If the Oriental White Sword rains rapidly, it flies down sharply, and between square inches, the move does not leave the door of death. And the subtlety of that square inch swordsmanship is exactly like this, the sword is light, it can be wrapped around the side, it can also be opened and closed, all moves are bright or hidden killing opportunities, all have the mood of the person who practices martial arts.

Although Dongfang Bai calls himself a chivalrous, he is a small-bellied chicken intestine, and he must repay him, and his sword law is as stingy as a person. The sword does not leave the body for several feet, can be attacked and retreated, and can be defended, the conversion is extremely fast, light and fast.

The footwork was changed, the wrist was lightly turned, and the white robe was flying, and the snow-white sword and snow-white clothes had merged with the boundless snowfield. Cao Chaoyu couldn't parry, he couldn't use his kung fu at all, and after a while, his breath was chaotic, his vision was blurred, his clothes were torn, and his body was already scarred. His right hand was still holding the treasure carving bow, but his left hand was stubbornly protecting the snow scroll wrapped in the blue brocade bag.

"Hand over the scrolls in the snow, or you may be spared. Dongfang Bai seemed to be smiling, and although there was no longer blood in the eye sockets, it was still dazzling.

When Cao Chaoyu heard this, he actually looked up to the sky and laughed, looking at the snow-white long sword in Dongfang Bai's hand, the blade of which was already stained with a little blood, shook his head and smiled: "I'm afraid that even if I hand over this treasure, you may not let me go." Don't you hear that there are gods in the east during the day, and the snow sword is killed in five steps. The king of Hades is still allowed to be reincarnated, how can the chicken intestines survive the rest?'"

After that, he stroked his palms and laughed again. This poem is clearly praised and depreciated, but the people on the rivers and lakes satirize the excellent illusory chivalrous name of Dongfang Bai, but they never do chivalrous things, small belly and chicken intestines, jealous and jealous, and intolerable. How could Dongfang Bai not hear the meaning here?

Angry, there seemed to be fire in his eyes, and he shouted: "Your life is over!" stepped forward and stabbed Cao Chaoyumian with a sword. The thunder and lightning hurriedly flashed down, and the cold sword body brushed the tip of his nose. Dongfang Bai flipped the blade of the sword and slashed downward, and Cao Chaoyu was shocked, and used the treasure carving bow to prop up in the snow, rolled to the side, and shot another arrow with the bow.

Dongfang Bai was angry, he was unguarded, and he was pierced by the arrow through his left shoulder, his body tilted, and he swung his sword towards Cao Chaoyu with his backhand. A sword slashed, Cao Chaoyu hurriedly used the carved bow made of mixed iron to parry, and when the sword blade and the mixed iron intersected, sparks splashed everywhere.

The long sword then attached to the bow of the treasure eagle and cut it to its fingers, Cao Chaoyu gasped, sent his hands, tilted his head back, the tip of the sword was only two inches away from the throat, the treasure eagle bow fell down, Cao Chaoyu hooked it with his toes, flicked it upward, kicked it in the air, and jumped again, hung in the air, pulled open the bowstring, one string and three arrows fired together, thunder, and the wind hunted.

The three arrows split through the sky, and went straight to the Oriental White Giant Que, the Qi Sea, and the three caves of Guan Yuan. The Oriental White Sword was like a violent wind, whirling in the palm of its hand, the sleeves of its robe fluttered, its wrists flipped, the white light passed through, and the sword qi was full of energy, and the three feather arrows were strangulated in the blink of an eye.

Cao Chaoyu saw that he couldn't hurt him in the slightest, he was already poor in donkey skills, so he didn't dare to take a break, so he was afraid in his heart, so he turned around and left. Dongfang Bai chased after him, and flew up with a kick of his left foot, and slashed down with a sword, Cao Chaoyu was already timid, and he was injured again, so he hurriedly crossed the hard bow to block. How can that Dongfang Bai is in full swing, and the sword is pointing at it, and the momentum is like a bamboo.

With a loud shout and a "bang", the snow-white sword cut off the mixed iron hard bow. Cao Chaoyu's face was as earth-colored, trembling as chaff, and he hurriedly left his broken bow and fled in a hurry. Dongfang Bai somersaulted and landed in front of him, blocking his way. Although Cao Chaoyu was frightened and trembling, he still refused to show weakness.

Step by step, he stepped back, and his hands protected the blue brocade cloth bag on his chest. Dongfang Bai strode forward, the arrow stepped forward, the sword was like a dragon, straight out, the sword could not only cut off the hard bow mixed with iron, but also could not pierce the flesh and blood? Cao Chaoyu's hands were pierced without effort, the sword body ran through the palm, and the blood dripped down the palm lines.

Cao Chaoyu refused to howl, bit the tip of his tongue, closed his lips tightly, and trembled all over, his lips turned white, and sweat was like rain. Dongfang Bai laughed secretly and turned the sword body, and the blade of the sword swirled in Cao Chaoyu's palm, breaking the muscles and bones, and the flesh and blood were blurred. Cao Chaoyu finally couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in his heart and screamed again and again.

Drawing his sword, he turned around and kicked him in the lower abdomen. That Cao Chaoyu planted backwards, Dongfang Bai stepped forward, flew up, and slashed obliquely with a sword.

There was another terrible scream that pierced the heavens and the earth, and the two severed hands fell into the snow together.

The flying snow fell on the scarlet blade, and the red blood dripped and bloomed on the tip of the sword, and the white light flickered, leaving only a deep blood mark on the corpse of Cao Chaoyu who had fallen, extending from the left side of the neck to the right side of the lower abdomen. Cao Chaoyu's eyes were round, he had no breath, and he fell into the red-dyed snow, and the snow gradually covered it.

Dongfang Bai stepped forward slowly, and used the tip of his sword to pick open the blue brocade cloth bag that was already stained with blood. The six snow scrolls were revealed. "There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get them. Leaning over to pick it up and holding it in his hand, Dongfang Bai was also very excited. For decades, this treasure in the snow has made countless people in the rivers and lakes rush to find it and die for it, and now it is finally obtained by him, although he is blind in one eye, it is also worth it.

Put your sword in the sheath. But when he opened the scroll, the only remaining eye was round, the corners of his mouth twitched, his whole body trembled, his muscles flared up, and he shouted frantically: "I have exhausted my whole life's efforts to search for this scroll in the snow, and now my right eye is crippled, the ultimate treasure, is this how God you treat me?

With that, he was angry, the wound on his right eye burst open, and blood dripped down his cheek again. A mouthful of blood spurted out from the sky, and he fell to his knees, clutching his chest, and fell into the snow, never to get up again.

The lonely flying snow still floats in the snow fields of this valley, never paying attention to the chaos of the world. The new snow chases the cold wind, the snow is deeper, thousands of miles of color, the eyes are full of snow white, it seems that the desperate fight of Fang Cai has not happened, and it has never been able to break the loneliness and tranquility of the first touch of heaven and earth.

These hundred miles of Qiongyun have witnessed how many heroes and heroes have died here, and how many snobs have been trapped in it.

The wind and snow were so heavy that they covered the bodies of the three men, leaving only the snow and the remnants of the snow that fell on the snow beside them. A cold wind swept through and opened the scroll, but there was not a word in it, but three lives died in this snowfield because of this wordless book. The hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit.

No matter how hard it ends, it's just a bamboo basket for water.

Compared with the ice and snow that few people visit, Anhuai Mansion, which is thousands of miles away, is full of people. The green tiles and white walls are like stars, the eaves of the red mansions are like chess cloths, and the small bridges and flowing water are paper umbrellas, which are the good scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

Crowded, toes pressed against heels. A light snow had just drifted through, and the jade-like bluestone-paved streets were moistened with snow, revealing the softness of the rich city. Big red lanterns are hung in front of every house, and the red in front of the door is removed, replaced with a brand new pair, just about to welcome the Chinese New Year's Eve.

On the streets and alleys, crowds of people are surging, and everyone's faces are filled with joy and joy. Pedestrians are full of heat in their mouths and in cold clothes, but they are still beaming with joy and do not lose a bit. The cold doesn't stop people's enthusiasm.

If you find a tavern to sit in at this time, two bowls of piping hot spirits will definitely be warm and refreshing.

Looking at the swallow-like cornices, the wine flag is displayed. In the inn restaurant, the food is full of aroma, and the fragrance is ten miles, which makes the visitors intoxicated. Diners talk about wine, drink and fist, push glasses and change lamps, talk loudly, and laugh bursts of laughter. The guys were busy greeting the guests. The shopkeepers smiled and leaned back, fiddling with their abacus.

It is the scene of peace in the prosperous era, the people are healthy, and the world is peaceful.

Hawkers are constantly hawking, crowding the roadside to attract passing tourists. From the crowd came a young man: in his twenties. Slender physique, tall and elegant. The face is like a crown of jade, and the lips are red and the teeth are white. The sword eyebrows are raised, and the eyes are like stars. There was neither a crown nor a hairpin, and a black black hair was hastily tied by a red rope and draped behind him. There is also a wisp of green silk in front of him, fluttering in the wind.

Between the eyebrows, he saw elegance, and his gestures were heroic.

Wearing a snow fox's fur jacket, the blue lining is soft and close-fitting, and the snow-white face is fluffy and warm. The small jacket is a brocade robe with a pure white snow, the best brocade embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf patterns of snow-white piping, splashing ink-like mountains and rivers and clouds from the left shoulder to the bottom of the robe. The ink-colored lining reveals the edge of the silver hollow hibiscus flower, and a dark belt is tied around the waist, decorated with three or four pieces of exquisitely carved jade pendants, which are of great value and pure color.

Even the most ordinary pair of boots had two pieces of jade encrusted on the heel. is clearly a noble son, but he has to write and write like a scholar. Holding a folding fan sprinkled with gold in his hand, he was followed by an old man who was more than half a hundred years old, extremely humble, bowed his body, and followed the son, who was also gorgeously dressed, and must be a big family.

"Childe, are you still going to sit in the Mengxian Building today?" The old man stepped forward, his voice was noisy, and he couldn't really hear it, so he had to lie down in the son's ear and say.

And the boy waved his hand, Yi Ran was full of wind, with the crowd surging, the Xuan fan slapped in his palm, turned back to the old man and said: "Old family, don't rush to the Mengxian Tower today, and walk on this street first." It's Chinese New Year's Eve in the near future, when has this Anhuai Mansion had such a lively scene all year round, why not take this opportunity to take a stroll, it's not funny!"

The old man smiled when he heard this: "Childe grew up in Anhuai Mansion since he was a child, and for more than 20 years, he was accompanied by old slaves to play. Whenever this time, Childe is full of interest, which is really rare. ”

When the noble prince heard this, he turned around and grabbed the old man's hand, patted the back of his hand with a smile, and continued to walk forward, unfolding the fan in his hand, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on a piece of wine on the side of the white jade bridge, on which the words "white water and elegance" were written, which was quite peculiar.