The cold wind is fluttering, and the sky and the earth are white.

The cold wind whistling among the dead branches in the distance, as if it was a terrible ghost in hell wailing in pain, indescribably gloomy and weird.

It's intimidating.

The house has been cleaned, and there is still a faint color of forest that has not been inhabited for a long time.

There aren't many things that can be used, and there are almost no things to eat.

Liu ecstasy stared into the distance, and a look of worry and concern appeared in his eyes.

Farther away is Tianbian, there seem to be many people in the ice and snow who have endured the torture and fatigue of the journey, and she seems to be secretly worried and concerned about those passers-by in the ice and snow.

The wine eagle sighed deeply, for such a kind and delicate woman, why would God bring her disaster and suffering, and how could she bear it?

The snow between the heavens and the earth is still drifting, and human figures are gradually appearing in the distance.

Not only did he come back with a smile, but he also came back with a lot of good food.

Yang Tianxiao is not a stingy ghost, the things he brought back are almost impossible to hold, there are so many that it is unimaginable, holding it in his hands, carrying it on his shoulder, holding it in his arms, and wrapping it around his waist,......。

It was as if he was about to buy a street back, and there was more snow and ice on it.

There is no light, and the string of rock sugar gourds is vaguely rolling with seductive light, like the extremely sincere and sweet shyness of an amorous girl.

Yang Qing greeted it with a smile, smiled and took off the two strings of rock sugar gourds, and blew them, the ice and snow on them were completely blown away, and they were more shy, more pleasant and joyful.

She saw the shyness in her hand, as if she saw the red hijab in her dream, and then she couldn't help but look at Wusheng, so her cheeks seemed to become a little hot.

"I love this too." She handed over a string of willow ecstasy.

Liu ecstasy looked at the blush on her cheeks, and she was already covering her mouth and laughing, as if she had seen something that made her overly happy.

There are not many such things, Yang Qing faced the bronze mirror that was not lost, so she smiled herself.

The blush had faded away, but the room was filled with an uplifting aroma of wine.

The table was not large, and it was already filled with all kinds of wine and side dishes.

She patted Yang Tianxiao on the shoulder, "It's not a lucky thing to be your horse, it's good to be your friend." ”

Yang Tianxiao held the big bowl high and drank the full wine inside, "The humble house, the God of Wealth, the glory of Peng, the honor, the luck to ......." ”

The eagle didn't pick up the bowl, but looked at it, and the wine suddenly floated up, sleepwalking into his mouth.

Yang Qing was surprised, she had never seen this kind of drinking even in her dreams, she had already clapped her hands and applauded.

This kind of drunkard is not often seen in the rivers and lakes, and it is even more difficult to see.

There was no stove in the house, but the brazier was bigger.

Liu Ecstasy slowly walked over and added a little more charcoal, and the warmth in the room became more crazy and intense.

Even if the cold and merciless cold wind blows in outside, it will become soft and affectionate, so that the hearts of countless girls will be stimulated and cheerful at that moment, and the hearts of girls will be easily satisfied.

Liu ecstasy stared outside, and his eyes were still full of a heartbreaking color of delicateness, affection, kindness, and ecstasy.

In the cold snow in the distance, is there someone who is thinking about her? Always worried?

If anything, it's a real blessing.

The sky was dead to ashes, the ice and snow had gradually subsided, and the cold wind had gradually become less violent.

The chill between heaven and earth is still heavier, and the color of loneliness is stronger.

No matter what kind of prodigal son endures torment and torture in this snow, he will easily get tired and get tired easily.

There were dead trees standing in the courtyard, looking very old and haggard, without a trace of vitality or joy.

When Liu ecstasy stared at them, he smiled delicately.

She smiled so delicately that she looked even more weak.

The wine eagle clasped his fists and stared at Yang Tianxiao with a smile, "The hero turned out to be a cultural person, which is really not very emotional, admirable, and fortunate to meet and admire ......." ”

Yang Qing hurriedly took the big bowl and drank it all, and faced them again and again, "The two heroes turned out to be cultural people, and they were fortunate to meet in the next place, and they have admired ......them for a long time." ”

She smiled proudly, and proudly took out the last string of rock sugar gourds and gave them to Liu Ecstasy.

This is really a kind and delicate woman, Yang Qing holds her body softly, for fear of breaking her.

She stared at the rock sugar gourd, smiling delicately and silently.

Yang Qing stared at the cold, unforgiving snow, boundless cold, so far away that it seemed to be closely connected to the sky.

She sighed deeply, sighed deeply.

Then she gently kissed Liu Ecstasy on the neck, and she smiled and left, walking towards lifelessness.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, silent like a stone statue, and quietly seemed to have turned into stone.

Yang Qingjiao pulled him with a smile and pulled him into the snow, hoping that he could play snowman with him, the hard work of the journey, the struggle and pain on the edge of death, all this did not change her in the slightest.

She is still a woman who knows how to make people enjoy joy and joy.

Patches of ice and snow drifted from the dead trees in the courtyard, and there was no wind, which looked extremely strange and mysterious.

Suddenly, she pulled her behind her body.

Not far away, two people suddenly appeared, two swords.

Dressed in Taoist robes, with a long sword hanging on his back, he stared at Wusheng with cold eyes, like two fierce hungry wolves staring at the delicate rabbit in the tree hole.

One of them was Qingfengzi, who stood far away, without the slightest intention of approaching.

He didn't seem to be very brave, nor was he very stupid.

He stared at the lifeless hand, at the gun in his hand.

The hand didn't move, and the gun didn't move.

His eyes had moved, staring at them like spearheads, poking them as if he wanted to poke them alive in the cold, merciless snow.

There is not a trace of footprints behind them, which is enough to show that their light skills are not weak, and their hands will not be weak.

Is it possible that a person who has been so badly injured that he is almost unable to fall down has lost his ability to move his body? Isn't it hands-free?

In the face of such a strong enemy, should we retreat? Collision avoidance?

Yang Qing was already staring at them, their cheeks were in deep pain, as if they had been tormented by an indescribable sadness and colic.

The chill between heaven and earth is thicker, and night is gradually falling.

The wind has stopped, the snow has stopped.

The earth is silent, and everything is silver-white.

Qingfengzi's eyes were cold, and the eyes of the people on the side were even colder.

There was no trace of filial piety on his clothes, and his cheeks were already covered with pain and sadness about the willingness between the seven sons of Wudang.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, not moving, not speaking.

There seems to be a Chinese person in the rivers and lakes, too lazy to speak, too lazy to explain anything, and even more lazy to explain anything.

Things that are disgusting and disgusting are rarely done, let alone lifeless.

Not far away, the snow on the dead branches seemed to be unable to endure the dead silence between them, and suddenly it fell down, fell to the ground, and fell to pieces.

Isn't the end of the wordless face?

Isn't this end the beginning of a desperate effort? The beginning of the duel?

Whether it's fair or unfair, it's a duel, and it's the same for Wusheng.

Especially when he was seriously injured and others were not injured at all, he didn't care at all.

As long as it's a duel, whether it's fair or not, he doesn't care, maybe he doesn't bother to care, and he doesn't bother to care about how many illnesses and wounds he has on his body.

All this can be forgotten and cleaned, because all this effort will be compensated at the beginning of the duel, and the excitement and pleasure that the duel brings him may not be described in words, nor can it make others imagine the joy and joy in it.

A person who dedicates his life and spirit to a duel will never be able to disturb his enjoyment by any other person or thing, and perhaps because of this, there is no trace of emotion in his eyes, no trace of pain and torture, love torture...... There is all the torture in the world, so he has no relatives, no lovers, no friends, almost nothing, and no fame and fortune.

In his eyes, this kind of strange thing is not bullshit.

The man did not move, and neither did the sword.

Gradually, their hands touched the hilt of the sword, and gradually they grasped the hilt, and the hand that held the sword was clearly a good hand.

The green tendons on the hands gradually appeared, and gradually they were towering.

Yang Qing gradually became nervous, she squinted at the sky, the sky gradually lost a trace of light, and gradually became extremely dim and gloomy.

It was as if it was her heart, gloomy and faintly aching.

Maybe this is the side of women, the extremely delicate side, and it is because of this side that they are called women.

The sword slowly unsheathed.

The sword light has appeared, the sword qi has been blown, and the sword intent has moved.

The snow and ice under the man's feet gradually drifted away.

"A good sword qi blowing flowers, a good Wudang disciple."

Yang Tianxiao sneered and looked at it coldly.

His eyes were colder, more bone-chilling, and more difficult to face than the ice.

Even if the sword in his hand is not unsheathed, the chill is enough to make people daunted and frightened, like a hungry and vigorous tiger, standing far away, can bring deterrence and chill to himself.

The sword "ding" into the sheath.

This person was already staring at Yang Tianxiao, staring at the sword in his arms, as if he was very surprised, and he couldn't think of the existence of that sword and that person.

A look of surprise gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Howling in the sky?"

Yang Tianxiao nodded, "Yes." ”

"You like my sword?"

Yang Tianxiao nodded.

"The sword is there, and so are the people."

He was already staring at Yang Tianxiao, staring at the cold muscles on Yang Tianxiao's cheeks, without a trace of trembling, without a trace of strange expression.

Yang Tianxiao also stared at him, staring at the sword in his palm, the sword was not unsheathed, and that kind of hand did not leave the hilt.

The hand holding the hilt of the sword did not tremble at all, vaguely waiting to be unsheathed.

Anyone can tell that the sword can be unsheathed at any time.

A sword out of the sheath is bound to be a deadly sword, a deadly sword.

The sky was completely dark, lonely, lonely, and disgustingly dark.

The brazier in the room burned violently, far away, and there was not a single light that shone brightly.

But all of a sudden, there was light.

Sword light.

The sword light fluttered, and a shadow had floated up, floating towards lifeless.

I don't move, I don't seem to be too lazy to move, maybe it's not time to move.

Anyone knows that as long as he is alive, he can still stand like a stone statue and move.

As long as it moves, the gun will inevitably be stained with blood, and it will inevitably kill the opponent and shoot people.

The sword light fluttered, and it was suddenly wrapped alive by the firelight, and it was wrapped to death.

The sword light had been burned alive, and it stopped not far from Wusheng and burned violently, and the person holding the sword also screamed violently, this scream was like a beast in the snow that fell into a hunter's trap, indescribably terrible and miserable.

The screams were fluttering, and a man sleepwalked to the edge of lifelessness, holding a flask in his hand.

Yang Qing couldn't help but exclaim, "It's a wine eagle." ”

The wine eagle has made a move.

The eagle has smiled.

He stared at the screaming people as if he were a drama staring at the audience, as if he was proud, proud.

This masterpiece deserves to be triumphed.

People who do not have a certain knowledge of wine will not have such a fatal hand; It's not that I have an affection for wine for many years, and I won't have such a fatal hand.

But the smug look on his face suddenly disappeared.

He disappeared in the light of another sword.

The sword light fluttered, and the flames on Qingfengzi's body were slowly swept away, rolling to death.

The sword "ding" into the sheath.

The people have reached a foot away, and the breeze has become pitch black, as if it is darker than the night.

He was unconscious, his hand was vaguely gripping the hilt of the sword, the sword was not in its sheath, and the cold light was still there.

Wusheng sighed.

A good sword of Wudang, a good Wudang seven sons.

Sen Han's sword vaguely left a murderous aura, killing power.

Whether it is from the swordsman's swordsmanship, or the swordsmanship's swordsmanship, it is enough to show that the Wudang faction is worthy of being a swordsmanship.

The sword was slowly unsheathed, and the man still did not go, staring at them.

The Eagle was staring at him as well, because there weren't many swords that could unleash the flames that swept him away, too few.

Whether it is a human or a ghost who holds the sword, it is worthy of his respect and admiration.

What he respects and admires is only swordsmanship, not someone else's, it's like a drama who admires money, not anyone in the audience.

Yang Tianxiao stared at the sword, staring at the person, "Sword Qi blowing flowers, looking for joy?" ”

Xunhuanzi nodded and said nothing.

"That's a good sword."

Xunhuanzi was silent and did not move.

"The hand holding the sword is better."

Funjord was silent.

Motionless staring at the hand, the gun.

He really didn't expect that there was such a stable hand in the world, not only could he not believe it, but he couldn't believe that it was true.

This hand should not be in a man, and a man of flesh and blood should not have such a hand.

He could even feel that Qingfengzi's sword had stabbed into his chest, completely touching his chest.

What was it about him that made him so calm?

Could it be that he is really a spear god? The god of guns?

Yang Qing stared at Xunhuanzi quietly, a pitch-black lump, as if it was the bottom of a pot, dark and dead.

She also completely felt the edge of the sword just now, as if she had been frozen by the cold light of the sword, and she was completely stiff.

She stared at Wusheng, and suddenly felt that there was really something wrong with this person.

He likes to be stimulated, which is not only his fault, but also his enjoyment.

A frightening, maddening, crumbling enjoyment.

Yang Qing stared at the stone statue's motionless back, as if to ask him, why didn't he shoot?

Didn't that sword almost kill him?

A short hand-to-hand, a short time has been far away, standing quietly, staring quietly.

Not speaking, not speaking is not not having nothing to say.

Because if there is no word to say, it is the end of the word, and the end of the word is a duel, which is desperate.

Life has been fought, people have been fighting.

Isn't this the time to end?

Xunhuanzi stared at Wusheng, stared at the hand, the gun, and never took his eyes off the slightest.

"You're the Gun God?"

Silent without life.

"Why don't you shoot your hands?"

He suddenly wondered, is it not time to shoot yet? Is that sword unworthy of his shot?

Silent without life.

The hand didn't move, and the gun didn't move.

The cold sweat on the corners of his forehead had rolled down, and Xunhuanzi didn't wipe it, as if he was too lazy to wipe it.

"Are you really a god? I don't believe it. ”

He didn't believe it, but he didn't try, because he wasn't sure he could dodge the fatal blow of that shot, the fatal blow.

Silent without life.

Standing like a stone statue, silent like a stone statue.

There was no trace of emotion, no trace of fear, and no trace of pity in the empty eyes.

There was no wind, and not far away, a piece of ice and snow quietly fell from the dead branches, fell to the ground, and suddenly became shattered.

No one saw what it shattered into.

The night was darker, more lonely and empty.

The chill between heaven and earth is even more disgusting and disgusting.

The flames in the brazier gradually became less intense, and it was vaguely extremely warm, extremely warm.

Liu ecstasy stared at them delicately, she could only stare quietly, she couldn't do anything else, the pity and sympathy in her eyes looked at them in the night, and she couldn't say how pitiful she was.

The closest to him was Yang Tianxiao, who leaned against the door like a snowman and hugged his sword motionlessly, as if he had really become a snowman.

The snowman doesn't move, but he does.

A piece of snow suddenly fell on the tiles, and this was when he suddenly walked away, just avoiding that piece of snow.

He turned around, and his eyes became indescribably gentle.

Liu ecstasy stared at him, already smiling, "You ......." ”

"We're looking at the snow."

Liu nodded in ecstasy, turned around silently, sat down on the edge of the brazier, and quietly stared at the flames flickering inside.

It all seemed extremely normal, extremely peaceful.

But a lot of the outside is hidden in this very normal, very peaceful, but few people can understand it, and few people can find it.

Maybe that's why it's called an accident.

Liu ecstasy stroked his hair, as if something had fallen off his head, and then slowly raised his head to take a look.

There's nothing special about it, it's all very quiet.

She looked up and suddenly saw a man smiling at her, and then a hand reached out, and the willow ecstasy was suddenly floating.

As soon as the screams of pain sounded, they suddenly disappeared, and the man was suddenly a few feet away.

Stop at the side of the Huanzi, "It's time to retreat." ”

It was too fast, too unexpected, and it surprised everyone.

The three of them had suddenly drifted away, and suddenly they had vanished.

The eagle screamed and sleepwalked, sleepwalking in the direction where it had disappeared.