Li Molan jumped upwards and jumped very high, like a Peng bird soaring up to 90,000 miles. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There is no way to retreat around him, so of course he can only retreat upward, and at the same time, countless red lights fall with his sword dance, this is the red luan in the saint's swordsmanship.

The ice dragon and the red luan collided together, like a collision between fire and frost, and let out a dull snort.

Wu Xuanshuang finally showed surprise in his eyes when he saw that the ice dragon was actually blocked, and then when he saw Li Molan falling like a comet, stabbing straight at him from a high altitude, his eyebrows and eyes finally had some shock.

It's so fast, it's so urgent, it's so strong, and why does each of his swords feel so different?

Wu Xuanshuang thought it was incredible, he was not a person in the way of the sword, he was more inclined to use aura to manipulate various spells to fight, so he didn't understand the sword.

But even for someone like him who didn't know how to swords, he could see the huge difference in those sword moves, and he even felt that he was not fighting with one person but with many people, and the sword intent that was staggered and switched changed too much, and the difference was too strong, so strong that he felt that there were many people constantly attacking him.

Mind moving?

Wu Xuanshuang muttered these four words, widening the distance of dozens of zhang, and there was a huge hole in the place where he was standing just now.

Li Molan's figure turned in the air, and the blade of the sword moved at a right angle with the whole person in the air, this is the Heavenly Punishment Sword in the Holy Maiden's Sword Technique, and finally landed on the ground, gasping slightly.

Wu Xuanshuang was shocked, and Li Molan was the same, the surprise in his heart was much stronger than Wu Xuanshuang.

Each set of swordsmanship has a different sword intent, and even between many special sword moves, the sword intent will be different, and Li Molan from the initial Haoran knife starting style to the dragon elephant first type of Tianlong down, then to the sword intent of the Baicao Sword Gang, and then to the saintess swordsmanship, the sword intent transformation in this is not even any obstruction and hesitation, how did this happen? Even he himself did not know.

Those sword intentions are like a person's thoughts, an actor may be able to vividly interpret crying and laughter, but the drama is ruthless, they can't really be sad and laughing in their hearts when performing, and they can switch these moods at will.

But Li Molan did it, when he took out the sword, his mind was completely blank, the sword moved at will, his heart moved at will, although his mind was empty, but those sword moves were perfectly displayed in his hand, and even he didn't expect it.

So, in the confrontation just now, he not only did not fall into the disadvantage, but also gained the upper hand, which made Wu Xuanshuang very shocked.

After the horror, it was admiration, admiration, and naturally there was a stronger killing intent.

The white-haired Wu Xuanshuang showed a solemn expression, he slapped forward again and again, and the wind and snow in all directions suddenly stood up, like a storm in the frost and snow.

The surroundings are eye-catching silvery-white, and there is nothing else to see, which is cleaner than the white rice paper produced in Songzhou, so clean that all the scenery is hidden behind.

Li Molan watched the wall of snow made of wind and snow approaching her, and she didn't have time to think too much.

He subconsciously stabbed a sword forward, stabbing at a random position on the white wall.

Burst.

Between heaven and earth, between the wind and snow, and between the barren mountains, there was a soft noise.

It's like the sound of white paper being punctured, like the sound of foam being punctured, it's very low, not harsh.

All the dancing winds, the striking snow, all calm.

Only the cold winds that are common in winter blow.

The positions of the two are staggered, standing back to back, Wu Xuanshuang's white hair is like snow, and Li Molan's black hair is like ink.

They stood in the middle of the snow-capped mountains, their hair lifted by the breeze, fluttering, and falling.

is a very peaceful and tranquil picture, and it is also very beautiful, because whether it is Wu Xuanshuang, who looks like an elegant scholar, or Li Molan, who is handsome and extraordinary, they are rare true romances in the world.

A trace of blood flowed from the corners of Wu Xuanshuang's mouth, and his face was as pale as paper, as if it was about to be weathered and rotten.

"How did you find that spot?"

Wu Xuanshuang's voice was very calm and confused, of course, more unwilling.

He didn't understand, how the weakness on that snow wall was exposed, this was his killer move, his strongest move, and he had never used it on others, so how could the only weakness of this move be seen?

Li Molan glanced at the sword in his hand, groped for a moment, turned to look at Wu Xuanshuang's back, and said, "Because of the sword." ”

"Cheap?" Wu Xuanshuang muttered to herself, and soon understood what she meant wrongly, and said, "Sword, because of your sword?"

Li Molan thought that the other party might die, so she was naturally ready to explain it more clearly, not leaving him too many regrets, so she said: "My sword is different from other people's swords, otherwise why is it the first on the list of famous weapons in the North Sea? ”

Wu Xuanshuang thought to himself that it was worthy of the old sword immortal's sword, even if he died, his sword was still so terrifying, so terrible that he could replace the old sword immortal to protect his disciple, and then he couldn't help but feel sad, because in the end, he was not able to avenge that best friend.

On the night of Lin'an City, he was beheaded by Li Molan's sword for seventy years, so his beard was white, but now this sword directly killed him.

There was a small wound in his heart, small but deadly, and the sword intent was raging in the wound, getting stronger and stronger.

The heart is the most important and fragile part of the human body, how to resist this?

I can only wait for death.

Wu Xuanshuang sat cross-legged, sitting in the ice and snow, his eyes lowered, like a statue.

After asking those, he had nothing to ask, and if his revenge failed, his strength was not good, and he had nothing to say to Li Molan, so he died in silence.

Li Molan admired it very much, although he didn't like this person, but for some reason he still had some respect, so he waved at Wu Xuanshuang, his movements were serious, meticulous, and he bowed seriously to his back who was unwilling to turn around from beginning to end.

Immediately after, he walked behind this senior in the cultivation world, thinking about the rumors that his Xuanhuang aura shocked Beihai, looking at his slightly sad and graceful back, in respect, he made up a sword hard.

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Wu Xuanshuang's death of course alarmed the monastic world in Beihai, after all, this genius with the aura of Xuanshuang in one hand today was once a fragrant gluttony of the major sects to extend olive branches, but his final choice to be a lone ranger also caused a lot of controversy, and now the fall of this genius also shows that the path of cultivation is cruel.

There are many people who hunt down and kill Li Molan, and there are many people who die, but the one who can really cause a lot of discussion starts with Wu Xuanshuang, because he is a truly famous cultivator.

At this time, many people realized that this young genius, or young genius, who had inherited the sword path of the Beihai Sword Immortal, already had the strength to challenge the older generation of cultivators.

"Wu Xuanshuang, this child, I calculated a hexagram for him a few years ago, saying that there was a catastrophe in his life, and if he wanted to cross the catastrophe, he had to understand the word let go, but he didn't understand, or he might not want to understand, so he finally died, which made people feel a little sorry and sigh. ”

In a small wine shop, Tianchen Taoist Yuan Tiancheng heard the news and said to the two children standing at the wine table eating.

Muzi took small bites of food, while Huzi said loudly: "That guy is going to be killed by me, how can others get ahead of me?"

Tianchen Daoren smiled, shook his head, glanced at You Xiaomu, and then at Xu Yunhu, remembering the young man riding a green ox on the grassland, and showed a smile.

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Of course, it will take some time for Wu Xuanshuang's death to be discovered.

Li Molan took advantage of the turmoil caused by this time, and continued to move towards the west of Yongzhou, there were fewer people in the way than expected, and after killing several cultivators from the south, his injuries were slightly worse, but he finally got rid of the pursuit and appeared on the border of Yongzhou.

The sky is clear, it is a rare clear sky in winter, the light of the warm sun has not appeared for a long time, and now I feel the heat of the sun, although it is not very hot, but it can also have more warmth.

Li Molan walked on the pipeline with a sword on his back, and on the left and right were the wilderness where there were no people, and some villages and towns could be faintly seen in front of him.

The wilderness on the left and right is covered with a thick layer of snow, like a sea of white.

There are occasional merchant travelers passing by on this pipeline on weekdays, two days ago he once hitched a caravan and barely rested in the carriage for two days, but then he had to part ways on different roads, Li Molan said goodbye to the kind merchant, and along the way, he killed a master in the early stage of the Dragon's Eye Realm on the way, with a slight twist and turn.

The blood stains on the blade of the sword were wiped clean and bright as a mirror, but his appearance at the moment could not be complimented.

When fighting with the cultivator of the Dragon's Eye Realm, he dragged his seriously injured body and killed the other party at the last moment, but the person fell very miserably into the quagmire that had not yet completely frozen, and the whole body was covered with gray cold mud, looking so miserable and embarrassed.

The cyan robe and black boots had turned gray, and although some of his face had been erased, there were still traces left, especially his long black hair was now entangled in the muddy relationship, and it was no longer as chic as it once was, like a ball of mud hanging on the back of his head.

Because there was no water source on the road, he couldn't clean it, so he always walked on the official road like this.

It was also interesting to say that many monks who passed by after that turned a blind eye to him, and occasionally some people glanced at him only with a smile or a look of reverence, as if they did not recognize him at all.

At this time, he realized that the mud on his body might have become his disguise, and he couldn't laugh or cry at it, but the mud was sticky and uncomfortable after all, and it was better to wash it off as much as possible.

He walked along the official road for a while, and a small wine shop appeared in front of him.

The liquor shop was empty, only a young drinker sat there drinking, dressed in black, but because he didn't wear any weapons, he didn't look like a man in the rivers and lakes.

Li Molan touched the silver two in her arms and strode towards the wine store. (To be continued.) )