Within a mile radius of the wooden house, the snow trembled, and the snow surged up, and people were held in an astonishing cohesion.

Chen Wanjuan, who was standing in front of the wooden house, had a hideous face, and he grabbed Wei Ling's shirt with one hand.

"Boom-"

The snow is surging and runs through like a dragon.

In the swaying purple clothes, his body was like a swimming fish, moving forward suddenly, but not retreating, and the plain hand that had been pressing on the hilt of the wooden sword was clenching the hilt of the sword at the moment.

The sword light was like a thunderbolt in the heavy snow, and it slashed from the bottom to the top with a slam.

The material of that wooden sword was simple, it was just an ancient tree randomly found from the mountains near the snowfield in the Western Regions, it was quite tough, and with the blessing of Wei Lingshan's vitality, it could easily cut off the head of the ninth grade.

In this large snowfield, the most active are the spies of Senluodao and Tianque.

The wooden sword had already severed the heads of nearly a dozen eyeless villains, and this was the last time it was unsheathed.

When Wei Lingshan was confronted, he had silently instilled a lot of vitality, and the thunder flashed out of the sheath, like a snake writhing, cutting a narrow passage in the heavy snow.

Chen Wanjuan's eyes narrowed, the speed of the purple clothes was too fast, the route was uncertain, even if he held a wooden sword, he could still split a thousand troops in the heavy snow, as soon as he thought of this, he slammed his palm, within a radius of ten zhang, the snow "poofed" and sunken down, and then passed to twenty zhang and thirty zhang in turn-

The soles of the purple-clothed feet collapsed suddenly, and countless snow gases tore in front of and behind her, her face was still calm, the soles of her feet were slightly wrong, and after kicking the ground, the two huge demon wings behind her "tore and pulled" and unfolded, cutting the snow and wind, like the two sharpest long knives in the world, gently humming, and the sound of gold and iron staggered was deafening!

Chen Wanjuan's pupils shrank.

The purple-clothed woman with huge demon wings disappeared from sight in an instant, and he turned his head to see that the left and right sides were snow-white.

There was a sudden sound of wind in his ears, and Chen Wanjuan's fair cheeks seemed to be gently scraped by paper, and the pleasant sound of broken blood vessels sounded on the snow.

A huge black robe was smashed by a huge force, Chen Wanjuan's reaction was already extremely fast, his hands were raised and folded in front of him, and his feet were still smashed off the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

He looked incredulously at the purple figure that came close to him.

The two huge and ethereal "Dragon Sparrow Feather Wings", the feathers are the wild Yuan Force of the sword qi, enveloping the two of them, like a round ball rising into the air.

Inside the ball, Wei Lingshan took out the wooden long sword with an expressionless face, aimed the tip of the sword at Chen Wanjuan's chest, and the wooden long sword was under the handing of the sword, and it was vigorously promoted against the black robe-

"Ahhh

The young Confucian screamed in pain, not only from the heart-piercing vitality of the wooden long sword, but also from the black robe that fell into his chest, and it was not just that his back had already pressed against the wall of the sword qi of the dragon bird's wings, and it was stabbed with blood.

And from the "too void".

To be more precise, it comes from the "void" of the sky.

All suffering, in the possession of the "void", will be magnified by several, tenfold, or even more.

Wei Lingshan frowned, she sensed the abnormality of "Brother Chen" at the moment, most of the things circulating under the black robe were not entities, but the breath of wind and snow and darkness, and what was stabbed by such a wooden sword happened to be a land of flesh and blood.

She pressed her palm against the wooden sword until the blade could no longer withstand the tremendous pressure, and finally cracked inch by inch.

If it is "Qi Yu", the winner has been divided at this moment.

Chen Wanjuan's back, shrouded in black robes, had been scraped by the sword qi of the dragon feather feather, and this kind of pain was already very bearable.

He raised his head angrily and looked at the woman who had pressed the remaining half of the hilt of the sword to his chest, his voice hoarse and painful: "You did this to me?"

Wei Lingshan narrowed his phoenix eyes, looked at the humanoid monster under the black robe, shook his head and said, "Chen Wanjuan, you only make me feel disgusting. ”

Chen Wanjuan was slightly stunned.

He stiffened his hands and muttered repeatedly, "Disgusting?"

Chen Wanjuan laughed.

Then came the second sound.

His laughter was chilling in the snow.

He squeezed the other hand in his robe.

The palm of that hand has the "string fruit" left to him by the city lord of Yincheng.

"I didn't want to use it......"

"I thought you'd listen to my ......"

The young face under the black robe, which had become extremely hideous because of the loss of control, raised his eyebrows at this moment, and became elegant and handsome again, like a compassionate monk with a sad heart, full of tears, repenting for the sins he was about to create.

Wei Lingshan's heart suddenly trembled.

Her pupils shrank deeply, and the "dragon bird wings" that wrapped the two of them slapped away suddenly, and the distance between herself and Chen Wanjuan was instantly widened, and countless feathers shot out, like arrows shot after the bow was released-

"Whoosh" "Whoosh" "Whoosh"

Chen Wanjuan, who had incarnated as "Taixu", was suspended in the air, slapped backwards by the huge impetus of the pair of wings after they were deployed, he just looked at the direction of Wei Lingshan's escape with compassion, and ignored the several sword qi feathers that shot towards his body.

With the power of the void, the body shape can be transformed between voids, and the dragon bird sword feather that came from it penetrated Chen Wanjuan's huge black robe with almost no resistance.

It's just that it didn't bring out any blood, like piercing through the illusory dream of the mirror, and wearing out a circle of void ripples in the heavy snow.

Only a sword qi feather pierced the black robe fiercely, inserted into the flesh and blood, and the heavy arrow pierced through his chest and back, Chen Wanjuan was chiseled through by the penetrating momentum of this arrow and nailed to the ground, his face was pale, he closed his eyes with a miserable laugh, and silently suffered great pain, but he did not make the slightest sound like before.

The black robe nailed to the snow oozed red blood.

It's like a blooming red flower.

And on the snowfield in the distance, the wind was raging, the sword qi was flying, and the purple shirt seemed to sense that something was wrong, and it turned and changed on the snowfield.

Chen Wanjuan smiled.

The purple dress is erratic, like a panicked butterfly, desperately trying to change direction, desperately trying to escape a path to freedom, but it's a pity......

He clenched his five fingers, and the invisible "cause and effect" in the void spread out.

This is the rule that the world cannot catch up with at great speed.

It's like the day of the Silver City.

Butterfly falls.

The butterfly, longing for freedom, fell on the snowfield and broke its wings.

Chen Wanjuan raised his hands and slowly grasped the huge arrow that pierced his chest and back, and then pulled it up with some difficulty.

His brow furrowed.

The corners of his lips are smiling.

Even the pain that pierces the heart cannot hide the joy in the heart.

On the snowfield, the blood of the black robe no longer flowed, and he slowly stood up and shed the heavy and viscous robe.

Under the black robe, there was a simple and simple coarse cloth linen robe, the blood scabbed under the cloth, but outside the cloth, there was a faint layer of green frost.

Chen Ben Buyi...... But what is a thief?

Chen Wanjuan casually threw the sword qi Changling away and smashed it on the snowfield, splashing a puddle of snow.

Walking all the way, there were messy, erected, oblique sword feathers everywhere, and Chen Wanjuan walked all the way to the woman who was curled up in the snow.

He whispered, "Look...... Where is the man you are waiting for?"

The woman on the snow, disheveled, huddled with her head in her hands, crying in pain, her voice trembling, and pitiful.

"Don't think about him, what's good about him?"

Chen Wanjuan laughed at himself: "He won't come." ”

"He's gone, dead. ”

......

......

Above the dome, the clear sea remained the same.

There is no sun, but the sun is shining.

The snow was flying in the snowfield, and there was a lotus robe that was blown by the wind, and it was difficult to walk.

Each step is slow, but firm.

In the distance of the wind and snow, there is a looming wooden house.

Yi Xiao was a little confused.

The wooden house is right there.

But......

How far do you have to go to get to that cabin?

He turned his head, and there was a miserable white behind him, and there was nothing as far as he could see, and the black coffin had already been left far behind him.

At this moment, the heavy snow in the snowfield seemed to have stagnated for a moment.

In Yi Xiao's ears, there seemed to be a soft voice.

He tried to listen, but the snow was too strong.

He couldn't hear clearly.

Outside the sea of souls, inside the coffin, in the flesh of His Royal Highness, the broken lotus clothes were filled with sand, and his hands were clasped together in front of his chest.

On the chest is an ancient token.

The summons order of the Holy Island.

At this moment, the teleportation caused a slight and rapid tremor.

The familiar voice, with pleading, with crying.

"Save Me ......"

"Save Me ......"

"Save ...... I ......"

until it dissipates.

The sound of that token penetrated the soul sea, transmitted to the clear seabed, and reached the wind and snow grassland.

But it couldn't reach Yi Xiao's ears.

His Royal Highness, who had lost his way in the wind and snow, raised his head and saw the snow-white butterflies dancing all over the sky, no longer flying, but falling one after another, their wings shattered, swaying, and finally turning into pure snow and disappearing from sight.

The voice that echoed over the Sea of Souls was ethereal, and it was impossible to hear it clearly, no matter what.

Fate has no intention, but prefers to play tricks.

Someone wandered in front of the hut, not knowing how to get there.

Someone outside the wooden house took away the butterfly with folded wings and brought it back to the golden wire cage.

......

......

Yi Xiao, who was standing on the snowfield, calmed down and stopped paying attention to the voice after listening to it to no avail.

He wanted to find the sword.

He wanted to get closer to the cabin and see what was inside.

He wanted to hold that sword and get a real new life.

Yi Xiao's heart lake is calm, but in fact, the undercurrent is turbulent, and in the sea of souls, some people's voices and faces appear, and their words and smiles are unforgettable.

Ominous premonitions came up countless times, and he was pressed down.

If this sword is handed out, the dry sand of the Heavenly Gate will be shattered, and the sword qi of the Western Regions will roar.

If he can't hold this sword, he is not qualified to fight fate.