Under the bright moon, in the mountains.

The air swirled violently, blowing the air around them, and the sharp cracking sound was resounding through the empty mountains.

A woman in white resembles a ghost, and looks like a light smoke, surrounded by a man in his thirties on all sides, and the blade in her hand turns into thousands of shadows, and the mercury falls like a wave.

The man stood on a boulder, his long face solemn, his eyes were deep and unfathomable, flashing with a ruthless light, but there was also a terrifying domineering spirit.

His hands were either fists or grasping or palms, mixed with his feet and kicks, and between his gestures, the cold was overflowing, and the frost was blowing on his face.

The woman in white flew high suddenly, from top to bottom, and her swordsmanship became more fierce and dangerous, only attacking but not defending.

The man only defended.

His lips were tightly closed, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

He knows very well that don't look at this woman getting more and more fierce, but in fact, she is the last ear of the crossbow!

A layer of pale light appeared on the beautiful face of the woman in white, and her eyes, which were originally a little dim, flashed with a decisive color, and suddenly a sword was plunged straight into the man's throat.

She knows that her blood will be exhausted, and she will be dying at that time, and she will have no power to fight back, only to wait for death, she does not want to be captured and insulted before she dies, and she only wants this desperate sword to be able to die with the enemy, and she can die quickly even if she is not good.

The sword did not pierce the air!

Brought up blood.

It's a man's blood, but it's not the man, it's not the throat.

A disheveled young man with white hair on his temples appeared between the two of them very abruptly, with a woman's sword in his arm and a man's punch in the shoulder.

He spat out blood, but the sword was already in his hand. The sword light is like electricity, and the blood is like a flower.

The woman in white was struck by lightning. The kite with a broken line generally flies backwards.

The solemn man's expression was no longer solemn, only inexplicable surprise.

He snorted. Clutching his chest, he retreated, and streams of blood flowed from his fingers.

A cold glint appeared in his eyes, and he swung his fist in the air, striking out a strange cold energy.

The white-haired young man with two temples was also very confused, and he was only injured when he drew his sword to fight back, and he subconsciously took out his sword to protect himself, but for a while he was actually stuck in the clouds and fog, and he couldn't figure out the situation.

But the man suddenly punched again, and he immediately made it clear from friend and foe. The sword light turned into a rainbow, hitting directly at the momentum that swooped down.

"Bang!"

The air swords clashed, forming a vortex, with the boy as the center, stirring around, and the nearby weeds and dust, the wind swept away the leaves.

The young man was slightly taken aback, he really didn't expect that he would inexplicably meet such a master, and he would be useless!

Although this momentum is very strong, he still doesn't pay attention to it. But who would have thought that it was obviously just a fist wind, but with a strange whirling energy, suddenly even the air around was driven. Squeezed at him from all sides.

It was the first time he had seen such a strange force, and he was almost overwhelmed and didn't know how to resist.

Thankfully, he was quick-witted. A sword breaks through the strongest qi, and the remaining icy wind. simply resisted.

Yu Wenhua and Mulu were surprised, but they didn't expect his family's secret skill "Bing Xuanjin". It was so forcibly broken by someone, and it didn't even change its face as if it was nothing.

The young man's eyes suddenly lit up, flashing with a faint light, and another sword stabbed out.

The sword is fast, the sword intent is faster, and the pervasive spiritual coercion is still in front of the sword, and it hits the man first.

The man's expression froze, and he returned to normal in an instant, and then retreated, retreated to ten zhang away, and said loudly: "Your Excellency is really unwise to oppose this official for the sake of this foreign woman, do you know that she has entered the palace to assassinate the saint, if you dare to stop it again, I can only push everything on you." ”

The white-haired young man with two sideburns chased after him with a flat sword and shouted: "Look for death!" ”

He had already seen that this Yu culture was not only saying threatening words in his mouth, but also accumulating internal strength, just like the string in front of the bow, which was intended to be referred to, and there was obviously no trace of kindness.

Meteor-like sword light, flowing water-like movement.

Unthinkably brilliant and brilliant, the air along the way has been cold and thorough, the dignified sword aura is like ice crystals falling to the ground in the sky, and there is only a dead cold between the flow of sword light!

Yu Wenhuaji's face finally changed greatly, suddenly jumped away, flashed straight over the hills, disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the voice came from afar: "Such swordsmanship, rare in the world, who is the honorable driver?" Do you really want to be completely unable to get along with my Yuwen valve? ”

The young man chased after him for more than ten feet, and finally stopped, and said lightly: "Me? Feng Xiaoxiao, you, Yuwen Valve's Yu Culture and, well, I remembered. ”

He was unsuspectingly stabbed and punched, and it was impossible to say that there was nothing wrong with him.

Especially Yu Wenhua and that punch, the strange strength is still raging in his body, almost freezing his bone marrow, he can still use his sword to drive this person away, he has done his best, otherwise how can he give up easily!

"Feng Xiao Xiao, Feng Xiao Xiao!"

Yu Wenhua read it a few times, and found that he never had this name in his mind.

He looked at the woman in white who was lying on the ground in the distance with some unwillingness, and then looked at Feng Xiaoxiao, who was staring at him coldly and pressing the sword, and finally sighed.

He knew that he had completely annoyed this swordsmanship master who suddenly appeared, and even reported the name of Yuwen Valve, and people showed no mercy.

It can be seen that this young man must have a great foundation, and he must have something to worry about, and today's matter will not be good anyway, so he can only go back first, inquire about the origin of this young man, and then find another way.

Yu culture and the city government are very deep, and now, he didn't move, but said with a smile: "This official is ordered by the saint to hunt down important criminals, since he is protected by his strength, his official skills are not as good as others, so naturally he has nothing to say. ”

Feng Xiaoxiao looked at his back as he quickly retreated, and snorted coldly, extremely dissatisfied.

This man had to put a big hat on him before leaving, and he really didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

But now is not the time to investigate, Feng Xiaoxiao looked around, his figure flashed, and disappeared into the mountains.

After all, it's important to recuperate!

You must know that the process of "ascension" consumes a lot of energy and energy, especially to ensure that he is sober, and just when he is already very weak, he is hit by two masters together.

If it weren't for the fact that he was fighting with Huang Rong before his "ascension", which made his essence extremely abundant and endured consumption, maybe he would have lost all his strength for a while, instead of just being injured.

As soon as he left, two big heads suddenly crawled out of the grass in the distance, two teenagers, one with big ears, broad shoulders and thick arms, quite stout, and the silhouette had a strong taste of masculinity.

The other is smart and delicate, with deep eyes, and is also very tall, but his shoulders are broad and his waist is narrow, and he is a lot thinner.

The two of them threw themselves at the woman in white who was lying on the ground, and screamed sadly: "Mother! (To be continued......)

PS: The new part is uploaded, ask for votes~~ The plot of Datang is too grand, please melt me a little bit of pen and ink, and roughly frame the plot, so the beginning will be a little bland.