When the last moment came, there was no point in hiding his back hand, Chen Changsheng did not hesitate to sit back and watch himself, igniting the last remaining snowfield.

But for some reason, he didn't let his divine sense touch the lake outside the secluded mansion.

The snowfield burned violently in an instant, replenishing his true essence continuously.

Jeep moves.

His figure suddenly disappeared in front of the forest, suddenly appeared in the distance, and then disappeared again, reappeared, disappearing and disappearing, like a ghost.

But the speed of that streamer was so fast that no matter where he appeared, he would meet it head-on the next moment.

The sound of the sword breaking through the air kept ringing, and the wind on the shore of the lake and the sound of the waves coming from the lake were cut into countless fragments.

From time to time, blood splattered out in the air, like flowers, but when the blood flowers fell to the ground, the people who had fought before had already appeared dozens of feet away.

Those blood flowers, sometimes green, sometimes red.

After Chen Changsheng's body was bathed in dragon blood, it was really powerful, and at this time of the battle, there were no wounds on the surface. It's just that, despite the protection of the yellow paper umbrella, he was still hit several times by the two women with the highly poisonous peacock feathers, and the insidious and serene power penetrated his skin and penetrated deep into his intestines, bringing extremely severe internal injuries, and on two occasions he almost vomited blood, but he swallowed it back.

But this time he tried to take the risk, Zhenyuan was all in the sword, there was a hole in the defense of the yellow paper umbrella, and he took a heavy blow, and there was no way to completely hold it back, and an extremely fine blood water flowed down from the corner of his lips.

He was no longer able to hold the handle of the umbrella, the yellow paper umbrella lost its meaning, he didn't want to leave such a precious magic weapon to the enemy, his mind moved slightly, only to hear a sound of fine metal impact and friction, the yellow paper umbrella instantly retracted, turned back into the original metal ball with scales, and then disappeared in his palm.

He no longer flipped his wrist and held the sword, just carried it so casually, looking like a teenager who went home with a drink to drink.

The sun is getting lower and lower, the temperature is getting lower and lower, and the afterglow of the setting sun in the direction of the grassland in the distance brings the last warmth to the lake and the last drive to the wind, blowing on his face.

He took the handkerchief from his sleeve and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, then withdrew it, and the handkerchief disappeared.

In such a short period of time, the wind still had intimate contact with the blood, bringing out some flavor.

It wasn't bloody, it was a strange smell.

Liang Xiaoxiao stood in front of the mountain forest, and the horizontal sword was strictly guarded to prevent Chen Changsheng from escaping into the forest with Ye Zhibu, a little farther away.

Those two women were witch spirits, their five senses were very keen, and they were in front of Chen Changsheng, very close, so they smelled this smell.

It's really not bloody, it's not sweet, it's not the smell of pig iron in the depths of winter, it's a ...... Fragrance.

The fragrance was very faint, like an orchid in a deep valley, but it was extremely fragrant, as if the orchid was right in front of their eyes.

The fragrance is the breath released by a certain crystal clear fruit in the process of slowly ripening, and it is like the freshness brought out by the mountain wind blowing in the pine valley overnight, and it seems to be the saltiness steamed out of the stones on the beach when the morning sun rises, this fragrance is incomparably complex, but incomparably simple, mellow to the extreme, but clean to the extreme.

On that night a few years ago, this smell had disturbed countless magical beings in the fog behind Xining Town.

A year ago, the smell had caused the little girl next door to the Anglican College to come over the wall.

Except for the night of the Destiny Star, this smell has not appeared on Chen Changsheng's body for a long time, even if he bled in the Great Dynasty Trial Battle, or when the flesh and blood were blurred in the underground space, however, after observing the monument that night in the Heavenly Book Tomb, this smell reappeared, and it was in his blood.

The closer you are to nature, the more pure your life will be able to smell it, and the more you can't refuse, the more you want to be closer.

The fall of the bloodline talent of the White Emperor will have such an appearance, how can these two women who are spirits stand it?

In just an instant, they were drunk and stupid, as if they had returned to the sea of flowers when they were born.

The speed of the vibration of the pair of light wings behind them gradually slowed down, and it seemed extremely soft, and there was still a little bit of strength, more like fanning the wind.

Chen Changsheng didn't understand what was happening, but he knew that this was his last chance to escape.

Liang Xiaoxiao couldn't smell that smell, so he was very sober and vigilant, and soon he noticed the strangeness of the lakeside, his expression was abrupt, and the cold sword came out of his hand, and the most majestic and defensive Iron Cliff three-style connection in the mountain magic sword continued to strike, forming an insurmountable barrier between Chen Changsheng and the lake.

He hoped that by doing so, he would be able to wait until the two women were back to normal.

He was very sure that no matter how much Chen Changsheng understood the Lishan Sword Technique, no matter how unpredictable Ye Zhibu was, there was no way to pass through the Iron Cliff Three Styles in such a short period of time.

But Chen Changsheng didn't use Ye Zhibu.

The sword wind on the lakeside is great, and the sword momentum is great!

The sunset of Wenshui three-style hanging!

He reversed his sword moves, using the sword for the man, and the man for the sword, and threw himself directly into the air from the lakeside.

At that time, the sunset was red and shining in the western sky.

On the lake, which has become a little gloomy, there is also a round of sunset.

Chen Changsheng broke through the air, crossed Liang Xiaoxiao's sword momentum, flew high into the sky, and then fell to the surface of the lake.

He fell in the reflection of the setting sun on the lake!

Splash!

The two women woke up in shock, there was still a slight look in their eyes, they didn't know what had happened at the previous moment, and the next moment, all the confusion turned into anger!

Seeing that he was finally going to kill that difficult teenager, how could he let him escape!

The wings vibrated rapidly, and a painful hum resounded on the shores of the lake.

A stream of light shot straight into the center of the lake, then took a sharp turn in the air and shot into the lake.

......

......

It was already dark, and the reflection of the setting sun on the lake had no way to illuminate too much of an area. The clear and transparent water of the lake during the day has now become a little dark, especially in the depths of the lake, which is very dull and difficult to see, as if it were ink, but in this way, the light in the distance seems more and more eye-catching.

Chen Changsheng flicked his legs and swam desperately towards the light, he remembered very well that it was the passage where he and his sleeves folded over.

However, before he could swim out more than ten feet, a huge pressure came from the lake behind him.

He didn't have to look back to know that the two women were chasing after him.

The wings of light vibrated violently in the depths of the lake, like two oars that would never get tired, driving the bodies of the two women, breaking through a clear line of water and shooting towards him.

The lake was stirred up in a great mess, as if it were boiling.

Chen Changsheng knew that he didn't have time to swim to that piece of light, so he turned around in the water, held the short sword in his hand again, and his legs flicked quickly, maintaining a backward swimming posture, while preparing for the arrival of his opponent.

The faint light spread out in the lake, and the two women, one of them naked, and the other's sword robe tightly wrapped around their bodies, looking like two white fish, and the light wings behind them illuminated the surrounding space, glowing with a faint blue light, very beautiful, even at such a moment, he was amazed.

The waterline stretched forward, and soon it was in front of him.

Chen Changsheng held the sword and stabbed forward, but the dignified woman was really angry, she didn't dodge or dodge, and let him stab the sword into his high and bulging chest, and at the same time grabbed his hand with both hands like a lock, and almost at the same time, another woman also wrapped up, it was really entangled, holding his left arm with both hands, and her tight legs twisted his waist.

The two wings of light slowly closed together, like shells.

Chen Changsheng was sealed in the light wing, and he was close to the two women.

If it is not a life-and-death struggle, or snuggling, it is a better description of the picture at this time.

A stone's throw away.

They looked at each other's faces, slightly distorted in the lake.

The dignified-looking woman looked indifferent.

The familiar woman had a hint of ridicule and apology in her eyes.

The depths of the lake are getting darker and darker, and even more so at the bottom of the lake, like an abyss, like night.

The night he was the strangest and least wanted to enter.

Only the pair of light wings still emitted light.

In the icy lake, falling towards the night of death, Chen Changsheng's eyes became a little blurry.

He knew he had to take the risk of doing it, or he would regret it too late by the time he was unconscious.

He regretted it a little now, he shouldn't have let the black dragon leave, although it couldn't help him fight, there must be some other way in this lake.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sword intent.

That sword intent was faint, but it was fresh.

He remembered that before coming here, when he stood by the pool, he also felt