Snowstorms.

A sword light is cold.

This is a sword that burns out life, and there is absolutely no reason for it to be missed.

Let that silver-white dragon dance wildly in the wind and snow.

The City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City had already done his best to retreat.

He began to burn Yuan Force, Soul Power, and even began to burn the Shou Yuan of this body!

A huge mist rose from the wind and snow, and the hoarse roar of the Silver City City Lord looked weak and hasty under this sword.

He no longer concealed the fact that he was too void, and frantically urged this anti-heavenly phase, but unfortunately, since he got out of the ghost gate, he would have needed a long period of self-cultivation to recover to his peak state.

The return to the world is too vain, and it is really too weak.

He backed back as best he could, but he was only half a foot away from the tip of the sword.

This half foot avoids the center of the eyebrows.

However, the left arm that stretched out forward could no longer retreat, and it could no longer avoid the dazzling edge that was rare for a hundred years in terms of sword intent and momentum.

Red Yi'er knew that this sword could not miss.

Therefore, Mu Hongyi, who was born in a sword-forging family since he was a child, only has the basic moves that are so simple that they can't be simpler.

Stabbing swords, hanging swords, flirting swords, point swords, splitting swords, breaking swords, cutting swords, cutting wrists...... These swordsmanship moves, which were so basic that they could no longer be basic, were handed out in a simpler way.

Because Mu Hongyi didn't care where this sword would fall.

This handing of the sword is good wherever it falls.

Eyebrows, eyes, nose, nose, facial features, arms, lungs, chest.

Just fall.

After the sword is handed over, after it falls, what will happen and what will be the end...... Mu Hongyi didn't care about it all.

She just wanted to hand over the sword.

Give everything you have.

So the moment the sword blade staggered with the left arm that had not had time to be withdrawn, Mu Hongyi's sword move changed.

Turn the thorn into a slash.

Slash down.

Hongyi'er's face was calm, and he put away his sword.

In the wind and snow, a stream of blood spurted out—

The blood that shot out in a row was quickly covered with a layer of blue frost and white before it could fall in mid-air, and then it was frozen into ice slag.

In the next second, he was shocked into powder by the sword qi in the sky!

The city lord of the Wind and Snow Silver City turned pale, his lips were bloodless, and he trembled and retreated.

He held his left arm to shoulder level, covered in a grim white like a 10,000-year-old glacier, stopping all the scarlet blood that was about to erupt.

There...... Empty.

The sound of "bang" falling to the ground.

What fell to the ground was an intact left arm with five fingers still open, and the broken arm was flat, as if it had been cut off by the best swordsman in the world with the best sword!

And this left arm was indeed cut off by the best swordsman in the world, with the best sword.

Cut off together, there was also a half-seated fluttering silver-white mantle.

Now it's floating to the ground.

All...... It's all dusty.

Hongyi'er handed out the sword, and there was an extra flush on his pale face, as if the 10,000-year-old snow-capped mountain had begun to melt and was no longer cold.

The city lord of Wind and Snow Silver City covered his severed arm, and his lips began to tremble.

The sword severed his left arm.

He should have been angry, he should have hated, and he should have taken a desperate move to completely wipe out this woman in red who had died in this world.

And at this moment, in his eyes, overshadowed by anger and hatred, there was a look called fear.

The woman in red, holding a sword in both hands, kept a sword handed out, and turned into a slashing posture in the air.

It was this slash that cut off one of his left arms.

And at this moment, the black dragon and white phoenix that were behind the red cloth and fueled the sword momentum turned into white mist in the wind and snow, slowly fluttering and overflowing, and finally all dissolved.

This sword is not only a world-class edge.

The city lord of Fengxue Silver City was stunned to see that the woman in red who should have died, the dead qi in her body...... It no longer exists!

What about the dead air?

Where did it go?!

His pupils shrank, and he thought of a possibility.

He looked at the place where his left arm was broken.

This is where the sword comes into contact.

The pitch-black color visible to the naked eye is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and it is like a flame lit in the dark night, burning, penetrating, and devouring the severed arm!

A man's painful roar and shout came from inside Luoyang City, like an avalanche in the Great Snow Mountain of the Dragon's Back, and the Yuan Force exploded thickly, causing a continuous collapse.

Mu Hongyi, who stood with his sword closed, had an indifferent face, his temples were fluttering, and his black hair was stained with a wisp of white in the wind and snow, like an immortal in the sky.

The women's sword fairy is nothing more than that.

Over the years, the dead qi accumulated in her body has risen and cannot be dissipated, but can only be suppressed until it can no longer be suppressed, just like the sword that is locked in the sword box of the black dragon and white phoenix, and can no longer hide its edge.

How to choose?

Naturally, it is out of the sheath.

Hand over the sword.

Hand it all out.

All life, all the effort, and all the dead air.

All handed out.

A huge amount of dead qi burned sticky and burning in the left arm of the city lord of the Wind and Snow Silver City, like sinking iron into the water and falling, and desperately drilling down where the broken arm was extended.

Luck.

It's the most elusive and uncontrollable thing in the world.

Like karma, it can only be calamitized, not avoided.

The City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City fell to the ground, his right hand desperately covering the place where his left arm was broken, where a piece of frost covered the wound, but it looked pale and powerless under the burning of black qi, unable to resist the erosion of the most ruthless rules in the world.

He stared at the woman in red who had burned everything out just to hand over the sword.

The Silver City City Lord let out a hoarse cry of pain, not only because of the pain of a broken arm, but also because of the pain of a broken arm.

And in the ghost gate for countless years, the pain experienced is more than these combined.

He simply wanted to rely on his hoarse voice to vent his anger.

After this, his throat continued to burst out of his throat with dirty words that were difficult to understand, hatred, resentment, and invectives mixed with blood, but it seemed childish and ridiculous.

The wind and snow are curtain, except for the red-clothed man who is standing with his sword closed, no one can see the ugliness of the city lord of the wind and snow silver city at the moment.

The man who stood at the top of the world and once looked down on the world, after coming out of the ghost gate, became a disgusting and disgusting character.

The red clothed man who stood barefoot on the green frost ignored these dirty words and said softly: "After practicing for so many years, you should have known that for a person, the skin and the soul contained in it are two completely different things. ”

"You can change your body, or you can change another body. Her face was calm: "It doesn't matter how many bodies you change, this soul who was locked in the ghost gate and suffered calamity, disgusting and disgusting, will never be replaced." ”

The city lord of Wind and Snow Silver City was still screaming and insulting loudly.

The great cultivator who was in the Holy Land of the Northern Plains has now been reduced to the appearance of a shrew who only knows how to hate and scold.

It's a laughable scene.

Red didn't smile.

She put away her sword and stood and looked at the Tiansu Tower.

The gaze penetrates the curtain of the three-foot wind and snow.

She handed over all the dead air, the last sword.

So in her body, all the dead qi and black qi that had been bothering her for many years no longer existed.

There was an extra flush on her face.

It's just that this blush is not a blush of regaining vitality.

It's a return to the light.

That sword was more than just dead air.

All.

It's all.

Including vitality, of course.

From beginning to end, she was just a dying person.

Handing over that sword can't change the ending.

She just didn't want to go to the so-called "death" as the city lord of Silver City said.

Mu Hongyi looked at the black-clothed young man on the roof of the Tianshu building in a daze.

Do not accept fate.

Yes.

She didn't accept her fate.

What "breaking the moment", what "checkmate", she doesn't recognize these.

She only recognized the sword in her hand, and the few others.

In the fragmentary memory fragments, most of them are lifting swords to kill, collecting swords to restore their lives, covering their faces in Qi Liangda, covering their hearts tightly, leaving no room for others to contact.

No...... Strictly speaking, if you don't have a heart, where is the so-called leeway?

Then the tide generally rolled up, and there was only the memory after crossing the Qi River.

There is no need to kill people when you lift a sword, and you don't need to regain your life when you collect a sword.

Those who have no heart can also empty their chests, move a little distance, and keep them for thought.

Red Yi'er smiled for no reason.

Is this a memory before dying?

She looked at the blurred black clothes on the roof of Tianshu Building, and murmured softly, "Yi Xiao." ”

During the night talk in Sky Wolf City, His Royal Highness once said the origin of his name.

......

......

["Actually, I'm not greedy, it's good to live."] Yi Xiao held her cheek with one hand, and drew circles on the table with the other, "I know that some people want me to die, in fact, I sometimes think that if I can't find the medicine king, I can't continue my life, just wait quietly for death...... Isn't it easy, isn't it simple, isn't it that you don't need to think about so many troubles? My father named me Xiao Yi, in fact, many things are not easy at all, it is really difficult. If it were possible, I think the current name would be pretty good: Yi Xiao...... Yi Xiao Yi Xiao, although many things are difficult to do, but chic is always easy, if I can't find the elixir, I will find a chic way to die, such as hanging......?

......

......

Extremely cold jokes.

So the red clothes didn't laugh.

In fact, she listened carefully to everything Yi Xiao said that night.

She just didn't know what to do.

So Hongyi'er could only close her eyes to avoid the embarrassment of being speechless after looking at each other.

And when she hesitated to open her eyes, got up and replied casually, there was already warmth on her back, a thin coat, and someone really thought she was asleep.

Hongyi'er stroked her sideburns, thinking about the thoughts in her heart at that time.

Asleep......

Then fall asleep.

She never cared about that.

So...... When the three-foot snow in front of you dissipates, maybe the soul is scattered?

Maybe it's just falling asleep.

Whatever?

Mu Hongyi suddenly laughed.

The City Lord of Fengxue Silver City, who was sitting on the ground, looked at this excessively beautiful woman in amazement, and even if he cursed viciously and resentfully, he couldn't help but stop for a minute.

Hongyi'er knew that she was born beautiful, but she didn't know how beautiful she was when she laughed at the moment.