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Wu Qingyao stared at her deep eyes, and suddenly felt a kind of queen-like depth and demeanor in her body, it turned out that she was not as fragile as she imagined - but strong and distressing.

Wu Qingyao smiled lightly, and she was a little worried about Qi Wang Luo's destiny in her heart.

After being silent for a long time, Wu Qingyao suddenly said: "Since we know that Qiu Nanzhi's provocation of the study is a declaration of war on the study in disguise, then don't we care?"

Luo Xixi shook his head: "Mu Wan'er is not his opponent, which means that his strength is at least in the Yu Mansion Realm, with our strength it will not help at all, but it will damage the face of the study." ”

She smiled lightly and continued, "Moreover, I'm waiting for someone." ”

Wu Qingyao was stunned: "Who?"

Luo Xixi said in a deep voice: "My imperial brother, the son of King Qi, Luo Mubai." ”

"What are you waiting for him to do?"

Luo Xixi said: "Wait for him to fight with Qiu Nan." ”

"Since you said that Qiu Nanzhi is the person of King Qi, how could Luo Mubai do something to Qiu Nanzhi?"

Luo Xixi's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, the corners of his mouth flashed with a confident smile, and he said leisurely: "Because I always feel that my imperial brother is a good person." ”

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The snow is getting deeper.

Qiu Nanzhi's hat was also covered with a thick layer of snow.

He slowly raised his head, his black and white eyes gradually flattened, staring at the snowflakes in the sky, they were extremely white, like beautiful.

People can dirty snow, but snow doesn't dirty people.

But Qiu Nanzhi thought that if this snow fell on him unlucky, it would lose its own pure white and simple in an instant.

He shook his head slightly, not allowing himself to continue thinking about it, and the snowflakes above his head fluttered down from the eaves.

Qiu Nanzhi's eyes suddenly widened, and he swept towards the crowd: "Hasn't Xi Fan come yet?"

As soon as the words fell, someone took over: "It's coming." ”

The crowd suddenly boiled, and their eyes turned around like a keen hound, trying to find Xi Fan's figure.

At this moment, a long figure slowly paced out of the crowd.

He was dressed in an azure coarse cloth robe, his black hair was tied with a simple crown, and there were dots of stubble under his chin.

Xi Fan's people are just like his name, extremely ordinary. If he was placed in the crowd, he would undoubtedly become a foil for others, but he didn't care at all, but liked the feeling of being hidden.

Qiu Nanzhi stared at him: "Actually, I noticed you a long time ago. ”

He smiled slightly, and continued, "Because I haven't felt such murderous sword intent for a long time. ”

Xi Fan pulled out the Pu knife on his waist with a "choking" sound, and in the snow, his Pu knife looked silver and shiny, and said with a light smile: "I know, you are also a knife cultivator." ”

Qiu Nanzhi nodded lightly and affirmed.

Then Qiu Nanzhi's words changed: "Actually, what I'm curious about is why did it take you so long to stand up?"

The voice was indifferent, as if he was really asking, and there was no ridicule at all.

Xi Fan said with a smile: "It's not a very pleasant thing to be suddenly disturbed by others when you are watching the snow alone. ”

Qiu Nanzhi nodded: "You're right. ”

Xi Fan continued: "And I'm also waiting." ”

Qiu Nanzhi asked, "What are you waiting for?"

"Wait until the snow doesn't reach your ankles. ”

Xi Fan had a simple knife in his palm, the cold light was shining, and as soon as the knife light was displayed, it was cut out in an instant.

The light of this knife was fast and fierce, Qiu Nanzhi suddenly had time to think, and the miserable white palm under the pitch-black robe suddenly poked out, and at this moment, a knife also appeared in his hand.

The knife didn't look sharp, on the contrary, it was even a little dull.

It looks like a woodcutter.

But the sharpness of the blade is nowhere near as sharp as that of a woodcutter.

Qiu Nanzhi's rock-like palm waved the knife out, and with a "ding" sound, the two knives collided, and suddenly there were sparks bursting out, and the fire engulfed the blade of the knife, and it didn't reach the handle.

Between the blades touching, Xi Fan said in a deep voice: "What kind of knife are you? sluggish, dull, and without killing intent." ”

Qiu Nanzhi said seriously: "This knife is called a murder knife. ”

The two rolled over and retreated, the soles of their feet submerged in the thick snow, and then they stood up and clashed again.

In the snowflakes, the slender and burly figures of the two disappeared in place like ghosts, only to see the sword flashing and the phantom rising and falling.

Xi Fan's knife technique was extremely strange, his wrist was skillfully moving, and the sword light was cut out of his hand, as if shrouded in a misty mist, and no one could see the change.

Although Qiu Nanzhi's complexion changed slightly, he still did not lose his serenity, and said with a light smile: "It's a little interesting." ”

As he spoke, he slashed out three knives in succession, these three knives were not only urgent and fast, but the parts of the stabbing were all his key points, if his knife technique was compared to the knife technique, everyone may not be considered to be the peak, but its ruthlessness and trickiness are rare.

Qiu Nanzhi's eyes suddenly flashed with a cruel, beast-like blue light, and he was really as fierce as a beast, as if his life was born to kill and slaughter.

He is a killer, a born killer - this is what the right minister said to him from an early age.

He is also convinced of this.

Xi Fan's sword light entangled around him like a poisonous snake, but after Qiu Nanzhi slashed out a few knives in succession, it was easily resolved, so that Xi Fan never touched his clothes.

Xi Fan's color changed slightly, his eyes flashed in an instant, he took a step back, and with a clever turn of his wrist, he pulled out a knife flower, and countless knife flowers quickly condensed into a precise knife curtain in the air.

Occasionally, there are gaps left by Xi Fan's pretended omission.

Qiu Nanzhi smiled indifferently, how could that gap escape from his sharp eyes, and he smiled secretly, he was confident that he would not be hurt in the slightest if he hit his knife curtain.

"Snort!"

Qiu Nanzhi took a woodcutter in his palm and folded three times in the air, and his figure like light smoke was already shuttling through the stormy knife curtain.

Xi Fan turned around and retreated, and then Huo Ran turned around, and the soles of his feet that were submerged in the thick snow kicked up a snowflake violently, and there was a sharp knife hidden in it.

Although the knife is small, it is like a knife and axe on the side of the neck and a silver needle next to the heart.

With just a slight force, it is enough to splatter blood and then break off.

Qiu Nanzhi's rock-like calm wrist actually shook at this moment, he hissed, his body bent suddenly, trying his best to dodge, and the next moment, the knife flew past his neck.

If there is a difference of a fraction, Qiu Nanzhi is only afraid of dying on the spot.

Qiu Nanzhi's eyes narrowed into a line, staring at Xi Fan and said, "You obviously have a chance to kill me, why do you want to remind me?"

What he was referring to was naturally the sentence in Xi Fan's mouth before - I was also waiting, waiting for the snow to reach my ankles.

If it weren't for Xi Fan's words, Qiu Nanzhi would not have paid so much attention to Xi Fan's feet, let alone dodge this fatal knife.

Xi Fan said lightly: "Since I borrowed snow, I should remind you for fairness." ”

Qiu Nanzhi's expression suddenly changed very strangely, and he stared at Xi Fan tightly as if he was in disbelief.

He is a killer, a killer who always knows how to kill, and he doesn't care about this so-called fairness at all.

Qiu Nanzhi said coldly: "But I won't show mercy because of fairness." ”

Xi Fan shrugged: "It's up to you." ”

As he spoke, the Pu knife in his hand dragged out from the bottom up, and the round knife light slashed down like a rock, and the blade went straight to Qiu Nanzhi's throat.

Qiu Nanzhi's palm chopping wood knife, the green light is shining, the knife is more fierce, as if the iron wrist ring cleverly matches the elbow, the blade slashes out, and it falls impartially on the tip of Xi Fanpu's knife.

With a "ding" sound, Xi Fan's wrist trembled violently, and the nerves in his entire arm were instantly paralyzed.

The Pu knife flew out of his hand and plunged deep into the earth and stones.

Qiu Nan's palm chopping wood knife light stretched forward again, and Huo Huo's knife light approached Xi Fan's face.

Between the lightning and flint, the knife suddenly stopped a foot away in front of Xi Fan's throat, although Qiu Nan's knife was swift, but the pause was still so natural, even the woodcutter in his hand did not tremble.

The eyes of the two people met together, as if they suddenly condensed in the air.

In the snow, look at each other for a long time.

Qiu Nanzhi suddenly looked up at the snowy sky, and laughed at himself: "I should go." ”

He simply turned around and walked very fast, as if he didn't want the snowflakes to fall on him.

Suddenly, someone said, "Wait." ”

Following the voice, there was a man in an inky black robe leaning on the tree, and in the twilight, I saw that his eyes were like bright stars, and his face was beautiful, like a girl who had not left the boudoir, but his expression was gentle and his demeanor was chic, but it was not comparable to any woman in the world.

His whole body seemed to be spotless, and his whole body seemed to be pure and clean, as if the clouds were hanging down from the nine heavens.

Luo Mubai, dressed in black, has a white heart.

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