Dreamy and fantastic. Everything in front of me has undergone earth-shaking changes in an instant, and the boundless void has suddenly turned into a vast ice and snow, and as far as the eye can see, there is white snow everywhere.

"Hehe, Brother Fang Yan, I didn't expect that we had come to this point so quickly, it seems that a person, whether he lives or dies, is predetermined by fate after all"

Suddenly, a leisurely voice came from the vast snowy world, revealing a thick drunkenness, but it was sad to listen to, and the words seemed to be full of inhumane sadness.

"Wrong, my life and death will never be resigned to fate!" Fang Yan responded, and immediately walked towards the white and vast world, and in an instant, the scenery in front of him changed again.

I saw a snowfield not far away, there was a huge plum forest out of thin air, at this moment, is blooming a piece of bright red dazzling plum blossoms, in the cold wind of hunting, like scarlet blood, dancing in the wind, let people see it from afar, it is can't help but be a thorn in front of the eyes, white, red, layered, although gorgeous, but a little sad, and poignant.

As Fang Yan stepped forward more and more, between heaven and earth, the originally small cold wind slowly became bigger unconsciously.

"Woo-woo-"

The sound of the wind whistling, into the ears, before it arrived, is to give people a kind of chill to the bone, not long after, the wind rose in the sky, between the void of heaven and earth, sprinkled with pieces of goose feather snow, falling on the ground. The footprints that Fang Yan walked over and stepped on quickly submerged them.

Between heaven and earth. Fang Yan's figure looked particularly sparse.

Walking on the vast white snow. Hunting against the cold wind, gradually, Fang Yan came to the front of the Merlin, different from the previous distant observation, looking at this Merlin closely, the flowers competing to bloom, mixed with the faint fragrance in the wind, but it was another different poignant scene.

The aroma hits the face. Stepping into Merlin, it is like stepping into a new world, in this space, there is no trace of cold wind, as if, there is a wall of invisible matter, the endless cold wind, all blocked outside the wall, here. It's a void that has been separated.

Fang Yan didn't care about this at all, in the end, no matter how beautiful and wonderful it was. After all, it's just an illusion, and when he kills the enemy, everything will be gone.

Come to think of it. Fang Yan's footsteps became more firm, and the killing intent on his body. It is also silent, constantly brewing and precipitating.

Merlin is huge. The road is very long, sandwiched between the trees, narrow and tortuous, I don't know, where is the end of the road, the snow is all over the sky, the grass on the side of the road has withered yellow, but the plum trees are growing happily, and the red and bright plum blossoms, like blood, bloom in the ice and snow.

Although Fang Yan walked slowly, his steps were very large, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, white and fluffy, and every step he took left a deep footprint, and the depth of each footprint was exactly the same, and the distance between each two steps was exactly the same.

At this moment, although he seemed to be walking carelessly, he was actually secretly urging the true qi in his body, and unconsciously, his hands, feet and limbs were completely coordinated.

Although he couldn't see it, he knew very clearly in his heart that at the end of the road, there was the enemy he was going to face, a water spirit who burned qi and blood and cultivated to have reached the realm of Ning Yuan.

Burned the qi and blood, and if she burned her own life, Shui Ling'er was ignited by the soul demon seed and became a powerhouse in the Ning Yuan Realm, but when the demon flame burned out the qi and blood on her body, it was her death!

It has to be said that this is a strong, but destined opponent to be very short-lived. But even so, Fang Yan still decided to kill her with his own hands!

I don't know why I have such thoughts in my heart, but Fang Yan can't control his mind, since his heart makes him do this, he will definitely not let go.

Isn't it ridiculous to kill a formidable opponent who is destined to die? maybe!

Life is like a road, and at the end of it is death, which is a road to death, and people are destined to die at the end of this road.

The four fields are getting more and more empty, and you can see a plum blossom blooming in the distance, the plum is red like blood, it is the red blood, revealing the beauty of death.

"You're finally here. From the plum blossoms, a familiar slender figure is leaning on a plum tree, bright like the snow in the sky, and like a blood-red plum.

"Yes, I'm here. Fang Yan asked indifferently: "At this moment, in your heart, is there anyone you can't let go?"

"You-" Hearing this, Shui Ling'er felt that her heart couldn't help but be excited, she could hardly help herself, and as soon as she said a word in her mouth, her throat was already gagged.

Fang Yan said: "You should understand, I am here to kill you." ”

Shui Ling'er was silent, tears were almost about to burst out of her eyes, at this moment, maybe even she didn't know her own mind.

"Actually, I've given you many chances, but unfortunately, you just don't know how to cherish it. After a little hesitation, Fang Yan still said this sentence, although there was not the slightest hint of killing intent revealed in his tone, but it was between the formless and the substantial, giving people an almost irresistible illusion.

"Hehe, I already knew you would say that. Shui Ling'er's heart gradually sank, as if she had sunk into a deep pool, submerged by the endless cold lake, and could no longer fluctuate at all.

She stood among the flowers, left behind and independent, just like that, quietly looking at Fang Yan, her eyes flashed with a touch of sadness, with a bit of self-deprecation, and she sighed: "It's like I know that I am obviously not your opponent, and you will never be tempted by me, show mercy, but I still want to give up everything and fight with you, do you know, why is this?"

Fang Yan asked, "Why is this?"

Shui Ling'er smiled, she suddenly smiled, looking at Fang Yan, she smiled and said, "Because I want you to remember me forever, Shui Ling'er, a woman you have to kill with your own hands!"

As soon as these words came out, all of a sudden, the illusionary void suddenly froze, and the wind blew, rolling up pieces of red petals, flying endlessly in the sky. In a short time, in this huge plum garden, it seems that there is a heavy rain, a heavy rain with petals flying, and everywhere there is a striking aroma, or rather, this is a killing machine of the weather, in the infinite beauty, constantly spreading and scattering.

Suddenly, Shui Ling'er made a move, a clear blue sword light, slashed out in the wind, the sword blade roared, cutting the air, with a sharp killing intent, straight to Fang Yan's throat, the sword had not yet arrived, Sen Han's sword qi had already stabbed the west wind!

The red plum blossoms in the sky were in the air, constantly flying endlessly, Fang Yan's feet moved slightly, and the whole person had already turned into a wind-like phantom, elegantly retreating towards the rear, the person and the sword were together, like a fallen leaf that was not yet strong, and the flying flowers in the sky were flying and dancing together.

Shui Ling'er's body was as fast as lightning, the long sword in her hand continued to change moves as she advanced, and the last light scream, soaring into the sky, the long sword in her hand also turned into a flying rainbow, at this moment, her person and the sword have become one, and the sword qi is pressing, and the red petals on the branches are fluttering down.

It's a terrible sight!

Fang Yan swayed the silver frost, and in the blink of an eye, he had already swept past the sword qi flying rainbow, and his leisurely body fell with the red petals flying in the sky.

Shui Ling'er drank coquettishly, her slender figure flipped upside down in the air, and a sword Changhong suddenly turned into countless lights and shadows, like a storm, covering the sky, and sprinkled it towards Fang Yan's head.

The power of this sword is enough to shatter people's souls!

Within a radius of three zhang around Fang Yan, they were all shrouded in sword qi, and no matter what direction they dodged, it seemed that they couldn't dodge.

At this moment, suddenly, Fang Yan made a move, and the Silver Frost Sword turned in his hand, and in an instant, a sword light flashed out and melted into the wind.

There was no earth-shattering confrontation, at this moment, the sword qi in the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace, but the gorgeous plum blossoms like blood rain had not yet fallen, Shui Ling'er stood in place in a daze, with a pair of eyes, with an unpredictable meaning, staring at Fang Yan tightly: "I, finally dead" (to be continued. )