I don't know if Simon Blowing Snow was given the name by his parents, or if he later changed it on his own, because Simon Blowing Snow was not snow, but blood, the blood on his sword. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In a flower building not far from here, the water in the pot is still warm, and it still has the fragrance of choke flowers. Simon Fuxue had just taken a bath and washed his hair there, and he had thoroughly washed every part of his body.

He has also fasted for three days.

Because he was about to do what he thought was the holiest thing in the world, he was going to kill someone.

Although the Jianghu people have countless reasons to kill countless people in countless ways, only Ximen Blowing Snow can elevate killing to an art, a sacred art.

If a person can devote himself to one thing, then he will be able to become the most outstanding person among them.

Simon Fuxue, there is no doubt that he is such a person who has devoted himself all to the way of the sword and the way of killing.

"The west gate of Wanmei Mountain Villa blows snow, sure enough, I should have thought that with Lu Xiaofeng's character, since he dared to come to attack the idea of my Holy Sect Divine Sword, how could he come alone?"

After that, a sneer flashed at the corner of the chicken-footed Taoist's mouth, and the next moment, the luster on the dark and thin weird fingers in his hands flashed, and the next moment, with the sound of "whirring" breaking the sky, he had already grabbed the snow blowing towards the West Gate.

Simon Blowing Snow was calm, because he knew that a swordsman's hand could only burst out with the most terrifying power in the calmest gestation. It is the power of destruction, which brings killing, that brings blood, that brings death.

The chicken foot skill of the chicken foot Taoist is indeed a terrifying claw method in the world, and in the blink of an eye, the chicken foot Taoist has woven a large net of fingers and wind in front of the eyes of the West Gate Blowing Snow.

At this time, Ximen Blowing Snow seemed to have no way to do anything about the other party's dazzling claw method, retreating, constantly retreating, which seemed to be the only result that Ximen Blowing Snow could choose.

Entering the restaurant, Ximen Blowing Snow did not go too far. At this time, it was only a few steps away, and it was less than three feet away from the restaurant.

Husband fights, courage also, a blow, vigorous and strong, and exhausted when the qi fails.

At the beginning, the Chicken Foot Daoist was very scruple about Ximen Blowing Snow, a rare kendo master in the rivers and lakes, but at this time, under the attack, although the other party was not injured under his claws, he had no way to take his chicken foot skills.

Yes, the strength in the hands of the Chicken Foot Dao people, who was secretly a little proud in their hearts, inevitably increased by three points. For a moment, Ximen Fuxue only felt that the claw shadows all over the sky had filled his eyes, and he had no chance to retreat except to continue to retreat.

There are flaws in the move, whether it is deliberate or deliberate, a sword strike, whether it is a conventional move, or a freewheeling move, in the final analysis, it is a move. It's just that some moves are subtle and complex, and some are rudimentary and crude.

Regardless of whether he has a move intentionally or unintentionally, once he makes a move, there must be a flaw.

Since the Chicken Foot Daoist makes moves, no matter how many or how fast, he can't escape the scope of the moves.

The cold light flickered, and Simon Blowing Snow suddenly moved, although he had been moving before, but if a swordsman held the sword with his hand did not move, it could not be called really moving.

The chicken foot skill of the chicken foot Taoist is indeed fast enough, ruthless enough, and hard enough. A flaw appeared, and the other party didn't have time to grasp it, and it was already made up for by the next move of the Chicken Foot Daoist. And even if he could catch the flaws of the Chickenfoot Daoist, his steel-like claws had already easily opened a fatal hole in the opponent's blade.

But the next moment, the cold light flashed, and the long sword that had never been out of the sheath was the most terrifying in the one that came out of the sheath. Because no one knows how many sun and moon drills he has experienced and how many days and months he has waited before he was unsheathed.

Fast, so fast that the people of the Chicken Foot Dao felt that everything between heaven and earth had become very slow and slow under the sword of Ximen blowing snow.

The Chicken Foot Daoist is naturally not an ordinary person, and he runs crazy with the internal strength of his internal force. His hand suddenly moved, and it looked as slow as Simon's sword blowing snow. It's like, it's like it's moving slowly.

Enough to cut the nails of gold and iron, enough to break the fingers of stainless steel, came from six different directions, and tightly clamped the long sword of Simon blowing snow.

It's a pity that being able to clamp does not mean that it can be blocked. The violent friction was like surging and scattered sparks, and the constant vibration and hissing from the long sword made the face of the Chicken Foot Dao become tighter and tighter, while Ximen Fuxue's face was always the same indifference and indifference.

"It's a good Ximen blowing snow, I'm afraid it's hard for the people of Chicken Foot Dao to leave here!"

"Not necessarily!"

As soon as the words of Ying Yue and Lian Xing fell, the sword of Ximen Blowing Snow had already been retracted.

When the sword was drawn, it was still covered with blood. Ximen blew the snow gently, and blood dripped from the tip of the sword in a row, although his face was still expressionless, but his indifferent eyes were already shining with the light of a wolf.

There was already an extra flower on his right forearm, bright red and bewitching, the result of red blood and white sleeves.

Ximen Blowing Snow was actually injured, whether it was Ximen Blowing Snow, Lu Xiaofeng or Hua Manlou, they never thought of it.

Suddenly, the figure of the Chickenfoot Daoist shot towards the door like a flying arrow. His right hand, which was as dry as a twig, clutched his throat, but blood continued to flow from it like a spring.

Although he injured Simon Blowing Snow's paw, the price he paid was more. His throat had been cut open by Simon's long sword, and perhaps as long as he went a little deeper, just a little, and his life might remain here forever.

"Poor Kou Mo Chase!"

Although Hua Manlou couldn't see it, he accurately pressed Lu Xiaofeng's shoulder.

"Let him go now, and there will be endless troubles in the future!"

Lu Xiaofeng was obviously very angry at this time, no matter who it was, it would not be a good thing to have an enemy who could survive under the Ximen Blowing Snow Sword and reward the other party with a claw.

But Hua Manlou shook his head and said: "If you catch up now, even if you can kill the other party, it will never be easy." In fact, I feel that from the day we met the Golden Peng, we seem to have fallen into a quagmire, and the more you struggle, the deeper you fall. ”

"So what should we do?"

"Like them, adapt to change!" (To be continued.) )