"Snow in the sky!"

As soon as the snow knife was in his hand, the axe was imposing, and with a wave of his hand, the sword light sprinkled all over the sky rushed back to the location where Fan Chen was, as if the heavy snow in winter had arrived in advance.

Fan Chen held the sword in both hands and swung it vigorously.

All the diffuse sword light shattered and burst, unable to advance an inch, which shows how fast and tight Fan Chen's sword swing is.

"The snow is worse!"

The axe was unforgiving, and the light of the knife contained a formidable frost that easily froze the moisture in the air, as if it was going to freeze the entire field.

Titicaca ......

As soon as Fan Chen was about to make a move, a cold air suddenly rose on the ground, and a thin layer of frost covered it, spreading out in this direction with the axe as the center, forming a semi-circular snowfield.

Withdraw!

Fan Chen put away his sword momentum, stepped a little, and his body flew out upside down.

"Fanhua, it's really good to be able to fight me with so many moves, but it's a pity that you still have to lose, Xue Lingshuang!" The axe held the knife in both hands and slashed it from top to bottom.

Boom!

A half-zhang long arc of sword light was inspired on the Binxue knife, cutting through the air, flying out with an invincible aura, and the next moment it was about to cut the mortal dust in two.

"This is dangerous"

"This knife is terrifying"

"It's a pity..."

"Now Zi Fanhua is going to lose, and he may die"

That's what almost everyone thinks in their hearts.

The light of the axe slashed the air into pieces, and the aftermath cut a straight trail on the ground, three inches deep.

In the face of this terrifying sword light, Fan Chen's body was shocked.

The reason for the shock of mortal dust's body was not just this terrifying sword light, but...

"The jade girl bathes out, like a red carp playing in the water. The body is moisturized and cleansed. After smiling, his clothes were full of tears, and he was alone with the yellow flowers in the West Building, and he couldn't help but be sad and sad for the decline of his family and country.

In the old days, the bustling Bianjing. The moment you spit out jade, the silk and bamboo are fragrant, and the moment you hold the flowers, you will usher in the confusing rain of flowers.

Fang Fei is full of arms, and tonight, although the banana is still the same, it is already the bright moon in another country, and things are like people.

You can see the enchantment of ice and jade, you can see the wine and meat full of cups, you can see the courtyard of pet willows and flowers, and you can see the joy of singing day and night. She is the only one who leans on Qionglou alone, sorting out the sorrow and washing the nostalgia.

The desolation and despair of this fate, the resentful girl is in the river, and the jade face is exquisite. Lingering, dispersing, turned into a piece of clotted grease like a delicate dragon"

This time, Fan Chen heard the source of the sound clearly.

It's actually a wooden sword......

Looking down at the wooden sword, Fan Chen seemed to see a smiling woman.

"Don't panic when things are complicated, don't be wasteful when you're idle, believe what you say, and be rigid if you don't want to. And if the spring breeze, if the autumn frost, take the image from the money, the outer circle and the inner square.

The rainy night is sleepless, drenched all over the ground, quiet is sad and broken, but the road is silent.

The night rain is dashing, I listen to the rain alone, who is singing in the cold wind, I dance a song of lovesickness for you in my memory!

The path of cultivation should be like a plain quatrain, with beautiful artistic conception and ups and downs."

In Fanchen's heart, a poem sounded again.

"In that life, you are a butterfly, I am a falling flower, the heart of the flower is broken, and the butterfly wings are at the end of the world.

In that life, you were the stars, I was the crescent moon, the shadows were wrong, and the years were empty.

In that life, you were a singer, I was a pipa, a song in troubled times, and I was affectionate to the world.

Jin Ge Iron Horse, Water Moon Mirror Flower, Ronghua for a moment, the wisp of green smoke that has been handed down from generation to generation, embellished with fairy tales of you and me.

Don't ask whether you are high or low, regardless of the flashiness. Three thousand Huafa, a lifetime of concern. Right there, you're the comic I missed with my life.

Where did the things that were held and the things that could not be held float to?

Is that you? Is that you?

I'm waiting for your reincarnation answer.

In that life, you were firewood and grass, and I was a flame, burning all the marriage, and the ashes were precipitated.

In that life, you were the fingertips, I was the strings, the strings fell, and the flowers lingered.

In that life, you were a lonely goose, I was a blue sky, and once the wings were gone, there was only a period left.

You've gone so far, so far, I can't tell your face at that time, and I'm desperately going backwards, backwards, just to see you for the last time.

The fable engraved by the passing years has no sea and no boundary.

I want to be a quiet red lotus in your life, blooming for you in this life.

I think it's a paper kite that you release in the sky, holding the instantly lingering picture scroll with the distance of a thread.

Missing, nostalgic, loving. I knelt in front of the Buddha and prayed for a thousand years, ten thousand years, and you finally still didn't show up.

The edge of the dream, the withered red lotus, one by one,

If my waiting heart is waving goodbye to you, my ship's side is deposited on the shore when you came.

If there is an afterlife, cross me, can you?

In that life, you were the rock, I was the coast, the heavens and the earth rotated, and the sea withered and rotten.

In that life, you were flowing water, I was petals, dependent on each other, and entangled all my life.

In that life, you were a fish, I was a wave, the flowers were late, and life was entangled.

On the shore of Sansheng Stone, there is the echoing call of my voice, and those regrets that are broken and dried on the bridge will be re-diffused in the next reincarnation.

Withered, quietly withered, dim, yet so dim.

Promises are so short in the length of time, but so short.

Open the door, who is so lonely?

Shouting, who is the last to shout..."

Fan Chen, the corners of his eyes are quietly moist.

"That ......"

"Dare to be distracted and look for death" Seeing this, the axe shouted, forcibly interrupting Fan Chen's gaze.

"Broken... You actually ruined it... Are you looking for death!!!" Fan Chen's whole body shook, his qi and blood made a gurgling sound, and the momentum of the whole person suddenly rose, like an ancient god.

"Get out of here!"

With a loud shout in his mouth, Fan Chen's body did not move, and his left hand clenched into a fist.

Crackle!

The detached knife light exploded into smithereens in the air, and no work was established.

"What's the matter, how could his strength suddenly be so powerful" Tiandao suddenly stood up and said incredulously.

A face was also as solemn as water, and his eyes were fixed on mortal dust.

And the axe's eyes bulge, and the action freezes there.

Fan Chen's body stepped forward, and with the momentum of the collapse of the mountain, he took three steps in front of the axe, and the wooden sword was instantly placed on his neck.

"I won't kill you today, I'll wait for me tomorrow!" Fan Chen said coldly with red eyes.

The axe came back to his senses, unable to accept the facts in front of him, his eyes were bloodshot and said: "Impossible, I didn't lose, let me die"

The snow knife flipped in his hand and was about to be slashed out.

"The cold light is attached to the heart and shouts with the sword!"

The third sword of the Seven Swords Sword Technique, break the seal!

Fan Chen's eyes were as sharp as a sword, and the tip of the sword moved, and suddenly turned into a little cold light!

I saw that in the position where Fan Chen was standing, a little cold light suddenly appeared, and suddenly, it turned into a cold light!

Sweeping the world.

It's like a planet in the middle of the universe that suddenly explodes and turns into one of the most twinkling meteors in the sky!

With a long streamline, the light around the body, there is no return, and it stabs forward!

In a trance, it turned into a gust of wind and roared.

A sword that slashed through the axe's chest.

Burst!

The axe volleyed out a mouthful of blood, and fell more than a dozen steps away.