Late at night, candles swinging.

Three of the four lights in the restaurant have been extinguished.

This last lamp was also the shopkeeper's new kerosene, and the candle flame faltered and stumbled.

The nights were long and slow.

At the end of the autumn, Yang didn't mean to make a move, and he generally never took the initiative to make a move. If he wants to make a move, it will definitely be a fatal blow.

Feng Manlou couldn't find a flaw in the late autumn sun, and his intuitive autumn end yang was like cold ice and clear water.

Feng Manlou could feel that the calmness of the green knife falling red was from beginning to end, and the kind of calmness that he exuded all over his body. But this kind of stability on the late autumn yang is a fatal blow, if you don't move, it's just that, it's amazing!

His stability is that he will never miss any opportunity, let alone give the other party any chance.

At the end of autumn, Yang was dressed in black, black clothes, black pants, black boots, and black socks. But his sword is also black! If the lights go out, then the whole person of the late autumn sun will melt into the night!

Isn't black and white the ultimate in color!

He likes to keep things simple, so he's pitch black!

The wind is full of buildings, but he is wearing a blue robe, a blood-red cloak, black pants, and golden boots. But he still dresses like this as a scholar, giving people a polite feeling. But with his outfit, it gives people a kind of majesty that is not easy to approach.

Qiu Moyang's hand held his sword tightly, and his hand seemed to be casually resting on the hilt, but his palms were already full of sweat.

It is no joke that Feng Manlou has the six tricks of arrogance and the legs of the wind god, and his martial arts must at least rank in the top twenty in the rivers and lakes. In the past six months, he has rarely made a move, because in the north in Guanzhong, there are too few people worthy of his shot.

At the end of autumn, Yang felt that the whole person who was full of wind was bubbling with a kind of cold, and he only felt that the whole house was going to be condensed into ice, and the earth was frozen and frozen!

Autumn Moon's eyes narrowed into a line, and a flash of lightning flashed, as if no detail in this world would escape his eyes.

At the end of autumn, Yang intuitively felt tightness in his chest, and he was almost out of breath due to the invisible extreme cold.

But he couldn't move, he knew that if he moved at this time, then a storm would await him! He will never see the dawn, he will never see the rainbow!

At the end of autumn, the sun was as calm as water, and the wind was also frightened, he was not only frightened, but also churning in his heart. He knew very well in his heart that if someone else stood in front of him like this, he would have been frightened by the freezing extreme cold!

Although his spirit has reached its peak now, his whole body is in harmony. But his internal force has been lost unconsciously, how can he exude such a terrifying momentum without the support of a powerful internal force?

Qiu Mo Yang could feel that the sweat in his hands had condensed into ice slag, but his eyes were still staring at the knife in Feng Manlou's right hand, Feng Manlou's right hand did not move, and Qiu Mo Yang's eyes seemed to be like dead people without blinking!

At this time, Feng Manlou felt that nearly one percent of his internal strength was about to be exhausted, but at the end of autumn, Yang was still standing like no one! He was like a ray of moonlight on the rough sea. Let the sea roll and roll as it comes. The moonlight is still condensed!

At the end of autumn, the sun can now fully feel the strong internal strength of the wind full of buildings! His whole body trembled and trembled. But Qiu Moyang's body was tense, and his grip almost shattered the hilt of his sword! His right hand became the only fulcrum and the only origin of his whole body!

He had a confident smile on his face, a smile that had long since been numb, but it was on his lips. Feng Manlou was even more secretly frightened, he thought that the sword technique of the late autumn yang was unparalleled, but he never thought that the internal force of the late autumn yang was also so strong! In fact, how did he know that everything in the late autumn sun was pretended!

Feng Manlou could clearly feel that the attention of the late autumn sun was all on his hands.

They could feel the tension of the masters such as the green knife falling red, the old dream in the city, the headwind, Yunxi and the remnants of the flowers and willows, and they all dared not come out, they themselves were overwhelmed.

The two have been fighting since they stood there, how can ordinary people understand that kind of waves, thrills, and excitement?

Crossing Wushuang muttered to himself, "What are the two of them doing? Specific force? Or was someone point to the acupoint? ”

A gust of wind blew, and the only candle flame was nearly extinguished.

The windy legs struck out like lightning in the wind, and there was no warning. When his legs were almost on the chest of the late autumn yang, Feng Manlou shouted: "The grass in the wind!" Although the huge energy was not kicked in Qiu Moyang's chest, that energy was going to crush Qiu Moyang's entire heart!

His entire heart almost stopped beating, but the sword scabbard of the late autumn sun seemed to be struck out by an invisible gas!

After the scabbard intersected with Feng Manlou's legs, the eyes of the late autumn sun lit up, and the air seemed to be smooth again!

"Bang!" Qiu Moyang grabbed the scabbard that was kicked back by Feng Manlou, but his right hand struck out!

There is no fancy in this blow, let alone any sound, this sword is only fast! This sword is a beam of wind!

When the martial arts of the late autumn Yang entered the unparalleled realm in the world, he intuitively felt that although this move was simple, it was directly effective.

He smiled knowingly, and he finally used the speed of the white-clothed masked man!

The windy man was in the air, and his knife was unsheathed at some point! The cold was cold to the bone, and the whole room had condensed after the knife was unsheathed.

"Three feet of ice!" The wind is full of buildings, and a knife is swinged! His whole person has landed at the same time!

"Click, click, click." The sword of the late autumn sun seemed to pierce not the knife in Feng Manlou's hand, but into the ice! That kind of ice energy seems to freeze the sword of the late autumn sun! He suddenly felt that his sword had slowed down, and an invisible ice power had formed within three feet around him!

At the end of autumn, Yang hurriedly drew his sword and returned, while the people also retreated. The moment the windy building saw the sun receding at the end of autumn, they rose to the sky! His legs receded much faster than the sun receded at the end of autumn!

"Tempest and Wind!" Feng Manlou's legs with the strength of the wind god have formed raindrops, faster than the raindrops, more fierce, and more dense!

At the end of autumn, Yang felt that his whole person was shrouded in the stormy wind that filled the building! That kind of fierceness and tragedy!

"The fish is dead and the net is broken!" At the end of autumn, Yang didn't have time to think about it, and with a loud shout, the Netherworld Sword rotated three hundred and sixty degrees in his hand, soaring into the sky! Like a rain of arrows shot out at the same time, the black light flickered, and it was as beautiful as a pear blossom splashed with ink.

Thousands of sword qi rushed to the sky, trying to crush that invisible fishing net inside!

"Ding! Bite! Bite! The sound was endless, and the late autumn sun could feel the feeling of the nether sword slashing at the feet of the wind manlou, and the feet of the wind manlou kicked on the late autumn yang sword with the wind god's strength.

After this tragic and inhumane crit, Qiu Suyang intuitively felt that his whole person was like a cage! As clear and bright as the clouds and the sun, after a gust of wind, the late autumn sun felt so comfortable, and he was already injured by the wind-filled wind god in no less than ten places. But the golden boots on the two feet of the wind are unrecognizable at this time! And the pants on his legs were torn.

Seeing Feng Manlou embarrassed like this, Xi Madness and Lu Xiaoqi crows both laughed. The crow opened his mouth and smiled, "I wonder how many boots the Wind Alliance Master has prepared?" Do you have pants with you? No wonder the Wind Alliance Master has never taken the initiative in the past half a year, the original consumption is too great! ”

"Raven!" Feng Manlou's face was extremely distorted, and his entire expression could kill!

At the end of the autumn, Yang couldn't help laughing when he saw Feng Manlou wearing eight strips of cloth and twenty-seven uppers, but he said, "Wind Alliance Master, why don't we stop?" ”

Feng Manlou felt that this kind of words were so harsh, and he sneered: "Want to stop? Unless you step under my crotch! ”

"Bring your boots and pants!" Feng Manlou said loudly.

At this time, none of the people next to him made a sound, and usually no one would put two pairs of pants in their package.

"Didn't you hear me?" Feng Manlou was almost stunned.

Cang Xiao stood up and said respectfully to Feng Manlou: "Wind Alliance Master, why don't I go out and order one for you?" What size do you wear? ”

At this time, not only did the people on the Yang side laugh at the end of autumn, but even the two elders of Cang Xiao also laughed, and several people in the seats in the wind building also lowered their heads and forced themselves to laugh.

At this time, Cang Xiao was already frightened, and he suddenly forgot that this was just a game, as long as it was pants and boots, anyone could wear it.

"Pig's head! Take your pants and boots off! Feng Wenxue said sharply.

Cang Xiao felt uncomfortable to death, and wanted him to take off his pants in public, which was comparable to the humiliation of Han Xin's crotch. He regretted that he had become a bird, and if God had given him a chance, he would not have said it.

Cang Xiao finally took off his pants and boots helplessly, only a piece of pants was left inside, and the cold wind around him was shivering, and Cang Xiao looked up to the sky and wept.

The third in the world is now unaware of what is funny, his intuitive Han Ye is becoming more and more magical, he seems to be really the late autumn sun. He was able to hurt Fengwen Xue like this, which was something that no one in the Fengyun Society could have imagined.

After the wind and snow have changed their pants and put on their boots anew. He grabbed the knife in both hands and looked at the end of the autumn sun with hatred, that gaze was almost about to shatter the end of the autumn sun!

He is the lord of the dignified and the most powerful person in the entire north of the Yellow River! His current position is above that of the dragon. When had he ever been so humiliated and embarrassed?

"Red apricots out of the wall!" Feng Wenxue couldn't care about his face at this time, he shouted, and slashed at Qiu Moyang without waiting for the end of the autumn sun to take precautions.

This knife has a strong hatred, this knife only hate! The knife hates even more! The knife is more ruthless!

Blade ho, hatred rolling! It literally tore everything in front of him, everything he could see! The ruthlessness of this knife cannot be described in any words!