Hidden in the mountains, the clouds and mist stain the whole mountain range, and the towering peaks loom in the clouds, such as the dragon swimming in the clouds, if the fog is charming.

"If you're gone, you won't have to come back. ”

An old man with a staggered walk was holding a dead branch that he had picked up from nowhere, and his face was clean except for some wrinkles, and his gray hair had already been taken care of and coiled behind him.

In front of a woman in purple with a burden, she has a immature baby face, delicate flowers and moons, and her aura is compelling, and the morning dew lingers around her all the time with waves of pure yang energy.

With her beautiful eyes slightly closed, she opened her arms and shouted at the steep mountain wall opposite, "Then let's never go back!"

"You girl!"

As the old man spoke, the dead branch he was holding in his hand was thrown over and smashed on the woman's back.

"Little Lao'er, you and I have to break the fate of master and apprentice. ”

"The one who went down the mountain with you, as well as the old man, one of my disciples, took it, one bottle contains one breath-holding one, which is used to save one's life, and one bottle contains one that strengthens the body, which is used to fight for life. ”

The two vials were thrown into the woman's hands, "Little old man......"

"Remember, you and I have run out of master and apprenticeship, you don't have to come to me in the future!" the old man staggered and raised his hand to point at the woman with a hint of determination in his eyes.

"I should travel all over the world, play swords, gamble chess, drink tea, talk about Taoism, and do something earth-shattering!" the woman looked very petite and thin, but she said loudly with her chest held up.

"Among the hundred skills, you have learned four or five, and in the whole world, you can be regarded as first-class, but there are thousands of people in this world, Xin Wanci, can you feel it thoroughly?"

The old man shook his head helplessly, and after a wry smile, this indissible laughter wandered everywhere in the depths of the mountain.

Indeed, everything in this world is much faster than the clouds in the sky gather and disperse, and they look down on women, so I will let myself go my own way!

Up to now, I can control everything, I can get out of any situation, and I can sneak into the barracks with one hand.

But Huan Quji's illness seemed to be far beyond my expectations, even if I gave extremely tempting conditions, even if I saved his life!

Xin Wanci pouted and walked in the desert while looking at the boundless black curtain in the sky and complaining.

It really irritates me!

She slapped herself in the face, and her mind was full of the shadow of Huan Quji.

Even if there are 10,000 Huan to get sick, it's not worth your life, that's it!

Thinking about it, the eyes that were almost tearful before suddenly stood out, and the corners of the mouth were raised, which inevitably gave birth to a pampered heart.

What Huan Quji saw now seemed to be a completely new world, and every fluctuation of air currents could be clearly felt even if he crossed his side.

The eyes seem to be infinitely magnified, and everything around them moves slower, or does it become faster on its own......

The chest kept surging with air, and the body seemed to explode, and the endless power between the surging qi and blood poured into his fists and feet.

If you can maintain this state, you can! You can rescue Xie Jie!

He simply jumped off his horse and galloped all the way to the black realm in the distance.

Yes!

Huan's nose felt as if he had been punched in the face, and the pungent smell locked his sense of smell.

The strong smell of blood made him uneasy, and the movements under his feet began to be a little out of order.

No way!

The dark red blood was at his feet, and even the corpse!

"Poof!"

He couldn't help but take a step back, his leg bones froze and he didn't dare to step forward again, what could be the other thing in front of him?

This corpse is undoubtedly evidence left by Tang Jun, and maybe it will be buried tomorrow.

The mind is confused, and the sword on his waist has appeared in his hand at some point, and the blood debt is repaid!

jumped into the body, and Huan went to get up quickly. In the air, he felt a powerful oppressive force.

And the familiar smell, Xie Jie!

His pupils dilated, searching for the source of the scent.

Snow's throat was like a lamb to be slaughtered, and life and death were just a thought.

grinning, looking at the Tang people who were mentioned by himself, he sneered, "Flip your hands!"

He raised his hand and gently shifted the palm of his hand to the back of his hand, constantly mocking his opponent.

Xie Jie struggled, but no matter what, he didn't seem to be able to hurt this person in the slightest........

"Kill!"

Snow's face darkened, his two fingers were forced, and with a click, his throat bone was cracked, his blood was broken, and blood gushed out, splashing on the face of the perpetrator at once.

Xie Jie looked at the sky for the last time, and he saw a black figure gradually blurred, and the last glance was eternally fixed here.

Bang ——!

Snow kicked the ground, his body jumped backwards, and a figure smashed directly into place!

Huan Quji saw that Xie Jie was killed by Snow, and he even wanted to gouge out his eyes, all of which were hallucinations!

The young man's eyes were full of the man with a heavy blade in front of him, the kind of eyes of a jackal about to tear apart its prey, and at this moment blood surged into his heart.

"Give him back!"

Huan went to roar like a heartbreak, there were no moves, and there was a burst of slashing when he stepped forward, and there was no discipline to speak of.

Snow grasped the distance between himself and the sword with his front foot and back foot one after another, his eyes were indifferent, and when he saw that he was swinging the sword, he shot out with a palm.

The palm hit Huan Quji's lower abdomen, and the domineering palm force made Huan Qujian fall to the ground and turn over four or five times.

"Tangren?" Snow was puzzled when he saw that Huan Qujian was wearing a cloth shirt and no armor.

"Asking for your life!"

Huan Qujian saw that his body was fine except for a little pain after receiving a palm, and he gritted his teeth and stood up.

"I only kill the Tang Army!"

Snow ignored him, didn't seem to take him to heart, and was turning to leave.

There is no chaos in the battle, the heart is iron, the battle is not retreating, and the heart is Xuanjia!

Taking a deep breath, Huan Qujian could clearly feel the flow of qi and blood and the flow of the surrounding qi source.

A strong body is a forcibly opened qi veins that perceive the qi and blood around it.

Holding your breath is forcibly hiding the aura emitted by ordinary people.

Buzz——!

Boy, you can, make the sword look at the six paths!

The left elbow is the base, the sword body is a weapon, the sword is on the elbow, the right foot is bent up, and the back foot soars up.

The murderous aura protruded behind Snow, he turned over and raised the deep cold, and the huge blade turned into a half-wall giant shield!

With a stab, Huan Qujian touched the cold sword and his right hand trembled unconsciously, and the cold air came with the erosion of the sword.

With a sweep of his left foot, he took the opportunity to pull the tip of the sword away from the deep cold, held it with his backhand, bent his right arm slightly, and slammed the blade of the sword into the blade.

"Boy, you don't know how to lift?"

Snow felt the brutality of the reckless man in front of him, and then felt that something was wrong.

He was forced to take a few steps back, which really surprised him.

"One life for another, you!

Huan Qu rushed hard, and his right arm was directly attached to the cold blade, forcing Snow to withdraw the blade.

"Child!"

Snow was forced to retreat, and he also felt that he was humiliated, and the pitch-black blade of the deep cold was clenched with both hands, and the blood on the knife had already been subsided by the cold.

"You!"

A sword followed, and Huan Quji's mouth was still full of hatred, but there was still a shape on the move.

Tangible moves tend to be more lethal when they change against the enemy.

Change your move!

Huan Qu used his hind feet to slash down in mid-air.

Ding——!

The sword slashed into the deep cold, but the right hand holding the sword trembled, almost out of his hand.

The two blades touched again, and Huan Qujian refused to stop, unlike Snow, he would kill this person!

His left foot landed, Huan went to glare at Snow angrily, and his right leg kicked out like a life!

Snow couldn't care about holding his hands on the deep cold, so he fought leg to leg, and the legs of both sides were fought together.

At this moment, the sand and rocks flew under their feet, and the sand and gravel rose to the sky, sprinkling directly on them.

The deep cold light was shining, Snow's footsteps sank, and Huan Qu hurriedly lifted his leg as if he had hit an iron weapon.

The cold air was tumbling and condensing on the blade, and the old sword was shattered in an instant!

The fragments turned into tens of thousands of iron flowers and flew from the deep cold blade to the opposite side, and the cold iron flowers burst out with sharp edges and pierced through the front of Huan Quai.

"Ahh

A number of iron flowers pierced Huan Quji's face, and bloomed on the land of flesh and blood!

The silver-white flowers were mostly merciless and cold, and the young man's face was deeply bloodstained, and the blood droplets were torn open, and drop by drop fell from his face.

There were four or five blood marks left on the left side of Huan Quji's face, all of which were half an inch long, and the cold air had penetrated into the bones for three minutes.

The blood droplets are cold, and after the drops fall, they immediately turn into ice flowers and disappear in the desert!

"Courage is commendable, but spare strength is insufficient!"

Just as Huan went to cover his face and roar, Snow stuck the deep cold on the ground and gently spit out a few words.

The blade of the sword in his hand is almost shattered, what is the use of leaving this hilt alone?

Huan Qujian covered his left face with one hand, his heart was full of unwillingness, and he could still feel his own flesh and blood with that hand!

The left side of his face seems to be frozen, as if his face has been split into two sides.

What now?

The only blade in his hand is gone, is he going to die at his hands?

Snow's eyes swept over, "That kind of sword also wants to be compared to the deep cold?"

The general trend is gone, and all thoughts are lost!

The hilt of the sword in Huan Quji's hand is still useful, that is, self-severance, is this the gap?

Even if he took the two pills that he had resigned from late, he still couldn't hurt Snow in the slightest.

didn't save the uncle, but watched him fall in front of him, Huan Quai, this is you!

The hilt of the sword in his hand suddenly clenched, and it was brought to his throat, and with a single slash, he would ......

"Spare your life, and go!"

Snow picked up the spilled fragments on the ground and threw them out with skill, knocking the hilt of the sword in the boy's hand away!

"You're not going to kill me?"

Huan Quji's eyes were full of doubt, this is an insult!

"Don't kill irrelevant people, you do it, I've almost abolished you!"

Snow paused and replied, as if he had thought of something again, "Although the Tang Army is weak, it can also become an army, maybe I have an answer." ”