Chapter 50 is in ashes

The howling wind and snow raged the world and the world, ready to devour the entire pavilion at any time, Zhao Haochen's face was pale, the sword in front of him made his thoughts stagnate, and a pair of amazing eyes surged with the sword light that was close to him, and there was no way to avoid it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Don't!" A string of tears froze on the dying Zhuge Wan'er's pale face, and the hot blood soaked in the ends of her hair had crumpled and condensed together, exuding a fishy smell, and her faint voice disappeared into the surging wind and snow.

The knife stabbed quickly towards his eyebrows, and Zhao Haochen was in danger.

Zhuge Wan'er's heart, which burned with a glimmer of hope, was completely broken, and the cold heart and cold tears were sobbing and mourning for Zhao Haochen. The man in white stood at the door, with a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Haochen looked at the surging sword and closed his eyes. The edge of the blade grew colder and colder, less than a foot from the center of his eyebrows.

However, at this moment, Zhao Haochen's body surged with a ghostly momentum, as if the whirlpool of hell opened in an instant, the majestic momentum of nature, mixed with sharp and whistling sword qi, rolling endless domineering, his movements were as fast as ghosts, and he raised his hand to clamp the blade next to his eyebrows, and played with it in his hand.

"You actually ......" The man in white looked at Zhao Haochen with infinite surprise in his heart. Although he had already reached Zhao Haochen's cultivation before, such a precise movement, when he saw it with his own eyes, the shock was indescribable. He suppressed the fear in his heart, he couldn't believe that the blade, which was as fast as lightning and less than an inch from the center of his eyebrows, was actually grabbed by his only hand.

A fine layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

In the cold night, except for the howling wind, there is a dead silence here.

Zhao Haochen's bloodthirsty eyes flashed with cold red blood, and the sharp blade in his hand burst out with cold light under the reflection of the moonlight.

He knew that Zhao Haochen was going to kill someone.

I don't know that Zhao Haochen's soul has been hidden in his mind, and at this moment, it is completely the sword that controls this body.

"I've got to be a good girl, I'm scared to death!" Zhao Haochen sat slumped on the ground, still gasping for breath in the center of his mind, breathing the air unscrupulously.

The room was large and dimly lit, with only a few cold moonlit rays falling down.

In the dead air, the man in white endured the huge dead silence, his heart was already covered with a layer of cold frost, and thump-thump-almost stopped beating.

Zhao Haochen's body exuded a terrifying cold, which aggravated the coldness between heaven and earth, as if to freeze the heaven and earth, his hand was slowly raised, the cold moonlight sprinkled down, the man in white looked at the cold cold, the corners of his eyes trembled, his breathing was heavy and slow, at this moment, time seemed to stand still.

Zhuge Wan'er lay in Zhao Haochen's arms, and with a sigh, the huge silence permeated with the breath of death shattered like glass.

"No, don't!" Zhuge Wan'er grabbed Zhao Haochen's arm, looking at him with a pitiful gaze, almost begging.

Jianzi's gaze was firm and persistent.

"Sister, don't ask him! I won't let him hurt you!" the cold wind howled, blowing off the hood on the head of the man in white.

What caught his eye was a young man in white, with a firm persistence and unwillingness solidified between his tightly knit brows, and a strong sense of resentment spontaneously appeared. The young and handsome face carried a touch of determination, and his eyes were bright and sharp, ignoring the blade in the sword's hand that would fly out at any time, and he only had the figure of the sword in his eyes.

In his trembling eyes, hot tears swirled, his gaze moved reluctantly from Zhuge Wan'er's body, the suppressed fear in his heart was swept away by him, and the pale pathos condensed in the air.

Jianzi seems to feel that in the chaotic wind and snow, he is a fierce god of war who is not afraid of death, and only by stepping on his corpse can he get out.

There was a sudden storm in his eyes, a little cold, the long sword in his hand flashed with a cold light, and the hideous sword qi was raging, holding Zhuge Wan'er and slowly moving forward.

Zhao Haochen, who was still in shock, was shocked when he heard Zhuge Wan'er's pity, but Wan'er had to be taken away, and no one could stop her.

"If you insist on taking my sister away, then step over my Zhuge Ling Tian's corpse!" The young man in white's eyes narrowed slightly, and the tyrannical cold light surged endlessly.

Under Zhuge Lingtian's gaze, the figure of the sword walked towards the door step by step.

The sharp blades between the sleeves of Zhuge Ling Tian's robe shot out at lightning speed in the blink of an eye, he knew that he had to be the first to shoot in order to have a glimmer of life before he could leave the sword, so he tried his best to shoot out all his blades at one time.

However, just when Zhuge Ling Tian still had a glimmer of hope, the long sword in Jianzi's hand was like a white lightning bolt, and between the swings of sword light, more than a dozen blades were neatly inserted into the ground in front of him.

Jianzi still held Zhuge Wan'er in one hand and the sword in the other, and the slow rhythm seemed to be the god of death slowly coming.

The icy cold glow flickered in the cold night, and Zhuge Ling Tian tried his best to calm the ocean of fear and shock in his heart. Standing in front of the door, he coldly pulled out the long sword hanging from his waist, and his movements were very slow.

A feeling of sadness swelled in his heart, this exquisite matching sword that flashed with a cold glow was given by the dying sister in front of him.

That year, the Zhuge family faced a strong enemy, my sister shouldered the safety of the family, she was cowardly, and a cold light sword was displayed in front of me, and from that moment, I promised my sister to protect herself and protect the family.

Countless memories flooded into Ling Tian's heart, and his throat seemed to be clogged with hot sand, and he couldn't make a sound. For the first time in his life, he felt fear, but also his own responsibility.

He, even if he dies, must use his body to clasp the legs and feet of the sword, and even if he dies, he must use his arms to hold the waist of the sword, and his sister cannot leave here, and his sister cannot die!

It's his obsession!

Zhuge Wan'er looked at the majestic man in front of her with a pale face, her eyes were full of tenderness, I don't know when, the boy he had in his impression that he still had to be protected by himself had become a man with iron bones.

Ling Tian was not afraid of death in front of the sword, and under the cold moonlight, a bloody cut was cut in Ling Tian's chest, and the blood was sprinkled on the snow, and the frozen bloody aura began to rage again.

A sword light flashed again, Ling Tian was soaked in blood, lying on the cold snow, the sharpness in his eyes was even sharper, his hands flowing with hot blood condensed with a layer of blood-red frost, he squirmed with difficulty, under the indifferent light of the sword, the figure of Zhao Haochen in his mind was a little hesitant, but he still hugged Zhuge Wan'er and walked towards the door.

"Don't, my sister will die!" Ling Tian was hoarse, and the tears in his eyes were like a vast ocean, rolling down.