Snowflakes flew up one after another, like white mist, instantly blocking Feng Qicheng's sight.

Feng Chengcheng clearly felt that this sword qi did not cut the sword fight, and the sword fight's aura disappeared.

Feng Qingcheng's eyes were cold and vigilant.

Suddenly, a cold wind passed in front of him.

Feng Chengcheng's body quickly retreated.

But this sword fight is like the snowflakes on the top of this snowy mountain, coming and going without a trace, like a wind silently coming to the front of Feng Tilting City, and disappearing without a trace.

Feng Qingcheng's arm hurt, she looked down and saw a bloody stab on her arm.

The sword fight fell not far from the Phoenix City, and landed steadily in the snow, but it did not stir up the slightest trace of blood.

There are no footprints left in the snow, which is walking on the snow without a trace.

Feng Chengcheng hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, and his figure suddenly moved, leaving countless afterimages in the white snow.

Jian Dou's eyebrows raised slightly, this is a clone?

But there is something like a doppelganger.

Sword Dou waved his sword in his hand, slashing the countless afterimages in front of him in half, and suddenly a cold wind hit behind him.

The sword in the sword fighter's hand crossed a huge circle on the ground, and the sword qi set off countless snowflakes, and the snowflakes were like mist that instantly obscured Feng Qicheng's sight.

Feng Chengcheng's figure quickly retreated and fell out of the mist.

The ears were more sensitive to hearing, and suddenly I felt a cold air shooting out of the mist again.

Feng Chengcheng's body quickly retreated back.

But the speed of that sword qi was very fast, even though Feng Chengcheng left dozens of afterimages, this sword qi also broke the afterimage of Feng Chengcheng, and a sword cut on Feng Chengcheng's waist.

Feng Qingcheng stretched out his hand to cover his waist, leaving a thin cut on his waist, and a warm blood stain slowly flowed out.

"You can't beat me." Jian Dou stood in front of Feng Chengcheng and said casually, but he was quite helpless in his heart, this little woman was obviously weak but had to fight with herself.

But with two moves, this woman's speed is really not fast.

Feng Qingcheng wiped the blood on his clothes, and held the sword in his hand tightly: "Come again." ”

On the top of the snow-capped mountain, a snowstorm was set off, and a cyan shadow, even though its strength was weak, it did not look the slightest timidity.

Feng Chengcheng's figure turned into a cyan light, entangled with the sword fight.

The figures of the two people are constantly entangled on the top of the snowy mountain, and the wind and snow on the top of the snowy mountain are constantly lifted.

Feng Chengcheng was the main attacker, and she kept attacking sword fights.

And the sword fight kept dodging, but he didn't stand below, and in addition to dodging, he also slashed a sword on Feng Chengcheng's body, but he didn't use any force.

Feng Chengcheng also tried his best to retreat, and in addition to attacking, he would also try to avoid the damage of the sword fight.

After ten moves, Feng Qicheng's body was full of blood.

Jian Dou shook his head and said, "Why bother with it, I said it, you can't hurt me." ”

The sword fight was like a white light in the snow, and a silver sword in his hand emitted a cold light, as if he had melted into the ice and snow.

Feng Qingcheng gritted her teeth, she knew that Jian Dou's subordinates were merciful, otherwise she would have died a long time ago.

The cold of this heaven and earth is not something she can bear.

Feng Qingcheng arched his hand at the sword fight and said, "Thank you." ”

After saying that, Feng Qicheng flew away.

Jian Dou looked at the back of Feng Tingcheng leaving, and frowned fiercely, he hadn't left the top of the snow mountain for a long time, and no one had been on the top of the snow mountain for a long time, Feng Tingcheng's sudden arrival made him puzzled.

In the town at the foot of the top of the snowy mountain, Feng Chengcheng took a bath in the inn, constantly recalling the way the sword fought and moved, as well as the way to shoot.

Although she left, it didn't mean she gave up.

Feng Chengcheng lay in the warm bath, reached out and touched his slightly bulging lower abdomen, and sighed helplessly.

wanted to go to Feng Wu in the distance, and the belief in Feng Tingcheng's heart became even firmer, and she couldn't give up.

Feng Chengcheng's head became heavier and heavier, and he slowly closed his eyes.

In the midst of the desolation, Feng Qicheng slowly moved forward step by step, and the sound of the wind was whistling in his ears.

It seemed that there was no one here, but there was no fear in Feng Chengcheng's heart.

"Allure." Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded, and Feng Chengcheng raised his eyes to see that the person who called her was not Dongfang Wuya.

"Boundless." Feng Qingcheng slowly walked towards Dongfang Wuya step by step, reached out and touched his cheek, his eyes were slightly red, and said, "I'm not dreaming." ”

Dongfang Wuya gently held Feng Qingcheng's hand, pinched her cheek, and said with doting in his eyes: "What do you think?" ”

Feng Tingcheng's eyes were moist, and he just wanted to throw himself into Dongfang Wuya's arms, when suddenly his body felt cold, and Feng Tingcheng opened his eyes suddenly.

The hot water under him was already cold, Feng Qingcheng slowly stood up, put his clothes on his body with a wave of his hand, and leaned on the head of the bed obliquely.

The wounds on her body had been treated, Feng Qingcheng sighed, her eyes were a little tired, she slowly lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.

In front of me, there has always been Dongfang Wuya's smiling and doting eyes, and in those eyes, there is always love and affection for Feng Qicheng.

In the past ten days, Feng Chengcheng didn't do anything, just concentrated on studying the tricks of sword fighting, and occasionally felt tired.

But when I thought of Dongfang Wuya, the tiredness in my heart was swept away, as long as there was Dongfang Wuya in Fengli City, it seemed that I would not be afraid of anything.

Feng Chengcheng just wanted to get the blood of the sword fight, so that Bai Yao could go to Dongfang Wuya as soon as possible.

On the top of the snowy mountain, the sword fight thought that Feng Tingcheng had left, Mu Ran was startled when he saw Feng Tingcheng who appeared on the top of the snowy mountain, and Bai Yao glanced at Feng Tingcheng and said, "Why are you back again." ”

"I won't let go easily without getting your blood." Feng Qingcheng hooked the corners of his mouth and said slowly, and the purple thunder sword in his hand tightened a few points.

Jian Dou shook his head, this woman was too stubborn.

"Why are you so stubborn and want my blood?" Jian Dou frowned, this woman didn't look like a woman at all, what was it that made her so stubborn and desperate to get her own blood.

"Do you know about white medicine?" Feng Qingcheng hooked the corners of his mouth and asked slowly.

Hearing this, Jian Dou nodded, that old man, wanted to steal his blood while he was not paying attention, how could he not remember.

"What's the matter with him?" Jian Dou frowned, what does this woman want his blood to do with the old man of Baiyao.

"Oh." Jian Dou was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted: "He asked you to come?" ”

Feng Qingcheng frowned and nodded slowly, "Your blood is the condition he put forward to save my husband." ”

"What a pervert." Jian Dou thought secretly in his heart, frowned, and clenched the sword in his hand: "Then you're welcome." ”

The Purple Thunder Sword in Feng Qingcheng's hand tightened, and after ten days of specialized research, she also sorted out the pace and path of some sword fights, believing that this sword fight would not be so easy to hurt herself.

Sword Fighting will no longer be guarded, but will change from defense to offense, his eyes looked at Feng Chengcheng for a moment, and suddenly his footsteps moved.

The sword fight suddenly turned into a shocking storm and came towards Feng Qicheng, and the speed was extremely fast.

Feng Qicheng didn't dodge, the sword in his hand was lightly horizontal, blocking the sword qi of the sword fight, and the snowflakes behind the sword fight also turned into mist and fluttered.

Jian Dou was shocked in his heart, but in ten days, Feng Chengcheng took one of his moves like this.

The last time Feng Chengcheng's path was not like this at all.

Because the speed of Feng Tilting City is too fast, but the speed of the sword fight is even faster, so when Feng Tilting City turns to dodge, Sword Fight can predict the location of Dao Feng Tilting City.

But Feng Chengcheng didn't dodge like this, but it made Jian Dou unable to touch Feng Chengcheng's routine for a while.

The purple thunder sword in Feng Qingcheng's hand pushed hard against the sword fight.

Knocking the sword fight out, the purple thunder sword in his hand was like a rainbow, disturbing the air flow in the air, and the spiritual power fluctuated gently around him.

A sword qi that overwhelmed mountains and seas, swallowing mountains and rivers, suddenly lifted the snow on the ground, and fought against the sword like a snow dragon.

A hint of fierceness flashed in the eyes of the sword fight, and Feng Qingcheng blocked the road before and after the sword fight.