Looking at such a huge snow wave, Xiao Banxian and Mo Liunian could only watch in a daze as the rows of snow waves rolled in, forgetting to move, and Xiao Banxian hugged Mo Liunian in his arms.

When I raised my eyes, I saw a white wave appear in the east when the sea and sky appeared, the sound was like a muffled thunder, galloping, and when it came close, it was like an exploding iceberg and dumping the snow peak.

The waves were overwhelming, rushing and rolling towards the embankment, boundless, and the waves were surging and shattering into a thousand heavy snows.

Roll after roll surging from afar, and the white snow waves rose higher and higher, surging towards them.

Such as the white lotus, the dust is not clean, and the style is outstanding.

The snow waves are getting bigger and bigger, and the snow on the top of the snow-capped mountain is almost all collapsing, like a monstrous wave.

However, in the face of the terrifying snow waves that non-human beings can resist, Xiao Banxian knew that it was in vain to run, and the snow waves dozens of feet high went down like a tsunami, destroying everything in an instant, and no matter where he ran, he could not escape the fate of being buried alive by the snow waves.

What's more, he really can't run.

Mo Liunian looked at the little half-immortal, and he clearly knew that there were still countless stormy waves waiting to be resisted in front of him.

The little half-immortal has his established direction, Mo Liunian is either a gorgeous cloud beside him, or a long projection behind him, and the years are like water, when he is getting old, is he willing to still take her with him?

All the way to the youth as a companion, like a river flowing endlessly, or gentle, or rapid, stop and go.

Mo is on the flow of the year, and the line and chanting, the mountain is heavy, the water is heavy, the cloud is a journey, and the geese are a journey.

Let time sink and rise again.

Keep an obsession, regardless of the sun and moon, the time is fleeting, and the old shadow is still there.

The seasons have changed and changed, and the clouds have secretly sent the lonely bird several times, and the smoke waves have detoured to Shazhu several times.

A rain of smoke and rain has soaked the past, and you are still far, far ahead.

The cold wind is raging, the frost and snow are like knives, the wind is deafening, and the chill is heard in people's hearts, the sea is boundless, the waves are surging, and the sound of the waves is like muffled thunder rolling, which shocks people's hearts.

In the midst of this, there is a melodious sound of flute, coming from the top of a towering iceberg, with a long love thread, standing with the iceberg in the midst of the stormy snow and stormy waves.

Mo Liunian felt that he knew the deepest meaning of the little half-immortal hidden in his heart.

Perhaps there, the surging of emotions is more intense than the furious waves of this snow wave.

And Mo Liunian also felt it, just like this headwind and waves, blowing his clothes straight to his skin.

And at the most critical moment, Mo Liunian stood in front of him and performed the fire control technique, a fireball quickly formed in the palm of her hand, the fireball became bigger and bigger, and when the snow waves came down, the fireball should also come out from time to time.

No matter what the ending is, she has done her best, Mo Liunian turned around and threw herself into the arms of the little half-immortal, even if it is really difficult to escape death now, although there are many regrets, but her heart is warm, because there is a little half-immortal by her side, and she is not alone.

The falling flowers are flying, and the remaining tenderness is still looking at and reminiscing.

Mo Liunian didn't know if he was still waiting for someone to turn around and look back after this winter.

The ups and downs of the lights on the other side, shrouded in earthly smoke and dust, as the autumn fades away, and you can't wait for the reincarnation of fate.

I saw that Mo Liunian's back did not enter the golden mang, and he lowered his fingers, and the sword light of Futu exploded, and the heaven and earth were swept by the strong wind.

The next moment, the hopeless snow sea was stormy, and the little half-immortal and Mo Liunian cast a spell together, and the clouds seemed to be smashed hard, and the Nine Heavens Realm shook violently.

Hearing the sound of her clothes, Li Shubai finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned to look at her. Outside the door, the plum fell like snow, and the scattered petals were swept into the house by the wind, brushing her ears and hitting his cheeks. The soft touch, with the dark fragrance on her body, suddenly made his heart ripple with huge ripples. Like a storm of wind, it poured down and drowned out his consciousness. He couldn't take it anymore and hurried towards her departing back. Before Huang Zibian could turn back, he had already raised his arms and hugged her tightly.

The wind is whistling, the tide is roaring, and it seems that thousands of troops and horses are coming from afar. The coconut groves on the shore are dancing and swinging, undulating like a tide. In the blink of an eye, the moonlight suddenly hidden, and immediately the ground was black, and he couldn't distinguish his five fingers. Suddenly, the soles of my feet shook a little.

The huge fireball burned most of the snow waves, but it was not enough to change their fate, and the only thing the little demi-immortal could do was to hold on to the person in his arms and not let go.

The lights in the distance, flowing from the field of vision like a long river, the starlight and moonlight, stored in the oncoming wind, the chasing soldiers behind them are still there, but the rushing shouts are as far away as a dream.

Or this is in a dream, the noise is actually silence, the chase is actually staying, the heartbeat is actually quiet, the sigh is actually joy, all things in heaven and earth, the mood of nirvana, the flowers bloom on the water.

The torrential rain in the Southern Wilderness came and went as fast as usual. When it goes down, it seems that the heavenly river is poured, and the waterfall is like, a gust of wind passes, when the clouds disperse and the rain is harvested, the ground is running all over the eyes, and the sky is more vivid on the head.

I don't know how long it took, but the storm finally passed after a raging catharsis, and the surroundings calmed down.

When they dispersed, the sky was clear, and a thunderclap cut off all the ways they came, and there was no way to meet. When you get together, it will rain densely, covering your deep affection, and the pieces will wither, break and break, and fall into the world with the rain.

At this time, the snow was surprisingly quiet, silent under the encirclement of night, endless snowflakes descended from the farthest reaches of the earth, and the snow on the earth was thickly piled up into lumpy sponges, and in the silence gave a refreshing feeling, and my heart was immersed in this ethereal, dreamlike situation, with an indescribable elegance

The clouds were pressed very low, and only a blue one flowed from the sky, like a river to heaven, revealing distant snowy peaks, and shimmering blue in the silver ice white. A cloud of smoke flickered on the mountain, as if you were out of the world.

After the violent snowstorm, there was a dead silence in the four fields, and a huge gray three-legged strange bird slowly stopped on the top of the snowy mountain, and a girl slowly fell on the back of the strange bird.

The girl was dressed in a white dress like a light veil, and looked as if she were in the fog of smoke, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

In addition to a head of black hair like a waterfall, the whole body is snow-white, the face is beautiful and vulgar, the color is like the morning glow reflecting the snow without powder, the shoulders are shaved, and the waist is like a plain.

Sitting on the hillside and watching the infinite changes of the sea of clouds, looking at the colorful posture of the white clouds, you will suddenly surge with unrestrained reverie and romance, and follow it to swim far and wide. so much so that you don't want to be your original self.

Every move on the body has its own charm, but there is a coldness in the eyes.

I sat quietly on a rock on the top of Taihe Peak, in the distance, the north side of the mountains are endless, and the sound of the Yellow River is turbulent. Looking at the north, the mountains and rivers are long. The long hair was entangled in the wind, the body was not cold at all, and the fingers stroked the mask in his hand again and again, the bronze mask had been rubbed to shine, and the tears were full of tears, as if seeing the handsome and uncast face, the phoenix eyes were slightly raised, Liao Ruochen Xing, and called me with a smile.

When the moon is full, the tide is rising. Look at the boundless sea, rolling and surging, wave after wave as high as a wave, crashing into the reef, rolling up a few feet high snow waves, violently rushing against the reef by the sea.

Her hand was pressed to her chest like a mountain and a sea, for a heart there was beating so fast, so fast, as if something was about to burst out, and the leaves outside the window were swaying in the mountain wind, and she was a light feather in the wind, so involuntarily, so swept into the whirlpool of whistling.

We went to the waterfront a few times to see the tide rise and fall. When the sun is about to set, it is when the tide rises and falls, and the wind is boiling and the waves are surging, like thousands of horses, galloping and roaring, until dusk, the wind and waves are calm, and a calm beach is revealed.

Jin Cicada meditated for the second time here, and suddenly heard the sound of the wind and waves from the distant sky, followed by the fierce hurricane, sandwiched by thousands of feet of yellow sand, like billions of thunderbolts pouring mountains and seas, surging from the shadows, the black wind is like waves, as if even people want to blow the spirit.

If it was a bright and transparent crystal just now, now it is a sea illuminated by the sun, condensing the brilliance between heaven and earth, and the waves are bright and extinct but deep and boundless. The sea was calmly suspended in front of him, and the sun was shining for eternity. He was slightly dizzy, unable to look into it by himself, and wanted to trek into the deep mushroom that was so bright and vast. But the sea suddenly churned, and the wind and water swept the waves, and the waves were shallow and then deep, but they rushed endlessly, trapping him step by step.

The hour hand plucked my trembling heartstrings again and again, and I hoped that the rain, which had not yet arrived in autumn, would pour down tonight, and I would sing with sincerity and in spite of the rain. Those worries are gradually receding, but through the heart, I know that we are green leaves and red flowers, I must be those green leaves, every day to look up to care about you, will you love. But the wind and frost were thin, and it was too late to give you a leaf of warmth, and one night, it was smashed heavily on the cold street.

In the light rain, holding an umbrella, standing concentrating on the edge of the lake, I saw that the lake was covered with crystal blisters, flowers, sparkling, like countless fish floating out of the water, blinking their eyes together, accompanied by rustling music. If the wind rises suddenly, the black clouds roll, the branches of the trees shake, and the flowers and plants tilt, at this moment, the lake is not frightened, does not chase the wind, nor chases the waves, but only with anger on its face, wrinkled and rippled, and it is even more unfathomable.

At this time, the sound of the tide became louder, and the voices of the two were gradually muffled, only to see a white line in the distance, slowly moving in the moonlight. Suddenly, the cold is pressing, the white line is moving closer and closer, the sound is like thunder, the tide is like the snow ridge of the jade city, coming from the sky, the momentum is extremely majestic. The closer the tide gets, the louder the sound becomes, like a million army charging, moving forward in the sound of golden drums.

Water has no beginning or end, it only flows, but it always flows. The mountain is high and the moon is small, it wants to drip, the rocks pierce the air, it wants to shoot the shore, meet the mountains and valleys, and become rivers, lakes and seas. At this moment the water is on the plain, and the rush is all gone, and it slows down, and one gentle turn pushes another gentle turn, endlessly, and even the stones are polished to be all round and strong, and they just don't know what to do, and go down the river.

The eldest grandson Wuji stroked her satin-like black hair, his fingers poured down between the smooth flowing hair, as if more than three years had passed in an instant, she was on the other side of the red dust, and he waded into the water, for this thrilling and lingering encounter, he did not hesitate to meet the future of the haze layer after that.

He lived on Peach Blossom Island when he was a child, and knew that the tide on the seaside had a letter, and it rose once a day at two o'clock in the meridian. The sound of the tide became louder and louder, and the boom was like thousands of horses' hooves striking the ground at the same time, but when I saw a white line rushing towards the shore, this momentum was even more powerful than the thunder and lightning.

I have to go to the beach alone every day. The sea is quiet, like a natural mirror, the blue sky and white clouds are reflected so clearly. The sea is alive, and the layers of white waves rise against the wind, accompanied by the jumping sun, chasing, and frolicking. The sea is smiling, the waves are the wrinkles when she laughs, the whirlpools formed by the waves are the dimples when she laughs, and the sound of the waves crashing against the reef is her joyful laughter. The sea is sometimes worried, and the waves roll in the yellow sand, surging and majestic.

"Wow-" The river under the mountain washed over the rocks again and again, making a huge noise. Countless people fell from above into the river, never to be alive again. The sound of the river rolling like a tremor, as far as it was near, came back again and again by everyone's eardrums. In the dark night, the river around Xiaoyulou Mountain seems to be dyed with a layer of blood red. It's infiltrating!

Suddenly, the south wind was blowing, the water vapor was all gone, and the sky was clear and clear, but there were still many huge clouds, white like cotton wool, black like thick smoke, changing like a continuous group of mountains, like a crowded flock of sheep, like a galloping and erected war horse, rolling northward. One moment it was covered by the sun, and the next it suddenly shone away, revealing a clear blue sky, and a scorching daylight sprinkled down the earth. One by one, the shadows of the clouds swept across the land.

Looking down from the high sky, the falling snow is like a rushing flood, fiercely rushing to the bottom of the valley, and under the natural power of heaven, insignificant human beings are like ants, instantly swallowed by the falling ice and snow. The avalanche lasted for a short time, and it was not long before peace was restored to the heavens and the earth, and the valley floor was completely changed, and the vast ice and snow covered all the depressions, like a giant spirit's palm, erasing all traces of life.

A note follows a note, and a note surrounds a note. They intertwined, they surged upwards, they fell back to where they came. The notes swirled forward like a whirlpool in the sea. Wave after wave. The white waves rose to a high place, and they couldn't help themselves, turning back! rippling, repeating, whirling. All notes chase the same note, all notes surround the same note!

The force of the hoop increased to her strength, and the young man hugged her tightly, gagged her again, and lingered with her passionately...... They stood in the setting sun, the clouds and smoke rolling, the heavens and the earth were red, and the cranes were soaring. Under the gaze of the gods and Buddhas, witness this lost and regained strong love.

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