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Chapter 350 - 349: Sword Post

Cold Mountain, Flying Snow, Pinghu, Small Pavilion.

On the lonely boat, a figure stood in the snow and slowly sailed towards the small pavilion in the middle of the lake.

The snow-white fox fur cloak wrapped Murong Qiudi's increasingly thin body, and his already pale cheeks were now as cold as frost and snow, and there was no longer a trace of blood.

The catastrophe of Wulin Road in the seven provinces south of the Yangtze River began.

For example, today Zun swept the rivers and lakes, and the masters were exhausted, and the guards around her were empty, so for the sake of safety, she thought of this Huxin Pavilion.

This pavilion stands alone, surrounded by water on all sides, and there are mountains to defend it, it is undoubtedly a good place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The light boat cut the water, the snow was vast, Murong Qiudi glanced at the mountains on all sides, and she had already buried many ambushes on the mountains, laying a net of heaven and earth, if anyone dared to approach, they would all be killed.

Boat to the pavilion front.

The wine entered his throat and turned into a warm current, impacting Murong Qiudi's heart and lungs.

There is still a jade case in the pavilion that has been left for a long time, and there is also a futon.

She took out the wine, sighed at the snow, and drank slowly.

Who's going to win?

Hearing this news, for some reason, in addition to hatred, Murong Qiudi actually had worries and worries.

And now that the Demon Cult has been destroyed, the Qinglong is dead, the money is gone, the Excalibur Villa has become a lost dog, the World Alliance is torn apart, and the Tianjiao wizards in the past don't know how many have died, and they have been dead for a long time.

At this time, in such a dangerous and murderous situation, even she didn't dare to trust anyone easily, not even her own henchmen.

As deep as hatred is, love is as deep as it is.

Not only does she hate this man, but she still loves this man after all.

It's a pity that everything has changed.

How sad!!

He wants to fight Li Ducian.

This deceitful and deceitful rivers and lakes, scheming is exhausted, and in the end, looking at the world, there is not even a person worthy of trust.

It's just that for no reason, her heart is inexplicably a little sour.

Murong Qiu Di Muxue stepped into the pavilion, carrying a gorgeous and very delicate food box in his hand.

Murong Qiudi was sad from it, but he just laughed, laughing like a cuckoo crying blood, sad and sad.

"Time flies."

Yao remembered that back then, it was here that she saw Li Ducicada and saw the unparalleled back in the world.

Murong Qiudi muttered, sighed, and sat on the futon.

The news came that this person had already gone down Huashan.

But she still has hatred, hatred for Xie Xiaofeng, gritting her teeth with hatred, and dying and living with hatred.

Therefore, Murong Qiudi decided to be here, waiting for the good news that the Tianzun people would send back the good news of unifying the martial arts of the seven provinces in the south of the Yangtze River.

At this time, a voice sounded from outside the pavilion, "Miss, the third young master of the Divine Sword Villa has ordered someone to send a letter. ”

Murong Qiudi was still hating, but when she heard the name of the third young master and heard a letter from the other party, she didn't think about it, and the wind swept out of the pavilion, drifted into the snow, and took the letterhead.

Ignoring the overturned wine, Murong Qiudi opened the letter with apprehension.

There was only one word on the letter.

"Fight!"

The look of hope on Murong Qiudi's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by confusion and trance.

War?

This man is going to fight her?

After a brief pause, a gentle voice suddenly sounded from beside her, "This letter is for me." ”

Murong Qiudi's face suddenly became extremely miserable.

A right hand, as flawless as white jade, took the letter from her hand.

The person who came only seemed to float from outside the heaven and earth, and then sat in the pavilion and said with a faint smile: "There are actually unspoken words in the letter, and he wants me to spare your life." ”

Murong Qiudi looked at the person sitting in front of him, his body was weak for no reason, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Li Dui.

This man has appeared in front of her alive, just as he did back then.

Li Ducian sat in the pavilion, Mu Xue facing the wind, and looked at the letter in his hand.

This is an epistle, a war post, and a sword post.

"It's obviously just a 'war' word, but it contains sixteen changes, just and soft, virtual and real, clumsy and clever, a sword is not finished, and another sword is born, the sword and the sword are through, it seems that there are sixteen changes, but in the end, it is a sword, back to the basics, and a sword plays ten thousand swords." The more Li Ducian looked at it, the more brilliant the light in his eyes became, and finally he couldn't help but sigh, "Good sword!" ”

Murong Qiudi looked at the mountains on all sides and looked at the ambush soldiers that had already been arranged.

The ambush was still there, but no one moved.

Murong Qiudi said abruptly: "How could it be...... How did you get in? ”

Li Ducian sighed lightly, "Naturally, I walked in." Have you forgotten that this son also has the title of King of Jinling? This place is where I rise, three religions and nine streams, martial arts families, dignitaries, black and white, which has not received my benefits, which has not stammered me. Even the girl in the green building and the beggar on the street have also begged for a few full meals from me, and they have gained a lot of benefits. ”

Murong Qiudi gasped for cold air, subconsciously took two steps back, and then collapsed to the ground, his face full of despair.

Li Ducian shook his head and said, "If a person is used to enjoying it, then it will be difficult to wronged himself." And their defection to you is just an expedient measure with no other choice. Although you have replaced these ambushes with rising stars, there are still families and forces behind them, and most of them do not represent individuals; And those few people are probably already in a different place. ”

He did walk in, and he entered the city in the open, and came here.

There were even people who went to the waterway to send a secret letter, wishing that he would hurry up and clean up this Lord of Heavenly Venerable.

"You are moody, murderous and secondary; What's more, you can't give them what they want, I can. ”

Li Ducian put the letter on the jade case.

This battle is inevitable.

People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves, if the Xie clan wants to regain its glory and rise again, the World Alliance will bear the brunt.

And the only thing that Divine Sword Villa relies on is Xie Xiaofeng, so he and this third young master must have a battle.

Murong Qiudi said unrelentingly: "Three days ago, I ordered people to sweep the seven provinces in the south of the Yangtze River, can't they all be like Jinling for you?" ”

Li Ducian spoke patiently and said: "So, three days ago, I reorganized the waterways and completely blocked the waterways of the provinces, plus the Peacock Villa cut off the main roads of various passes and swept the seven provinces in the south of the Yangtze River? Hehe, it's just a dream. ”

When it was over, he added: "As for that Mr. Bai, I have already left with your son in my arms long before I entered the city. ”

Hearing this, Murong Qiudi's heart finally collapsed, and there was no luck.

By this time, she had never been calmer than ever, and then slowly poured a glass of wine and drank it all.

Li Ducian said with heartfelt emotion: "It's a pity, a strange woman like you should be stunning and stay away from conspiracies." ”

He still remembered the appearance of this person when he and Xie Xiaofeng were hiding from the Blue Dragon Society in the forest, ignorant and immature, timid and naïve, but now he has become a generation of heroes who have caused trouble in the rivers and lakes.

Murong Qiudi smiled and said: "The world is impermanent, and when things are separated, how can everything go smoothly." Some people may only take one wrong step, and they will continue to be wrong, and they will be wrong again and again; If a lie is spoken, it takes a thousand lies to fill that lie. ”

It's just that at this point, Murong Qiudi still smiled frivolously, "I will never admit defeat." The reason why you win me is just to win in the hearts of people who have been operating for several years, if I rise first, it is still unknown who wins and who loses. ”

Li Ducian drank the wine, as if he didn't care who won or lost, but said softly: "This Jianghu Road, if you are only one person until you die, it is really sad...... I'm giving you a ride today. ”

In fact, there is no need for him to go out in person, as long as he enters the city and appears, this woman is doomed to death, and someone will sacrifice this woman's head.

The arrogant resentment on Murong Qiudi's face froze the moment he heard this, and then turned into nothing.

After being stunned for a long time, this person suddenly sighed faintly, as if he had sighed all his hatred, relieved his resentment, and then turned his head to look at the goose feather snow outside the pavilion, and muttered with his eyes closed: "This life is like a nightmare...... Thank you for your pity! ”

After all, the man's lips were rapidly dyed blue and black, but he had taken the poison while drinking alcohol earlier.

The sigh fell, and the soul was broken.

(End of chapter)