Dark night, dark. The river is murmuring. Facing the sudden cold wind. Candlelight from a hut on the riverbank.

FAN Han. His expression was gloomy. Holding a letterhead from the name to him. The heart rises and falls. Candlelight flickering. Who knows what kind of mood this seemingly villainous Fan Han is. A little hidden in the wild. Great hidden in the city. This Fan Han turned out to be a big hidden.

Fan Han suddenly sighed. He whispered in his mouth: "One day, the front returns one hundred and ten miles. Double-edged and cold tens of millions of people. The sword in your hand. The sword of the cold in my hand. All in the same furnace. The same is a famous sword. You and I are best friends. The moment when the snow blows in the West Lake. You and I are swords and towards. Married brothers with different surnames. But you are departing from me today. What should I do?"

Fan Han's eyebrows were cold. One move with one hand. Choking. In front of him, there is a cold stalk in the scroll. The longsword with a chilling light rushed into the air. Fan Han shook it with one hand. The cold light suddenly fell.

Fan Han put the fingers of his right hand together. Smear it lightly on the Chill Sword. Sword Yin Ling Ling. Fan Han said: "I didn't seal the sword that day. You changed the name of your sword to Nameless. I'm only a shabby showman. You still walk the rivers and lakes. Although low-key very. But there has long been a nameless legend of you in the rivers and lakes. And walk with the city of Suzhou. Brothers. Since you have asked for it in faith. I'm double-edged and cold. How about re-emergence?"

FAN Han. No. The original name was Fan Hanguang's Soul Han Sword Master. At the moment, the momentum is on the side. It's no longer that sour look. It's like the sword in his hand. The sword is unsheathed. The sword aura is compelling.

Fan Han's eyes were cold for a moment. Look out of the house. The wind is cold there. No one is in sight.

Fan Han's figure turned. Sit on the Taishi chair behind you. As if to say to himself, "Here we go. Just come out. I am not afraid.". In the cold wind outside, there was a sudden sound of laughter: "One day, the front is back a hundred and ten miles. Double-edged and cold tens of millions of people. When you don't see two swords in parallel. But Wen Fenghan kills the soul. Feng Hui Sword, which was famous in the rivers and lakes for a long time. Chill Sword. Somehow vanished. Today, I know that one person has changed his name and surname. One person retired to the rivers and lakes. But the sword is dead. You are the master of the sword Fan Hanguang. Do you have to go to Huangquan Road to talk to him?"

The last word is spit out. Killing intent is in full swing. The door of the hut was swept open with a burst of energy. Suddenly the cold wind howled. Pouring in.

Fan Hanguang smiled indifferently. Remove from the scroll. The scabbard of the sword of the cold sword. Sheath the sword of the Devil's Spirit. The cold light converges. He said, "Who are you? These past events. Not many people in the rivers and lakes can remember it for a long time."

"The past. Hahaha. It's only you, the Sword Master, who thinks this is a thing of the past. At the beginning, you set off a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes for Beiliang. It's only been five years. How can this be a thing of the past.". Outside, in the cold wind and dark night. The man who is out of sight. I had to sneer wildly.

Fan Hanguang raised his eyes coldly. Look at the obvious darkness in the night. Said: "Bei Liang. Since you can mention Bei Liang. actually dared to go against Bei Liang. You're from the court."

The man outside looked up to the sky and smiled. The black robe was shocked. He said in a cold voice, "Bei Liang. Court. Laugh at me. I do things. Why do you need someone to point the fingers? It's just that I want to come to your hut today. Let's see if the power of your Chilling Sword Master is still there. That blade returned to the sword master. Trapped by love. Don't be afraid. It's up to you now."

Fan Hanguang's killing intent suddenly condensed. The cold wind suddenly stopped." Fenghui was designed by you."

"Not bad. That's what I designed. What should you do? Kill me, then come on."

Fan Hanguang's face turned cold. The sword in the left hand is sheathed. Suddenly out of the sheath. Fan Hanguang turned his left foot. The figure rushed out suddenly.

Chill Sword. Chill Light. A sword and a sword are cold. Illuminate a piece. Printed with the figure of the black-robed man standing outside. Steaming.

Fan Hanguang came with a cold light. The sword in his hand is terrifying. The black-robed figure does not move. Only out of the left hand. A song of palms. It is a palm pressed on the tip of the sword of the cold sword. Between the surging of true qi. The sword qi of the Soul Cold Sword was shaken and dispersed.

The black-robed man smiled contemptuously: "But seeing Feng Han's murderous soul. The killing intent in the hands of the sword master of the Feng Hui Sword has long since disappeared. Your sword is better than his. But it's not enough."

Fan Hanguang saw that his figure was blocked. A twist of the wrist. The sword of the cold sword swirled. The momentum of the tip of the sword is advancing again.

The black-robed man then withdrew his left hand. Fan Han's sword aura swooped out. Directly hit the face of the black-robed man. The black-robed man tilted his head back. The cold sword qi in Fan Hanguang's hand flashed. Fly up with a kick. This kick hit Fan Hanguang's chest.

Fan Hanguang pinched his fingers with his right hand. Bounce down. Stop the man from flying with a kick. The moment when the two of them collided with their true anger. Fan Hanguang was suddenly shocked by the kick of the black-robed man. Fan Hanguang was shocked by the black-robed man's kick. Volley over in the air. I only felt that my right hand that caught the black-robed man's flying kick was already numb. Chest tightness.

Fan Hanguang's body shape did not fall to the ground. The cold sword in his hand swayed with bursts of sword energy. The flowing water by the river is attracted by the sword of the cold spirit. Blow up the water. Skimming the Chill Sword. Suddenly it turned into ice. The ice turned into a sword and killed the black-robed man.

Fan Hanguang's figure did not stop. The sword in his hand is cold, and the sword is full of energy. Transient Ten Thousand Swords. Bombardment to the black-robed man.

Man in black robe. Seeing Fan Hanguang's move, he came. Pause your palms. Palms turn sideways in front of your chest. A palm punched out. This palm is really majestic. With one palm, Fan Hanguang's sword qi was shattered. even slapped Fan Hanguang's chest with a distant palm.

Fan Hanguang was hit in the chest by the black-robed man's palm. A mouthful of blood spurted out. Knowing that he is invincible to the black-robed man. With the help of the black-robed man's palm. Fly to the other side of the river. Cover your chest. Hide in the dark.

The black-robed man hasn't moved a single step yet. I saw Fan Hanguang disappear into the darkness. A slight smile in his mouth. Suddenly disappeared in the cold wind.

In a cave thirty miles outside the city of Suzhou. Flames. The cave was bright.

After Wu Yang and Shen Lu were rescued by Li Shuran. Meet the convoy. Wu Yang for safety. Hide in this cave for a day. Let's see if the purple guard has made any moves. And then make plans.

Now. Li Shuran is also here. But standing alone on the sidelines. Holding a hairpin in his hand, he was stunned. And the dark green look is bleak.

Just when the sky is almost bright. Li Shuran woke up in surprise. Look out of the cave. Shouted "who.". This one drinks. Shen Green draws his sword out of its sheath. The scholars who had fallen asleep also woke up.

With Li Shuran snorted. A man staggered in from outside the cave. The long sword in his hand is cold and light. Blood spills from the mouth. The man rushed in. Wu Yang is drawing a knife and wants to kill. Li Shuran drank lightly, "Stop."

Li Shuran waved his sleeves lightly. It is to seal the acupuncture points of the man who rushed in from the outside. A sweep of the figure. It is to sweep over the man. Li Shuran frowned and said, "Fan Han. What's wrong?"

Fan Han saw that it was Li Shuran. The figure collapsed. Squeezed out of the mouth "Feng Hui cold. Tell the King of Beiliang. King of Beiliang.". And he fainted.