's heart suddenly relaxed, and at the same time, his head was covered with cold sweat.

This blow is simply too dangerous, if you shoot half a beat slower, then the snake's head has already stabbed into your throat.

He was holding the sword in his right hand, but now it had fallen to the ground. At the end of autumn, Yang now knew that all this was deliberately played by Feng Wenxue, he deliberately showed weakness and deliberately pretended to be nervous. That's what he was waiting for!

The wind had risen and was nowhere near as strong as it is now. So he was waiting for the wind to be strong and the wind to be urgent.

Feng Wenxue saw that this seamless attack was unsuccessful, and immediately became angry. He yelled: "Autumn Late Yang, you don't have a sword anymore, look at how arrogant you are." ”

The sword of Fengwenxue is lighter than the other, the sword is faster than the other, and the sword is stronger than the other! The sword shook the mountains and forests with the wind, and the sound of rustling entered the ears with the wind. His sword swayed from side to side, unpredictable, but always straight ahead, advancing and retreating. At this moment, Feng Wenxue actually attacked the ninety-nine eighty-one sword!

And Qiu Moyang's body has also been cut through seventeen holes, and Feng Wenxue uses the sword so quickly that he doesn't give Qiu Moyang a chance to pick up the sword.

Seeing that his round of attack was over, Qiu Moyang shouted: "A lonely city and ten thousand mountains!" "He has been suppressed for too long, and he has never been so oppressed since his debut.

The sword scabbard stabbed out mightily, this sword is like seeing the mountains through the clouds, and this sword is even more open and powerful and abnormal, this sword has completely reckless of all consequences, the sword is standing majestically like a lonely city in the mountains, it can completely touch everything!

The sword qi came out of the tumble, forcing the heart of the wind and snow. Feng Wenxue couldn't change his moves at this time, and the eighty-one styles of that swordsmanship had been used up, and the so-called old power had been exhausted, and the mental strength had not been born.

"Smack!" Feng Wenxue's clothes were torn apart by the powerful and incomparable sword qi, and his body hurriedly rolled backwards a few times.

It turned out to be a wild donkey rolling, and this kind of indiscriminate move actually dodged the fatality of this blow, but it was still injured by the sword qi and the ribs.

When Feng Wenxue stood up again, a little blood had spilled from the corner of her mouth. His face was pale, and this move had already lost his face, but he really couldn't think of any way to dodge this sword except for this trick of the wild donkey and rolling a few times.

When Late Autumn Yang was rolling on the ground, he had already grabbed the Nether Sword.

Feng Wenxue had to marvel at this time, and at the end of autumn, only two percent of the internal force was left, and he could still use such a thrilling and extraordinary swordsmanship.

"A good trick of wild donkey rolling, although this move is simple, but it is made back to the basics by the wind gang master, and it has reached the wonderful realm of simplification, this truth is shocking to the world, and the ghosts and gods can cry. Qiu admires and admires! At the same time, the eyes of the late autumn sun glanced at two places where the wind and snow were, one was a hole in the heart of the clothes, and the other was a hole in the left ribs. He could see through the torn opening of his clothes that it was blue.

At the end of autumn, Yang secretly felt a pity, if this sword was a nether sword, then Feng Wenxue's ribs would definitely be punctured. It's just a pity that the scabbard is short and blunt.

At the end of autumn, Yang is now discovering more and more the importance of sword qi, especially long-distance combat, sword qi is more direct, faster and more effective than hidden weapons!

Ever since his martial arts had reached the late stage of his peak, his sword had already been able to stab sword qi. Now that his realm has reached the early stage realm of unparalleled in the world, this sword qi can already extend for about a meter. If it is achieved to return to the basics, will the sword qi be able to move two meters?

Feng Wenxue's head was already covered with cold sweat at this time, and the more he fought, the more frightened he became, and the more he fought at the end of autumn, the more courageous he became.

The swordsmanship that Qiu Late Yang uses now is almost all taken by the light and agile route, except for the trick of a lonely city and ten thousand mountains, Autumn Late Yang uses sword intentions without force.

"Why should Qiang Di complain about Yang Liu." At the end of autumn, Yang's move stabbed out from the bottom up, and the sword momentum surged in all directions, and the sword style suddenly bent and tilted, and there was a flute sound that shrouded the wind and snow in it.

Feng Wenxue intuitively felt that this sword was as graceful as a woman's walking, but she didn't know how to start and where to break this sword.

This sword is not fast, on the contrary, it is very slow, so slow that Feng Wenxue can see every movement of the sword clearly, so Feng Wenxue also shouted, held the sword in his hand and stabbed it.

The sword in Feng Wenxue's hand stabbed out like pine needles, and his lower plate was as steady as a rock, but his upper body swayed left and right.

Every time the sword of the wind asks for snow, there must be a swishing sound of the wind, and the sword speed is extremely fast and powerful. But when each of his swords felt like they were about to stab the late Mid-Autumn Sun, they were swept away by the other party's soft sword momentum, and this swing had nowhere to focus at all, but it slashed down as if his sword stabbed the woman's silky skin.

Although it was the first move of the late autumn, Feng Wenxue came from behind and became the initiative. But the seventy-two swords he stabbed out in a row all had the same effect, and the opponent's sword was obviously very slow, but it could always swing accurately.

Feng Wenxue's heart was suddenly irritable, but the sword in her hand danced more and more urgently, and at this time, the sword in her hand was completely unclear, only a vague piece of silver light.

The sword of the wind and snow is like a hidden weapon, and at close range, it seems to have become a rainstorm pear flower needle, covering the whole person of the late autumn sun.

The figure of the late autumn sun also rotated, but the sword in his hand was still an unhurried dancer, and Feng Wenxue intuitively felt that each of his swords could stab the late autumn sun, but the mud cow entered the sea, and it couldn't touch the body of the late autumn yang at all.

"Ding Ding Ding" Autumn Late Yang Dance Sword is as beautiful and moving as a painting, and when the sword of the wind and snow slid down from the sword of Autumn Late Yang, Autumn Late Yang shouted: "The spring breeze does not pass the Jade Gate!" This sword slashed upwards along Feng Wenxue's sword, this sword was unusually strong, and it was as hard as a thousand years of jade gate pass and pressed against Feng Wenxue's sword.

With a "snap", Feng Wenxue felt a strong intuition coming, and the tiger's mouth was about to break, but his hand suddenly felt that he could no longer hold the sword in his hand.

And at the end of autumn, Yang used force under his feet, and the whole person rushed out like thunder, and the long sword instantly turned into lightning, and stabbed Feng Wenxue's throat with the sword of Feng Wenxue!

The sword turns into a rainbow! This sword is as tragic as Ning and Yumen's oath to survive! This sword would rather be broken than broken! This sword has left no room at all!

A shot of blood spurted out, and both of them fell heavily to the ground, and no one could see clearly who the blood injection was spurting from.

At this time, Yin Thirteen had already cut Qing Yi into bruises all over his body, and he didn't have the slightest strength to move.

Yin 13 grabbed Qing Yi and walked to the edge of the cliff.

Yushu Linfeng hurriedly tried to rush over to stop it, but he saw that Qiu Suyang also fell to the ground, and their swords were intertwined at that time, so he didn't know whose throat the blood was spurting from.

Yushu Linfeng looked at Yin Thirteen's grabbing love, hesitated, and finally rushed to the end of autumn.

Yushu Linfeng hugged the late autumn sun, and his face was very pale, his whole body was weak, and it was obvious that the last trace of strength had been exhausted!

Feng Wenxue didn't move, and blood was still dripping from his clothes.

At the end of autumn, Yang finally killed Feng Wenxue, but what he was thinking about at this moment was Leng Ruolan. Although Yan Qiqi deceived him, he never complained about Yan Qiqi. And he appreciates Yan Qiqi's arrogance of the children of the rivers and lakes.

Although Leng Yue is cold on the outside, Yang can feel the heat in her heart at the end of autumn, and she is reserved. And the thrush is not only fiery on the outside, but also on the inside.

People think a lot when they are dying, and at the end of autumn, Yang thought of all kinds of women around him when his body was emptied all of a sudden, but what he missed the most was Leng Ruolan.

He really wanted to sit with Leng Ruolan now and talk for three days and three nights.

Although she is strong, although she is still as fragrant as a flower, she is always a woman, and women always need men to be hurt.

I didn't understand it before, but now I may understand a lot.