The sun is blazing, and the winter is cold.

Between the two swords, there is a subtle induction, which is also the reason why Leng Wushuang can find here.

"Give it to me, and I can let you go."

Cold and frostless, this trip is only for the Burning Sun Sword.

"Miss Leng, I'm afraid this matter can't be done in the future, the Burning Sun Sword is a relic of my father, how can I give it up because of the girl's words?"

Yang Feng even remained calm.

He had understood it before, Leng Wushuang, the peak master of the Nine Realms, and he had realized the sword elephant. Look at the book

It must be known that together with the hidden sword of the realm, it has not yet been touched, and the threshold of the sword elephant is contemplated, and the woman in white in front of her has reached.

The swordsmanship is unique, it can be seen, no wonder even Ah Yu, who has always boasted of killing the terrifying sword god, will look like a mouse seeing a cat.

"This Xiao An, just an idiot, what is the point of comparing with that woman? Sun Sword, she wants to give it to her, send it away early, good morning."

Ah Yu wished that Leng Wushuang would leave the inn now.

Otherwise, the good wine and good food on this table will not taste at ease, for fear of being careless.

A splash of blood splattered on the table, or a head rolled down.

It makes them lose their appetite.

"Let's fight! Fight as hard as you like!"

It is rare for the hidden sword to coax once, fanning the flames on the side.

"Okay, if you don't pay it, I'll pick it up."

Leng Wushuang didn't get angry, but the cold winter pinned to his waist was out of the sheath at this moment.

If the Sun Sword brings people the scorching heat of the sun, then the Winter Sword brings people the cold of the moon.

Originally, the owners of these two swords were able to form a Taoist couple and practice swordsmanship together.

At the moment of unsheath in the dead of winter.

The air around them plummeted.

Even Ah Yu and Zangjian in front of the dinner table, one of them stopped in the air while drinking, and the other put the dish in his mouth and forgot to chew it.

Yang Feng didn't sit still, the scorching sun in his hand had already reacted when the opponent's sword was unsheathed.

Shout!

Like a winter sword condensed by Xuan Bing, it drew a beautiful arc in the air, and finally pointed at Yang Feng.

The cold frost holding the sword, Hao's wrist trembled, and the wind was under his feet.

At the moment when winter was approaching, the scorching sun in Yang Feng's hand touched with it.

The two swords rubbed together and sparked.

The first confrontation, but Leng Wushuang said that she wanted to retrieve the Burning Sun Sword, and she would definitely not stop until she retrieved the Burning Sun.

One turned around, and a sword stabbed out towards Yang Feng.

The second sword.

The third sword.

Every sword is extremely tricky, making Yang Feng suffer a lot.

Yang Feng, whose swordsmanship was only in the middle of the Nine Realms, did not perform the sword moves of "Contemplating the Sword Elephant" and the Sword Breaking the Galaxy.

The situation is extremely embarrassing, if it weren't for the advantage of creating his own swordsmanship, in the same situation, he would have been defeated by other sword gods a long time ago.

"In the middle of the Nine Realms, until now, your swordsmanship is not the Burning Sun Swordsmanship."

Swordsmanship is divided into two types: inheritance and self-creation.

In the Great Xia Dynasty, since the sword demon Dugu defeated the sky three hundred years ago, there has been no one who has created his own swordsmanship.

Hence this case. Leng Wushuang had incomparable confidence in her swordsmanship, and in the Great Xia Dynasty, no one could fight her for so long when her realm was two orders lower than her.

Every time, he narrowly avoided his swordsmanship, although there were sword marks everywhere on his body, but they were all skin wounds.

It didn't hurt the point.

"Create your own swordsmanship, and be as good as water."

In Yang Feng's tone, he couldn't hear any arrogance, but it was precisely these words that did not contain a little arrogance that made Leng Wushuang feel uncomfortable.

Self-created swordsmanship was also her pursuit with that person, so they worked together to cast the scorching sun and winter, and finally failed to create swordsmanship together, and that person left her ruthlessly because of a marriage contract and never came back.

Until, hearing his bad news

Came.

"Huh! Hahaha! Create your own swordsmanship? What a self-created swordsmanship."

After speaking, Leng Wushuang changed his previous momentum, exuding a cold killing intent all over his body.

Since you have made it impossible for me to comprehend my own swordsmanship, then I will destroy your son as well.

In fact, the product of ice and fire is not water?

"This woman, with murderous intent, Xiao An?"

"Don't worry, I'll save him at the critical moment, but I'll say you coerced me into doing this."

Ah Yu, I helped my forehead, I am not afraid of god-like opponents, but I am afraid of pig-like teammates, God pit!

What is the saying?

Fire and anti-theft teammates!

Leng Wushuang held the Winter Sword to kill, Yang Feng felt a strong killing intent and no longer kept his hand.

"Sword Breaks Galaxy!"

Only a sword, handed out.

Unremarkable.

Towards the cold frost-free stab.

At this time, Leng Wushuang was angry, and the Winter Sword blocked the Sun Sword.

Shocked to find that the power of this sword, which exploded from the inside out, could not be stopped.

There is a momentum that is indestructible, indestructible, and indomitable.

This made Leng Wushuang's heart for a while, she was really just now, she was too uncalm, the young man in front of her was the son of the old man.

As the former lover of the other party's father, she did not hesitate to surrender her identity and make a move on a younger generation.

In this matter, no matter how many people are wrong, they should not be angry with the son of the old man.

And she will eventually pay the price for her arrogance.

Will you finally be able to meet him?

Death at the hands of his son may be a good fate.

"Xiao An, be merciful!"

"Yang An, stop!"

Ah Yu and Zangjian couldn't sit still, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop it, and Yang Feng knew the measure, when the Lieyang Sword was less than three inches away from the other party's throat.

Yang Feng collected the sword perfectly.

Leng Wushuang also stared at the sword that stopped less than three inches from her throat.

Her pretty face was hot, after all, she was the first to stir up trouble, but the other party hadn't killed her yet.

"Thank you!"

Leng Wushuang rarely thanked people in his life, and today is the first time in the world.

"Wushuang, you, the city lord of Frost City, won't be so petty, and old acquaintances won't invite us in for a drink or two when they come here?"

The City Lord's Mansion is definitely more comfortable than the inn, and it is safer than the inn.

This is the first time that Tibetan Sword has taken the initiative to talk to Leng Wushuang for so many years, in fact, Zangjian used to love Leng Wushuang deeply, but after learning that Leng Wushuang liked the person was, Lieyang Sword God, Yang Zhong, Tibetan Sword chose to be fulfilled.

Later, he hid the sword, devoted himself to the study of Tibetan swordsmanship, and no longer cared about the affairs of the world, so that later Leng Wushuang and Yang Zhong were separated, and the Tibetan sword was only learned after the completion of the Tibetan swordsmanship.

At that time, he didn't know what words to use to comfort Leng Wushuang, so he kept this relationship deep in his heart.

He thought that ten years later, this relationship had long been forgotten by him.

It wasn't until today, goodbye to the frost-free face, that Zangjian realized how outrageous he was wrong at the beginning.

Feelings do not become weak over time, on the contrary, they ferment.

It becomes more mellow and intense.

"Come with me!"

Cold as frost before the frost-free recovery is cold.

"Yo! , you elm head, you're enlightened today?"

"You don't talk too much here."

The two of them are one and a half pounds and one eight taels, and no one says anything.

"Ah, let Leng Wushuang join our camp, do you see a show?"

Yang Feng couldn't guess this woman's thoughts, one second she was still dead and alive, and the next second it was like a different person.

"I think it's hanging, after all, it was your father who took her first

, and Wushuang also has a well-known name, the Merry Sword God, which is also because of your father, now I only hope that she can let go of the past, otherwise we will undoubtedly fall into the net if we go to the City Lord's Mansion now."