What a terrible knife, the knife passed, and the incense burner of the height of the person was broken and torn, falling in all directions, followed by the knife thrower's feet, the person had already swept lightly, and reached the two-meter-high snow courtyard wall, but when he went up, a snow-white sword qi rolled up the snow...

The swordsman turned sideways and slashed out to resist, and the sword qi collided with the sword qi, bang!!

The tiles on the wall and the layer of velvet snow accumulated on them all shattered, as if another piece of snow had fallen more delicately and finely.

The swordsman raised his foot and flashed, because a white shadow had already come up, as if he had not stepped on the wall, one shadow after another shot the sword qi vertically and horizontally and obliquely past.

The swordsman stepped on the straight wall and fell backwards, as if he had a long back eye, and waved his left and right hands, cutting the knife piece by piece.

Internal force, the breath of the sword also.

In the end, the swordsman held the knife in both hands and slashed in the air.

The internal force on the knife is dense, whistling with the sound, like a fierce ghost trapped by chains in the long night.

Cut the snow, cut the air.

If this swordsman is domineering, then this white shadow man is ethereal.

No matter how domineering his sword is, her afterimage seems to be united, and the sword shadow will eventually become one, and the unified sword will be stabbed.

She stabbed straight and slashed straight ahead.

Airplanes....

At that moment, it was as if someone heard the sound of the wind and the sound of fallen leaves of the surrounding trees sweeping through the air.

Just that sword and sword, its breath, out of thin air to break through the forest leaves of the forest.

Not to mention that Yue and the others were stunned, even the secret guards were very surprised.

Bi Er is not an opponent.

Ming Jin also knew this, and his eyes faintly swept over Qianji and the others on the eaves.

Nor are they opponents.

But it's okay, this man in white....

"White-clothed Jianxue Building, I didn't expect the people in your building to also enter the WTO."

The woman in white raised her sword and raised her hand at the group of Praetorian guards who arrived below.

Brush! The forbidden army group took three steps back, only surrounding, not approaching.

After all, this kind of terrifying master, they are also adding chaos when they get close.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

The woman didn't talk to the other party, but just asked directly.

"Find someone."

Get? The woman frowned.

The swordsman grinned, turned around, and stood at the head of the wall looking at the inner courtyard of the Snow House.

"Don't worry, I'm not looking for the guest you want to protect in this courtyard, but for its owner."

At that time, Xie Yuan had already walked out of the main courtyard in front of him, walked into the courtyard, and looked at him awe-inspiring in the face of the wind and snow.

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"Sister, white... The man in white, what building is Bai Xue? Female? Mingyue tugged at Mingjin's sleeve and muttered.

What kind of world is this, some women wear white clothes at night and are female ghosts, some women dress like they sell themselves to bury their fathers, and some people are fairies alive!

God is so eccentric!

Ming Jin's hand under his sleeve was still holding the hosta, and when he heard this, he felt that they were not suitable here, too close.

Because if the person in the white-clothed Sword Snow Tower appears here, it means....

"Leave it to my father."

Ming Jin was about to leave, when he suddenly heard the terrible swordsman standing at the head of the main courtyard shouting a name.

"Xie Mingjin!"

"I'm looking for Xie Shi Mingjin."

With a smile, it seems familiar, it seems to be close, and it seems to be tenacious.

She has to be.

Everyone was alarmed, Mingyue and the others were shocked, where did this peach blossom luck come from?

But I don't look young, I'm thirty, I'm still a Jianghu person, and I'm definitely not worthy of my sister.

I don't know where the dog guts came from!

Mingrong was sensitive, vaguely smelled the danger and unpredictability of tonight's changes, his brows were tightly locked, and he wanted to pull Ming Jin to avoid it, but Ming Jin frowned, raised his eyes to look at the man, and his eyes were gloomy.

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Accidents, if they can be solved, can only be regarded as an encounter.

But if it gets out of control again and again, it's an accident.

The father and daughter of the Xie family are old and old, and they are used to keeping all the changes in a controllable charter, and they don't like extraneous branches, so when Ming Jin judged that this person was still something that the outer courtyard could deal with, she didn't plan to get involved, and she didn't even want to see the excitement, after all, there was still Mingyue here, so as not to have extraneous branches and sudden troubles.

But she didn't expect to come to herself.

That... It seems to be more troublesome.

Ming Jin only glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked to the other side of the corridor, and Mingrong and the others, who were in fluctuating minds, also followed when they saw this.

But!

"It's not with."

"Do you remember that there is another person named Mo Feihe in this world?"

Ming Jin stood there, with his back on his back, hidden in the halo of the lamp under the corridor.

"It's been ten years, and you haven't thought where she is?"

"Or rather, where the hell did she die!"

Obviously, his voice is very light, and his words and deeds are a little mysterious, but his words are powerful, like a storm of wind and snow.

Mingrong knew that tonight's fear would not be avoided.

The swordsman stood on a high place, looking down on the huge snowy courtyard in the wind and snow.

He saw many people coming out of the courtyard, and for a while he didn't seem to know where Ming Jin was.

But he didn't care, because he knew she would come out eventually.

"If you are an assassin, you will come and kill!"

The red-brown robe is so striking in the snow that it can be both drowsy in the night and cut away from the wind and snow.

Xie Yuansen was depressed, raised his hand and signaled, each courtyard has an archer brushing the arrows of the jug, aiming at the swordsman.

In an instant, the arrows flew densely, like a rain curtain cutting through the wind and snow, with a fierce sound and an empty sound breaking the valley.

The swordsman laughed loudly, so rampant, the knife rose and fell, the atmosphere was majestic, and the arrows shot around him were cut off in response.

The woman in white on the other side of the wall was not moved, even if these arrows flew past her intensively, she didn't care, but she didn't move, just turned the hilt of her sword slightly, and glanced thoughtfully at the inner courtyard of Xuelu.

Over there....

"Ah Jin!"

If Mingrong and they couldn't stop it, then the Lin family, the Xu family and the others naturally couldn't stop it, only to see her directly wearing a thin Luo Ziliu silk water shirt, covered with a black and quiet cloak, graceful and seemingly restrained to the extreme, like a flowing ink painting.

After passing under the porch, I walked through the inner courtyard.

Unhurriedly, the wind stirred the gold lines on the cloak, and it swam and toggled.

I couldn't see her eyebrows clearly, only that the exposed skin was very white and bloodless.

"Shaozong."

The secret guards wanted to stop people, but they were all photographed by the eyes of Ming Jin when they approached, and they could only retreat one after another.

Ming Jin saw the arc of the pure moon arch between the middle courtyard and the outer courtyard, the bluestone road, the snow next to the road, and the blue and white with moonlight.

So heavy.

She paused, and finally took a step under Xie Yuan's cold gaze, as before, she still didn't listen to him.

Then she turned her head to the swordsman who had just broken a layer of arrows on the wall and said, "If you have to tell me about such a big commotion, then please say it." ”

The knife in his hand swirled and slid into the palm of his hand, and the swordsman looked at her for a long time, his eyes seemed to be extremely complicated, and sour, and finally he only smiled.

"You're a lot like her, but not like you."

Ming Jin put his hands under his sleeves and cloak, and did not speak, but his eyes were like the moon and snow, and even the woman in white and Qianji and the others felt that she was silent.

It's so silent.

Obviously coming against the wind.