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The cold wind carried countless white 'snow' flowers' swirling and 'waving' from outside the 'hole'. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.infotxt full works download [s. on love to read] [new chapter access: ЩЩ. In just half an hour, the entrance of the 'hole' in front was shattered by the accumulation of countless snow 'flowers', and it was all over the place.

At the moment when it was shattered, the faces of the monks in the depths of the 'cave' became extremely ugly. Because whether they want to go out or not, it is clear that the question of going out is a foregone conclusion, and it is only a matter of time.

"Since you're not good at making choices, let's make choices for you!"

It was the sound of the harvest, and every monk present could hear it clearly. Without him, the enemy who captured himself and the monks of the two realms of good and evil would not be able to hear the voice.

People's faces changed dramatically, and their eyes were full of worry and fear, but it was clear that there was something more urgent at the moment. That was the boy in front of him, and at this moment, because the 'hole' was broken, more snow 'flowers' swirled and floated in than before, all blowing towards the lonely wood.

The sharp sword intent of the harvest brought a fresh breeze and brought snow 'flowers'. But everyone understands what is behind this snow 'flower', and it is an incomparably sharp sword intent. Although the talented Dugu Mu can block a sword intent, what can he do in the face of a piece of snow 'flower' of white 'flower' and 'flower' at this moment?

The sword intent of this piece of snow 'flower' is more than a thousand ways, and the hero's ending seems to be doomed from the beginning.

Although he was able to resist the next sword intent, after all, he was not an ordinary cultivator, but a monk in the true sense of the small world, not to mention that such a strength was about to work together, and it was obvious that it was definitely not comparable to ordinary small world masters.

The Great Achievers of the Small World represent the pinnacle of cultivation in the true sense, they are the strongest in the continent, possessing unimaginable true qi, and can communicate with one side of heaven and earth. With unattainable combat experience and wisdom, there is also a small world of one's own that exudes dazzling brilliance and is almost perfect. After all, Dugumu's iron sword was just an ordinary long sword made of ordinary iron, and it couldn't really restrain these lights, and it was even extremely difficult to even try to cover it.

The snow 'flowers' at the entrance of the 'hole' suddenly lit up, and the real source of these bright lights was not the snow 'flowers' themselves, but also the sword intent, or the Jin Feng sword intent from the harvest.

The golden light is shining, the golden light is dazzling, the golden light is shining...... No matter which adjective describes a dazzling degree, it is inseparable from the word "gold". And "Feng" directly points out the characteristics of the sword, that is, sharpness. And these together are the true sword intent.

The dazzling light accompanied by the sharp sword intent came to Dugumu's body. At this moment, Dugu Mu didn't say a word, and he couldn't speak, because the snow 'flower' could float into his mouth at any time. And all he had to do was to keep slashing, cutting off those sword intents, those vast white 'colors' that rushed to his face. Only in this way can you guarantee your own safety.

But two fists are hard to beat four hands, just one lonely wood, one sword, is still too reluctant. When he resisted more than a dozen white 'colored' snow 'flowers', those equally bright and dazzling white 'snow' 'snow' flowers finally fell on Dugumu's body as fish that slipped through the net. Dugu Mu's 'fine' swordsmanship couldn't stop this dazzling white 'color' after all, and all the white 'color' rays fell on his body, and the cold wind blew the snow 'flowers' and fell, only the sound of "snorting" was heard, Dugu Mu's clothes were broken, and several clear sword marks appeared on the surface of his not very strong body. Blood flowed from the sword marks.

The dazzling light kept falling on every part of his body, not even the iron sword he held in his hand. In the eyes of everyone, Dugumu's whole person was almost completely wrapped in the white 'color' light.

Every flicker of light, every snow 'flower' that falls, can leave a wound on his body, with a striking red.

Dugumu's face became more and more pale, without any blood, and it looked particularly shocking in the dim stone 'hole'. His expression was still calm, but his brow couldn't help but furrow, looking a little painful. He was indeed in pain, because it really hurt, every ray of light cut deeply into his body, and the snow 'flower' instantly melted into the blood, along with the "sharp" sword intent.

This pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, almost as close as Ling Chi. How can he not be in pain? However, the most painful thing is still in the 'spirit' spirit, in his heart, he is a genius who moves the entire cultivation world, and even at the moment, he can resist the sword intent of this person who stands at the peak of the world by relying on his strength of thirty percent, but what is the use of this? He is still invincible, he has been practicing swordsmanship since he entered the Dao, and he thinks that he can really challenge the strong people of the older generation, and he is proud of the same generation. But at the moment, it can only be supported by hard suffering, and after all, it can't change the gap brought by the realm.

Lost, lost completely.

Whether it's on the way to cultivation or ......

At this time, he suddenly turned his head and looked behind him. Is there anything in the rear that can attract his attention in such a moment of life and death, or is there anything more important than this life and death in this moment of life and death?

"Hmm!" Almost at the moment when he turned his head, more than a dozen white 'colored' snow 'flowers' swept in, mercilessly blowing on his neck and **upper body**, he only had time to snort, and blood splattered out fiercely.

The white 'colored' snow 'flower' was very cold and icy, just like his stubborn heart at the moment.

Some things are better than life and death in the eyes of some people. Turning his head, even though the figure was still easily recognizable in the crowd, the beautiful man in the white 'color' shirt seemed to be unaware of it, and set his eyes on the other teenager.

His heart suddenly seemed like a needle prick at this moment, and he remembered that night, Xi Tong was standing with him on the edge of the cliff of Bashu Sword Mountain in white clothes and white shirts, with gentle but hot eyes.

"You and I are just brother and sister, and I hope that senior brother will not think too much. ”

This sentence was just a few words, and every word seemed to hit Dugumu's heart hard, and his face instantly lost its bloody 'color'.

So, in the days to come, his sword was colder, and the man was more lonely.

And that night was the first night after the catastrophe between Xitong and Qin Fan. I remember that she begged Master Chi Songzi so hard to search for Xiaofan's whereabouts again. Dugumu's heart seemed to rise with anger, but soon that anger turned into sadness and pain.

Chi Songzi did not agree, and Xitong was secretly sad. So, Dugumu took Xitong down the mountain secretly, and searched for more than half a month before she gave up, remembering that before receiving Qin Fan's news, she didn't smile for most of the year.

At this point, he seemed to have understood everything. Since then, he has known that there are many hardships in life that cannot be escaped.

So, until this moment, he still didn't have the slightest intention of avoiding it. Let those snow 'flowers' fall on his body, let those invisible but glittering golden 'color' sharp sword intent cut through his body, and let the blood flow down from the wound.

Because, some injuries are more painful than **.

The wind and snow in the broken stone 'cave' became stronger and stronger, but Dugumu stood very straight in the wind and snow, and the iron sword in his hand was also very straight.

It's just that how long can he still stand like this, and how long can the iron sword in his hand stubbornly 'straight' upright?

The wind is cold, and the snow is sharp.

"Click" suddenly broke the sound, as if resounding in the hearts of everyone present. I only heard the sound of "dangchang", and it was the ordinary iron sword in Dugumu's hand that fell to the ground.

To be precise, the front end of the ordinary iron sword fell to the ground, and the other end was still held by Lone Wood in his hand.

At this moment, the ordinary iron sword made of mortal iron finally couldn't withstand the sharpness of the sword intent and broke.

The iron sword is broken, and there is no more defense in the hand!

However, this blizzard will not end because the iron sword is broken, but will blow more and more powerfully. The white expanse was full of white 'color', not only 'blinded' in front of him, but also 'blinded' in the hearts of every monk present.

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