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The six winds and dragons have sharp teeth and sharp claws, overwhelming the sky and being born out of thin air, as if dancing with the music of the piano, twisting the nine curved waists at will, roaring down the terrace, and sweeping the crowd.

The Shaogong sword turned into the wind, and the wind speed was extremely fast, more than a thousand soldiers crowded in the pear orchard, pushing each other and having nowhere to dodge, all of them were entangled by the dragon body, and they were instantly taken away from the ground, and the sound of cursing echoed in the wind, but it was gradually covered by the dragon's roar.

The hurricane can touch the ground, and the clouds can penetrate above, and the momentum is as great as the end of the world, until the red sun is dull, and the wind and clouds change color.

The pear orchard was still a sea of fire, the high temperature melted gold and calcined stones, and in just a blink of an eye, the temperature dropped sharply, and everyone seemed to be in an ice cave, and they were already exhaling into ice.

Xue Chong was entangled in ropes, and no matter how he struggled, he couldn't move. At this time, he was swayed by the hurricane, and his body was so stunned that he rose and fell again, and he was tortured to the point that life was worse than death.

Covered with frost, the black civilian clothes were as cold as iron, and they were just smoked and sweaty, and now the wet clothes were not dry, and they immediately turned into ice, who could bear this alternation of hot and cold?

Seeing that no one was paying attention, he was suddenly lost, and suddenly remembered his wife, so he scolded again: "Li Siyuan, you turtle bastard, where did you take my wife? If you hurt her a point, I will never spare you! You shameless old brute, a thief, you can't die well!"

He scolded so much that he mentioned Leng Ziyue many times in his mouth, as if he had long forgotten the unswerving person in Lan Kwai Fong, and all he recalled in his heart was Mrs. Leng's virtuous virtue and gentle consideration, if he knew that Youluan's severed head was hanging on Xiao Mo's waist, and it had festered to the point that it was no longer human, I don't know how he would feel?

Xiao Mo trembled, shivering from the cold, he curled up with his arms folded, as if he was stingy with the only residual warmth on his body. The cold wind dried the sweat that had overflowed before, and all the fighting spirit and all the energy seemed to have been absorbed by the wind dragon, and he only felt fear, cold, and helplessness, and he was devastated and suppressed. He hated this feeling the most, and he just wanted to be strong instead of being humiliated.

Fu'er didn't know when she squatted beside Xiao Mo, her eyebrows and eyes were filled with an aura different from that of mortal women, and she said softly: "Don't be afraid, grandpa won't hurt you, are you cold now?" She stretched out her hand and put her hand on Xiao Mo's shoulder, leaning over, trying to use her body temperature to warm her, and the meaning of care was overflowing, "Is it better now?"

Xiao Mo fell all his hatred for Pei Ruhai on Fu'er, and said secretly in his heart: "Your grandfather's, why does this little girl have nothing to do, but tortures Lao Tzu so embarrassed, what kind of demon method does the thin old man make?"

He suddenly felt a softness on his side, seeing that it was Fu'er holding him in his arms, he could feel the temperature from Fu'er's body and her faint body fragrance, this feeling was familiar, it was so warm, as if time and space were stagnant, forgetting the worldly disputes, it was really much better, but he said: "Get out of the way, I don't need you to pity you if I freeze to death, who do you have to do it?"

He pushed Fu'er away, deliberately making a fierce gesture, he didn't believe that anyone in the world was willing to treat a person who was not related to him, he even felt that this kind of fake warmth was disgusting, this little girl must have some intention for herself, otherwise why would she talk to herself again and again.

Xiao Mo is so strange, the better he treats him, the more he panics, and wants to escape from friendship, family and even love that does not belong to him as soon as possible, the more he beats him and scolds him, the more sincere he feels, just like Xu Wanqiu, who is about to kill him and kill him at every turn, always appears in his mind for no reason, lingering.

The pipa fell to the ground, Fu'er staggered and lay on the terrace, she didn't get angry, just looked at Xiao Mo, focused as if no one was around, and asked, "Why do you hate me so much?

Frost clinged to Xiao Mo's long eyelashes, as if decorating his unruly and ruthless eyes, he smiled cynically and said: "You have such a powerful grandfather, where can there be a mistake? The fault will only be me, Lao Tzu is really not blessed to be cared for by your so-called care!"

Xiao Mo deliberately didn't look at her, pulled out his heavy sword with his hand, and stuck it on the terrace, blocking Fu'er's sight impartially, he watched the battle by himself, and there was an inexplicable thing in his heart that hit his chest sluggishly.

Shi Jingjiao landed in the center of the hurricane, and suddenly his feet took off, and the whole person floated up, and as the crow army swirled in the wind, his whole body was paralyzed uncontrollably, with an indescribable sense of tearing, and he secretly said in his heart: "This ...... What kind of swordsmanship is this!" His face was shocked, and he had already shocked the Qin Demon into a celestial being.

He clenched the hilt of the Red Sky sword, his eyes filled with fear, but he saw that the sand and gravel had been crushed into powder and piled up with the broken sword helmet, forming a thick barrier around the hurricane's perimeter.

The sand and gravel blocked the view, as if the copper wall imprisoned everything, Shi Jingjiao only felt surprisingly cold, his face was crawling with frost, and his limbs were numb from the cold, and he felt no pain.

Chixiao was still stubborn and burning totems, and in the face of such strong winds and deep cold, he finally reluctantly compromised, and the crimson sword surface was covered with white ice, and his listlessness was dull.

On the terrace, Pei Ruhai sits upright like a peak, the case is green under the fingers, the upper part of the headpiece is the forehead, and the forehead is inlaid with string hardwood, called "Yue Mountain", Pei Ruhai is caressing the strings under the "mountain", the strings here are extremely tight, the audio is the highest, and the time palace and Shang two swords are fired together, the palace sword is fierce and incomparable, coupled with the superposition of the Shang sword, the water ripples and the wind dragon collapses and is invisible.

Without the restraint of the wind dragon, Shi Jingjiao flew out with more than a thousand crow troops, and fell heavily outside the listening rain pavilion, only to hear a muffled sound, as if it was a sand rain, gold and iron mixed with sand and gravel poured down.

Shi Jingjiao's breath was not smooth, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his hands barely supported the ground. His face was gloomy, and he raised his head to look at An Chongzhi and said angrily: "What are you doing in a daze, ...... Kill the old horseman!"

An Chongzhu was still kneeling at the bottom of the steps, and when he looked back and saw that Shi Jingjiao was seriously injured, he helped him up and squinted at the carved dragon throne on the vermilion lacquer square platform.

Li Siyuan experienced such a desolate and miserable scene, and he shot up in anger, his sleepy eyes were squinted and he couldn't see the pupils, the bags under his eyes trembled badly, his majestic body did not show his old age, he was wearing a lack of robes, Huanglong was eye-catching, and he drank: "The old man came to learn and lead, what is the Yaoqin Nine Swords!"

He was lucky with the dantian, and suddenly sent out a palm, the palm wind was strong, and several cases were shattered, listening to the rain Xuan's veil rolling wildly, almost bursting.