Chapter 14 Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains 14

Xue Hao's flying sword crossed a perfect arc, and the strong wind driven by the sword pressure swept up the snow all over the ground and sprinkled a pure white falling flower in the air. At the moment when the snowflakes flew out, his sword blade had reached his throat. In the dark, he felt that victory was already waming to him. However, the next moment, the heavy and sluggish body suddenly dissipated silently.

Like a breeze crossing the cool water, leaving no trace, the heavy light figure disappeared for no reason. When it appeared again, it was already a hundred steps away from the original place. The royal dragon sword came out of its sheath with a roar, transforming countless black lightning above his head, roaring and hovering in the air.

There was a thunderbolt in mid-air, as if God had struck a muffled thunder. Xue Hao turned his sword upside down in the thunder, penetrated the dark night and burst into a dazzling light. Guanghua jumped a hundred steps and reverged with the black lightning, bursting out fierce sparks.

The sneer is endless. The leader of the two second-generation disciples of the Kunlun School has had dozens of confrontations in the blink of an eye. The sword spirit turned around and rolled up a burning heat wave in this cold night. Xue Hao has been sharpening his sword for ten years, and the art of swordsmanship has reached its peak. Every time the sword light flows, it contains infinite changes and tricks. Thousands of light and shadows dance with his body. Even in this dark night, it is dazzling. The bystander Kunlun disciples are eye-opened and impressed from the bottom of his heart.

Chongguang was silent. Since the last fight, he has been greatly damaged. The mystery of the Royal Dragon Sword is too domineering, far from what he can control now. Despite the efforts to adjust the interest rate and rest these days, it is still a little powerless. In the face of Xue Hao's fierce offensive, he could only choose passive defense and try to consume the least Zhenyuan to resist more changes. Although his invisible sword escape has been transformed, he is still overwhelmed by Xue Hao and completely at a downfall.

The valley of Kunlun was not enough for them to perform, and their battlefield quickly moved into the air. Xue Hao fought well and played Xinghe swordsmanship to the fullest. Every time he took action, he felt that his understanding of imperial swordsmanship was deeper. Chongguang is completely different from his previous opponents. Neither his cultivation nor his swordsmanship are under him, and they have no scruples about fighting with each other, becoming the best object for him to hone swordsmanship.

The fierce fight between the two can be said to be earth-shaking, and the heavy light has been full of dangers several times. With the countless experience accumulated in overseas Shenshan, it has barely been resolved. However, Zhenyuan's magic power has gradually failed. Xue Hao's sword light is like a poisonous snake, constantly impacting his fragile body protection. Countless confrontations between the two brought him a huge impact. Although they were resolved by him one by one, the qi and blood in his body were already churning.

Since Xue Hao's sword, the two have only fought for a quarter of an hour, but for Chongguang, it seems to have been a long time. He knew that if he continued to fight, he would inevitably run out of Zhenyuan and die of hemoptysis. While calmly dealing with it and resolving Xue Hao's sword light offensive, he observed the situation in the field and looking for his own retreat. He estimated that with such a moment of delay, Yun's father and daughter should have gone far. This is not far from Luohou's barracks. Xue Hao and others are afraid of having scruples. As long as they escape from the territory of Kunlun Mountain, they don't have to worry about Xue Hao and others chasing and killing them.

He was determined and tried to resolve Xue Hao's flying sword. He was about to escape, but there was a heartbreaking scream in his ear. It was Yun Lan's voice that suddenly sank his heart. Looking along the road of the sound, I saw a scene that made him burst.

Yunxiao's beard was open, covering his chest with one hand, and his lips were open as if he was shouting something, but he did not make any sound. He looked at his chest in surprise, and a three-foot green front was nailed to it, and the handle of the long sword was held in the hands of a young Kunlun disciple. The expression on the disciple's face was very strange, as if he was shocked and a little panicked.

He subconsciously stop, and the narrow blade pulled out of Yunxiao's chest, bringing up a handful of blood and a dazzling arc in the air. Yunlan's scream stopped abruptly, rushed forward like crazy, hugged her father, and felt that her father's body had lost its vitality, and the temperature of life was gradually fading. She only felt that her heart had sunk into the bottomless abyss, and her eyes were unpredictable dark.

Yunxiao's magnificent body collapsed and leaned on his daughter's shoulder. He only felt that the night scene around him faded in an instant, and the scenes of the past passed in front of him. The joy of childhood, the germination of young people, the first acquaintance with Yunlan's mother, the short honeymoon after marriage, the heartbreak when he lost his beloved wife, and more than ten years of painssing The bitterness of raising a daughter.

The picture was fixed at the last moment, and those were Yunlan's eyes full of tears. He tried to reach out his hand to wipe away his daughter's tears, but everything was still at this moment, and everything in the world: joy, sadness, pain, hope, was far away from him. With his daughter's last face in his mind, he closed his eyes helplessly.

Yun Lan hugged her father's body with body temperature tightly and refused to let go. She has lost all her judgment skills. She only feels that the world has collapsed and she doesn't know what else to do. She can only grasp this thing and regard it as the last retention for her father. Immediately after her ear, she remembered the familiar voice, which was a roar of heavy light: "How dare the thief!"

The next moment, she saw a black light flashing in front of her. The young disciple who had just killed her father made her bite her teeth. She looked at the gray young man running under the night with disbelief, followed by a sound from her throat, left the sword still carrying her father's blood, and thought He wanted to plug his bloody throat with his hands, but his knees suddenly knelt down, leaned forward, slowly fell to the ground, opened his eyes angrily, and refused to close his eyes.

Stepping on the body of his fellow brother, he slowly pulled out his flying sword. His eyes were cold, and he looked at the sword light flying in front of him indifferently. The thunder blow just now not only consumed most of his essence, but also made him open the empty door. At this time, he was powerless to fight back, and he could only quietly watch the soul-chasing flying sword pierce his chest.

All this happened only between lightning and lightning, and the reaction of all parties was dazzling everyone. Yunlan stood on the spot stunned. Her father's accidental death had taken away all her spirits. At this time, she did not react at all. What did this in front of her mean?

Xue Hao's flying sword pierced from the heavy chest, and the next moment was the end of opening the abdomen and cutting off the Taoist baby. Chongguang stood quietly on the spot and lost all the ability to fight back. At the moment when he closed his eyes and waited for death, a force suddenly surged behind him and was dragged away by himself. He only felt a sharp pain in his chest. Xue Hao's flying sword drew a terrible wound obliquely on his left chest, only an inch away from the heart, but an inch was a life-and-death separation.

The whistling wind sounded in his ear before he could react. He was shocked and flew out of his sleeves among the lightning, rolled up Yunlan and Yunxiao's body, and was dragged away with him.

His eyes are still sharp. Through the dark night, he can see that the continuous mountains and forests on both sides are constantly regressing, and the surrounding scenery is constantly changing. Until finally, the mountains of Kunlun gradually disappear and become miniatures that cannot be captured by the naked eye.