Chapter 3 Plum blossoms cut their heads, white snow flies with swords and breaks their intestines

The cold plum whisted out, and the long figure of the cloud wind floated like a shadow!

The plum blossoms composed of energy rose against the storm, slowly rotated, twisted the ice and snow in the air, and even met the seven lines of knives like substance. It's getting bigger and bigger, and it's three feet wide and narrow in an instant! In the future, the fierce knife spirit will be blocked tightly.

It's too late.

As soon as I first came into contact, the sword light and plum blossom exploded at the same time!

The knife gas passed through the plum blossoms, slowly and again, and did not dare to float far away and scattered in mid-air, as if he was afraid that the murderous atmosphere carried would disturb the snow all over the sky.

The plum blossoms were cut into 49 pieces by the knife gas, each of which rotated and slowly unfolded into 49 cold plum blossoms. He slowly attacked the ancient city of Yang from different angles.

"Roar!!"

Xiao Shou took advantage of the gap of Yunfeng Dao's long hair and bit him for a long time, but he was blocked by the thick internal strength and bit him on the left shoulder of Yunfeng Daochang. Yunfeng was in pain, and the hilt of the sword slammed on the bridge of the nose of the scorporal. The scorporal ate pain, and then he let go and retreated far away. Yunfeng's shoulders are already bloody, and a piece of meat has been torn off. The wound is still boiling with white bubbles. Obviously, there is a strong corrosive liquid in the mouth of the head.

The pain in the heart flowed along the blood meridians from the wound on his shoulder. Yunfeng Daochang immediately cut off his sword and handed over his left hand. His right hand condensed the secret skill of the door "Xuan Binghuo". A blue fire rose from the palm of his hand and waved his hand to emit three blue flames in a row, burning like a corpion.

The xiao's head flashed and retreated, almost burned by the flames, and half of his beard was burnt. When Yunfeng saw him retreat, he pressed the heart of his right hand on his left shoulder. "Oh!" With a sound, the blue flame has frozen the wound.

"Mysterious ice fire" is such a mystery. According to the strength of the user's Taoism, it can be like fire like ice, extremely hot and extremely cold. Speaking of Yunfeng's use of attacking the enemy as fire and healing himself as ice is not a great success of "myce fire". Legend has it that the Xuanbing immortal used the Xuanbing fire, which is ice for fire and ice for fire. Unfortunately, no one has seen such a miracle for 300 years. The mysterious ice fire like the contemporary Yunfeng Taoist priest in the cold city is already unmatched in the world.

Here, the Yunfeng Taoist priest sealed the wound so that it would not spread, but his eyes were already red, took back the sword, and stared his head.

The leader with only half of his beard is still angry. Obviously, he cares about the pain of hitting his nose and burning his beard, and looks very funny.

49 plum blossoms over there, because the ancient city of Yang has moved.

When Yang Gucheng did not move, those plum blossoms floated slowly and rotated slowly. But with his movement, the sharp ice knife-like petals of the plum blossoms seemed to be pulled by the gears, "squeaking" and "squeaking" like a fast windmill, turning away!

The faster Yang Gucheng moves, the faster the plum blossom ice knife turns and flies faster!

"I didn't expect your progress to be so great in the past seven years, but I'm not that year!" Yang Gucheng held the handle of the knife in his hands and roared, "Red Leaf Cut!"

Like a red cloud, he turned wildly like a cutting knife top in his hand. In an instant, he couldn't see the figure, and there was a red light and shadow between them, like a cloud, hidden knives. The ice blade of the plum blossom touched the red cloud, and the sound of engagement was endless. At that moment, 49 plum blossoms suddenly became powder.

The rotation of the red cloud is still unabated. Suddenly, it reached several feet and became a dragon roll.

"Break!"

The red tornado no longer twisted and climbed, and fell straight down, like a huge red magic knife, cutting at the cloud wind Taoist priest.

Yunfeng Taoist priest will raise all the true qi in Dantian, make a decision in his mouth, and point his sword to the sky.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and a round compass-like symbol unfolded above his head. Inside the astrolabe, there were strange text numbers on each 18 layers from inside to outside, moving layer by layer, slowly rotating in their own speed in their own direction. Regardless of the great pain in his left shoulder, Taoist priest Yunfeng raised his hands high and twisted the universe against the star disk. When he twisted, the wind and thunder suddenly occurred!

With no more changes, the red magic knife has collided with this star disk.

Only the sound of ping-pong is endless. How can you see people in an moment?

The knife is a good knife, and the sword is a sword.

Knife, famous cutting head. In his hand, every time he drew a knife, his blood splashed three feet.

Sword, call for broken intestines. In his palm, he doesn't need a sword to break his liver.

The swords meet and try our best.

In a blink of an eye, they have fought for 300 moves, and the sword and sword have fought more than 1,700 times.

The knife does not diminish, and it stabs fiercely.

The sword is better, and it is easy to poke.

The body spell unfolds, one is as unpredictable as a red cloud, and the other is as elusive as white snow.

I'm afraid that anyone who meets this kind of sword will have to see the old man of the king of the same.

The xiaos on the side knew that they were powerless and stared anxiously.

After all, Yunfeng Daochang's shoulder burst, with a strong knife, and he has withdrawn. Another knife, draw the sword and block it, and then retreat. A red cloud flashed in front of his eyes, and the blade came to his ear again.

The long body of Yunfeng Road stopped, and his eyes closed.

The knife is on his temples.

Put it away.

"You are defeated again." Yang Gucheng's pupils glowed and stared at the Yunfeng Taoist priest.

“......”

"Fourteen years ago, you did not hesitate to push Xuejiao down this desperate cliff for the position of the head of the cold city..." Yang Gucheng said that name, and the scar on his face was even more ferocious. "I look for you every seven years. For the third time, you are still defeated..."

"Hancheng door rules, the replacement of a generation of leaders, infinite disciples, can only bath * until the remaining one person serves as the leader. Those brothers were all killed, leaving only Xuejiao and me. What can I do?" Yunfeng closed his eyes tightly, and two lines of tears had slipped from the corners of his eyes.

"What can you do? You know that I love her as much as you do, why don't you let her leave with me? Why did you push her down the cliff? Why!!" Yang Gucheng said that he was furious here and cut off Yunfeng Daochang's left hand, which had been corroded by the poison of the slain head.

Blood flows like a note.

"Although she is my favorite sister, the beauty in my dream. I killed four brothers and five brothers with this sword for her. Those people are the best-brother brothers. But in order to protect Xuejiao, for... the ancestors of the cold city..."

"Why can't you let me take her away!"

"Your practice is not right. Not to mention that the former leader refused, Xue Jiao herself would not agree for the reputation of the master. I know that you came to see her before that incident. I know all this..."

"You love her all the time, but you love her more!" Animals.

Although the wound on the shoulder has true qi in the body to stop bleeding by itself and does not flow wildly, it is still dripping. Tick, falling on the snow, as bright as plum blossoms.

Xiaoshou and Yang Gucheng have the same intention. At this time, their murderous intention suddenly disappeared and only floated in the air.

"I have been regretting it. In the past 14 years, I haven't left here. She hasn't left her favorite plum blossom yet. In the warm time of that year, she once said that she wanted to grow old with her favorite person under this plum tree.

“......”

"However, she never wants to say who her favorite person is. Even on this desperate cliff, I put my sword against her throat.

"When each generation of the Hancheng faction comes to the replacement of the leader, the second generation of disciples must kill each other as the leader, leaving the last person to serve as the next leader. Such a ridiculous rule, why don't you destroy him! At that time, your master was dying. You could clearly stab your master to death with one knife and change this damn rule! Why did you push her off the cliff!"

Just because on the edge of the cliff, when my sword touched her snow-white neck, she never said she loved me. There is only one reason why she won't say it. I guess there is another person in her heart.

“........................”

"So, I was so angry that I almost went crazy. She saw me in so much pain and said, 'Hancheng only needs a leader, brother. In the future, Hancheng will rely on you. I hope you won't forget the plum blossoms here, the people here...' After saying that, tears fell into the cliff."

"Why don't you jump down by yourself?" Yang Gucheng turned away and trembled all over.

"...Hancheng, we need a leader." Yunfeng's eyes never opened, and the tears in the corners of his eyes kept flowing silently.

"Hancheng needs a leader... She suppressed her feelings until she died and put her life behind the cold city..." Yang Gucheng sighed and closed his eyes and raised his head.

Some sunlight finally penetrated the clouds, and the light golden glow fell down.

The snow was illuminated into gold and the blood was covered with warm sun.

After a while, Yang Gucheng said in a low voice, "'Hancheng needs a leader' is actually Xuejiao's last wish. You can arrange for the future leader. At this time in seven days, I will come again.

Reaching out and grabbing it, the leader came to his hand again. He returned the sword with his right hand, inserted it diagonally into the back belt, and breathed a sigh of breath. I didn't talk anymore. On the way from the desolate cliff, I gradually walked away.

When the sun comes out, the snow gradually fades, and the wind is still strong.

The Yunfeng Taoist priest stands in the wind. No one knows what they are missing.

It took me a long time to open my eyes.

Take the sword to the box and slowly walk out of the small garden gate by the cliff.

The disciples who did not dare to cross the thunder pool 200 steps away heard the battle of Zhenshan and felt the huge energy and were worried about the leader.

Only Chen Shuang knows that it is the frightening demon "head" who duels with the master. However, he has always been a very strict person. No matter how his disciples inquire about it, he just shook his head and pretended not to know.

Suddenly, the fight stopped. Everyone's hearts have reached their throats.

After a while, I heard the voice of the head inside: "All the disciples of the Frost generation, come to my room."

The sound resounded throughout Xuanbing Peak.

At the foot of the mountain, Yang Gucheng looked at the huge peak inserted into the clouds. I suddenly felt a chill when I heard this call.

"I have killed countless people according to my own preferences in my life. Being given the title of 'demon' and 'head', this cold city is a decent person of a famous family. How is the election of the leader different from what I do? His face was full of resentment. Speaking of Hancheng, he thought of Xue Jiao again, and his face did not know whether he was crying or laughing. No longer ask for any fairy arts, magic weapons, golden elixirs or any realm, everything is bullshit.

He has seen through it.

His heart is as cold as the snow here.

After seven days, everything will come to an end.

The cold city school, the cold and ruthless hundred-year-old door rule, on the immortal ice peak, in the lonely cold wind.

will continue to be passed on!