The wind blew, with that plum fragrance, because Yu Qingming's sword was too stable, so the trajectory of the sword was a little slower, so this wind blew first. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This wind is called Qingfeng, from the east mixed with the scorching holy light, this style is the breeze to the east, plus the fusion of that holy light, extraordinary, the thousands of meters of demonic qi is melting, that terrible and palpitating scream is terrifying, but because the breeze blows, because the sword intent is raging, the terrible soul instantly turns into pure demonic energy, and the scream also dissipates, but a yin wind blows out of thin air but makes this atmosphere even more weird.

"The breeze comes from the east. Wu Cang smiled, as soon as the crescent moon came out in his hand, the bright moon was born under the darkness of the sky, the bright moon was missing, and the lack was a bend, this was the crescent moon, and the scattered demonic qi under the crescent moon was surging and surging, and if you looked carefully, where was not the Taotao demonic qi in this heaven and earth? Even in the cracks of the stones, in the stamens and pollen, there was no demonic qi everywhere, and everywhere was the smell of evil.

A thick stream of blood rose again, not like the fresh blood with the heat, but the kind of blood that was extremely cold, although cold but the blood was still flowing, still mixed with the fragrance in the air.

After a while, the fragrance in the air dissipated, and the blood surrounded all directions, forcing the breeze to retreat from the east, and it was difficult to go further.

However, this breeze is one step closer, just because the sword that is as steady as Mount Tai has arrived, the sword is the Qingming Sword, the sword body became trembling due to excitement but was held by that pair of steady hands, the Qingying Sword finally felt the breath of its own master and was naturally excited, Yu Qingming held the Qingming Sword like a fish in water, and stabbed out this sword steadily, which is naturally in line with the time, location, and people, so this sword can naturally break through this rolling demonic energy.

Wu Cang's brows were slightly raised, and he took a step back, but this step made the breeze suppress even more, and the scorching heat of the fragrance and holy light was about to blow on Wu Cang's face, blowing his long gray hair.

Blowing his long mottled hair to reveal his dark and green neck, it was so terrifying, you can see at a glance that there are countless eyes growing on his neck, especially when the wind blows, those countless eyes are blinking by the breeze and scorching, and the creepy taste is slowly born in the bottom of my heart.

From that one eye, there were bursts of luminous light, belonging to the night light of the crescent moon, this luminous light is the moonlight of the crescent moon, these decades of Wu Cang used the secret method to absorb the most chilling essence of the crescent moon day at this moment.

The icy yin wind, the cold wind, the freezing wind instantly blew away the scorching heat brought by the holy light, if it weren't for the holy light gathered in the breeze, I am afraid that in this instant, the desolate Hundred Flowers Valley would be frozen into a thousand-year-old ice cellar in an instant, and the ice and snow will naturally sweep here.

Haitang took a step forward, waved his left hand, and the breeze came more urgently, as if it was not like the breeze, more like the summer wind, more like the wind in the crater, more like the breath of the golden crow beast that lived on the sun in ancient times, scorching, scorching, and the kind of power that can burn all the yin and evil, so that this yin wind, the cold wind paused, and then there were all kinds of noisy sounds out of thin air.

No one could understand what the noise was trying to say, but under the chaos it was natural to be upset, and even the wind blew a little messy.

Although the breeze is chaotic, Begonia's hands are not chaotic, although the wind is gusting, the ghost language is noisy, but Yu Qinghua's hands are still very steady, the sword, the sword that belongs to him, the Qingying Sword, is still so straight, so stabbed, stabbed so steadily, steadily cut away the demonic energy, cut away the cold wind, the trace of cold, pierced the murmuring ghost.

The muttering ghost language was broken and suddenly looked frightened and became piercing, and the scream was like the sharpest dagger stabbing towards the soul, and the sharp pain of that moment actually made Begonia's left hand tremble slightly with the breeze, and made Yu Qinghua's sword body tremble slightly.

That is, the two of them trembled for a short time, and the crescent moon was like a black cheetah that had been lurking for a long time, stabbing obliquely from the dim demonic qi with an extremely strange slanting trajectory.

The crescent moon is divided into two, one sword meets the hand of the begonia, and the other meets the sword of Yu Qingming.

Begonia's left hand shook, naturally did not retreat, but the sword appeared in his hand again, this sword called the wind appeared out of thin air, but it drove the wind of heaven and earth into a wind, so fast, so crazy, it was completely gathered and rose like the wind blowing from the northwest, but this wind was not as cold as the wind in the northwest, but it was hot and killed.

At this moment, Yu Qingming's sword momentum changed, slightly to the right, and the place where his sword was pointing was not Wucang, which was really strange, but there was no need to wait for a moment, at this time, Wucang understood why Yu Qingming's sword was biased to the right.

It is very direct and very simple, because he has no way to retreat, he can only go to the right, because the wine jug in Haitang's right hand was broken, and the wine jug was broken with a rich plum fragrance and wine fragrance, just like the spring breeze blowing on the south bank of the Green River on the day of spring, blowing this valley, the obsessive plum fragrance, wine fragrance, mellow people are full of praise.

It's a pity, it's precisely because this pot of wine is broken with the breeze so mixed with the aroma of wine, the wind of plum fragrance and wine pot fragments has become manic, if it can be described as hot before, then at this time it is in the magma that is about to erupt, just the white smoke before the eruption can burn up the water of the hanging galaxy, burning the stone of the valley.

There are two sighs, one sigh belongs to Begonia, and one sigh belongs to Qingming.

He said: "Does this style really want this pot of wine as an introduction?"

He said: "Not necessarily, it depends on the mood." ”

He added, "That's a pity." ”

He also said, "What is the pity? If there is no pot of wine, how can you kindle the fire in your heart?"

He smiled and said: "Wonderful, wonderful, this style of backdropping, lining the heart, wonderful." ”

He didn't laugh, but asked seriously, "What is the name of your sword?"

"My sword?" he hesitated for a moment, as if he was thinking, but it was only for a moment, and when a gust of wind blew, he smiled and said, "Since your style can ignite the fire in your heart, then my sword will naturally kill him, so how about calling your life?"

"No, it's wrong, it should be his life, so as not to cause misunderstanding. ”

Yes, the name they took was so simple, it ignited the fire in his heart, and he wanted his life, Yu Qinghua naturally wanted to call out a somewhat poetic name, but unfortunately, he only had one thought in his heart, that is, he wanted Wucang's life, since there is only this one thought, then there is no need for another name, just call this "want his life".

(To be continued.) )