"Is this a snowman?"

"No, this is our Hua Fairy!"

The disciples looked in disbelief at the humanoid ice sculpture in front of the hall.

A week ago, Hua's family, one of the seven swords of Huayun and as the Lamei Fairy of Huayun Sect, finally failed to withstand the backlash of Han Che's internal strength, and the cold qi attacked his heart, and there was no possibility of survival.

But although this cold internal strength is dangerous, everyone in Hua Yun except for the juniors knows that the reason why such a powerful Hua Fairy will be eaten back, the pain of lovesickness is even worse than the poison of extreme cold.

As for who could have cared for such an extraordinary woman to this point, all who knew about this person were called "Angry and the princes feared, and the world rested in peace."

I am afraid that the fire of that night will gradually not be able to rest in this world, and I wonder if his son, who survived from the fire, will still have such ability.

In the 206th year of the mausoleum, the Broken Cloud Mountains, and the Huayun Pai Lamei Fairy Courtyard

Overlooking the shattered cloud mountain range in the distance, there is goose feather snow all year round, and everything is silent. A peak can be seen in the turn of the mountain, as if there is a trace of people who have not been extinguished, sometimes there is a sword qi flashback, and sometimes there is a tenderness like water.

"Quick Snow One Style, Thousand Blowing Snow!" When the sword qi flashed back, it actually rolled up a section of wind sickle and approached Yun Lingzhi. "Haha, you lost, Senior Sister Lingzhi."

Yun Musheng patted the snow on his shoulder, and said with a smile on his frown.

Lingzhi looked puzzled, this Kuaixue swordsmanship was obviously from the same school, and he practiced two years earlier than Yun Musheng, why did this Yun Musheng's sword qi not lose to himself.

Yun Musheng pretended to be respectful with both hands, but he sighed lightly in his mouth, after all, he lost nine times out of ten in the competition with his senior sister.

"Senior Sister Qingqing's mood has improved recently."

Yun Musheng asked with concern, since Hua Xianzi died of illness a few days ago, her daughter Hua Wenqing has not walked out of the door for several days, Yun Musheng has been very worried about her condition, and wanted to go to explore it several times, but Yun Lingzhi had no choice but to agree.

When the two came to the Lamei Palace, they saw Hua Wenqing quietly looking at the bed of Hua Xianzi before his death, there were still pale tears under the corners of his blue eyes, and Jiang Xuejian in his arms was still so delicate and noble.

The sword qi is especially there, but the person holding the sword is far away. Yun Musheng couldn't help but feel a little emotional, and his masculine and childish face also showed a sad color, remembering the deceased fairy, and also worrying about Wen Qing, who was still grieving.

"Be quiet!" Lingzhi used his elbow to push Mu Sheng, although Hua Wenqing and the fairy are commensurate with master and apprentice on weekdays, who doesn't know that they are flesh and blood.

The fall of Fairy Hua not only means that Wen Qing has lost her mother, but the heavy responsibility of this Lamei Fairy will also be pressed on her in advance. The two of them looked at Wen Qing quietly like this.

"How long have you two been here, and you haven't made a sound?" Wen Qing's trembling voice revealed the tiredness of the past few days.

The two hurriedly stepped forward and sat on Wen Qing's left and right: "Wen Qing, senior sister knows that you feel uncomfortable, but you also have to pay attention to your body, I will go to the room to make you a bowl of soup." ”

"Yes, Senior Sister Qingqing, I haven't seen you say a word in the past few days, but I and Senior Sister Lingzhi are in a hurry." The two said a word, as if they were reunited with Hua Wenqing after a long absence.

"It's okay, since I want to inherit the mantle of the plum fairy, I can't be so hypocritical, if I can take charge of it one day, I think the master will be happy." Wen Qing's voice was still gentle and trembling, but his tone was more resolute.

It can only be said that she is worthy of being the daughter of Hua Xianzi, if she is Yun Musheng, and when she learns martial arts, she just wants to travel around the rivers and lakes, idle clouds and wild cranes, and find a secluded place after the twilight years, cook tea and laugh with three or five brothers and beloved people every day, and enjoy her old age in peace.

Of course, how could Yun Musheng, who had not suffered, understand what Hua Wenqing was carrying, and seeing that Hua Wenqing's mood had finally improved, he began to chat with him idlely.

And Hua Wenqing's heart has gradually begun to have a goal.

This Lamei Fairy can be regarded as Hua Yun's most special role, and he is no different from an ordinary deacon on weekdays, and he obeys the direct transfer of the master.

But if one day the head of the sect walks on the crooked path of the evil demons, the Lamei Fairy can manipulate Jiang Xuejian and correct it on the spot, with the atmosphere of the authentic door.

At this moment, Hua Wenqing is ready to take on this responsibility, and there is really a trace of the temperament of the Hua fairy between his eyebrows

20 years ago, Fahrenheit made great progress in the sword conference, and practiced the swordsmanship of cotton and coldness, even opponents who were several times stronger than her could not bear this extremely cold aura.

There is only one person who can resolve this exercise, and that is the pinnacle of martial arts at the Sword Conference that year: Shangguan Tuo.

The scholar's white-faced appearance, but with a unique and sharp swordsmanship, he can easily resolve this cold internal force, Hua fell in love with this person at first sight, and gave birth to a daughter with him the following year, named Wenqing.

The clouds are shining, and the cicadas are crying and frozen. The sun sprinkles the warm snow, and the jade dew swayes. The four seasons of the river and snow are like winter, and the broken clouds and mountains are high. The heavy snow covered the mud and disappeared, revealing only the whiteness of the youth.

The main hall of the Shattered Cloud Mountain Range, Huayun Sect

Yun Zhizhi stood on the roof and looked into the distance with a sad face, on the top of this perennial snow-falling Broken Cloud Mountain, even the air was extremely cold, but today, he could smell a trace of blood in the distance.

"Are you coming after all, brother?" Yun Zhemei asked as if she had expected it.

Today's Huayun is still hanging high in the day, the snow is falling, everything is the same as usual, maybe at this moment, only Yun Musheng, Yun Lingzhi and other underage children will think so.

You must know that Huayun can become a famous faction in just a few decades, and the name of Huayun's seven swords is indispensable.

In just 16 words, people all over the world are frightened. Among them, Yun Zhezhi, Yun Zhemei, and Yun Qingya are the representatives of Kuaixue swordsmanship, and the remaining four are good at cold internal strength.

However, this cold internal strength is a double-edged sword, if the cultivator's body is not strong enough, or if he encounters extremely sad things, he will be counterattacked by the cold internal strength.

Three of them died due to the passage of time and aging of their bodies, and Hua's only hard body was also heartbroken by the death of his admirer Shangguan Tuo, and he did not escape the end of the cold backlash a week ago.

At this time, Hua Yun's combat power was greatly reduced, and Yun Zhizhi knew that it was only a matter of time before the sect was cut down and the fragments of the Seven Killings were robbed, but he didn't expect that the actions of the Sun Covering Pavilion would be so fast.

Maybe it's because the temperature is too cold, even the flow of air seems to be much slower, Huayun's disciples seem to be able to hear each other's breath, there is a dead silence around the main hall, time seems to be frozen at this moment, a drop of sweat rolls down from the forehead, it must not be because of the heat.

Suddenly, a wolf howl resounded throughout the Shattered Cloud Mountains, and the roar was incessant, as if it was about to tear people apart.

An unknown black mist obscured the red sun in the sky, and it was still not time, but the sky and the earth were like nightfall, and the scorching sunlight was wrapped at this time, and the surroundings became pitch black.

"The black clouds covered the whole day, and the wolves howled. The person who came turned out to be Han Xie, one of the three ghosts on the Sun Occultation Pavilion! ”

Yun Zhimei's voice couldn't help but tremble a little, and Yun Zhizhi grabbed her sister's hand tightly.

"Don't be afraid..." Before the words fell, seven or eight black-clothed killers flew up from all around with iron chains, and in an instant, several iron chains quickly staggered and tightened.

"Fast Snow Two Style, Thousand Mountain Path!" The moment the chain tightened, the two of them rose into the air, the sharp sword light was cold and murderous, clean and neat, the sword sealed the throat, and the seven or eight black-clothed killers fell instantly.

"Hiss~, worthy of being the head of Huayun, his skills can be described as extraordinary."

I saw that Han Xie had already broken in with the wolves from the main gate, and killers continued to fly in on both sides, Hua Yun's disciples and Han Xie's men had already started a full-scale war, and the snowflakes fluttering in the sky had been stirred by the sword light and sword shadows, and it was impossible to tell whether it was snow or blood when it hit the face.

Broken Cloud Mountain Range, Huayun Pai Lamei Fairy Courtyard

"Huayun is in trouble, my Yun Lingzhi will not let Xu Mei and protect each other with my life!" After saying that, Lingzhi was about to come out with his sword, and suddenly a black shadow flashed in front of the window of the fairy hall.

"It's not like there's an enemy infiltrating here." Wen Qing's eyes also swept away Fang Cai's grief and became fierce.

With that, the three of them chased after each other, crossed the suspension bridge from the fairy hall, jumped over the roof of the dojo and came to the Cold Spring Waterfall.

Although these three people are only juniors who have not yet reached adulthood, among the younger generation of Huayun, light skills can also be said to be outstanding, especially Hua Wenqing, who can already step on the bricks and tiles on the roof of Huayun without leaving traces.

But the mysterious person in front of him couldn't catch up, but he kept appearing in the field of vision of the three of them, and even deliberately released the water, for fear that the three of them would be thrown off.

"That's where he got in." Wen Qing led the other two to the dungeon. "It's just why he's here."

"Or there is someone he wants to rescue in this Huayun dungeon, no matter what, he will definitely go and never return!"

As soon as the words fell, Lingzhi rushed in, followed by Mu Sheng and Wen Qing. Boom! There was a loud sound of bronze and stone slabs colliding, and the iron door at the entrance to the dungeon was firmly closed.

"Damn, you've been tricked!"

Yun Musheng felt that something was wrong, this man in black was quite familiar for some reason, not because of his size, but because of his habit of light work, but he couldn't say who he looked like, in short, the three young people would not be able to leave this Huayun prison for a while.

"It's not time for you two to die." The man in black looked back at the dungeon and whispered, his voice thick and magnetic, and then disappeared like a ghost.

The roof behind the main hall of the Shattered Cloud Mountain Range Huayun Sect

"Hiss~"

As Han Xie continued to let out a low roar from his mouth, the blue wolf continued to intervene in his battle with the Yun brothers and sisters.

Yun Zhizhi pinpointed the flaw of Han Xie, a meteor pierced like a cold ray, Han Xie's two feet were in the air, and his body rotated around, and he actually dodged the past, the action was as good as the form of a wolf, and he swept his tail with both feet, and kicked Yun Zhimei behind him from the railing.

Four or five black wolves below bared their teeth and pounced towards Zhemei at the same time, Yun Zhemei pressed the sword in her hand, stepped on the top of a black wolf's head and quickly leaned back, and the sword qi drew a round of Emei Moon in the air, and the three or four black wolves all swallowed.

But the continuous influx of wolves and killers also made Zhemei unable to return to her brother's side for a while, at this moment Yun Zhizhi and Han Xie were one-on-one, and the end of the sword flashed a provocative edge to face the wolf's claws, and an upcoming bloody battle began.