The wind and snow are all over the sky, and the water is outside the city.

The swordsman is white-clothed and snowy, with no white beard on the eyebrows of the star-eyed sword, facing the snowy morning breeze, his clothes are flying, like the fairy characters who walked out of the painting, and the three-foot Qingfeng is upside down behind him, and the sword aura is like a mang.

When the snow reached the swordsman's approach, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and he couldn't get close.

The old man opposite, coarse linen clothes and cranes with childish faces, covered with white frost behind his head, slightly closed his eyes, standing with his hands on his back, letting the snow pile up all over his body, as if he didn't realize it, if it weren't for a black sword hanging from his waist, he would be like an ordinary Tian Sheweng.

"I have heard for a long time that the sword armor Zuo Yuan is placed in the Yizhou Alliance, one person and one sword, stopping my Xichu thousands of horses and thousands of troops. Bai is not talented, and he came to comprehend the unparalleled sword intent of Zuo Jianjia. ”

The white-clothed swordsman said, and the sword in his hand was slowly lowered and hung at his side.

"The state of Chu has been destroyed, but the world is so big, if Zuo doesn't come out, no one can stop you, how can you seek death. ”

The old man in sackcloth shook his head slowly, and as the words landed, the sword spike on the black sword of the dark iron on his waist shook gently, and there were bursts of soft groans from the sheath.

"Huh. ”

The white-clothed swordsman smiled contemptuously, shook his head and said: "Zuo Jianjia has a big breath, Bai is here to inform the world, even if it is this Ruoshui City, Bai is no one to stop." ”

"It's just obsession. ”

The old man in sackcloth said this, and then said no more. Only the dark iron black sword on his side trembled slightly.

Seeing this, the white-clothed swordsman also kept silent, staring at the old man opposite, quietly holding the sword in his hand, ready to attack.

The wind and snow in the sky, as if there was no obstacle at the beginning, fell on the swordsman, and in an instant, the swordsman was covered......

Mu Ran, the old man in Mai opened his eyes, the white frost behind him was windless, the snow was melted for no reason, and the black sword of the dark iron on his side slowly came out of its sheath by an inch.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth shook, the wind and snow stopped suddenly, and only the sword qi was unparalleled.

............

The morning light pierced through the clouds and drove away the snowstorm.

The old man in sackcloth turned around and looked at the old servant walking in the distance, and the black sword of dark iron at his side hung quietly as if it had never been unsheathed.

"Master......" The old servant walked closer, bowed, and looked behind the old man in sackcloth.

The white-clothed swordsman was the same as when he first came, his clothes were flying, his hand was holding the green edge, there was not a trace of scars on his body, and he was motionless......

"The sword enters the pavilion, and the people ......," the old man in Mai instructed the old servant as he walked towards the city.

"Thick burial. ”

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