The huge snake body slowly moved forward in the deep snow, forming ravines. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info snake head Yin snake narrowed his eyes into thin slits, and a smile appeared on his face from time to time: "Xiao Qing'er, let you eat enough today." ”

The giant snake under him seemed to understand human language, and the snake letter spat lightly and hissed softly.

Surprised! The Yin Snake suddenly saw the Buddha Light Shengyao in front of him, and the three of them sat on the ground in the Shenghua light, which were the three masters of Kuxuan, Ku Ling, and Ku Zen: "Amitabha, donor, turn back to the shore." ”

Seeing the person who came, the yin snake laughed a few times, and said: "Didn't the old bald donkey of Huineng come? Just the three little monks, you also want to cross me, or let the old man cross you to the Infernal Hell." "The voice is hoarse, like a snake spinning silk, which makes people feel chills when they hear it.

As soon as he finished speaking, a Limang attacked the Yin Snake, and the Yin Snake lightly raised its feet and flew to dodge, but the giant snake under it didn't have time to dodge, and was knocked aside by Limang's sweep. Yin Snake's squinted eyes slowly opened, and he saw that Limang was a long whip, and he smelled it in his ears again: "What about me?"

When he saw him, he saw a rough man walking towards him with a fine long whip in his hand.

Seeing the person clearly, the yin snake laughed gloomily: "Heh... Scold.. , Frightened Whip Ning Xuyao, then it's going to be fun tonight!" After speaking, his body moved like a ghost, and he walked towards the Three Bitter Masters with a cold claw.

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The wind is quiet, the snow is quiet, the wind and snow are howling, and where the people in the snow stand, the heavens and the earth seem to be still. An ordinary person, an ordinary sword, eyes closed, motionless.

Suddenly, the swordsman moved, unsheathed his sword, and slashed forward.

The sword arrived, and there was a soft sound of "Zheng". A man appeared in the snow, wrapped in a black robe, and the short blade in his hand intersected with the long sword in the swordsman's hand.

The person holding the sword slowly spoke, and only murderous aura remained in his whisper: "Canglan Diving Mouse, I've been looking up for a long time!!! Ye Xiangtian, please!"

The submarine under the black robe sighed lightly: "Hey, is the Ye family new." Jianghu, it's really helpless! Canglan lurking rat, please!"

With a please, the loon disappeared into the snow in an instant.

Seeing the disappearing of the loon, Ye Xiangtian gently closed his eyes, and the hand holding the sword in his hand became tighter!

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Above the Zhige City River, Ziyang Zhenren sat in the air, his loose Dao robe swaying in the wind and snow, and his long white beard and long hair had been condensed by snowflakes, adding a bit of fairy wind bones. The dust in his arms swayed lightly, and his eyes were fixed on the sky: "Are you here?" ”

When a sentence came, I saw a person in the air as if he was stepping on the snow, the green shirt was swaying in the snow, the face of the national character made the person not angry and arrogant, and a heavy sword behind his back weighed a thousand pounds: "Real person, it's been a long time!"

When the words fell, the heavy sword on the back of the loyal dog was already in his hand, and the bandages on the sword were shattered, and as the snowflakes fell, it was impossible to tell whether the things wrapped on the sword were snow or cloth.

After Ziyang Zhenren saw it, he was vigilant for three points in his eyes, and he made a high move, and he came out with a palm: "Cry." "The cry of autumn, or sadness or joy, is all in one word!

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In the group of snakes, a huge puppet giant is galloping, stepping out, the surroundings are like the earth shaking the mountains, whether it is insects and snakes or white snow, only yellow sand remains.

After Ye Xiaoyi saw it, she pointed at the sword in her hand, and a blood-colored long sword appeared out of thin air in her hand. Gripping the sword, it soared into the air, and in an instant, the blood-colored longsword and the giant puppet collided.

The puppet was blocked, there was no emotion in his eyes, and his words were cold, and it was even more chilling in the ice and snow night: "Mission, kill!"

Hearing the voice, Ye Xiaoyi stopped talking, and came out with a sword, the woman in the snow looked exquisite, and the sword moved, it was martial arts and dance!

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In the city lord's mansion, Wu Xincheng sat alone in the hall, holding a cup of warm tea in his hand.

Suddenly, the teacup shattered to the ground, and Wu Xincheng quickly moved in the hall, as if he was hiding something. If you look closely, the hall is covered with countless silver filaments, and where the silver filaments have been cut, whether it is furniture or door walls, it has been cut.

Wu Xincheng retreated continuously, and had already pasted it to the wall, seeing that the silver wire was about to die, he saw Wu Xincheng take out a spear from the wall.

Wu Xincheng, who usually looks like a scholar, instantly looks like a general fighting on the battlefield!

With a spear stab, the silver threads in the house were destroyed: "White-faced scholar, assassination Lou ranks third!

"As the saying goes, dragons give birth to dragons, and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes. General Wu Lao wiped out more than 100,000 enemies with a spear, how dare his son Bai look down on it. With a few words like a storyteller's voice, two people appeared in front of Wu Xincheng.

Seeing that there was still one person coming, Wu Xincheng's hand holding the gun was a little more sweaty, but the gun was held tighter!

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The head of the Gusu family and the leader of the Changle Gang, the two of them patrolled the city with their elite men.

"Ahh

The two of them looked around vigilantly, only to feel a ghost floating in front of them! There was another scream in his ears, and there was one less man under his men.

"Damn, it's a human or a ghost!"

Just finished speaking, there is one less person!

Everyone was trembling with fright, this.... Who the hell is it.

As the number of people decreases, some people can no longer stand such horrors, and they are not afraid of death, but they don't know how to die.

"There's a ghost! Run. ”

When the leader of the Changle gang saw that his subordinates were about to run, he was sure in his heart, and he waved his knife to cut off the people who wanted to escape: "Who dares to go! Are you willing to be a good man after eighteen years! Or be spurned by ten thousand people!"

The head of the Gusu family next to him also said: "I think it's the proud cat we are looking for just now, everyone, as soon as we die, let's see how long our lives can be delayed." ”

After speaking, everyone heard the laughter of the little girl, and with the laughter, a little girl appeared in everyone's sight, walking barefoot in the snow, wearing several jade bells on her wrists and ankles, and every time she took a step, the jade bells rang. Like a fairy in the snow, but also a god of death!

The little girl smiled and said, "Hee-hee, cat and mouse." It's fun!"

After speaking, the proud cat figure moved quickly, and there was another scream before death, and another person died from the cat's claws.

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The sky of Zhige City is full of colorful butterflies, and the saucer is woven into wings, and the person in the wing gently takes off the mask and smiles gently, if a person sees this person smiling, it must be like a spring breeze.

Then, the flute sounded, the wings flapped, and countless multicolored lights fell, and the people in the city were surrounded by the five-colored light, and instantly burned like a demonic fire, and a few desperate cries before death were followed by ashes.

Looking at the cunning fox in the sky and looking at the smile of the cunning fox, Ye Xiao seemed to think of Lianyu, and couldn't help whispering: "Lianyu." “

Seeing the life and death of the people again, a sound of despair reached Ye Xiao's ears. In an instant, there was only wild laughter and sword roar in the entire snow-colored world.

Laughter is regret, grief, or anger!

In the sound of the sword, tonight's killing has fallen!

"Hahahaha! Cunning fox, the gate of Huangquan! Ye Xiao personally opened it for you! Wangjun...... Precious!!"

A cherished sound, the wind came out of the sheath, and the snow-colored world instantly lost color, leaving only a lonely sound.