The breeze swept up the snow on the ground, and the snow swept into the vast night sky like catkins, and the sky was confused.

However, why is the breeze so familiar? Could it be that sometimes the deepest thoughts in the heart can cause some inexplicable illusions?

Yuan Yang looked at the snow-white clearing in front of her with fixed eyes, her eyes couldn't help but become a little distracted and gloomy, she would be like this, she wanted to have something in her heart, but in the end there was nothing, so lonely made her sad.

"I almost forgot, I still have business to do." Yuan Yang suddenly realized that Qi Zhiyang was still thinking of sucking Xue Rong Lingyuan. Yuan Yang immediately collected his thoughts, calmed down and listened carefully to the Tao Qi Zhiyang and said, "Xue Rong, can't you trust me?" ”

"Senior Brother Qi, don't do this, I don't like this." That Xue Rong answered very decisively this time, and after Xue Rong finished speaking, there was a sound of small footsteps running away.

Yuan Yang was frightened, and hurriedly took a few steps back, hiding in the snowdrift, poking his head out, only to find that Xue Rong had already run far away, leaving Qi Zhiyang in place and secretly scolding.

Seeing this, Yuan Yang's anxious heart was also a little relieved, and he let out a long breath, and said in his heart: "Qi Zhiyang, Qi Zhiyang, fortunately, this Xue Rong is not stupid, otherwise I am afraid that you will kill another person now." Yuan Yang looked at Qi Zhiyang's figure in the distance, pondered for a moment, and said again in his heart: "I heard that this Qi Zhiyang has not yet been defeated in the Sword Conference, and he is also worried about the hidden dragon and crouching tiger in tomorrow's Sword Conference, otherwise he would not be so anxious to suck other people's spiritual yuan." ”

Thinking of this, Yuan Yang's disgust for Qi Zhiyang in her heart increased a few points, and she still felt entangled in every way that she couldn't find a good reason to get rid of Qi Zhiyang.

"If I don't kill you again, I'm afraid you will have to do such things that heaven does not tolerate in the future!" Yuan Yang read fiercely in his heart, and the Yunsheng sword in his hand also trembled at this time, as if he also wanted to break the Qi Zhiyang with a sword.

Suddenly, Yuan Yang inexplicably flashed a killing intent that made her unbelievable, and the endless killing intent wrapped around her whole body, and the whole person seemed to have changed into a different person.

However, Qi Zhiyang didn't seem to feel this strange killing intent from Yuanyang, but went back a little depressed. Looking at Qi Zhiyang's figure gradually moving away, Yuan Yang couldn't wait to fly forward and raise his sword to cut off his head.

But at this time, a fresh breeze suddenly blew, and in a trance, she only felt that the breeze was like bubbling spring water, which made her whole person become a lot more sober in an instant.

Yuan Yang was shocked physically and mentally, and now she took a few steps back uncontrollably, her appearance a little overwhelmed and a little staggered. The crooked body and disordered footsteps left a beautiful mark on the snow. After a while, between his body retreating, Yuan Yang only felt a slight touch on a man's chest.

Familiar breath, familiar temperature, Yuan Yang's mind exploded with a "bang", and her mind was blank for a while, at this moment, she was dazed, she was entangled, her heart was beating, but the most was the joy that Yuan Yang couldn't detect.

Yuan Yang immediately stood firm, but he didn't dare to look back.

The breeze was still there, the snow on the ground kept flying, the wind was whistling, and at this time, Yuan Yang seemed to have long forgotten the cold that this Chen Ji Sect brought to her in the ice and snow.

Her heart was beating suddenly, as if she was about to jump out of her neck, and she took a deep breath, for fear that everything was an illusion, so she turned her head with some worry and some expectation.

It's just that everything is not an illusion, the white shadow comes into view, the clothes are flying in the wind, and the lines of the side face look extremely fresh and resolute.

Yuan Yang's breath stagnated, and she took a few steps back at the moment, and she was dizzy again, looking at the man in front of her with all kinds of confusion in her heart.

Didn't you say goodbye and never see you again?

However, why did the Chenji Sect two years later, the two people who had said goodbye, meet again?

Yuanyang's lips trembled, and every part of her body trembled, at this moment, it was as if she no longer belonged to herself, and the trembling of her body did not obey her call at all.

was so resolute at the time, and was so ruthless at the time. But why is it that when she sees him now, her heart is completely involved in him?

should have cut off everything, but when Yuan Yang met him again, she realized that the feelings that she thought she had broken off seemed to have never disappeared and left.

Yuan Yang's breathing became extremely disordered, her voice trembled, she tried her best to suppress the emotions in her heart, looked at the man opposite, and pretended to be cold and said, "What are you doing here?" ”

The man on the opposite side heard Yuan Yang's words, his eyes were a little stunned, not as proud as Fang Cai, in front of this woman, he was also like her, facing each other, he would be at a loss after all.

Seeing that he didn't reply, Yuan Yang was ruthless again, "The Divine Wind Envoy of the City of Dignified Wings is also interested in the sword conference of the three factions of my Immortal Alliance?" ”

Hearing this, Feng Lonely slowly looked sideways, and under the night, although the light was dim, his handsome face, which was only in the painting, was still intact in front of Yuan Yang's eyes. In his eyes, in addition to reflecting the silence of the white-clothed Xi, there were also a few tears, flickering.

met again, Yuan Yang never expected that the place of meeting would be in this snow-capped Chenji Sect.

"What? It's not your Yunji faction here, so can't I come? Feng Lonely's voice was cold, but if he was a person with a heart, he could also hear that such indifferent words were just pretended by him.

Hearing the long-lost voice, Yuan Yang was stunned again, his expression suddenly became a little trance, and countless memory pictures flashed in his mind, Yuan Yang hurriedly collected his mind and took a deep breath. Yuan Yang lowered his eyebrows, looked at the Yunsheng Sword that had no brilliance in his hand, and said fiercely: "Okay, then at this moment, should I expel the people of the Demon Sect for the three factions of my Immortal Alliance?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the clothes on Yuan Yang's whole body became fluttering with his temperament, and he raised the Yunsheng sword in his hand and was about to stab forward. However, the Yunsheng Sword in his hand is still dull, if it is changed to a normal day, as long as the Yang Yang uses spiritual power, this Yunsheng Sword will be blue and prosperous.

But this time, this Yunsheng sword didn't seem to listen to Yuan Yang's call, just like an ordinary long sword, held by Yuan Yang motionlessly.

Yuan Yang frowned, the emotions surging in his heart became high, and he said angrily: "Even you don't listen to me? After finishing speaking, Yuan Yang tried to drive the Yunsheng Sword in his hand again, but it was still fruitless.

Seeing this, Feng Lonely on the other side couldn't help but be stunned, "You want to kill me like this?" ”

Hearing this, Yuan Yang's whole person suddenly became motionless, like a statue, and then nodded blankly, "The right demon has different paths, and it is only natural to kill you." ”

This sentence is like a sharp arrow piercing into Feng Lone's heart.

"You can kill me if you want to, but the sword in your hand doesn't seem to want to." Feng Jing said leisurely, his hands clapping to his side, countless snowflakes flying, and his whole person seemed to have become one with the snow.

Yuan Yang's heart sank again, she actually didn't want to kill him, in Yuan Yang's heart, she was a million people who didn't want to kill him. But when he thought of the scene predicted by the East China Sea Shark Pearl, Yuan Yang didn't know what to do? Two years ago, Yuan Yang just didn't want to see him again, so maybe that scene wouldn't have happened.

However, two years later, in the Chenji Sect, they finally met.

In the memory, the picture predicted by the shark bead, in the snow-capped mountains, Yuan Yang raised his sword and stabbed at Feng Lonely.

Snow? Snow!

Isn't this a snow-capped mountain?

Sure enough, the prophecy of the shark bead cannot be changed and cannot be changed......

Thinking of this, Yuan Yang's whole person was like losing her soul, she was afraid, she was worried that she would really kill her. In a hurry, Yuan Yang looked at the Yunsheng Sword in his hand, fortunately, the Yunsheng Sword did not shine a trace of light. Yuan Yang's heart was horizontal, and he immediately threw the Yunsheng sword far away. As Yun Sheng's sword left his hand, Yuan Yang seemed to have thrown away the burden in his heart for a while, and the whole person sat on the snow with some weakness.

Feng Lin on the opposite side saw Yuan Yang like this, and his feet no longer obeyed his call, but couldn't help but walk towards Yuan Yang.

"Don't come here!" Seeing the approaching beacon silence, Yuan Yang hurriedly said.

Feng Silent didn't stop, walked in front of Yuan Yang, slowly squatted down, and a pair of phoenix eyes stared at Yuan Yang intricately and a little stunned.