Chapter 9 Snow flies in June, and the small courtyard is stained with blood

"Ahem, ahem. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Xia He leaned against the rocks, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, until now, Xia He's smile still did not dissipate, and the cough became lower and lower, as if he was deliberately suppressed.

The people in the mountains were puzzled, but Xia He didn't explain. Got up from the rubble and looked at the snow-white sword floating in the air. "Come again. ”

The mountain man did not hesitate and swung his sword again, this time the sword move was no longer as thick as a mountain, but it was more dangerous and cold.

This kind of chill is not a chill that directs people's hearts to chill, but a real frost chill that can act on the body, and suddenly, everything in the courtyard has crossed the long summer, skipped the distressing autumn tiger, and entered the winter in advance.

"So that's what it is...... No, you're not yet. Xia He looked at the scene of flying snow in summer, and couldn't help but sigh, with a slight mistake under his feet, he left the flying sword that emitted a chill by himself, and flew to the bottom of the locust tree again, the locust tree at this time was very peculiar, but the green leaves and yellow flowers were dyed with a layer of hoarfrost, Xia He knew that the people in the mountains were very strong, and of course he was very strong to be able to kill his father, but he didn't know that he was so strong.

The flying snow in June, in the world, originally refers to the grievances that have not been washed, and the heavens are pitiful in the world, and a catastrophe has fallen.

It's just that neither of the two people in the courtyard has ever been burdened with a sad life experience, and the heavens will not rain snow to show justice and integrity, but there is still a little fine snow.

The fine snow is really fine, but after all, it is summer, so the cockroach cricket who does not know the spring and autumn understands the severe cold of winter, and then ends his life early, and the next person who ends his life early should be the young man in the courtyard who carries a black knife and is locked by a white sword.

The young man didn't want to die, so he raised the knife again, swung it heavily, the knife roared like a stormy wave, the sword body really stirred up layers of waves, and the waves turned into rocks and thunder, although the waves were not high cliffs and rocks, but there were still bursts of thunder.

The thunder was loud, thick and inaudible. The sword groans lightly, crisp and easy to see.

Thunder and sword chanting intermingled, black knives collided with white swords, after all, sword chanting was slightly superior, Xia He was vigorously knocked away again, this time crashing under the locust tree, and the locust leaves dyed with a layer of hoarfrost fell, bringing a faint and almost unsmellable fragrance of locust flowers. It seems that the corners of the young sunshine's eyebrows are dyed with a frost cloud.

Xia He shook his slightly numb arm, shook off a little residual ice, stood up again, looked at the white sword that knocked himself away twice, and spat out a mouthful of saliva, which was bloody. "Come again. ”

Except for the mountain man who began to cast a flying sword, his voice still sounded in the shadows, "As I said, I don't mind trading your sister's life for your life. The white sword slashed again, but this time it was no longer the young man wielding the knife, but the small room, Xia He was still smiling.

Then, Xia He's smile and figure disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he had already come to the place where the tip of the white sword was pointing. Xia He swung his sword, and the swords collided again, but this time it was no longer Xia He who flew out, and the black knife finally split the sword. The mountain man pinched a magic trick in his hand, and the flying white sword once again disappeared in the shadows.

Xia He was half-kneeling, the black knife screamed slightly, and the tip of the knife was not in the dirt.

"It's okay, you can't change it. "Of course you can't change it, when you get my sister's life, my life will be gone, so there is no life for a life, only a life to fight for a life.

Perhaps thinking of this, the mountain people fell silent again.

"Go ahead with your sword. The youth was no longer silent and pulled his knife out of the dirt.

There was no imaginary snow-white sword light, and there was no waiting for the rescuers who came, the sword was still in the sheath, where were the rescuers......

...... There is a big city in the northwest corner of Dayin, called the Daimyo, there is a general's mansion in the Daimyo, although the general in it is not a general who guards one side, but he is also a famous general in the northwest, but he is famous because of this person's timidity and fear.

It is precisely because of this kind of timidity and fear that although his strength has reached the first-class level, he is still only a second-rate position, and he was sent to the northwest frontier, which is bitterly cold and cannot mix oil and water.

The so-called Pingxi general knew his cowardice, so he lived in the northwest peacefully, and there had been no war in the north for many years, and the life of this Pingxi general was also nourishing.

"Are you going to go to the wasteland?" The evening breeze was blowing, and the leisurely evening breeze made the general a little sleepy, and he looked at the corner of the general's mansion with sleepy eyes, a corner of the night in the middle of the night......

"No one has come yet, it's time for me to go. The voice of the mountain man floated in, "Do you want to wait any longer?" Xia He smiled.

"No, it's time for me to go. It's late. Xia He glanced at the sky, the sky was dark for a while, the dark night sky could not see the starlight, the bright moon, and the lights of thousands of homes, and the black was only black.

The darkness before dawn.

Xia He retracted his gaze, "Anyway, let's try this trick first." Xia He raised the black knife high, and then ......

Throw it hard.

Fast, generally likened to a flying arrow, heavy, generally likened to a heavy green mountain, one light and one heavy. And that black knife is like a green mountain flying by. It was fast and heavy, and the air hissed as if it had been pulled apart.

The faces of the mountain people who had been calm finally changed color, and their brows were tightly locked, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Ten fingers tightly locked the hilt of the white sword, and the sword was out of the sheath, and it had leaked cold air. Snow in June, reappearing.

The snow flowed and crashed into the Wanjun Mountain.

The snow is not a 10,000-year-old Xuanbing, but the black knife is not really Wanjun Mountain after all, so Wanjun Mountain is traversed by the flowing snow.

The black sword was scrapped, disconnected by the white sword, and the broken blade was stabbed diagonally on both sides. The white sword pointed directly at Xia He, who was empty in his hand, and the figure of the man in black finally walked out of the shadow of the wall.

"You're hurt. Xia He smiled happily, and his eyes fell on the palm of the mountain man's mouth, where a snow plum bloomed, delicate and beautiful.

"You're already hurt, and your knife is broken. The mountain man looked at Xia He and said seriously.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you're injured, it's okay, if you're injured, you can't escape, if you're injured, you'll die. Xia He looked at the people in the mountains and replied seriously.

"But, you'll soon be dead. ”

"Not yet. I still have this. Xia He took out two things from his waist and two silver needles, "I picked them up when I fell to the ground just now." ”

The mountain man did not speak, but moved. With a wave of his hand, the sword rises and falls. A blood lotus bloomed from where the sword fell. The sword rises again.

Xia He was in pain, and he finally realized how unfathomable the power of this person who killed his father was. "Look, you're dead now. ”

"Hehe, how do you know I can still do leg, huh!" "Look, your legs are useless too. ”

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