The plane of the sword in the snow

Yan Hui Guan

"Hiss——!"

Huang Zhentu sniffed, almost subconsciously pressed the purple sandalwood sword box behind him, and a look of vigilance flashed over his upright face.

Wu Liuding, who was still wearing a green shirt, a hat on his head, and a black iron long sword hanging from his waist, also slowly reached out and pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The Yellow Formation Diagram, in the middle stage of the Transformation Spirit, is comparable to the master of the Great Celestial Phenomena!

Wu Liuding, in the early stage of the spirit transformation, is comparable to a pseudocelestial master!

The two swordsmen entered the Dragon Temple at different times, but the speed at which their strength increased was the same terrifying, and they stood at the top of this world one after another.

Cheng Long, who was lying on the guardrail on the second floor of the restaurant, glanced down, including the owner of the restaurant, there were a total of twenty-one corpses.

The smell of blood outside the restaurant was equally strong, Cheng Long shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly, and secretly slandered in his heart: "Han Shengxuan was originally killed, but I don't know how many people died during the time I left, and it can't be that all the remnants of the eight countries are dead, right?"

At this time, the door on the first floor of the restaurant was pushed open again, led by Han Shengxuan, who was wearing a black robe, with a pair of bony palms, which were spread out on both sides of his body at the moment, and drops of red blood fell down Han Shengxuan's pale palms, splashing clusters of blood on the ground.

A woman dressed in white followed behind Han Shengxuan, with a Pu knife hanging behind her waist, although the knife was not out of her body, but Cheng Long could smell a strong smell of blood, which was bloodstained with the hands of the woman next to Han Shengxuan, it seemed that it was no less than Han Shengxuan!

As soon as he entered the door, Han Shengxuan sensed three powerful auras, and subconsciously looked up, and saw Cheng Long lying on the guardrail on the second floor observing the corpse, as well as the two swordsmen who were guarding Cheng Long's side, and his eyes suddenly froze.

After an instant, Han Shengxuan reined in the momentum on his body, arched his hand at Cheng Long, and said respectfully: "I've seen the sect leader!"

Glancing at Han Shengxuan, the woman in white suddenly reached out and pressed the Pu knife on her waist, a pair of black and white eyes turned red and purple in an instant, and the shining eyes fell on Cheng Long's face, and immediately, the woman in white shook her head lightly and sighed: "You are not him." ”

When the words fell, the Pu knife behind the waist of the woman in white came out of the sheath with a sonorous sound, and with a slight touch under her feet, the whole person swept towards Cheng Long with a knife.

Huang Zhantu stretched out his hand and patted the purple sandalwood sword box behind him, and the sound of the dragon roaring in the box sounded softly, however, before Huang Zhantu could make a move, Cheng Long gently raised his right hand, and the woman in white who suddenly swept towards him was directly pressed in mid-air by a strange force.

Cheng Long's body moved, and he appeared in front of the woman in white again, his right hand flicked his fingers, and landed on the eyebrows of the woman in white, and in an instant, the qi on the woman in white suddenly went out for a while, making a series of sonic booms, Rao is woman in white is not a mortal, under such a terrifying force, she can only turn pale, just bite her lip and refuse to open her mouth to cry out in pain, but her body is still trembling unconsciously.

"Lo... Yang. ”

Cheng Long spit out a name with an expressionless face.

This trip to the plane of the sword in the snow has deviated from his imagination.

The dignified leader of the Northern Mang Demon Dao, the princess of Great Qin eight hundred years ago, would actually be mixed in a small Yanhui Pass!

Luoyang forcibly broke Cheng Long's control, hung in the air and twisted his neck, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a sneering arc, and the Pu knife hanging behind his waist was dismembered three inches out of the sheath without anyone controlling it, and in just a moment, the Pu knife could be unsheathed and hurt people.

A pale palm stained with blood donation gently pressed against the handle of Pu Dao, Han Shengxuan's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he said coldly: "Girl, the sect leader and you are meeting for the first time, there is no need to divide you to live or die, right?"

Han Shengxuan licked his lips, and a few red threads climbed on his pale face, as if he had moved to kill.

"You're going to the Beimang King's tent and persuade the iron-blooded empress to send troops, right?"

Luoyang didn't come out of the knife, so he simply narrowed his eyes slightly, looking Cheng Long up and down.

Cheng Long nodded lightly, tilted his head and motioned for everyone to follow him, and walked directly outside, he didn't have much time, and he didn't have time to play with a stupid woman who had been waiting in the world for eight hundred years for a man.

Losing Cheng Long's control, Luoyang slowly fell to the ground, and his red and purple eyes slowly returned to normal, and he also followed Cheng Long.

She hasn't seen his reincarnation yet, and she doesn't know if it's the same as eight hundred years ago, the only thing that can be put into that man's eyes is - the world!

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western regions

Riding a white horse on the wind and sand, Chen Zhibao carried the dark purple plum wine, Chen Zhibao's handsome and unparalleled face swept a bitter smile, reached out and took a big sip of the water bladder on his waist, and the sound of horses' hooves was like thunder in his ears.

Looking back, there is a fifty iron floating slaughter, and probably only this man and horse are cavalrymen equipped with heavy armor, and they can step out of such a sound of horses' hooves on a scale of less than a hundred people.

In front of the Fifty Iron Floating Massacre, there was also a woman whose clothes were almost stained with blood, with a long sword hanging from her waist, and even blood stains on her ordinary face.

Chen Zhibao tightened the reins, directly turned the horse's head to face the woman with the sword, and said lightly: "Don't say that there are only fifty horsemen, it seems that you have been chasing for two days and two nights, even if you transfer two thousand horsemen, you can't stop me, with Tiefutu's current physical strength, if I go directly, can you still keep up?"

Xu Weixiong took a deep breath, but just looked at Chen Zhibao quietly, without the slightest expression fluctuation on his face.

Chen Zhibao bent down and took out a spear head from the hanging bag on horseback, embedded it in the incomplete plum wine, and muttered: "It seems that I am just an unlucky person, everything I don't want to happen, often appears in front of me in the end, Xu Weixiong, someone said something very interesting to me, such as the daughter of the Gun Fairy Wang Xiu, for example, the instant gun in the arsenal... Also, you're a dead soldier. ”

Xu Weixiong looked at Chen Zhibao with no sadness or joy in silence, and the ancient sword in the sheath was trembling gently.

"Come with me to Shu, right?"

Chen Zhibao slowly raised his head and asked sincerely, and then, the conversation changed and continued: "No matter what you look like in the future, you will be my Chen Zhibao's only wife." ”

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Northern Cool

Blue Bird and Sweet Potato, each dressed in a formal suit, stood side by side, and in front of the two of them was Qi Dangguo, the most taciturn in the Northern Liang Army.

"Ye Xizhen, half of Beiliang's intelligence agency is in your hands, when His Royal Highness the Prince left Wudang Mountain, he was ambushed by the Fu Jiahong General, and even the master arranged by the prince is not the enemy of the Fu Jiahong General, do you have anything to say about the leakage of His Royal Highness the Shizi's whereabouts?"

Sweet Potato's gaze fell on the young man who had studied under Zhao Changling, and there was no emotion in his cold tone.

"Yao Jian, Huang Longshi once said that the white clothes will kill the python dragon together, and you are convinced of this sentence, so your position has always been clear, but now, it is time for you to pay the price. ”

The blue bird's gaze also slowly fell on Yao Jian, and a rich murderous intent surged from her eyes.

Yao Jian and Ye Xizhen glanced at each other, each with a wry smile on their faces, Qi Dangguo, who had been silent, took a step, revealing the pot of wine behind him, and said in a hoarse voice: "This is what my father-in-law meant, and what Mr. Li meant." ”

Yao Jian still maintained that wry smile on his face, just shook his head slightly, and muttered in a low voice: "I had already guessed that there would be this day, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly, and there are still many places I haven't visited, it's a pity." ”

Ye Xizhen, who was on the side, staggered to his feet, went to the table and lifted the pot of wine and two wine glasses prepared by Li Yishan, sat directly on the ground in front of Yao Jian, and poured two glasses of wine with an expressionless face.

If this game is not Chen Zhibao's entry into Shu, Xu Fengnian will take over the throne of Beiliang, maybe the two of them can still have a good result.

At the very least, it will be their death date when Chen Zhibao finishes his revenge and returns the power of Beiliang to Xu Fengnian.