The first winter snow of Jiahuang Mountain came unexpectedly with blood, as if the calm that had been hanging between the blades for several years was just waiting for the knife to rise at this moment. The snow in the daytime was careless, echoing the sonorous and cruel handover sound like a piano, and before she could land, she melted into the warm blood water, and the soul of the dead added a strong tragedy.

It was night, and after the fierce battle, life was exhausted. The heavy snow is menacing, covering the sky and the earth with one hand to soothe the blood under the feet of the fugitives.

Redcoat gasped violently. Snowflakes fell one after another on her red clothes, and after melting, it was full of cold seeping into her bones.

That person had already chased after the three mountains closely, and she had no intention of giving up, no matter how strong she was, it was only the end of the crossbow, Xiao Ember was counterattacked by the divine power of the Mirror Boundary Stone when she opened the enchantment of the town stone platform, and her injuries were also severe.

And at that person's domineering speed...... I'm afraid it won't be long before I catch up. She made up her mind and stopped abruptly, only to realize that the night sky where she had fled was so poignant, as if it was covered with blood that could not be erased for several lifetimes. She said to the man in black beside her in a calm voice, "You go first." ”

"And then you keep it to die?" Xiao Yan lowered her body, her eyebrows raised coldly, and she sneered at her decision with her usual cynical tone.

The red cloth covered his chest with blood and qi, and forced his breath: "Don't worry, I can't die." No more—"

At this point, the deep pupils under her mask darkened, and her tone seemed to become sad and sad, "I took off my mask." ”

"Stupid, hiding for eight years, or falling short." Xiao Ember stared at the night wind behind her with some dissociation, and the next moment he turned around and walked away without hesitation, throwing down a disdainful sentence, "If you don't return to the imperial capital alive, you know the consequences." ”

"If you want to get out, get out of here." The most unpleasant to hear the threat, Hongyi sneered impatiently.

The black shadows of the dead branches swaying in the woods became more and more violent, and the long wind carried the heavy snow, wrapped in a murderous aura, and shaved up the long hair in red and her bewitching skirt.

Seeing Xiao Shen walking away, the frowning brows under the red-clothed mask relaxed a little.

As soon as they turned around, they saw that the man who was chasing them was already standing at the exit of the woods, only a few steps away. Behind him were mountains and a distant tower of ink towering high above Mount Kah.

He was still the same robe, and his face gradually showed its outline from the darkness. The uninhibited long hair was drumming in the wind, and the snow was hanging at his side, as if he was a suave god descending to earth. Oh, she almost forgot that he was originally the savior in the eyes of the people, the sword saint sent by the southern dome of Jiahuang Mountain-Baili Kazama.

It's just that tonight, this savior's face is a little not good. Also, the strong smell of alcohol that comes to your face.

It's just that I vaguely heard that he has drunk more heavily than before in the past eight years, so it seems that this rumor is indeed true.

In the past eight years, Hongyi has tried to think of many possibilities, but after such a long time, the cold confrontation between them at this moment still makes her wonder if she has crossed several lifetimes of passing years.

The dragon bone in his hand is the core and the jade is the handle of the dragon yuan, the sword light is as before, and the sword light is tossing and turning in the heavy snow in Jiahuang Mountain.

The light of the sword reminded her of the winter days many years ago, in the woods beneath the Murta, when he was drunkenly trying to teach her how to dance the sword in the snow. The sword qi swept over the wind chimes on the ink tower and made a nice sound, resounding in the wind and dust.

At that time, she pretended to be disdainful and stood on the side and watched, refusing to learn, slandering him for relying on the sword dance to deceive the ignorant girl's spring heart, but she clearly saw the helplessness and depression in his sword that he hated to save the world with his heroic body.

But he hid everything, pulled her long hair with immodesty and refused to stop, and asked her over and over again, whether the master was handsome, handsome or not, she refused to give in, and finally made a fuss, and he fell asleep in the snow without warning. The corners of his mouth were still slanted, and he muttered, "Ah Che, is Master handsome or not......"

However, tonight, his sword changed from his previous carelessness and did not hide his murderous aura.

Is it enraged? Instead, the red man smiled fearlessly. Anyway, Xiao Ember had already left with the Mirror Boundary Stone.

The funny thing is that she never thought that she would risk her life to cover for Xiao Ash, this imperial lackey, the person she hated eight years ago, and imprisoned her in the underground Shura field for four years, forcing her to become the culprit of the ruthless appearance she is now.

However, it was the anomaly of the hundred miles of wind tonight, and she was not surprised at all. Angering him was what she had always done, the only difference was that now she hid behind a mask and used someone else's identity to be more unscrupulous.

After four years of master and apprenticeship, the two of them have gotten along with each other for a long time, like a lion and a fly that have been facing each other for many years, they can't kill each other, but they have already figured out how to pinch each other's weaknesses accurately and painfully.

However, to hurt others, you must first hurt yourself, and in order to get out of the day, she provoked him to say what she said, and she also tore the old wound eight years ago to him with her own hands.

--"If you kill me, you won't know the whereabouts of your little apprentice who hasn't been heard from for so many years." ”

--"I heard that she is not favored by you, but she stupidly left a drop of blood for you to say goodbye, which is really pitiful." ”

He was really stunned, and his subordinates were sluggish, so she took the opportunity to escape. However, she didn't expect that he would be stunned, and he didn't have time to take care of the leaderless Southern Dome Sect, and chased her and Xiao Shen out of the three mountains.

She knew that the so-called "little apprentice" was absolutely meaningful in his heart, but she didn't expect that this meaning was more than she imagined.

The sad eyes of the red clothes finally disappeared, but the mouth giggled, the soft and glutinous voice had an indescribable charm, her laughter wandered in the desolate air of the mountains unbridledly, brushing the cliffs and cliffs, leaving a hollow and lonely echo: "The Hundred Miles Sword Saint is really interested, and it is said that the poor Kou Mo chases, and he has chased so many roads." Could it be that you really believed my words and wanted to know the whereabouts of your little apprentice from my mouth? ”

Baili Fengma stared at the half-section of the mask on the red face, and his heart was inexplicably irritated to the extreme. Their voices were really similar, but his Ah Che would never speak in such a seductive and light tone.

Archer either yells at him like an angry beast or speaks like a hedgehog with thorns. Counting the master and apprentice for so many years, the number of times they have had a good conversation is almost a handful.

And he remembered that Ah Che never wore red.

When June Snow was white behind her, Ah Che pinched Wu Nong's soft voice and said proudly, "You said that I looked good in red clothes, but I didn't wear it." ”

Yes, Ah Che is very beautiful when he changes into a red dress, like a flower with thorns. When he recalled her, he always thought that his little apprentice was very good, but once it was clear that when he saw her, he would be irritated and want to strangle her.

As she always knew, he was the Sword Saint of the Jiahuang Phoenix, the god worshiped in people's hearts, and an existence that shocked the world, but when she faced him, she lost all patience and reason.

Baili Kazuma had never seen what kind of face was under the mask of the red clothes, but he inexplicably felt that if Ah Che grew up, he would probably be like the one in red, with a beautiful face, waist-length long hair, and dark pupils as black as obsidian.

It's just this red clothes, who in the world doesn't know that she is a well-known disaster, in charge of the 100,000 soldiers in the imperial capital, calling for wind and rain, doing all the evil things, twenty years ago, she was notorious for having a gentle Wu Nong's soft words but acting ruthlessly. Twenty years ago, Ah Che was still a girl sleeping in the imperial tomb.

The red clothes are by no means Ah Che. With such a conclusion, he was relieved. Because as long as it's not Ah Che, he has a way to deal with women in the world.

The corners of his mouth slanted out a determined arc, and the hundred miles of wind slowly stroked the sword body of Longyuan White Sword, raised his eyebrows and said: "Don't say that I want to chase, even if I let you die at this moment, you can't help it." ”

"Really? Since you have the intention of killing me, why didn't you do it sooner? Hongyi covered her mouth and chuckled sarcastically, if she was just a girl from a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, such a clean laugh would make unsuspecting people feel crispy to the bone.

In the interval between speaking, the red clothes had already formed an air sword. However, her true qi had already been exhausted in the fierce battle in the daytime, and there was only a small amount left, and this blow was the last full force, and even sacrificed a lot of cultivation in it, quite a bit of a fish died in the net.

"I can't help myself." The snow outlined the outline of the hundred miles of wind, but there was a slight surprise at the corner of his eyebrows. This kind of desperate paranoia, almost destructive...... The same is true of Ache.

When the qi sword was about to get close, he waved his sleeve robe lightly to block it, and a gust of wind whistled out, and he forcibly knocked back the qi sword formed by the red clothes, and it disappeared into her body in a blink of an eye.

Hongyi screamed in pain, his body was bounced into the air, and he was about to fall to the ground heavily, but he was caught by a rapidly passing shadow, but this catching posture - it was his slender jade hand that grabbed her throat, and then slammed her a dead tree.

After an instant of suffocation, a large amount of cold air mixed with blood poured in, and the red clothes hunched over and gasped, and a mouthful of blood splashed on the snow with a "wow", which also stained his spotless robe.

The strange thing is that even if it was the red cloth herself who lost in front of him at the moment, she didn't feel a lot of frustration - not surprisingly, she could never beat him.

She hadn't beaten him, unless he had lost on purpose. But he is such a rebellious person, and he will never deliberately lose to her.

"Where's Ache?" He pressed on, losing the last patience of the night. His fingers pinched her chin fiercely, forcing her to lift her face and stop selling off, her originally careless eyes exuding a chilling killing intent.

The past years have not been completed, but they have also been three thousand winds and snows. She was right in front of him, but she had to be someone else.

The red clothes smiled sadly and flirtatiously, and the blood-stained lips were even more bewitching: "The Hundred Miles Sword Saint is so sincere in seeking disciples, but the red clothes have to live up to it." ”

Her last few words sprayed softly and charmingly in Baili Feng's ears, with a warm smell of blood, and his face couldn't help but change. By the time he reacted quickly, it was too late. After an extremely small click, there was the sound of the poison sac hiding in the mouth bursting, and the body of the red cloth fell limply into the snow.