In the alley, a snow-white sword named Zhishuang broke through the carriage and levitated in the air.

There was a faint snow-white dazzling sword aura soaring into the sky.

In the courtyard, Rong Zhen, who was dying with his eyes closed, suddenly felt that the sword qi at the tip of his nose disappeared.

The pressure on his body was still relaxed, as if the top of Mount Tai had been removed.

The palace girl opened her eyes in a daze, and the [arc] in front of her disappeared.

The bronze fox-faced youth turned his head to look at the vision outside the courtyard gate.

And she saw that the snow-white sword qi outside the courtyard wall suddenly weakened, and then a clear blue light appeared, faintly overshadowing its momentum.

That [arc] seemed to be suppressing that touch of snow white.

"You ......"

As soon as the girl in the cold palace costume opened her mouth to speak, the bronze fox-faced young man suddenly turned around and grabbed the palm of her hand that wanted to snatch the mask.

There was sword qi pouring into her body, and she snorted and vomited blood.

The bronze fox-faced youth slashed his neck obliquely with his palm.

Rong Zhen fainted and fell to the ground, lying on his side next to the faint little female crown who was hit hard by his real name.

Ouyang Rong didn't help, and he didn't look at it.

His brow furrowed under his bronze mask, staring out the courtyard door.

Next to the carriage, the [arc] descended again, like a crescent moon returning to the sea level.

The sword aura emitted by the snow-white long sword was abruptly suppressed.

At the steps of the small courtyard, the blue-clothed catcher who had fainted suddenly jumped up, first looked at the courtyard, and was not surprised by the fainting Rong Zhennu Shi and the dead corpses in the same place, and then turned around and ran out of the courtyard.

"Mingfu, I'll come."

The nearest Yan Rokuro ran outside the courtyard gate.

Ouyang Rong controlled the Ding Sword, and with the help of Liulang, he tried to put the snow-white long sword into the sword box.

Returning to the sword case together, there is also an [arc].

However, the two never expected that after the snow-white long sword was pressed into the sword box, there was still a faint sword aura leaking out from the gap.

A long, tightly sealed sword case. It was as if a luminous object had been packed into the night, and the snow-white light emitted from the cracks was difficult to suppress.

"Mingfu, what should I do, is this okay......" Yan Liulang turned around, his face embarrassed.

Ouyang Rong also frowned.

This Zhishuang is a little abnormal today, but now it seems that it is not only because the craftsman has lost some suppression when he leaves the sword box with a stick of incense.

It's more like being activated by some kind of existence, and now that the craftsman has returned, the Mo family's sword box can't be suppressed, and the sword qi is too strong.

"Bring it in with the sword case."

Ouyang Rong suddenly spoke.

looked around, and inexplicably felt a bad feeling.

"This, why is it so heavy!"

Yan Liulang struggled to pick up the long wooden sword box full of sword energy, but he couldn't lift all the boxes, turned around and asked eagerly:

"Ming Mansion ......"

At this moment, in the center of a pile of dead bodies in the courtyard, the little girl in the red jacket who had not spoken from beginning to end suddenly turned her head, looked north for a moment with innocent eyes, and said softly:

"Changshi Engong, it seems that a big sister is here."

Ouyang Rong didn't take off the bronze mask, but she had already seen the truth clearly from the moment he entered.

"What big sister?"

Yan Liulang was curious, and couldn't help but glance at Huang Xuan's innocent eyes.

Huang Xuan retracted her gaze and said crisply:

"That big sister has blonde hair and is a little aggressive, and the qi coming out of her body is the same as the white light sword in your box......"

Blond? The same sword aura?

Candle in the snow!

Ouyang Rong's scalp suddenly felt numb.

How can this woman's soul not be gone.

No wonder the snow-white long sword seems to have been beaten with chicken blood.

It was originally the sword of the Candle in the Snow, and it was too close to be activated by induction.

Thinking about it carefully, this is the real name of a high-grade sword cultivator standing on the top of the rivers and lakes of the Qi Practitioner, and it is naturally a lot more mysterious.

As for why this Yunmeng Grand Lady appeared near Xunyang City.

He suddenly thought that not long ago, Aqing Tuodiao County Commander sent a message from Longcheng, saying that the candle in the snow had passed by Longcheng, and asked Aqing about his intentions again.

Looking at it now, this woman and her possible companions can't say that they went straight to Xunyang City to find a sword and ask for their lives, and they were ashamed before the snow.

Ouyang Rong, who had just broken the formation and relaxed, took a deep breath.

This is not Dagu Mountain, it is Xunyang City, not to mention that there is no endless flow of Lotus Sect incense and fire, and it is easy to destroy the buildings of the poor people of Xingzifang when fighting in the city, injuring innocents.

Right now, the sword aura of the snow-white long sword is soaring, the location of this small courtyard has been leaked, and the candle in the snow will arrive soon

"Let's go."

Ouyang Rong suddenly spoke.

Yan Liulang was curious: "Where to go?" ”

Huang Xuan squatted down, picked up the unconscious little female crown in Confucianism, and looked at Chang Shi Engong with a worried face, the blonde big sister who came in the distance was obviously enmity with Chang Shi Engong, and she wanted to stop talking.

As if to ask, the blonde big sister is so fast, can they run away, if it is a burden to take the two of them with them.

Without responding to Huang Xuan's worried gaze, Ouyang Rong turned his head towards Yan Liulang and said:

"Put down the Zhishuang long sword, bring the sword box in, clean up some traces of you and me in the yard, leave the corpse alone......"

Yan Liulang couldn't help but glance at Mingfu's calm face, he seemed to have found the backbone of the heart, and immediately took action.

With a "click", the sword box opened by itself.

In the eyes of Ouyang Rong, Huang Xuan, and others who practiced qi or had spiritual eyes, the heavy snow-white sword qi accumulated in the box slanted out, like a waterfall hanging upside down.

[Arc] swooped out of the box, spun around in the air, and returned to the courtyard.

At the same time, a snow-white long sword was abandoned by Yan Liulang by the side of the carriage, roughly cleaning up the clues of Ouyang Rong and his hurried exercise not long ago.

Huang Xuan's eyes didn't blink, staring nervously at the figure of the blonde big sister approaching in the distance.

Ouyang Rong put away the remaining red leaves of poetry, stuffed them into his sleeves, and turned to the courtyard where the moon array under the pond was arranged, and quickly walked around, occasionally stopping and moving the corpse that was blocked.

As he passed by the place where he had put the porridge bowl before, he paused slightly, squatted down again, and picked up a bowl of porridge that had been cooled down, and there were still some blood stains on it.

He took the porridge in one hand and returned to the middle of the courtyard.

After a while, Yan Liulang held the sword box in his arms, returned to the courtyard, and came to Ouyang Rong's side.

"Put it on."

Yan Liulang looked curiously at the bronze mask that Ouyang Rong took off from his face and handed over.

After removing the mirage mask, his tall and thin figure also changed, returning to his roughly weak original state.

I saw that Ouyang Rong's face was pale, the corners of his mouth were still covered with residual blood, and his back was no longer upright and trembling when he walked into the hospital as the "owner of butterfly love flowers".

It's not at all like the poetry and sword double peerless immortal who killed one person in one step not long ago...... Huang Xuan couldn't help but look sideways.

After Yan Liulang took the mirage mask, Ouyang Rong's free left hand suddenly covered his right chest and coughed.

"Mingfu, are you okay with your injuries?"

Yan Liulang saw Ouyang Rong's right chest, which was covered by Ouyang Rong's strength, and the collar of the newly changed Confucian shirt on the carriage not long ago was gradually stained with blood...... The poems and red leaves in Mingfu's hand before were all written under his glaring and startling, stained with blood on his injured chest.

Ouyang Rong shook his head, stretched out his hand to put on a mirage mask for Yan Liulang, who was full of concern and anxiety, and helped him change his lower body shape.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and turned over the sword box that Yan Liulang had brought back.

With a "bang", the box slammed on the ground, and a hidden sword compartment on the back of the sword box was opened by him, deliberately only opening a gap, which could only be stuffed into a girl's hand.

Looking through the crack, there was a dazzling cold moonlight, condensed like mercury filled with a sword case, and a sword hilt was faintly exposed.

It was the moonlight long sword that had not been seen for many days, and I don't know how long it had been kept in this Mo family sword box that had hidden wind and nourishing qi, and how much moonlight sword qi had been accumulated.

Huang Xuan suddenly found that Ouyang Rong's eyes were cast.

"Wait a minute, as soon as she takes a step into the courtyard, you will immediately draw your sword, you know?"

Huang Xuan's little hand was grabbed by Ouyang Rong, stuffed into the gap in the sword box, and placed it on the hilt of the moonlight long sword.

"Oh." The little girl in the red jacket hurriedly nodded, reacted, and spoke weakly: "Engong, I don't know swordsmanship." ”

"It's okay, you just have to pull it out."

Ouyang Rong's slightly magnetic voice looked a little weak in Huang Xuan's ears, her little face flushed, and she sneered:

"Good...... I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you, how could I hurt Eungong. Her tone was surprisingly firm: "Those scolding words are all false, and I feel uncomfortable." ”

Ouyang Rong was stunned, nodded, and signaled to the girl with guilt in her eyes that it didn't matter.

In fact, at this critical moment, he didn't think about what happened before, and the wound on his right chest was numb to pain at this moment.

Ouyang Rong's mouth was pale and dry, and he lost blood and dehydrated.

He stretched out his hand to stop Huang Xuan, who was about to release the hilt of his sword to get the water.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head, took a sip of cold gruel, and instead picked up the golden four-eyed fierce face in Rong Zhen's hand.

Vaguely Rong Zhen and Lian Qing heard that this fierce face seemed to be called Fang Xiang.

Ouyang Rong put on a square face, and then took the fainting Confucian dress little female crown from Huang Xuan's arms, and hugged her in her arms.

Holding porridge in one hand and a villain in the other, wearing a golden face with four fierce eyes looked around the courtyard formation.

At this moment, outside the courtyard wall, the snow-white sword qi that had lost its suppression suddenly disappeared.

In the alley, there was silence.

Huang Xuan's eyes stared straight outside the courtyard gate, and Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang turned their heads to look.

A tall orchid with flaming blond hair held a snow-white long sword in his backhand, and walked quietly towards the courtyard gate in front of him.

Her cold and arrogant blue eyes swept across the courtyard, passing over the corpses, comatose women, masked youths, etc., and finally, excluding the slightly shorter young man wearing a bronze mask, her eyes fell on the young man in a golden mask in the center.

A familiar [arc] hovered in front of the young man in the Confucian shirt, faintly blocking the sight of the blonde orchid.

The bloody smell of the courtyard was blown by the autumn wind, and it was not light, but even more pungent.

A hazy mist slowly emerged from the soles of the robes of the young man in the Confucian shirt wearing a golden mask, and it continued to stop, making the air in the courtyard faintly hazy.

The blonde orchid who was advancing with a sword suddenly stopped, and happened to stop where Ouyang Rong had also stopped in front of Rong Zhen, Lian Qing, Yan Zhang and others not long ago.

I didn't see any movement of the candle in the snow.

Yan Liulang and Huang Xuan suddenly felt that their eyes were dark.

In the next moment, when I opened my eyes again, a majestic snow-capped mountain standing in the far north rushed towards me, and an overwhelming avalanche spread down from the top of the mountain covered with snow lotus, rushing towards the two of them.

A small individual in front of this magnificent avalanche is like an ant and a vast ocean, not worth mentioning.

Yan Liulang and Huang Xuan's eyes were horrified, and they suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness to resist, and their originally stiff limbs and hundreds of bones also operated uncontrollably like machinery, producing an instinctive reaction of kneeling on the ground or retreating and running away.

It was an irresistible coercion, and despair crept in their eyes.

Until a warm voice resounded in the small world of landslides and avalanches in front of them:

"Again? Who are you scaring about? ”

(End of chapter)