Chapter 17 My Sword

Long hair fluttered, white clothes beat snow, and stood on the top of the ancient city wall with a hundred miles of empty hands pressing the hilt of the sword. This is a defeated small city. It was once a key point in the south when the Zhou Dynasty competed for the world, but later the southern wilderness gradually retreated to the depths under the oppression of Southern Qi, and the city was gradually lost. The meaning of its existence.

The city is gradually lonely, and civilians naturally begin to move to other places. Except for some people living here, these people are only a few, not famous families, and they can't fully take care of the whole city. Over time, the outer city has begun to collapse for various reasons, and many buildings in the outer city are also old. Falling in the middle of the month.

At this moment, the hundred-mile sky is standing on one of the outer walls. The ten-meter-high wall is full of white snow. These whites have been spreading until the gate of the inner city. There are pieces of snow falling from the gray sky. The hundred miles of sky looked up and was about to walk to the inner city, but suddenly wrinkled. With eyebrows, he looked at the endless snowfield outside the city wall.

I don't know when a group of more than 20 people appeared there, full of snow-white long clothes, carrying iron swords and a cold face. Standing in front of them was the handsome young man who once appeared in the snow peak of Tianjian Villa. They stood so quietly in the distance, looking at a hundred miles of sky without saying a word.

Bailichangkong's hand holding the sword couldn't help tightening. When he saw the young man, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, but then he seemed to think of the identity of the other party. Bailichangkong's always indifferent face finally had a different expression. He looked up at the sky and closed his eyes and sighed.

Zheng!

The long sword came out of its sheath, and the hundred-mile sky lowered its head. The sword pointed to the distant place and chased it all the way. Finally, it still met. Since the beginning when he met Ren Xu, it has been waiting for the people of Tianjian Villa. Now the time to come has finally come, but the object is not what he wants.

The people of Tianjian Villa have drawn their swords in a hundred miles of sky, and the people of Tianjian Villa have naturally drawn their swords. For swordsmanship, the people of Tianjian Villa will never forget to give the highest respect. The handsome young man's hands shake, and the sword shakes out a fine light. In this gloomy and snowy weather, it looks extremely conspicuous.

"Come on, come on! Let's start with you!"

A hundred miles in the sky suddenly hugged his head and laughed, shaking his long sword, and jumped directly from the wall. Almost at the same time, the swordsman of Tianjian Villa on the snow also ran wildly! The transparent and thin sword spirit flashed crazily. One side laughed and went crazy, and the other side was silent and oppressed. The snow fragments rolled up on the snow were broken. It seemed that the sky also began to move, and the fine falling snow began to turn into heavy snow!

The wind roared, mixed with the fierce sound of swords. A hundred miles in the sky tore apart Su Fu's long-haired silk ribbon, and the long hair released in the wind matched his crazy face, which gave people a sense of almost suffocating oppression, but his opponents never underestimated him and knew his origin. Extraordinary, as the old man's direct biography of swordsmanship, it should have been an absolutely noble existence, but God's will to play with people.

buzz--!

The sword sound, and the distance between the two sides has narrowed to less than 50 meters between a few breaths. A hundred miles of sky faced the enemy sideways. The long sword returned to the armpit and stabbed from behind like a spirit snake. However, several airflows were suddenly stabbed out in the snow all over the sky. The handsome young man even had no time to react, and several swordsmen were already bleeding. Splash, fall to the ground...

The long sky looked colder, and the sword flowers bloomed around him, and the heavenly swordsmanship immediately unfolded. This set of swordsmen from the swordsman'sman Tianjian Villa were very familiar, and there was no need to be ordered. They immediately scattered into a half-moon, and everyone would surround the sky like stars holding the moon. , the long sword in his hand was also handed out, and for a moment, he only saw the cold sword flowers blooming and withering one after another in the vast snow.

The sword came out, the sword was collected, the sword was raised, and the sword returned. He didn't know how many moves he had made in the long sky, let alone how many enemies were alive. He only knew that the inner strength in his body was constantly disappearing like a fountain, and his breath began to become heavy. Looking up, the snowflakes and the sword light became the same color...

Another sword. A hundred miles of sky felt warm blood splashed on my face, and my internal strength stagnated, and my body also stopped. Several swordsmen have been sensing a hundred miles of sky from afar. At this moment, how can they let go of such a good opportunity? It's just a breathing time. A hundred miles of sky felt the sword spirit from the front and back and right. The tingling sensation, the corresponding hairs stand up.

However, the eyes in the long sky are even colder.

"This sword is the proof that I stepped out of the old man's prison and walked into my own swords! Let me show you today!"

With a roar, the sound waves even directly pressed away the wind and snow around it. The energy in the long sky was exhausted, but the sword was more fierce. The meridians that were originally like a dry river bed in the body gushed out a lot of internal strength again, but it was completely different from before. It was more restrained and surging.

My sword is one, two and three!

The long sword danced in the long sky, which seemed to be slow, but it was almost to the extreme. Several swordsmen who killed only felt the cold wind on their faces and completely lost consciousness. The rest of the people were shocked. There were only ten people in the line. There were only ten people left. The handsome young man could not suppress the surprise in their eyes, and the rest were silent. Wave the sword up.

Hundreds of miles of sky has entered a completely ethereal realm. Since the beginning of the first form, my sword has been continuously, and the wind and snow have also begun to become gentle, until the twenty-first form, which once moved the swordsman...

A sword stabbed out, and the sky was moved. The wind and snow in the sky were shattered by the sword light. Finally, it turned into a sword. He raised his sword in the sky for a hundred miles in the sky. He looked at the only enemy left at this moment, the handsome young man in Tianjian Villa, stubborn, surprised, admired, and sad...

The fierce sword is as powerful as a mountain, so that the snow clouds also broke a big hole that day, revealing the blue sky and day! The handsome young man still held the sword in his hand, but he had no intention of taking action at all. He just looked at the hundred miles of sky and watched the sword fall.

The world seems to be silent at this moment.

The snow rolled up one after another, and the fierce sword spirit escaped everywhere. The cold sword front stayed on the side of the handsome young man, but it didn't hurt at all. He just cut off the ribbon and crown of the hair, making the long hair like a waterfall droop around his waist, and the deliberate indifference finally restrained. The handsome young man suddenly became a cold woman...

This is her original appearance...

"It's still suitable for you..."

He looked at the woman in front of him with complicated eyes and slowly withdrew his sword. All he wanted was to destroy her will. He didn't want to fight with her, because once he fighted, only the death of one party could end...

The woman bit her lips stubbornly, but still didn't say anything, or maybe she didn't know what to say. The snow clouds began to close together again, and the snow fell again, but the two did not move like wood carvings.

"Hahaha, what a pair of concubines, what a love and resentment. The scenery and meaning here are good. Let me make my own decision and choose a tomb for you."

Sudden laughter, a hundred miles in the sky suddenly turned around, but I saw a group of people in white thick velvet robes appearing on the dilapidated wall. I don't know how long it has been...