Chapter 36 Ice Sword Cut

The swordsman coughed: "It's not as strong as picking flowers, but the two sword-casting uncles have still fought."

"Really? I saw that your left arm was wrapped in white cloth the other day. Xiao Yu looked at the sword clan suspiciously.

Shun'er whispered, "That was left to save Shun'er."

"Heroes save beauty. Wow, worship" Xiao Yu also has a face of worship.

The swordsman coughed again: "I'm sure that Wanrong's father wanted to kill me."

"So sure, you don't have any evidence." Xiao Yu said disdain.

"The sixth sense of a master." The swordsman snaped his finger and scratched a bad smile at the corners of his mouth.

As soon as the swordsman finished speaking, the other three had a heart on the street. The swordsman raised the ice blade: "Go to bed and leave tomorrow, Diefeng Mountain." As soon as the sword clan finished speaking, several people were really angry, and there was no exception.

Xiao Yu and Caihua, you kicked me. I hammered you. Except for the door, I walked to the door and suddenly turned around with a smile on my face: "Brother of the sword clan, you just smiled very well."

This smile is charming enough to make Dugu's picking flowers come to mind. However, it seems that the swordsman's determination is indeed good, and only a slight point is a promise. With a creak, the door was closed in an instant.

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In a trance, the swordsman felt that they didn't know where they were.

"Do you like the ice blade?" A man in white grabbed his hand, and a suction came directly from the swordsman's waist * ice blade. With a sound, the cold blade was pulled out.

"Like" the sword clan firmly looked at the man in white in front of them.

"Then I will teach you a trick, and you will be optimistic."

The man in white held the cold blade in one hand, pointed to the ground with the tip of the sword and stared at the tip of the sword. The breeze blew slightly and blew the white hair of the man in white. The swordsman only felt a little cold at this time, and the ice was piercing, like an ice cave. This makes the swordsmen who have been used to the cold feel a little uncomfortable.

The white clouds fluttered, and the sword clan only felt that the scenery in front of them was extremely illusory. The white fog wrapped around the people in white in front of them, ten floors of the realm of heaven, and the peerless masters in the world were enough to walk alone in the world. Unfortunately, the sword clan didn't know why they didn't know the man in white in front of them for a while. It felt like the person in front of them seemed to be very familiar, but they didn't know the name of the person in front of them.

While the swords were thinking, the man in white, who had been doubting the tip of the blade, suddenly shook his whole body, and the white fog quickly dispersed. A powerful ice true air surged from the Dantian of the man in white through the meridians of his arm to his right hand, and the Dantian of water attributes was continuously pulled out and poured into the ice blade. I don't know why the swords can actually see the true trend in the white-clothed human body at this time.

For a moment, the aura of water between heaven and earth also surged towards the ice blade like those continuous true qi, and countless water auras revolved around the ice blade. The man in white crossed his long sword and jumped into the air and shouted: "The cold ice sword is cut."

"Ding" ice blade hit the ground directly, and a cold ice storm was emitted directly from the ice blade. The white true qi was mixed with the aura of water attributes. Feeling the surging ice storm, the sword clan suddenly felt that they could not move under their feet, and the strong storm passed directly through their own body, a The severe pain came from my mind.

The man in white took away his sword: "Remember the real swordsman and use the sword to protect the spirit."

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The severe pain came from my mind. The swordsman suddenly grabbed the quilt and woke up from his dream. He was sweating all over his body. It turned out that he had a dream. The swordsman recalled the man in white, and his heart was suddenly clear. Isn't the swordsman in white the ancestral of the sword casting villa?

The swordsman thought of grabbing the ice blade he put next to him. A familiar and elegant feeling came from his hand, accompanied by a voice: "Kid, remember what I taught you, the ice sword chopping."

The swordsman felt the sound from the sword spirit, and the swordsman was inevitably a little excited. At this time, it was still dark outside, and the swordsman was not sleepy at all. They came directly to the yard with their swords and looked at the stars all over the sky. They couldn't help sighing. Where is the star of the sun?

The summer wind blew, and the swords recovered from homesickness. The ice blade was raised above his head and gently put it down. His eyes touched the blade, and the cold light flew. The sword clan mobilized the ice true qi in its body and rushed towards the cold ice blade. As for how to use the sword to control the spirit, the sword clan has only seen it in the book, but has not tested it.

The real gas kept drilling into the ice blade. For a while, the sword clan seemed to be full, but what to do next? The sword clan really didn't know. At this time, an old voice came from the ice blade: "The boy rotated the true spirit in the ice blade.

Casting the sword Zhangping and feeling the sound in the blade, the sword clan already knows who it is, but at this time, there is no time to think too much about it. The sword clan mobilizes the cold ice and true spirit to rotate according to the words. Sure enough, the ice blade is like its own meridians, and the ice blade began to slowly rotate with its own will in the ice blade.

Slowly and slowly increasing the speed, so that after a long time, the speed turned faster and faster. At this time, the aura between heaven and earth actually rotated with the rotation of the ice. So that it is getting bigger and bigger. What makes the swordsman feel horrible is that it seems that the weight of the ice blade is also increasing step by step.

"Cold Ice Sword." When the weight reached a certain level, the sword clan also jumped into the air when learning to cast swords. The blade fell directly to the ground, and a strong ice storm flew forward like a dragon turning wind after work.

With a roar, the swordsman's heart fell to the bottom. Because the inn was collapsed by himself, the swordsman would not stay and fly to their room. At the moment when the sword clan disappeared, several shadows fell into the yard. Looking at the collapsed inn in front of them, the people in the dark were silent for a while. One of them said, "Do you see any clues?" Listening to his voice seems to be in his forties

"The martial arts of ice attributes." A tall man grabbed a handful of air and continued, "The water in the air is very spiritual, and the temperature seems to be very cold."

"Who would that be?" A shorter humane.

"Water attributes are not wood attributes. There are countless people in the world who can practice water attribute skills and have water attribute meridians. You Tianjian Liuyun people don't bother to guess."

"Are you?" The dwarf looked at the person, dressed in red and a bloody machete in his hand. Although it did not come out of its sheath, it had a strong murderous spirit, a white face and no expression. If the so-called cold-faced swordsman was a kind of cold and handsome between human feelings, then the person in front of him was emotionless cold. Feeling this cold short man thinking of a man, the short man's heart collapsed and he hurriedly drew his sword: "Thomas. Yang, what do you want to do?

"When the short man spit out that name, the middle-aged man and the tall man also pulled out their swords one after another and looked at the man in red with caution.

The man in red sneered and walked directly between the three people. The inn returned to calm.

The swordsman returned to his room and quickly closed the door. A girl's voice came: "Brother Jianzu, are you still going to practice at this late hour?"

"Who?" The sword clan roared, flew out the ice blade, put it on the girl's neck, and immediately put it down: "Shun'er, why are you here?"

"In a moment, I heard the noise and guessed that it was the movement of the sword brother, so I came to have a look."

Looking at the girl in front of her, the girl's unique fragrance floated over and smelled the fragrance. The swordsman couldn't help feeling a little confused. They hadn't communicated with the girl for six years. Maybe the girls in the villa had married. When the swordsman thought of this, they couldn't help but feel pain and didn't think about it. The swordsman withdrew the blade to the scabbard: "Shuner, I'll send you there."

"I don't want to sleep with Sister Xiao Yu."

The swordsman can't help but be a little suspicious: "Why?"

"Sister Xiao Yu is talking in her sleep." There was a smile in the dark.

Swordsman: "Well, what did she say?"

"Sister Xiao Yu, say,,,,,,,,, um." Instantly covered her stomach and squatted down: "Anyway, I won't tell you."

The swordsman only felt that they had been fooled, but they had no choice but to push it for a moment: "Go back to sleep. Look at this time, it seems that it's almost time."

"Brother Jianzu, I want to sleep with you." After saying that, she drilled straight into the quilt.

"This won't work. We are alone between men and women, definitely not." The swordsman shook their hands repeatedly.

"That's why I want the sword brother to sleep on the ground." In the dark, a trace of cunning leaked from the corners of his mouth.

The swordsman was speechless and depressedly took a quilt from ** and spread it on the ground. Shun'er looked at the sharp movements of the sword clan and poked out the quilt: "Aggrieved, the sword clan brother and sister Xiao Yu can really make people noisy until dawn."

"Please, you can go to your sister Wanrong."

"No, Shun'er doesn't know Sister Wanrong very well, and I dare not go to the pervert brother."

In the dark, the swordsman glanced at Shun'er and stopped talking, and Shun'er was silent.

The demon fire gradually rose eastward, and the sun shone in from the window. The sword clan opened his eyes and couldn't help but be stunned. He only saw that his whole body had fallen asleep under the bed. The white clothes were tightly wrapped in two small cage bags. The sword clan skimmed his eyes and got up from the ground and put the moment that had fallen asleep on the ground into **.

At this moment, the door creaked open. Dugu picked flowers and broke in like a strong wind. The leisurely in the eyes of Dugu picking flowers is full of spring, and Dugu picking flowers only paused for a moment. He immediately smiled and said, " boss, speed, the quilt actually fell to the ground. It seems that the battle last night was not very fierce."

The swordsman turned around inexplicably and didn't know what to say for a moment. Dugu's laughter also woke up and rubbed his eyes. A man in purple at the door, who was not Dugu picking flowers, hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover himself: "Brother picking flowers, what are you doing here?"

"Nothing? I... I... I went to the wrong room. You continue... Continue." Dugu Caihua waved his hand out of the room awkwardly and hid there laughing desperately. While laughing, he actually said, " boss, I want to drink a wedding wine."

"Get out of here." After listening to the last sentence, the swordsman looked cold.