[Ran^Text^Library] Leng Sandao laughed instead, his small eyes looked at Fushui with a strange look and said, "You are the one who killed my apprentice back then, right?"

The water said ironically: "It's not enough to kill a dog!"

This aroused the anger in Leng Sandao's heart, and he shouted angrily: "You!"

Seeing him like this, Fushui was even more angry in his heart. Happy; Wen; In the novel, Lingyu's appearance before his death was always remembered in his heart, and he couldn't forget Lingyu's firm eyes before his death, which also aroused Fushui's hatred for Leng Sandao even more. And now that he finally has the opportunity to slash the murderer, the Tang knife in his hand is also about to move, and he himself is inflated by this feeling, and he seems to be enjoying this process.

If that's your path to revenge, start now!

Thinking of this, he rushed up with a brisk walk. Yao Shan was now a little confused by Leng Sandao's punch, it was simply a flash of cold light in front of him, and the weapons of the two people were connected, and with a bang, they crossed the short night sky in an instant.

Silence at all times, loud noises at all times.

Letting the snowflakes and cold wind tear apart the space that should not have been there this night, he lay quietly on the beams, looking extremely cold. I don't know why he doesn't want to stand up, he just hopes that the water can solve Leng Sandao as soon as possible.

There was a similar night, because of physical and mental exhaustion and weakness, she gave up her most beloved and fell asleep when she needed her most. He is not worthy of avenging her now, there are people who need this hatred more, or he has lived for revenge for the past ten years. He needed this hatred more than he needed to ease the unrest in his heart, and perhaps only the present situation could make him the most calm.

As for himself, in the face of such a situation, he can't feel any good feelings in his heart, but a deep sadness envelops him, and there is no way to escape it.

With a flick of the water, the long knife instantly drew a circle of light, directly forcing Leng Sandao back several steps, and penetrating Leng Sandao's long knife, directly scratching his skin, and the red blood kept leaving outward, which looked very oozing on the cold clothes!

Being here is the greatest irony. It satirizes where it is, and satirizes its very small strength.

But it's good now, it's good now. In his heart, he will only hate this heinous Leng Sandao more than himself, and for himself, he is now a foil.

The water knife was fierce, and the cold three knives that were pressed retreated again and again, unable to find a way to fight back. And the knife technique of whisking the water is really fast, Yao Shan can't see his knife path clearly at all, he can only see a flash of cold light, and nothing else.

Yao Shan stood up strongly, the peach wood sword in his hand shining brightly. But Yaoshan simply comforted: "No matter what, you can't do it yourself." In this way, it is just to make myself feel better. I don't have the ability to avenge Lingyu, and there is no way to hand it over to the water.

The water knife method was arrogant, and in the face of the cold three knives in front of him, the fire of hatred in his heart grew fiercely. He also asked himself more than once, if he fought with Leng Sandao, what kind of attitude should he end his life, should he cut it off with a knife, or return the damage on Lingyu's body back then? But these thoughts seem a little inappropriate now, the real anger and hatred will not let the other party live in this world for a second longer, as long as the water finds the right opportunity, he will be killed in an instant.

But Leng Sandao is not a small step, and he is full of experience in ordinary fights, although he can't resist the posture of a young man like Whisking Water, but Whisking Water will still not take any advantage for a while. The two are so glued together, no one can hurt anyone.

Leng Sandao's long knife protruded, and an ice wall rushed out in an instant, and there were also many ice spikes protruding from the ice wall, and they rushed towards the water. As soon as Fu Shui withdrew from the stalemate, at this moment, he didn't expect Leng Sandao to make a move at this moment.

The ice spike swished towards the water.

The water hurriedly strengthened his legs, and the muscles that he had just wanted to relax instantly tightened up again. This kind of rapid action is a test of a person's body, if you have not experienced high-intensity training, the leg muscles just now will be torn in an instant, or the legs will not obey the call at all, and stick tightly to the ground.

Facing the flying ice spikes, without panicking, Tang Dao moved to his chest, and his hands tightly grasped the scabbard and handle of Tang Dao from both sides of his body.

On top of the flying ice spikes, there was a large thorn blade, and there were three or five barbs on it, as long as this ice spike pierced into the body, it could not be pulled out if it wanted to. You can only wait until the ice melts, or if the wound becomes larger. Often, as long as an ice spike pierces the body, it is basically declared dead.

This move is also the housekeeping skill of the cold guest, and it is the most basic skill. And it's this most basic skill that is often the most effective.

This time, the water almost planted here.

However, the water will never be planted here.

He calmly looked at the ice thorn in front of him, his palm clenching the handle of the knife, oozing some sweat. Looking at these cold ice spikes, suddenly they drew their knives and slashed.

At this moment, a white light flashed, and those ice spikes were cut off from the middle, and they were also instantly divided into smoke and dust, drifting away and disappearing around. From drawing the knife to drawing the knife and closing it into the scabbard, the water is done in one go without any hesitation. There is really a style of a sword everyone.

The sky was full of white mangs for a while, but not because of the snow, but because of the ice thorns in front of him.

And the water took advantage of this time to suddenly rush towards Leng Sandao.

Yaoshan saw a flash of light in the ice fragments floating in the space, and before he could see more, the water had already come to Yaoshan, and he turned his back to Leng Sandao and asked Yaoshan, "Does the wound on your body matter!"

Although Yaoshan was very angry in his heart, he still suppressed that anger and said, "It doesn't matter what injuries I have, let's pay attention to your own situation!"

Before Yaoshan finished speaking, Leng Sandao turned around, looked at the back of the water, and said: "The little thief of the water, I haven't seen you in the past few years, but you have become a good kung fu, but you are still a little behind!"

As soon as Leng Sandao's words fell, Yao Shan raised his eyes to look at Fushui, only to see that the wounds on Fushui's body instantly cracked open, and two deep scars lay across his chest, tearing his clothes. The water could no longer support it, and he knelt on the ground and gradually fell down.

Seeing the situation, Yaoshan hurriedly rushed over and reported the water.

Fushui's face was pale, and he was weakened by excessive blood loss.

And Yao Shan looked at Leng Sandao, only to see that his long knife had been broken into two pieces, and he also had blood stains on his body, it was estimated that the water hurriedly took out the knife in a hurry and injured him. But the injury was not too bad, and it didn't affect his actions at all.

"Haha!" Leng Sandao laughed like this, and said to Yaoshan: "It seems that you have to die here, for Yaoshan, as long as you obediently hand over the water, I promise to let you die a little more happily!"

Yaoshan was furious, but said very calmly: "Since you think you have such a skill, then come and kill me!"

Leng Sandao picked up the broken blade in his hand and tore off the torn clothes on his body, revealing the scars on his body. Leng Sandao looked at the scars on his body lovingly, just like looking at his own medal.

Yao Shan never thought that there would be such a scene, and the water would be defeated by Leng Sandao, so how much plan did he have, it should be close to zero. The tall shadow of the water shrouded his figure all the time, and no matter how bright the light on his body was, he couldn't reveal that light. And now he is facing an opponent who can't be beaten by a breeze, and of course he is not sure that he can win.

But one thing he can be sure of is that he will never be so easily caught, hurt the water, and let down Lingyu.

"I won't let you succeed until I die!" Yao Shan said firmly through gritted teeth.

"Yo he, the tone is not small!" Leng Sandao gradually walked, and said as he walked: "This time, I will clean up the two of you one by one, I want you to survive and not die!"

Yao Shan was still in the mood to talk nonsense with him, and the peach wood sword suddenly twitched, and in an instant, a raging flame burned, and everything around him became bright. The flickering firelight burned everything around it so unreal. The snowflakes were sprinkled, but there was no trace of snow on Yaoshan's body, all of them were burned clean by the flames, and the snow water was directly melted clean by the flames, and there was no trace to be found.

"Come on!" Yao Shan said defiantly towards Leng Sandao.

Leng Sandao looked at the medicine mountain in front of him, and then at the broken blade in his hand, he couldn't help laughing, and said, "Okay, let's take it!"

As soon as the words fell, a flash of light rushed over in an instant, rushing straight to the door of Yaoshan Mian.

Yaoshan raised his hand to resist, but he couldn't resist the speed of Leng Sandao's knife. He was knocked out at once, flew three or four feet away, and rolled his whole body on the snow several times, so that he did not suffer major injuries, otherwise his ribs would have been broken!

Yaoshan hurriedly stood up from the snow, and hurriedly glanced at the water that fell to the ground, and the sense of loss in his heart was even more incomprehensible. Is he really a waste? What have he learned in the past ten years, and has he suffered so much, is it all a waste? He himself can't believe it, and he doesn't want to believe it.

Leng Sandao didn't give him any chance, and then another force came over.

Yaoshan didn't see how he called at all, he only felt a pain on his face, and flew back many distances. It should be Leng Sandao who swung it with a punch.

Yaoshan struggled to stand up again, and the flames were still burning on his body.

What should I do now, and how can I solve this opponent?

He tried hard to recall everything Zhang Yuanshan taught him and every word he said to him.

The scene now is like when he was besieged by wolves, he was surrounded by several wooden stakes, and he couldn't do anything. At that time, he was also stupid, but in the end, Zhang Yuanshan rescued himself.

What he wanted me to learn at that time, I have forgotten what he said at that time.

What would it be like to be in that environment again? He took advantage of the little break from getting up to imagine the situation. In the face of mountains of wolves, what kind of state is in his heart.

Thousands of wolves are like Leng Sandao in front of them now, and that is the most basic emotion in their hearts. Zhang Yuanshan's old man must also practice with me, otherwise he wouldn't have put me in such a critical place and rescued me so complicated!

Fear, fear, fear!

Right!

For me now, the biggest fear is not Leng Sandao, but that kind of fear!

Just like the wolves he faced back then, thousands of wolves burned with a little green light, and the city was covered with a huge mountain of flames.

The remnant blade in Leng Sandao's hand flashed, just like the eyes of a wolf.

Is he still afraid now? I was scared at the time, can I escape? I guess I can't, and Yaoshan won't, if he gives up the water and runs away, he won't be able to stand the condemnation in his heart for the rest of his life. Since you can't escape, let's face it!

Yaoshan decisively tore off his sleeve and leaked his arm naked. Tie strips of cloth to your own eyes!

This made Leng Sandao take aback, and he laughed out loud when he looked at Yaoshan, and sneered: "Yaoshan, Yaoshan, are you stupid to be beaten?

And Yaoshan also relied on this time to cover his eyes tightly, just to feel his existence with his heart!

Leng Sandao laughed for a while, then he also felt bored, and gently picked up the remnant knife, ready for battle. "Since you're like this, I won't play with you anymore, so I'll die now!"

This knife was extremely fast, and the blade of the remnant knife slashed directly at Yao Shan's neck. The speed was also much faster than before, and he rushed straight towards the medicine mountain.

Yaoshan didn't dodge either, just facing Leng Sandao head-on, and the current appearance was like a teasing of Leng Sandao. The peachwood sword shone brightly in his hand. The fire grew brighter, and the snow around it melted clean.

Yaoshan was not in a hurry or impatient, in the face of the fierce attack in front of him, he drew his sword to resist, and only judged by the flow of vitality around him. In this way, the scene will be better for Yao Shan, after all, Yao Shan can use the vitality in his body to radiate out of his body and explore the surrounding situation.

It was at this time that Leng Sandao jumped to the door of Yaoshan Mian. Fushui was shocked to see it, screamed, and hurriedly asked Yaoshan to dodge. But Yaoshan also did not move at all. I looked at the vitality around me and felt a trace of cold air rushing towards my face, which was conflicting with my vitality, and it was at this time. The medicine mountain was full of flames, and towards the weakest place in this cold air, he stabbed out with a peach wood sword, and the firelight instantly wanted to kill there.

The cold air gradually dissipated, but the fire was prosperous.

Yao Shan took off the blindfold, and saw that the sharp blade of the remnant knife was only a hair's length away from his neck. And Leng Sandao was pierced by Yaoshan's peachwood sword.