At the foot of Beiling Mountain, in a tavern in Yingge Town, several Jianghu Caomang are talking.

One of them, a big man with two swords, said loudly: "Have you heard? That witch has already defeated several geniuses on the rookie list, and now she is rushing to the North Scale Sword Pool, it seems that she wants to challenge Na Luoxu." ”

A person next to him was puzzled: "An Li said that this witch is so strong, why hasn't she heard of a reputation! The little devil of the Twelve Sects of the Western Regions is quite famous in our Central Plains!"

"Hey, who knows! Anyway, she must be from the Western Regions, and she is full of demonic energy, I hope that our Central Plains can suppress her genius. Otherwise, it's a shame!"

The other shouted, "Drunken Qianjun and Junzi Jian haven't made a move yet! ”

"That's it, what this benevolent brother said is reasonable. ”

A few days ago, a woman wearing a bloody robe suddenly appeared in the Cold Knife Sect, and as soon as the woman came up, she named and challenged the tenth rookie list, Ye Batu, the eldest disciple of the Cold Knife Sect, Ye Batu responded to the battle, but was defeated by the three swords.

And not long after, the three swords in Cangyue City defeated Bai Luoluo, the daughter of the Cangyue Sword Fairy.

On the way to Taixuanmen, she encountered the obstacle of Zhao Fengmang, the eleventh on the rookie list, and the result was still the same.

And when everyone thought that Zhang Mengji, who was ranked sixth on the rookie list of the chief disciples of Taixuanmen, could win, the result was that Zhang Mengji was defeated, and the defeat was a mess.

Two days later, in the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa, Xue Fengchen's ice and snow strength was exhausted, and the result was still defeated, but the better thing was that Xue Fengchen was not so embarrassed to lose, and he was defeated after thirty moves.

For a while, her identity was thoroughly investigated by all the forces on the rivers and lakes, but the only news that came to her was that she was from the Western Regions.

In the North Scale Sword Ping, a woman in a blood robe stood with a sword.

Several Sword Pool disciples held their swords in front of them, looking at her with fierce eyes.

At this moment, in the sword washing pool in the back mountain, Zhao Wushuang opened his eyes, and a ghostly light shot out of the surrounding sword intent.

Turning his head and smiling: "Brother Han, there seems to be a good show ahead, do you want to go?"

"Ahh

"You'll find out when you go!"

Han Chuan said, "Okay! Let's go." ”

The three of them bypassed the Wind and Snow Ridge and came to a half-high hillside on the edge of Jianping.

Han Chuan looked over and saw that on the huge sword floor, a blood-robed woman stood with a sword, looking out of place with her surroundings.

"Who is this woman?

Zhao Wushuang smiled: "Be confident, remove the word feeling." ”

"Oh!"

In the Northern Scale Sword Pavilion, a man in green clothes sat cross-legged on a high seat, his eyes closed.

In front of him, a young man in white called out softly, "Master!"

The man on the high seat did not open his eyes, but sighed softly, "Go!"

"Yes!"

The white light flashed away.

Zhao Wushuang narrowed his eyes lightly and said, "It's here!"

"What's coming?" Han Chuan was puzzled.

Before the words fell, a white light fell from a distance on the sword floor, more than ten feet away from the witch.

Zhao Wushuang looked at the man in white and said softly: "Luo Xu, fourth on the rookie list!"

Han Chuan exclaimed, "What! is he Luo Xu, the senior brother of the third generation of Sword Pool?"

"Exactly!"

Han Chuan was a little excited, "I earned it, I didn't expect to be able to watch the battle of the strong with my own eyes, who is that woman who dares to challenge Luo Xu?"

Zhao Wushuang said: "Who knows!

The two of them were silent on the sword floor, only to see Luo Xuan suddenly draw his sword, and the snow around him stopped instantly, and a white rainbow suddenly appeared in front of the witch.

Zhao Wushuang was slightly surprised: "What a strong true qi!"

Luo Xu's long sword slashed, the witch was cut dozens of feet away, Luo Xu's ice sword rose again, and the sword was overwhelming.

The witch has been defending, and the red sword in her hand has not been drawn.

Han Chuan laughed and said, "Sure enough!

Wan'er, who had never spoken, said: "That's not necessarily!"

Sure enough, before Wan'er finished speaking, the witch's long sword that had been defending was suddenly unsheathed.

In an instant, the reddish-brown blood qi stained the surrounding white snow, and the witch's side gathered a thick blood-red true qi.

"This is!" Zhao Wushuang and Wan'er looked at each other.

Han Chuan was also shocked: "This is the practice of the Demon Dao!"

Zhao Wushuang nodded lightly, "Not only is it a demonic path exercise, this is the secret book "Blood Sorrow Mantra" that has long been banned in the Nine Shadows Palace! This exercise has obviously not dared anyone to practice for a long time, even if she is from the Nine Shadows Palace, it is impossible!"

Zhao Wushuang was a little puzzled: "Could it be the so-called "night" of the new palace master?" He turned his head to look at Wan'er.

Wan'er also shook her head in confusion.

The long swords collided, and the deafening sound of metal crashing began, and Luo Xuan was knocked away and rolled against the ground.

After rolling a few feet away, Luo Xuan was furious in his heart, and the long sword was slammed into the stone slab before he slowly stopped his body.

The witch stood with her sword in her hand, and did not continue to attack, but looked at Luo Xu with interest.

I saw Luo Xu's face slightly pale, he pulled out his long sword, stretched out his slender fingers to wipe the sword body, and suddenly, a fierce aura came out, Luo Xu slammed the long sword into the ground, and several dragon shadows gathered by ice and snow were wrapped around him.

"Interesting!" the corners of the witch's mouth curled slightly, and her breath soared, and the blood-red true qi turned into a round ball to envelop her.

At this time, a white-haired old man appeared after the three of them, the old man had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and although there were several wrinkles on his slashed face, it was not difficult to see that he was handsome when he was young.

"The Blood Sorrow Curse hasn't been alive for many years!"

Zhao Wushuang turned his head suddenly, in this cold weather, he actually had some cold sweat, and he was able to get close to him quietly within a zhang, so if he wanted to kill him, it was only a moment.

Wan'er was the same as Zhao Wushuang, and Han Chuan exclaimed, "When did the old man appear, and how could the old man be dressed so thinly on such a cold day?"

The old man was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile: "It's okay, I've been used to living here for many years!" With that, he looked at Zhao Wushuang, and then skimmed the ink scale sword behind Zhao Wushuang.

"Sure enough, it's a heroic boy!"

Zhao Wushuang clenched his fists and bowed: "I've seen my predecessors!"

"Hmm!" the old man nodded slightly, and looked at the two of them.

Han Chuan said nervously: "Brother Mo, who will win!"

Zhao Wushuang said solemnly, "I don't know, but that woman has a bigger chance of winning!"

"Why!"

Zhao Wushuang muttered, "Because the sad curse has been accomplished!"

The old man on the side smiled knowingly.

Sure enough, hundreds of spells lit up on the witch's blood-red long sword, and the blood-colored spells rotated against the long sword, and the surrounding blood qi continued to expand.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Luo Xu forcibly pulled out his long sword, and a dragon power came out, and Luo Xu's toe touched the long sword of the bearer's ice breath and slashed through the falling snow.

The blood beside the witch violently withdrew into the blood sword, and the blood sword slashed out, and dense spells poured out.

Boom!

The two swords collided, and the snow-white sword qi was entangled with the blood-red sword spell, and a large area of stone slabs was lifted, and the entire sword flat was billowing with smoke and dust.

A long sword was shocked against the stone wall in the distance, and the tail of the sword buzzed and trembled.

Han Chuan's mouth opened slightly, and his expression was incredible.

After a while, the smoke and dust cleared, and the scattered snow continued to fall, but it never fell on the sword floor.

A soft sigh came out.

I saw that on the sword floor, Luo Xuan covered his abdomen with one hand and kept panting, and blood was dripping down.

In the distance, the witch stood with her sword in hand.

The wind blows

Blowing her long snow-white hair.

She turned around, "The Northern Scale Sword Technique is worthy of its name!"

Under the gaze of everyone, the witch slowly left.

Han Chuan turned his head with difficulty and asked, "Luo Xu, just lost?"

Zhao Wushuang smiled: "Otherwise!"

Han Chuan sighed, turned around dejectedly, and suddenly found that the old man was gone.

"Brother Mo, where was the old man just now!"

Zhao Man said casually: "Oh! Maybe I've left a long time ago! It's so cold this day!"

Han Chuan said: "It's too!"

In fact, after the old man left, a sentence echoed in Zhao Wushuang's ears that only he could hear.

"You have a relationship with my sword pool, come more!"

Zhao Wushuang shrugged the ink scales behind him and muttered, "It's related to you!"

Wan'er winked at Zhao Wushuang, and Zhao Wushuang comprehended.

Said to Han Chuan: "Brother Han, today is not only fortunate to have a view of the sword pool, but also to see such a wonderful battle, I am already satisfied, I think of the advice of the elders in the family, and I am ready to go down the mountain!"

Han Chuan nodded and said, "Yes, then Brother Mo Nalan girl, go back quickly! Don't let the people in the family worry!"

Zhao Wushuang smiled knowingly, hugged his fists and said: "Then let's green mountains and green waters will not change for a long time, and the rivers and lakes will see you again!"

"Goodbye!"

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After the frost falls, the breeze comes first.

Halfway through, Zhao Wushuang said softly: "It's going to be winter!"

Wan'er next to her smiled.

"Yes, is Childe cold?"

Zhao Wushuang raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It's cold!"

"What then?" Wan'er asked, tilting her head.

"Hmm...."Zhao Wushuang suddenly jumped onto Wan'er's horse, wrapping his hands around Wan'er.

"Hey, hey, so it won't be cold!"

Wan'er lowered her head and blushed slightly, and she didn't know if it was caused by this cold weather, or what?

The fierce horses galloped on the snow-covered official road, and the splashed snowflakes scattered in the air and slowly fell.

The boy is still the boy after all!