With a fierce light, it rushed in this direction, and opened its mouth to bite Xiaobeitang!

Just when the fishy breath was about to rush in front of him, Xiao Beitang, who was thrown to the ground, suddenly saw a figure in the snow.

The red clothes were like fire, different from all the colors he had ever seen, and there had never been such a warm color in the Kunlun Sword Sect.

He had suspected that this was a delusion he had had before he died.

But the next moment, the figure turned into a red light and flew towards him, and then, he had an extra sword in his hand.

The bright blade of the sword reflected Beitang's young eyebrows, and there was a crack in the middle of the sword, but it did not damage its sharpness.

The fire-like color seemed to turn into the power contained in the sword, and as soon as he held the sword, he felt himself warm.

The shaking between heaven and earth stopped, and the peeling sky froze.

Although this sword was not his previous sword, Beitang Hanye felt that holding it gave him infinite power in his body.

Everything was like slow motion, and then facing the wolf that pounced in front of him, the young sword looked at its throat, and stabbed the sword in his hand upward, like piercing a piece of tofu, through the wolf's throat, and penetrated into the back of its neck.

Bright red blood burst out and sprinkled dots on the snow-white hair.

The light in the wolf's eyes disappeared, and Beitang Hanye quickly pulled his sword out, and then rolled and hid to the side, watching the wolf killed by his own sword fall to the ground, and the blood slowly oozing out.

Beitang gasped for breath in the cold night, looked at the wolf that he had killed, and after making sure that it was out of breath, he took his gaze back and looked at the sword that flew into his hand.

Beside him, the figure of the man in red slowly emerged, but it was much lighter than when he first came in, like a translucent sword spirit.

Chu Yiyang looked at the young Beitang holding the sword in both hands, and a lovely smile appeared on his face.

This smile was as if the sun had penetrated the boundless wind and snow, and when Chu Yiyang looked up at the sky again, he saw that everything that was originally collapsing had stopped and remained in such an absurd picture.

Suddenly, he felt a warmth on his face, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his right cheek, and looked down at Beitang, where he saw that the young man was caressing the sword in his hand with his hand.

The place where Xiao Beitang touched it was exactly where Chu Yiyang's cheek was.

"From now on, you will be my sword." The little boy's childish voice sounded, and his eyes were full of love for the sword that flew into his hand, "Let's go together, break out of here together." ”

"Yes." Chu Yiyang looked at his delicate and lovely face, saw his heartfelt joy, and also smiled slightly, put down his hand, and responded in his heart, "What you say is what it is." ”

Here is his dream.

Now he is what he wants.

Losing his original sword, Beitang Hanye found another sword of his own.

Holding it in his hand, he blistered himself and walked over the corpse of the snow wolf and continued to walk forward.

Chu Yiyang followed him.

The main body has turned into a sword in Xiao Beitang's hand, and his current form of the sword spirit cannot be seen by Beitang, who has no strength.

However, in this dream, as a person who has a blood contract connection with the cold night of Beitang, he can also affect the things in the dream.

When the wind and snow are blowing, Chu Yiyang only needs to raise his hand, and he can raise a gust of wind to block the flying snowflakes back, so that the wind and snow can't get close.

A fragment of a dream fell from the sky, and when it was about to contaminate Xiaobeitang, he could block it with just one thought.

The young Beitang Hanye felt that his journey in the snow had become much easier, and there was a steady stream of warmth from the sword, warming his body, and the wind and snow around him could not get close, and there were many fewer attacks.

Therefore, when a new obstacle appeared in front of him again, he took the initiative, grabbed his sword, and killed it in one fell swoop.

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Chapter 112

Snow and dust splashed, and tall wooden monsters collapsed.

This is the fourth wave of opponents that Chu Yiyang killed after he found Beitang Hanye.

Although he has reverted to his childhood appearance and lost his strength, Kitado still has exquisite swordsmanship in the cold night.

With the sword in his hand sharp, he never fell into the embarrassment he had faced off against the snow wolf before.

Beitang Hanye drew his sword back, and as he had done the previous times, he bypassed the opponent he had killed on the ground, and continued to walk towards the depths of the vast snowfield.

In the heaven and earth that stopped collapsing, Chu Yiyang looked at the wood demon who fell to the ground, and then looked at the small figure that was tirelessly moving forward, he seemed to have forgotten everything that happened outside, and just wanted to move forward in his dreams, kill all kinds of opponents, and regain his strength.

In the wind and snow, Chu Yiyang suddenly realized that from the snow wolf just now to the current target, this may be the opponent that Beitang Hanye has killed since he was a child - he wants to start from the origin and kill all the way back.

The road is almost endless.

A young child who has not cultivated, even if he has a weapon in his hand, will be consumed to death in this dream.

And his consciousness is still the consciousness of the Killing Dao, and those crazy killing thoughts have just been cleaned up, if he is allowed to continue like this, it is easy to fall into the killing obstacle again.

Thinking of this, the translucent sword spirit body disappeared beside the wood demon, and in an instant, it came to the side of Beitang Hanye, who was holding the sword in both hands.

He had to find a way to stop him from going on.

- But what can stop the young sword who wants to regain his power and regain his own way?

Just as he was thinking about it, a thin cat meow came from the snow, like a thin rope in the violent snowstorm, holding the two of them.

Chu Yiyang lowered his head and saw Xiao Beitang stop, holding the sword in his hand, looking in that direction.

In this cold, murderous snowfield, such a kitten will never survive on its own, and if left unchecked, it will soon freeze to death.

Under his gaze, Xiao Beitang hesitated for a moment, but still walked in the direction where the kitten's bark came from when his own safety could not be guaranteed.

Then, the two of them met the kitten, which was as white as snow except for its face, ears, and tail.

Chu Yiyang has seen the cat painted by Beitang after entering the top of Kunlun.

Now when I look at this little guy who came out of the snow, I can't recognize that this is a juvenile version of my own image.

In the snow, the kitten noticed the hot individual in front of her.

It suddenly raised its head and let out an even more shrill cry towards the small north hall.

This may be the way the young Beitang Hanye met the kitten he once had, and was transferred here in accordance with Chu Yiyang's thoughts, perfectly blocking the way of Beitang Hanye.

At the sound of the kitten, Xiao Beitang finally reached out and picked it up.

As soon as the kitten came into his arms, it clung to his body, absorbing his warmth.

Beitang gently touched its fur and looked around, trying to find a trace of its mother, but did not find it.

Chu Yiyang saw him lower his head again, looked at the kitten who was quiet in his arms, and asked softly, "Were you also abandoned by your mother?" ”

The kitten yawned, and its little paws hooked his clothes.

A certain feeling of sympathy was linked between them.

Instead of letting go of it, Kitado Hanya wrapped it in his own robes, and then gave up on moving forward for the first time, looking around for a place where the kitten could be placed.

Chu Yiyang's plan succeeded.

He certainly won't miss this opportunity right now.

Just now he wanted Beitang to stop in the cold night, and in a flash, this kitten appeared in the snow.

Now, he wanted a place where they could stop and rest, and soon, a coniferous forest appeared in the otherwise empty north.

Next to the forest is a hunter's hut, made of heavy wood and covered with thick snow, which is particularly warm in such an environment.

Kitado also noticed this hut on a cold night.

As when he had just heard the kitten's bark, he did not have doubts, but his eyes lit up, and he tightened his robe, and with a sword in his hand, he led the kitten towards the hut.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, the sky was in a state of collapse, and a small hand holding a sword squeaked open the door of the hunter's hut.

The young Beitang Hanye noticed that this place seemed to be deserted for a long time, and no one was there, but before coming in, he still said "excuse me", and then walked into the door with the kitten in his arms.

Chu Yiyang, who was in the state of the sword spirit, followed him and entered the hunter hut that he had come up with, perfecting some details and adding some utensils here.

After Beitang came in on a cold night, he first found a few furs from the wall, and then found some straw in the corner, put the straw under it, put the fur, and built a small nest.

After doing all this, Xiao Beitang squatted down, took out the kitten in his arms, and carefully placed it in this small nest made of fur and straw. Seeing that this little thing was still breathing warmly, he turned around and went to other places to find pots and firewood, and prepared to light a fire in the house to keep warm.

Of course, Chu Yiyang was ready for him.

Not long after, Beitang came back with an iron basin in the cold night, and he was still holding a pile of chopped dry firewood in his arms.

He put things in order, and before he could think about how to make a fire without spiritual power, the sword on the ground started to burn.

A little red light floated from the tip of the sword and landed on the wood, instantly igniting the firewood.

The room lit up, warm like light, and quickly faded.

Chu Yiyang withdrew his hand, and the kitten who stayed in the nest opened his eyes in a daze, and instinctively approached this warmth.

Hearing its movements, Beitang Hanye, who was looking at the fire, seemed to come back to his senses, sat down by the fire, and then reached out and scooped the kitten that crawled out of the nest into his lap.

In this abandoned hunter's hut, no matter how heavy the wind and snow outside, it seems that it has nothing to do with them.

Holding the kitten stretched out on his lap and roasting the warm fire, the whole person in Beitang was like being soaked in hot water on a cold night, and he could no longer feel the biting cold that he had trekked in the ice and snow before.

When it was getting dark outside, and the firewood in the basin needed to be added, Xiao Beitang, who was sitting by the fire, put the kitten who had woken up and was lively in the nest, ready to go and get some more firewood, and by the way to see if there was anything to eat here.

Needless to say, there was already food, milk and firewood waiting for him in the direction he was walking.

Chu Yiyang, who stayed in place with the sword, looked at the kitten who was lively and reached out to reach for the sword, thinking that there were cats, fire and food here, who would want to go out in such a cold weather?

As soon as Beitang came back from the cold night, he saw that the kitten had already fallen on his sword: "Be careful! ”

He quickly put the thing down, came over and picked it up, "The sword is very sharp, it will hurt you." ”