Wang Yuan prepared breakfast for Ximen Fuxue, and then sold him 10 bottles of Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pills. Then watch him fly away.

Ximen Fuxue left the Sword God Inn, and he followed the route he remembered, all the way to the place where he was ambushed. All traces of the underground have been erased, but the breath of the Drifting Snow Sword still remains.

Ximen Fuxue stood there and closed his eyes, and said slightly: "Piaoxue give me some hints!" As if hearing his call, a vague breath came.

"That's right, it's the smell of snow. Ximen Fuxue opened his eyes and chased in the direction from which the breath came.

"Where's Brother Ximen?" asked Murong Qiu.

"Girl, he just left!" replied Wang Yuan.

"Oh. But what about his injuries?"

"Brother Simon is already well. Wang Yuan said with a smile. "How's it going, isn't my elixir very powerful?"

"Boss, you're the best! do everything well!" Murong Qiu praised with a smile. Wang Yuan was very impressed when he heard this, he took out a bottle of Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pill from his arms and handed it to Murong Qiu and said, "Give you a girl, this is my gift to you." If you get hurt, eat it as soon as you get it!"

"Give it to me, thank you, boss!" Murong Qiu happily took the porcelain vase and carefully carried it in his arms. "The boss is the best for me!"

"Is this the entrance of the Bloody Cloak Building?" Ximen Fuxue stared at the desert in front of him, his brows furrowed. "You can't go wrong with the breath of drifting snow! It should be from here!" After looking at it for a long time, he didn't find anything, and just when he was at a loss, he noticed two black spots in the distance.

"Someone's coming!" Ximen Fuxue didn't dare to slack off, he quickly found a hidden place to hide. I saw that these two people were dressed in black, and they were the killers of the Bloody Cloak Building. They came to the desert in front of them, and suddenly disappeared under the nose of Simon Blowing Snow!

"Is this a formation?!" Simon was startled. You must know the formation, it is a legendary existence, outside of Shaolin Wudang, few sects have formations, but even in Shaolin formation, it is listed as a secret that is not passed on, and few people inherit it.

For no other reason, the formation is too powerful. Once the formation is successful, it can mobilize the power of heaven and earth, how can people compete with heaven and earth, so the power of the formation is too weak!

Unexpectedly, today in this desert, he actually saw the existence of the formation. This bloody cloak building really has a good foundation, I didn't expect that there is a formation protection here, is this the general altar of the bloody cloak building? Thinking of this, Ximen Fuxue also feels a big headache! If this is the main altar of the bloody cloak building, then it must be heavily guarded, and the plan to recapture the Drifting Snow Sword must be put on hold?

While he was thinking wildly, a few people walked out of the formation. The leader was none other than Lei Zhen, the protector of the Bloody Clothes Building, who slapped him. Ximen Fuxue hurriedly lowered his body and stared at the every move of the few people in front of him. I saw that they were divided into two teams, one of which was led by Lei Zhen himself to the south.

"This is leaving?" said Simon Fuxue, surprised. "I can't care so much, the breath of the Drifting Snow Sword is still inside!I must go in and get it back!" He stood still, looked around, and then walked in the right direction.

One step out of the scenery instantly changed, the desert sand disappeared, only to see a piece of water rippling, in front of a pool of clear water, the waterhole side of the green grass and green willows, a beautiful picture. On one side of the waterhole there is a courtyard, deep enough to see the end.

The gate of the courtyard was closed, and there was no one at the gate. Presumably, this is the main altar of the Bloody Clothes Building! Ximen blew snow and had no time to watch the beautiful scenery, so he ran to the courtyard wall in three steps and two steps, and saw that there was no one around, and his body jumped onto the wall. After carefully identifying the direction, following the vague breath, Ximen blew snow and flew into the depths of the courtyard.

"This is it!" he felt his Snow Sword in the middle of the room. Leaning on the roof, he looked at the empty courtyard below, a little hesitant. His intuition told him that the courtyard below seemed to be peaceful, but in fact it was full of dangers, and as long as he went down, he would definitely be discovered and even besieged.

"The Drifting Snow Sword must be recaptured!" Simon Blowing Snow finally made up his mind. He swooped down into the room. His body fell under the porch, and before he could step forward to push the door, a sword light came from behind him. It was a killer who jumped out of the bushes behind him. Simon Fuxue was already on guard, and he dodged the sword with a crooked body, and then he grabbed the killer's arm with his hand and threw it forward. The killer flew towards the door of the room with a sword, and then slammed open the door and flew in.

Things moved quickly, from the time the killer jumped up and attacked, to Simon blowing snow and throwing him out in just a few breaths. At this time, two more sword lights attacked, Ximen Fuxue didn't dare to be careless, he rushed forward two steps to avoid the two swords behind his back, and came to the door of the room. Through the gate, he saw that the man he had just thrown in had been shot into the head with a crossbow arrow and fell to the ground. If it was Simon Blowing Snow who entered the room first, then he might be the one who fell to the ground now.

The two killers behind him, seeing the sword splitting into the air, followed the step forward, and rushed to the west gate to blow snow and stab. Simon blew the snow no longer and swooped into the house. As soon as he entered the house, he saw that his Drifting Snow Sword was placed on the shelf on the left, and there were several weapons on the shelf, which were also rare treasures. But Simon Blowing Snow didn't even take a second look, he only had his Drifting Snow Sword in his eyes.

Grabbing the hilt of the sword, he could feel the excitement of the Drifting Snow Sword. It was a heartfelt recognition, and the joy of returning to the hands of the Taoist. With a turn of his body, he faced the two swords stabbed from the opposite side, and Ximen Fuxue stabbed out with a sword.

The figures staggered, Ximen Fuxue rushed out of the room, and the two behind him fell to the ground, both of them had a sword mark on their hearts, but the wound was frozen and did not shed a drop of blood.

At this time, the sound of swishing outside the air continued to sound, and more than a dozen people stood in the courtyard of the house in an instant. They are all black-scarves and masked in black, and they look like the killers of the Bloody Clothes Building.

Ximen Fuxue stroked the sword body and showed a contemptuous smile at the dozen or so people. There are a lot of people who come, but none of them are masters of the innate realm, what can they do if there are a hundred more such people? The smile was retracted, and Simon blew the snowball sword and rushed forward, he was going to kill the generals from here today, and see who could stop him!