The divine consciousness is like floating on the top of the nine heavens, without any weight, and fluttering as it pleases.

With a hint of mischievousness, it swings to the left and to the right.

The arc is very small, but it shifts between subtleties, and finally lands on the ground that spans a long distance from its original position.

At some point, he took out a sword in his hand.

Shi Xian's eyes were still closed.

Immerse yourself in the world of snowflakes, and the sword in your hand seems to no longer have weight.

You don't need to use your brain, although Shi Xian has been practicing in retreat over the years, he has never fallen behind in the Dao Pole Liangyi swordsmanship.

Nowadays, all the moves from the first to the third are running at leisure, almost instinctively.

When it comes to the sword, it can be like a complete set of swordsmanship in the same air.

Because the body has already formed memories.

However, this time, Shi Xian's swordsmanship was not as wooden as before.

In the past, although the sword moves were fast and the moves were also very flexible, they always felt a little lacking aura.

Today, when I am immersed in another world, I am different from the first move.

The twisting swing of the sword carried a hint of vitality.

The sword in his hand felt like it had come to life.

Each sword fell, bringing up the surrounding snowflakes and causing ripples.

The sword's moves are very elegant, like a feather, falling gently, but the power brought is a hundred times that of the past.

A sword falls, and another sword.

The moves in Shi Xian's hands are connected in series, and finally melt into the nature of heaven and earth, transforming himself into a snowflake, so light and smart.

At this moment, a wall of ice not far from Shi Xian suddenly shattered.

From the middle position, the lines of cobwebs spread out in all directions, gradually breaking into fragments.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Shi Xian was still immersed in today's comprehension of swordsmanship, and a person suddenly appeared from the ice wall.

The man had probably been inside the ice wall for a long time, and his hair and clothes were stained with crushed ice.

Wearing a blue and white Taoist uniform shows that she is an inner disciple, and she may also be an inner disciple of Bingfeng.

He also holds a long sword in his hand.

The face could not be seen clearly in the mist and fog, but the sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles and reach Shi Xian directly.

As if he felt something, Shi Xian suddenly opened his eyes.

The Dao Pole Liangyi Sword Technique in his hand did not stop running.

Looking at the oncoming female monk, Shi Xian did not dodge at all.

Instead, his eyes shot a strong battle intent.

The two pairs of warlike eyes were paired, and the long sword in his hand swung at the same time, bringing a burst of wind.

"Bell!"

There was a crisp sound between the swords colliding, and both swords trembled slightly.

And the owner of the sword was also trembling, not with fear, but with excitement.

"Bell!

In a few breaths, there were several more evenly matched collisions, neither of them showing weakness, nor did anyone have an advantage.

At this moment, the female monk on the opposite side danced with her sword, leaving only an afterimage in Shi Xian's eyes.

It's so fast!

Shi Xian subconsciously retreated.

The long sword in his hand was rung, and there was another crisp collision sound.

The crash fell, and the two paused.

But this time, Shi Xian took two steps back.

Shi Xian could feel that his cheek had been broken because he was swept by the sword qi.

A drop of red blood fell to the snow-white ground, like a touch of red on a sharp knife.

Dazzling, yet hidden in endless danger.

The woman did not take advantage of the opportunity to retreat to continue the attack, but stood in place and posed and waited for the time to come again.

Shi Xian also quickly recovered his fighting spirit, picked up the sword in his hand, and directly performed the third move of Dao Ji Liangyi swordsmanship.

The woman also clearly felt the seriousness of Shi Xian.

Her eyes were bright, and Shi Xian could feel the scorching fire inside burning the battle intent in her blood, making her whole body boil.

As soon as the Dao Pole Liangyi swordsmanship was performed, Shi Xian could feel that the world around him was as illusory, leaving only the grace and agility of the sword body lingering.

When he collided with the sword in the woman's hand again, Shi Xian suddenly felt a chill that pierced his bones.

It seems to pass directly through the sword body and arrive at Shi Xian's body.

The woman's sword intent actually created a sense of ice and snow.

The snow fell one after another to condense the blood, which made Shi Xian feel even colder than the position he was in at the moment.

Is this Ice and Snow Sword Intent?

No, I have seen Shi Lou's ice and snow sword intent from time to time.

There is no such cold as it is shared, and there is no loneliness mixed with the loneliness of only one person left between heaven and earth.

It is like a lone wanderer walking long away in a sea of snow, with no destination and no life.

This woman's ice and snow sword intent is sad and sad!

Shi Xian was suddenly suppressed and couldn't breathe.

Shilou's ice and snow sword intent is a world.

A world of ice and snow, but unbridled and heroic.

The majestic snow-capped mountains are continuous, and the ice and snow are buried deeply.

All the creatures in this place fell to the ground for me, and I crossed the mountains and rivers alone with my sword.

And the woman's ice and snow sword intent suppressed Shi Xian was out of breath, but it also made Shi Xian sober up a lot.

The elegant and clear sword qi blocked it, forming a protective shield on the outer layer, blocking the invasion of ice and snow, and also protecting its own world.

The sword intent of the two collided with each other beside this abyssal ice lake.

The chill and sharpness of the ice and snow are rampage and unstoppable.

The elegance and clarity of the snowflakes are tactful and agile, soft and rigid.

The back and forth lasted for an hour.

The snowflakes behind the woman were condensed in mid-air, and behind Shi Xian was a sudden goose feather snow, and the falling snowflakes covered Shi Xian's head.

One world, two sword intents, each without giving in.

Finally, suddenly there was a sound under his feet.

That's the sound of ice cracking!

Subconsciously, both of them restrained their sword intent, waved the sword in their hand, and collided again.

The force of each other knocked the two of them backwards.

Shi Xian stepped back a few meters, his steps hurried but not messy.

It's the same with women.

The two finally stood firmly in place.

At the same time, he put away the sword in his hand, put his hands together and pointed at the other party and nodded slightly.

"No Dan Peak, time is free!"

"Bingfeng, Luoge!"

At the same time, two crisp sounds sounded, turning into a trace of mist through the layers of ice.

When the two of them saw each other's true faces at the same time, they made a surprised voice together.

"Is that you?"

"Is that you?"

Shi Xian hooked the corners of his mouth, and his eyes had a warm smile.

"I didn't expect to meet you again. It's really fate. ”

Luoge was also surprised, but she has always been cold, and she doesn't show too much excitement.

It's just that when I heard the fate in Shi Xian's mouth, I couldn't help but smile lightly.

The perennial expressionless face, because of this light smile, is much more vivid.

"Yes, fate. ”