The moonlight is bright, and the wind and snow are howling.

The two were less than ten zhang apart, and the two towering coercion were in close contact between the two, forming a vacuum where the wind and snow did not enter.

Yang Ge's coercion is fierce and wild, like a mountain torrent without a river embankment, and like a tiger descending a hill, with a violent and crazy smell of jade and stone burning.

The power of the old man in the dragon robe is magnificent, not only like the galloping of thousands of horses, but also like the mountains and mountains, but there is a faint and indescribable evil and dead air.

The two coercive-for-tat fighters fought each other for a long time, and bursts of muffled air exploded in the void, but no one saw the decline......

After a while, Yang Ge's patience ran out, and he dodged forward on tiptoe with an expressionless face.

In the next second, the snow bright knife qi pierced the night!

The old man in the dragon robe twisted his eyebrows slightly, as if he couldn't adapt to the fierce fighting style of the young man who flipped the table before he could say a word, but the movements at hand were not slow at all, and he threw a punch.

Only a loud dragon groan was heard, and a lively and delicate five-clawed golden dragon rushed out with vigor, winding towards Xue Liang's sword light.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Yang Ge looked at the figure, even though he had already vaguely guessed in his heart, he still couldn't help but sigh silently at this moment.

The Cold Moon Treasure Knife slashed through a rounded arc, bursting into a thick and torn ...... that described the horse's tail Deep Purple Sword Qi!

The old man in the dragon robe slammed his fists like a hammer, blasting out dozens of punches in the air in the blink of an eye, making great fists and dragons, and golden dragons flying.

In the next second, nine golden dragons poured out from the old man in the dragon robe, roaring towards the ordinary sword light.

In the next second, an infinite dazzling brilliance suddenly bloomed on the Cold Moon Treasure Sword.

"Bell."

As soon as his words fell, the old man in the dragon robe felt that the cool air in his body suddenly turned into cold, cold to the bone!

Yang Ge, who stood up and charged, only felt a huge force coming towards him, he didn't want to swing his knife to shake this huge force, but he only felt a tightness in his chest, and his body flew out completely upside down, so he could only hold his breath and forcibly lift his qi to slash forward for the ages, attacking instead of defending.

Seeing this, Yang Ge, who could stabilize his figure, stomped heavily on the ground and ate the force of the shock, swung his knife to meet it, waved the knife like a whip, and slashed at the fierce figure with a wild knife: "Spring thunderstorm!" ”

As soon as the knife came out, the Cold Moon Treasure Knife seemed to slowly and quickly draw out a not very bright, even a little dim sword light, and smeared it towards the old man in the dragon robe.

Yang Ge smiled helplessly: "Even this trick can't help you, it seems that this place is where I am buried...... Can you give me a name and make me a ghost? ”

Yang Ge smiled and clenched the Cold Moon Treasure Knife: "It seems that Zunjia doesn't have much confidence in whether he can keep me Yang Erlang, no matter what, Yang is also good at running away." ”

The old man in the dragon robe still looked at him with a smile: "Little guy, such a crude method of agitation, don't take it out to offer treasures, when I walk the rivers and lakes, my great-ancestor is only afraid that he is still in infancy." ”

The kind of grievance and powerlessness that no matter how hard he tried, there was no difference, as if what he had learned was just a little trick that could not be put on the stage......

After two snaps of their fingers, two figures rushed out of the wind and snow, moving rapidly in mid-air and constantly attacking, pouring down the aftermath of the storm and exploding snow waves on the ground......

The sword qi shattered, exploding more than a dozen snow waves two or three stories high.

When the dazzling halo gradually dissipated, Yang Ge, who had withdrawn more than ten zhang away, raised his eyes and looked out, and saw a rickety figure standing in the void gradually revealing his figure from the halo......

When it was too late, he saw that the faint sword qi like the wolf's tooth moon cleared the golden dragon in the sky, and bursts out with pieces of dazzling golden energy, drowning the figure of the old man in the dragon robe.

The old man in the dragon robe chuckled with interest: "If it is really a talent from the country, there is no vanity under the fame!" ”

The thunder sword qi flashed away, slashing half of the golden dragons, and the surging aftermath set off a white snowflake to envelop the remaining golden dragons and the two who couldn't avoid it.

A thin fist full of golden light tore through his sword qi head-on, and a fierce figure flashed up with a string of afterimages.

Yang Ge lowered his eyelids, and the vitality of the outside world swarmed in.

"Oh? Is it? ”

"First Trick ......"

But halfway through, he jerked to a halt and turned around and threw a punch behind him......

Yang Ge also smiled: "I suddenly remembered that I still have a few scribbled new tricks, and I have never offered treasures in front of people, so I might as well give you a taste today!" ”

Yang Ge met his gaze and chuckled without the slightest smile: "This trick is called 'cold'." ”

"If you want to say that......"

The old man in the dragon robe was knowledgeable, he immediately gave up the advantage of pressing Yang Ge, stood firm and stretched out his hand to Yang Ge, and controlled it with five fingers...... A simple action, this old man in the dragon robe made a sense of domineering exposure that looks at the world and holds the world.

Listening to his tone, it was obvious that he had known Yang Ge for a long time and knew Yang Ge very well.

Knowing that he was afraid that he would not be able to defeat the old man in the dragon robe, Yang Ge swung this knife without thinking.

He didn't know what kind of martial arts this rickety old man wearing a dragon robe and wearing an imperial crown was practicing, not to mention the vigorous moves, and it seemed to have some kind of breaking characteristics, his Tai Chi true qi of both yin and yang cultivation and the broken saber method of one hand was refined into steel, and he was completely defeated by the old man in the dragon robe, no matter how he made the knife move, the old man in the dragon robe was a mediocre punch to break it.

The old man in the dragon robe looked at him with a smile: "What do you say?" ”

This knife, I'm afraid he won't be able to swing it again, even if he swings it forcibly, it is only the shape, and the essence is completely gone.

The old man in the dragon robe subconsciously squinted his old eyes, but when he opened them again, he found that Yang Ge had disappeared from the place, his eyes changed, and he rushed over without thinking about it.

Yang Ge relied on a mouthful of demonic qi to support, and forcibly burst out of his true qi to fight with this old man in dragon robe like dead bark, but the more he fought, the more uncomfortable he became, and he almost wanted to vomit blood!

The old man in the dragon robe responded lightly, but the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

"No return!"

These old immortals are really hidden deep enough, and there are so many of them!

"Is this the strongest trick of the layman, 'never go back'?"

"Bang ......"

The blade of the Cold Moon Treasure Knife hit his thin fist, and the old man in the dragon robe raised his eyes in surprise to look at Yang Ge, and was in doubt that the strength of this knife was too weak, so he felt a cool air rushing into his body along his arm.

I saw that where the sword light passed, the majestic and hideous golden dragons were wiped out inch by inch, but the sword light did not sway in the slightest.

The kind of chill that seems to freeze people's consciousness is like walking naked in the ice and snow in the cold winter moon dripping into ice.

At the same time, there are negative emotions such as despair, confusion, and sadness that come to his heart, suppressing his thoughts of fighting back.

It's like a traveler who has lost supplies, lost in the snow and ice, and has begun to lose temperature......

The old man in the dragon robe gritted his teeth, desperately resisting the desperate chill that was so strong that it confused his mind, his fists clenched and loosened, released and clenched.

He was lost, but Yang Ge was not.

After shaking his head and forcibly getting rid of the not-so-good memories in his mind, he picked up the Cold Moon Treasure Knife and slashed it at the carotid artery of the old man in the dragon robe...... It's not that he doesn't want to prick this old guy's heart, but this old guy has already shown no less than the old monk in black's body protection skills, and he is worried that he won't be able to stab him with a knife.

"Bell!"

Two dry fingers blocked the Cold Moon Treasure Knife, and the old man in the dragon robe raised his eyelids and looked at Yang Ge with red eyes...... But it was the trace of murderous aura that leaked when Yang Ge swung the knife that woke him up.

Without hesitation, Yang Ge kicked on his lower abdomen and flew back with his strength.

The old man in the dragon robe flew up to chase after him, raised his palm and roared angrily: "The world is one!" ”

A palm fell, and a sword qi burning with raging golden flames slashed towards Yang Ge in the air.

A ball of true qi burst out from Yang Ge's feet, pushing his body to soar into the sky like lightning, grazing this terrifying sword qi to avoid it.

The next moment, a dazzling snow-bright sword light suddenly bloomed around him, illuminating the heavens and the earth for dozens of miles in an instant.

The old man in the dragon robe who hit the air with one move looked up, and shouted in horror: "Junior, don't you want to die?" ”

This is clearly going to burn the jade!

"Second trick ......"

Yang Ge's cold voice came from the snow bright sword light, and before the words fell, he was already like a meteor dragging the flame tail from the sky...... It was a sign that the sword qi was too powerful and beyond his control.

The old man in the dragon robe saw that he was coming too fast, so he couldn't avoid it, so he could only cross his arms in front of his chest, and roared angrily: "Ordered by the sky, all evils will not invade!" ”

In an instant, a glittering majestic palace statue rose from the ground, guarding his thin figure.

"Boom!"

The snow-bright meteorite collided with the majestic palace virtual image, and the palace virtual image was golden again, resisting the meteorite to the death.

The meteorite also emits a vast white light, which complements the virtual image of the palace as if it was poured with pure gold.

At the right time, Yang Ge's still cold voice came from the meteor: "This trick is called 'repentance'. ”

"Boom ......"

The meteorite exploded violently, the virtual image of the palace shattered, and two figures spitting blood fell from mid-air.

Poof.

Poof.

The two of them were submerged in the snow, and they were only four or five feet apart.

Yang Ge grabbed the Cold Moon Treasure Knife and struggled to get up from the snow nest, staggering towards another snow nest with the knife, leaving a bright red footprint with each step.

The rickety old man who had no dragon robe and no imperial crown also got up from the snow nest with his hands and feet, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Yang Ge, who was covered in blood and couldn't see his face clearly, was still dragging his knife and stumbling to his side, and finally a chill was born in his heart......

"Crazy, Han people are crazy!"

He roared and stumbled in the opposite direction.

"Go to ......"

Yang Ge threw the Cold Moon Treasure Knife dizzily, but the Cold Moon Treasure Knife fell heavily into the snow with a "snap".

But it was Fang Cai's move, which also exhausted the sword qi of the Cold Moon Treasure Knife.

"You waste, what's the use of me raising you!"

Yang Ge scolded angrily, bent down to pick up the Cold Moon Treasure Knife, and desperately accelerated his speed to chase forward.

But at the moment, he only felt cold all over his body, his feet were like stepping on cotton, he couldn't exert any strength, and his whole body, inside and out, and everywhere with steel needles inserted into the flesh, it hurt so much that he moved.

He just kicked so deep and shallow, stumbled and chased the rickety old man for half a mile, and finally approached him, panting like a cow, he struggled to raise the Cold Moon Treasure Knife and slashed towards the old guy's vest......

"Sting!"

"Ah......h

The Cold Moon Treasure Knife cut a shallow wound half a foot long on the back of the rickety old man, but the rickety old man let out a heart-rending howl.

The world's top powerhouse of the dignified land immortal level, but he was only stabbed, and this rickety old man actually rolled in front of a lazy donkey, and then got up and fled forward with both hands and feet, and the sharp appearance was like a big black mouse.

This was originally a very funny scene, but Yang Ge couldn't laugh at all at this time.

Because he found that he couldn't catch up with the big black mouse.

Yang Ge, who didn't believe in evil, also learned from the appearance of the big black mouse, lying in the snow and running forward with his hands and feet.

But in the past, he had the advantage of having the upper hand and long feet in fighting with others, but now it has become a disadvantage, not to mention that he is extremely difficult to climb, and his speed is not fast.

After a while, the shadow of the big black mouse was lost in front of his eyes.

Seeing that the wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, Yang Ge, who knew that he couldn't drag it any longer, endured the severe pain and found a small mountain bag with deep snow around him, got into the snow and sat cross-legged and tried to breathe.

After a long time, a chaotic and muffled sound of horses' hooves appeared around, shouting and carefully searching for the surrounding snow.

"Bang."

Yang Ge, who had slightly recovered his strength, rushed out of the snow, slashed to death a black and steep Tartar cavalryman with a tiger's back, snatched his horse, and fled in a random direction.

There were Tartar cavalry chasing after him, but he was cut in half with a backhand knife and a man and a horse.

The rest of the Tartar cavalry were frightened by his bravery and did not dare to pursue him any further, but could only watch him plunge headlong into the boundless wind and snow.

……

Seven days later, nightfall.

Yang Ge, who was wearing a bare sheepskin jacket and a hat, returned to Luting County in the wind and snow.

Approaching the end of the year, coupled with heavy snowfall, Luting County, which used to be bustling and extraordinary, is now deserted and lonely, the long street covered with snow is empty, and in addition to the sound of the wind or the wind, even the lights are only a handful as far as the eye can see.

Yang Ge carried a knife on his back and walked home alone along the dark long street, the city was empty, and his heart was empty.

When he passed by the Yuelai Inn, he found that not only was the inn not closed, but the lights were still on in the front hall.

He stepped forward in surprise and lifted the thick windshield curtain, and in an instant, a heat wave with rich copper pot mutton rushed towards him.

"Woo Woo ......"

The next moment, Xiao Huang came out of nowhere, propped up his upper body and threw himself into his arms, screaming excitedly.

"Second brother is back?"

"Second brother is back!"

"Second brother, you're finally back......"

Yang Ge hugged Xiao Huang in his arms, and saw the heat of the copper pot, the full of friends, and the laughter of the house.

Liu Mang, Shen Fa, Yang Tiansheng, Li Jincheng, Xiang Wudi, Fang Ke, Zhou Fu, Wang Hui, Wu Eryong, Jiang Kui, Li Qing, Xiao Baoqi, Niu Meng, Fu Qian, Xun Shi, Hu Qiang......

Facing their concerned eyes, Yang Ge grinned and wanted to smile, but everything in front of him suddenly blurred.

"Bang."

A figure slammed into his arms, wrapped his waist around his waist and howled loudly: "Wow, I thought you didn't want me anymore, second brother......"

Yang Ge reached out a little stiffly and stroked the long hair of the person in his arms: "How could the second brother not want you......"

"Hahaha......"

Seeing this, everyone in the hall laughed in unison.

(Volume 3: A Cup of Wine with Peach and Plum Spring Breeze (Finale)

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