Wen Zizheng regrets it now, what kind of character did he provoke, not only did he not take advantage of the physical strength, but he also failed in speed.

For the sake of the reputation of his hundred sons of Great Xia, for the sake of his master's spirit stone, and for his own life, he decided to pick up his sword. This was his last hope, hoping to overcome the cold wind in sword skills.

When Fumiko was bending down to take his sword, the audience knew in their hearts that he had been cornered. He has already let go of his dignity, because at the beginning, he first abandoned his sword to fight the cold wind with his bare hands, and now he has to use his sword again.

Hanfeng saw that Fumiko was picking up his sword, and also came to the side of "Styx" and picked it up.

Wenzi was shouting "Lingxian" as he drew his sword, and a stone leopard rushed out of the sword, a pair of red eyes staring mercilessly at the cold wind.

Han Feng frowned, this is the benefit of the Yuan Spirit Realm, you can have a machine spirit.

With a wave of Wenzi Zhengling's sword, several scorching sword qi attacked the cold wind, which was the characteristic of Dongyang's sword skills, and the sword qi was like a raging fire. His sword spirit stone leopard also pounced on the cold wind at great speed, and it was about to tear the cold wind to pieces.

Seeing that the opponent's attack was menacing, the cold wind did not think about it, and the fourth type of "Absolute Shadow" came out, and nine cold winds suddenly appeared on the stage.

Three cold winds slashed at the opponent's sword spirit, and six cold winds attacked Wen Zizheng, and when he broke Wen Zizheng's sword qi, he felt as if he was in a blazing fire, and his skin was burned by the heat.

Wen Zizheng's sword spirit was instantly split into pieces by the three cold winds, although the stone leopard's defense speed was amazing, but under the "Absolute Shadow", there was no power to fight.

said that it was late, but in fact, it was all a matter of an instant, and Wenzi was seeing that his attack collapsed instantly, and the other party did not pull out the "broken sword". Six cold winds rushed towards him from different directions, and he didn't know which one to defend against.

Seeing that the six "broken swords" were about to stab him, he gritted his teeth and swung his sword to meet a cold wind in front of him.

"Bump"

The cold wind on the front dissipated in front of Wenzizheng after coming into contact with Wenzizheng, and Wenzizheng did not feel that he was stabbed by the sword, and he was relieved in his heart, and finally broke this attack.

At this time, everyone in the audience became restless, some abused, some complained, and some slapped their heads.

Fumiko was wondering about the reaction of the people below, but when he searched for the cold wind, he found that he was gone.

When I looked back, I saw Han Feng holding the "broken sword" and pointing at the back of his heart.

Only then did he know that he had lost, and closed his eyes in pain: "Do it"

However, after waiting for a while, I didn't notice any movement, and when I opened my eyes, the cold wind was no longer on the stage.

Wen Zizheng said with a wry smile: "Don't you disdain to kill me, then I don't have the face to live in the world" As soon as the spirit sword in his hand was horizontal, he was about to kill himself.

"Stop"

A figure appeared on the stage, it was his master Tianyang

"Master, I'm sorry for you, I don't have a face to live in the world" Fumiko is crying

"People don't bother to kill you, but you are in a hurry to kill yourself, you are really my good apprentice" Tianyang said with a wry smile,

"Master......" Wen Zizheng was already crying

"Come back with me, cultivate hard, as long as you work hard, you will win him one day" Tianyang comforted gently, although he felt very sorry for his spirit stone, but after all, it was something outside his body, where was it more important than his own disciple.

After the First World War, the name of Hanfeng was firmly remembered by the monks present, this new Great Xia Baizi. He is also the only Yuanluo realm monk among the hundred sons of Great Xia. There was a lot of discussion, and there was a genius with combat power against the sky among the hundred sons of Great Xia.

Hanfeng came to Qinxin's room and knocked on the door: "Qinxin girl, Hanfeng asks to see"

The door opened, and Qin Xin introduced the cold wind into the room: "Congratulations, cold wind"

Han Feng grinned: "Thank you, I'm here to return your spirit stones" and then took out a hundred high-grade spirit stones from that sword ornament and put them on the table

Qin Xin smiled slightly, didn't care about those spirit stones, and asked: "Why didn't you kill Wen Zizheng, if you were defeated, he would definitely kill you ruthlessly"

"I haven't killed anyone, I don't want to kill anyone, and I won't kill anyone," Hanfeng said with a smile,

"And what if it's someone who has a deep hatred?" Qin Xin continued

"What kind of deep hatred and hatred" Han Feng didn't understand, Qin Xin was interested in this aspect

"For example, what if someone killed Leng Feng?"

"What? That must be paid in blood" If someone kills his eldest brother, he will definitely not hesitate to let the other party pay the price.

Looking at the firmness in Han Feng's eyes, Qin Xin actually felt a trace of coldness.

"Hehe, cold wind, I'll stroke a song of glass under the moon, you can help you see how much of Sister Xianyin's artistic conception is" Qin Xin suddenly changed the topic,

A song of glass under the moon, the cold wind is brought into the beautiful scenery under the moon by the sound of the piano, and everything seems to become crystal clear, quiet and clean, warm and soft.

In the evening, fairy wind manor,

"Haha, good boy, didn't disappoint the eldest brother, this is your Daxia Baizi token, with this card you can get seventeen high-grade spirit stones of the Great Xia Dynasty every year" Leng Fei threw a fast token to the cold wind, and the cold wind earned more than 40,000 high-grade spirit stones for the spirit treasure, 300,000 medium-grade spirit stones, and more than one million lower-grade spirit stones, not to mention how happy the cold wind was.

Han Feng took it and took a closer look, this was a token made of spiritual jade, with the words Daxia written on the front and eighty-three written on the back. It represents the eighty-third son of Great Xia.

Han Feng pursed his lips: "It's really stingy, it's only seventeen" He thought that the royal family of Great Xia would reward a lot.

"Ignorance, the cheap given for white is still picky, if you are too little, to challenge the first son, if you win, there are a hundred every year" The cold wind is not light by the cold wind, and the things given for white are still disgusted with this and that. The hundredth place of the hundred sons of Great Xia is a high-grade spirit stone every year, and every time it rises a rank, a spirit stone is added.

"How many spirit stones did you earn with me this time" Han Feng asked with a smile and bypassing the topic, he really wanted to know how many spirit stones the more than seven hundred people had pressed

"Not much, didn't you kid also earn so much" Leng Fei naturally knew that Han Feng had won more than a thousand high-grade spirit stones.

"Cut, dishonest" Han Feng knew that Wen Zizheng's master alone had ordered 100,000 medium-grade spirit stones.

"I said what is the relationship between you and the Qinxin girl, how could she lend you the spirit stone" Leng Fei looked at him with a sly smile

"Friendship, I also saved her life, she naturally won't refuse to borrow something, people are not as stingy as my brother" Han Feng saw Leng Fei's ill-intentioned smile, and instead commanded an army

"But what do you think of her, or I'll let your sister match" Leng Fei suddenly became extremely serious.

"I'm bored, I'm too tired today, go back to sleep" Hanfeng saw that the more he talked, the more outrageous it became, so he made an excuse to leave

At the critical point between the northern part of the Great Xia Dynasty and the Great Zhou Dynasty, there is a barren mountain in Qilin, where nothing is born, only countless towering stone forests.

On a huge stone forest, two figures stood side by side, both of them were dressed in black, and they could be seen in the moonlight as two fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys.

The young man on the left spoke: "Red Blood, listen to what my master said, Lingyue is still alive, and now she is in the Cloud Stepping Divine Sect."

There was a trace of excitement on the young man's face on the right: "Yuan Qiu, is this true?"

"It's true, because someone anonymously posted a mission in the shadows to hunt down Lingyue," the young man called Yuan Qiu said coldly

The young man named Red Blood on the left also showed endless hatred in his eyes, and said, "We must find out who sent the task."

Yuan Qiu also nodded and said, "Yes, only in this way can we find out the murderer for sure, can we still reunite with Lingyue?"

Red Blood shook his head firmly: "Let her live a peaceful life, you forgot what my master said after saving us, if the enemy is really the force that my master said, let Lingyue know that it will harm her"

Yuan Qiu nodded: "Yes, there is also a little junior brother, since he doesn't remember anymore, let him live a peaceful life" The free and easy language makes people feel a heartache.

"Five years, in another five years, we can get a little interest back from them first, and then the forces behind it should appear" Red Blood looked at the moon in the sky coldly.

A cold wind blew, and the whole world seemed cold, making people feel no warmth.

"Grandpa, you are watching from the sky, immortalizing Cangyue, I was eaten by ten thousand beasts and died in endless purgatory" Yuan Qiu roared loudly

The moon became a cold moon, the wind became a cold wind, the stone became a cold stone, and the man became a cold man.

The road to immortality is long, and the mundane is long.

Although the mundane is short, there is less blood and less vendetta.

The fairy road is seductive, more ruthless, and more killing.

It was also the killing of Xiantu that made these two very young children enter darkness in their hearts, and their surnames became distorted.

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