Luo Qingxue's martial arts are not weak. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoIn the past ten years, whenever she thinks of Yang Xiaofeng, she has been practicing swords frantically.

She had to find a place to vent her emotions, and she had to make herself so tired that she couldn't even move when she lay in bed, only in this way could she barely fall asleep.

Only in this way would she not be unable to sleep because she missed him too much. Only if she doesn't miss him too much and wake up again and again in the middle of the night.

Under this madness, even the strenuous efforts to torture herself cruelly, her swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds. Later, she fused the Qingshui Sword Technique and the Falling Snow Sword Technique together to create a new set of sword techniques.

Therefore, in terms of Luo Qingxue's current strength, even if he looks at the entire rivers and lakes, he may have few opponents, and he can definitely be said to be a first-class master.

However, in the recent period, she first encountered a great tragedy, and the tragedy that happened in the hall where she and Yang Xiaofeng got married that day has caused her a serious psychological trauma. After that, she went on a hunger strike for a long time, never getting water, and then fell seriously ill, which consumed too much energy.

Therefore, at this time, she will have less than forty percent of her usual strength at most. What's more, what she is facing at the moment is still the Snow Burial Plum and Yue Yiyun among the four flower envoys of the Fengyue Sect.

The Fengyue Sect is known as the No. 1 Martial Arts Sect today, and it is needless to say how terrifying its strength is. The status of the Four Great Flower Envoys in the sect is second only to the sect leader Lin Xiong, and their strength can be imagined.

Jianghu has always been a man's world.

Killing, conquest, deception, all kinds of evil and vicious schemes. All of this seems to have nothing to do with women.

Although women are far stronger than they seem, they are weak in the end, just like a flower that has just bloomed, how can they withstand the ravages of wind and rain.

The bloody spirit of the rivers and lakes will only defile the noble and pure soul of a woman.

In this cannibalistic world, it is much more difficult for women to gain a foothold than men.

Therefore, if the four envoys of Fengyue are just a few mediocre women, how can they achieve the status of one person below and above ten thousand people in the Fengyue Sect, which is known as the first master of the underworld. Therefore, it is not that Luo Qingxue is too weak, but that the strength of Xue and Yue Ernu is too strong.

In addition, at this moment, Luo Qingxue was sad in her heart, her mind was restless, and she was in a hurry, so it was inevitable that she would be a little more impetuous between her moves.

For a while, the three women fought in one place, you came and went, and in a moment, you had gone through more than 20 moves. It's just that there is no winner or loser.

Hua Rongying has been standing at the door and watching coldly, seeing that Yue Yiyun and Xue Fumei couldn't take Luo Qingxue for a while, she couldn't help but say anxiously: "When will I win if I fight like this, Sister Feng and watch, wait for me to go down and help the two sisters."

As he spoke, he took out a pair of Emei thorns, jumped off the field, and began to attack Luo Qingxue.

Luo Qingxue fought two battles, and she was already a little powerless against Shangxue and Yue Ernu, and at this moment, she suddenly added the shadow of the flowers, and suddenly felt extremely strained.

At that moment, she attacked both sides one after another, and forced Xue Fumei and Yue Yiyun's moves to slow down a little. Then the sword blade turned, shaking out thousands of sharp sword flowers in the air, the sword light was chaotic, seemingly light but not messy, seemingly soft but containing a sharp dark energy, with the real move to attack the three girls again.

This move is the most exquisite "snow chaos in the world" in the falling snow swordsmanship.

As soon as this move was made, the three girls of Fengyue immediately felt that the temperature around them had plummeted, and when Luo Qingxue's sword qi attacked, it was as if a heavy snow had suddenly fallen in front of their eyes. The only difference is that the snowflakes are light and soft, but Luo Qingxue's sword has a fierce killing intent in it.

The three daughters had to retire temporarily.

Luo Qingxue's moves changed again, holding the sword in his hand, his body rotated and quickly slashed down, and he attacked more than ten moves in a row at once, but this time it was the most exquisite "murmuring" in Qing Shui's swordsmanship.

The three girls had to retreat again and again.

"It's useless to ......", Feng Xi, who had been watching the play from beginning to end, finally snorted coldly and scolded: "I can't beat one of the three, look at me."

At that moment, with a shout, the jade foot tapped on the ground, and the person had already jumped up, jumped into the middle of the field, and made a piece of white practice that was five feet long hit Luo Qingxue's left shoulder.

The white practice made by the fine wind, also known as lingering, is woven with thousand-year-old ice silk and a kind of filament cut out of the rattan that grows in the primeval forest of Miaojiang, which is extremely flexible.

What's even more wonderful is that if this practice is urged by internal force, it is as strong as a black iron cold gun, which can be said to be soft and rigid.

This kind of thing is just in line with the temperament of the daughter's family, and if that woman with strong martial arts uses this as a weapon, the power will not only increase tenfold.

After getting this white practice, Feng carefully loved it and practiced hard, and now he has already practiced to the realm of unity of mind and mind.

Her martial arts skills are already in a feminine way, and with this silk practice as a weapon, it can really be said to be the icing on the cake, which is enough to exert twelve points of strength.

Luo Qingxue is already extremely difficult to fight with one enemy and three enemies, and she has already reached the end of the strong crossbow, so she only struggles with one breath. As soon as the wind was fine, she was immediately defeated, and her moves were suddenly full of flaws.

The wind was thin and ruthless, and the silk practice in his hand was like a poisonous snake attacking Luo Qingxue's left shoulder, and Luo Qingxue could dodge it. The wind was fine and the moves changed again, and the silk practice that originally hit Luo Qingxue's left shoulder suddenly turned, and suddenly attacked Luo Qingxue's right shoulder in an extremely strange way, this time Luo Qingxue never dodged again, and hit the right shoulder firmly.

Receiving this blow, Luo Qingxue snorted on the spot, dodged and retreated sharply, and suddenly felt a pain in her back, which was already a stab in the shadow of a flower.

Feng sneered, and his shot became more and more ruthless. Luo Qingxue had to endure the pain and retreat, and suddenly felt a spicy pain in her calf, but she was whipped by Yue Yiyun again, her body suddenly weakened, and she fell to the ground.

"You are so cheap, dare to hurt the old lady, see that I don't waste your ......", Xue Fumei roared forward, and the short sword in her hand was directly aimed at Luo Qingxue's arm and slashed off.

Just the moment he touched Luo Qingxue's eyes, his consciousness suddenly became in a trance, and the moves in his hand couldn't help but slow down.

Luo Qingxue's eyes were still indifferent.

What kind of look was that, cold, sad, and even mixed with a hint of disdain, but there was no trace of panic.

Xue Fumei couldn't figure it out, obviously she was already in danger, but why Luo Qingxue's eyes didn't have a trace of panic.

At that moment, the sword in her hand that was originally slashed towards Luo Qingxue's shoulder subconsciously eased up. However, after a momentary pause, he struck again, and the short sword in his hand immediately drew a half-foot-long cut on Luo Qingxue's left shoulder.

Yin red blood suddenly flowed out of the wound, and in an instant, Luo Qingxue's snow-white robe was already bright red, and half of the sleeves had already been stained red with blood, which looked extremely dazzling.

However, for some reason, Luo Qingxue suddenly smiled.

On the line between life and death, she suddenly smiled. Laughing so down, so sad.

What kind of smile is this, there is no trace of warmth in this smile, there is just indifference, much more indifference than the morning frost of winter.

Her indifferent smile suddenly made Xue Fumei's heart feel a deep fear for no reason.

Luo Qingxue's indifferent smile suddenly made Xue Fumei's originally sober mind completely crazy.

With a wild roar, the short sword in Xue Fumei's hand stabbed directly at Luo Qingxue's heart. This time, it is completely murderous.

However, when this fatal sword was less than an inch away from Luo Qingxue's chest, only to hear a clang, the sword suddenly flew out of the oblique stab.

Xue Fumei was stunned for a moment, and turned around suddenly, Tang Yunfei was already standing behind her at some point, playing with a few gravels in his hand with a faint smile.

The Tang Sect in Shuzhong is famous for its hidden weapons and poisons, and Tang Yunfei's secret weapon kung fu is even more exquisite, obviously, it was he who shot the short sword in the hands of Xue Fumei just now.

Xue Fumei was stunned for a moment, and then shouted violently: "Tang Yunfei, what are you doing?"

Tang Yunfei smiled but did not speak.

Yue Yiyun sneered: "Listening to my sister's words, how unlevel, can't my sister see that Tang Si is a hero saving beauty?"

Xue Fumei looked at Tang Yunfei and sneered: "I can see that the hero saves the beauty." It's just Tang Yunfei, when did you become so kind-hearted. Why didn't I find out before, you still have such a nosy hobby, and you have to take care of it even if I kill people"?

Tang Yunfei said lightly: "I Tang Si will never dare to care if a few flower envoys want to kill people, and I don't have any nosy hobbies, it's just that you can kill anyone you want, but this woman, you must not kill her."

"Oh......", Xue Fumei asked with a gloomy face: "There are already a hundred and ten people who died at the hands of my Xue Fumei, why can't she kill her, you can talk about it."

Tang Yunfei said coldly: "If you can't kill, you can't kill, I'm also for your good."

"It's good ......for us", Feng snorted coldly, and said, "Tang Si seems to have forgotten his identity."

Hua Langying said sourly: "Could it be that Tang Si has taken a fancy to this woman"?

Tang Yunfei shook his head slowly and said, "I didn't have a crush on anyone."

Xue Fumei sneered again, and said, "Then tell me, why can't she kill?"

Tang Yunfei glanced at the four women of Fengyue with his eyes, and said coldly: "If several flower envoys really want to kill this woman today, Tang Si will not dare to stop them, but you have forgotten the fate of the Nine Demon Lords"?

A cold light flashed on Feng Xi's face, and he said coldly: "Are you threatening us"?

Tang Yunfei shook his head again, and said with a faint smile: "I don't think I need to say more about the origin of this woman and Yang Xiaofeng, and besides, her identity must be clearer than me." If you are not afraid of the crazy revenge of Luoxue Valley, I am powerless to stop it if you must kill her today, but I want to remind a few flower envoys that if Yang Xiaofeng comes out and sees her die here later, you can imagine what the consequences will be."

Xue Fumei squinted slightly, and said with a cold smile: "What if I have to kill her today"?

Tang Yunfei said expressionlessly: "I have already explained it, as for how to do it, of course, it depends on Sister Xue and yourself."

"Yes, then I'll solve her first, and then I'll talk about ......."