Looking at the silence, just close to himself to help himself to support the umbrella to cover the snow and snow of Ding Ning, Xue forgot to smile with relief.

Then he coughed gently, looking at the foot is blood, the hands are blood, the chest is all blood beam joint, some proud softly said: "On the young, on the strength, I am not as good as you, but on the understanding of the sword, I am still stronger than you, so in the end I won."

Lianglian was silent.

For him, the victory itself is not as important as the injury between the chest and the stomach.

He felt that Xue's forgotten sword was still being killed in his body, and it was certain that such an injury would have a great impact on him for years to come.

There was a sudden in-depth boredom in his heart.

Although knowing that the other party has also paid a heavy price and cannot live for a long time, this boring is difficult to describe in words, but it makes him want to leave Xue here.

He held out his right hand in silence.

But at this moment, all the people in front of the camp suddenly felt something, looked up and looked up at the sky above.

The snowy sky is separated in two halves, and in the middle is an absolutely vacuum passage.

A terrible force, this town, like an insurmountable wall, blocked between Lianglian and Xue Fuxiao and Ding Ning.

The hard and cold stone suddenly fell down, and a crack appeared.

This dozens of feet long fissure is absolutely straight, and the width of the cracking from beginning to end is a finger, without any deviation.

This is a sword mark.

Many practitioners in the camp gate looked at this sword mark and their eyes fell on the far corner through the passage that cut the sky.

They were shocked to think that who was on the top floor of the corner, could cast such a sword from such a distance.

Liang Lian's face was slightly frozen, he looked at the sword mark in front of him in silence, slowly withdrew his right hand, and then turned slowly and walked to the camp door behind him.

Under the umbrella, he laughed.

“It is over.”

He whispered this to Ding Ning next to him, and then turned back.

Ding Ning still has no words, just holding the umbrella hard to block the wind and snow as much as possible.

Xue forgot to take a few steps, the radiance of his face dispersed, and seemed to quickly become tired.

“Or not.”

He shook his head, sighed, and stretched out his arm, and put it on Ding Ning’s shoulder.

Ding Ning still did not speak, but let his body closer to Xue forgetful, with a thin shoulder to bear most of the weight of Xue forgetful.

"That's good!"

Xue forgot to look at the snow around him and felt the bone-chilling cold and weakness that had not been felt for a long time after being a practitioner, but he laughed again, “When the battalion defeated the general of the Tiger and Wolf North Army, he let His Majesty and the head of the Zongfa Division give me a sword, and today can be taken as the real scenery.”

Ding Ning looked at him, his voice trembling, but he could not say firmly: "Happy is good."

The snow is stronger.

Looking at the big and small help under the umbrella to leave the figure, the old man's eyes on the corner floor also had a complex emotion.

"Ignoring today's performance is amazing."

He whispered, "The student who followed him was also very good."

Huang Zhenwei could not help but sincerely praise: "It is indeed good."

In the snow, at the top of a castle closer to the barracks, a woman in a white dress was also looking at Xue Fu and Ding Ning who left.

She was cold at night.

Although her realm is higher than Liang Lian and Xue Fu, and it was only at the last moment of the two people's battle, the fact that Liang Lian is already a practitioner in the seven realms, and the last Xue forgetful sword, still makes her feel a strong shock.

She looked at the large umbrella that disappeared into the wind and snow, not immediately leaving, but thinking in silence, as if the battle reminded her of many things and made her understand something.

...

Xue and Liang Liang like a large number of mountains to attract the vitality of the world, do not know to attract the attention of the Longling, the vast majority of people want to see the seven realms above the practitioner's duel, but those who did not know in advance of the practitioners can be as fast as the night cold.

Many people have even just determined the general location of the battlefield battle, and the battle is over.

A middle-aged man dressed as a scribe along the riverside of the winter forest is moving rapidly towards the Tiger and Wolf North Army Battalion, at this time can no longer feel the violent fluctuations of the world, feel even the whistling of the wind and snow seem to calm down, the middle-aged scribe stopped, can not help but sigh.

Five years ago, he was already a practitioner of the six realms, but five years later, he was standing still, and he did not feel the mystery of moving the mountain.

Today, he felt that the sky and the sky were like a giant mountain, and he felt something in his heart, thinking that if he could feel the full effort between the seventh-bound practitioners, he might be able to get that chance of breaking the situation.

However, this opportunity passed away in a flash.

Even if the straightest line of travel has been chosen, the battle there is still a long way from the barracks at this moment, and the battle there is over.

In Changling, perhaps the simple course of the practitioners above the seven realms or the sword can be seen, but this kind of real killing, how many years before you can see it?

"Are you sorry?"It is a pity that this is life, and even if there is such a battle, you are not present, and you have to lose your life for it."

At this moment, a cold voice sounded from the winter forest on his side.

Listening to such a voice, the middle-of-the-road scribe suddenly developed a great sense of vigilance and ominousness in his heart.

His instinctively vocal practitioner seemed to have been in the winter forest for a long time, but he could not feel the existence of this person before.

A woman appeared slowly in his sight.

Her figure was still in the wind and snow, which made him even more anxious, and the scenery that was also trapped in the wind and snow was still barely visible, but everything about her body could not be seen at all.

“Who are you?”

Thinking that it is impossible for me to have such an enemy, especially a woman who is obviously above himself, the middle-aged scribe who does not need to be added with surprise, "Are you mistaken?"

“Are you not injured in the South?”"One of the disciples of the sword library of Bashan Sword Field?"The woman’s cold voice sounded again.

The middle-aged scribe was like a sudden snake bitten, his face became extremely white, the whole body unconsciously shrunk back, his throat was like being pinch, and he made an incredulous voice, "Are you the rest of the Bashan sword field?"

The woman who haunted the snow determined his identity and did not seem to want to talk to him at all, but said five words coldly and unusually simply: "No, five sheep Dan."

“No?”

The South Palace was injured, and he could not understand the woman's figure and repeated: "Five sheep Dan?"

The woman said disapprovingly and coldly, "I want the five sheep of Dandan."

“Five sheep of Dandan?”Nan Gong injured more and more unable to understand, "Just want such a Danfang?"

The girl said, “You don’t know?”

Nan Gong's injury suddenly felt the terrible killing intention, his body was slightly stiff, cold voice said: "My Nan Gong family has such a Danfang, but not on me, and this kind of Danfang is one of many kinds of Dan Fang in my South Palace family, and I can't use it on weekdays, how can I remember clearly."

The woman seemed to know that he would answer this way, and as an endorsement, he quickly said, "You tell me where Danfang is in your house, if you tell a lie, I will kill everyone in your house."I know that you are a filial piety, and that you take care of your mother at home, and you must not want to see her body separated."

The South Palace injury suddenly became angry and snapped, “Who are you!Even if you are the first-class characters, but this is the Changling, today from the tiger and wolf north army camp this belt, I do not know how many practitioners pay attention to, I do not know how many big people.Even if you can kill me, I don't believe that you can escape after I fight with you."

The woman who haunted the snow seemed to know earlier even when he said these words, so she did not pause for half a minute, and said coldly, "Kill you here, do not need to attract their attention."

As the sound of her words sounded, a strange coldness suddenly filled the wind and snow in the winter forest.

The South Palace was hoarsely raised.

He saw that the snow was still slowly falling outside, and there was no change at all.

However, all the falling snow, when he and the woman were counted overhead, fell down as if they fell on the ground, and accumulated thicker and thicker, forming a snow curtain.

The whole winter forest, covered by this strange snow curtain, is like a unique world.

Not only the wind and snow outside can not enter, even the vitality of the world can not enter.

This is a unique legal array, a law field waiting for him to enter.

Nanguo's injured forehead was full of cold sweats, but he still had the last hope.

He laughed sharply: "A strong Dharma formation ... but the vitality of heaven and earth can not enter, even if you are a practitioner of the mountain, I have reached the six realms, how can you quickly overcome me?" 」

The snow outside the woman died.

The sharp laughter of the South Palace suddenly stopped, and he felt that the space in front of him seemed to light up, and what appeared in his sight was a beautiful face to the extreme.

However, at this time, this woman was too beautiful, but there was a deep blue flame in her hand.

His breathing stopped suddenly.

Just a little breath, he felt that the blood all over it seemed to be frozen, and he felt that he could not match it.

The dark blue flame became thicker and thicker, and eventually became blue-black.

“The Nine Dark King Swords!”

Seeing the final color of the other side's sword, seeing the countless blue ice sands suddenly floating in the air, the South Palace was completely lost in injury, and howled like a ghost.