"It's done." On the top of the peak, Ling Jianqiu took back the sword, spit out a breath of turbid air, and slowly opened his eyes.

All the wind and snow that rolled up in the peaks stopped at this moment.

But there was still a sword energy stagnant in the air, cutting out white marks from the exposed mountains.

Ling Jianqiu bowed his head slightly, his eyes passed over the dense sword energy he swung, and threw himself at the two people at the foot of the mountain. There was a faint gesture of looking down on all living beings between his eyebrows.

"This kid really does not hide his sharpness at all." Xie Wensheng raised his hand and sorted out his clothes. "Even I, who had wandered in front of the underworld countless times, felt scared at this moment."

The woman in the blue tent did not care about her messy hair and clothes, but was looking at Ling Jianqiu on the top and feeling the sword energy coming towards her.

Not only did she avoid it, she drew out Gu Han's sword.

A sword is born, and the cold pond is swallowed.

The bare snowless mountains and the snow-covered surface of a hundred feet are all condensed with a thick layer of frost.

She drew her sword in this moment.

The sword starts like an ice phoenix spreads its wings.

On the edge of the sword as blue as ice, a white bird rose up into the sky, splashing out ice flowers one after another. However, the ice flowers did not weaken the white bird's advance, but made it more sharp and attacked the overwhelming sword energy.

"This is the first time I saw Gu Han sword appearing so close. It is really worthy of being the extremely cold sword in the world." Xie Wensheng praised: "Even the sword king's white bird was frozen in this sword."

"However, what you have to face is the purest sword heart in the world." Xie Wensheng shook his head.

Ling Jianqiu, who was above the top, saw her setting out her sword, but she still stood there motionless, and didn't even raise her hand.

The sword energy collided with the white bird, and a loud bang.

The white bird roared for a moment and then returned silently.

These sword energy cut off the hair of the woman in the blue tent, and left tiny blood marks on her delicate face, and at the same time, they also pierced the snow behind her through hundreds of tiny holes.

A woman in a blue tent collects her sword.

Ling Jianqiu fell from the top and came to ten meters ahead of the two.

After landing, he put away his arrogant posture, saluted Xie Wensheng respectfully, and then looked at the woman in the blue tent.

The woman in the blue tent was also watching him.

After a while, she still couldn't resist the surging true energy in her body. She felt a smell of fishy sweetness in her throat. Then she spit out five mouthfuls of blood, and took ten steps back to stop before she stopped, dyeing a large area of ​​snow in front of her. Then Ling Jianqiu moved her eyes away from her, and while raising her head, she also raised her hand to take over the first piece of snow.

The sword energy dissipated.

But it also brought about falling snow, just like the old days in the past, the snow sets all day long.

Xie Wensheng took out the medicine bottle and wanted to go forward to heal his wounds, but was rejected by the woman in the blue tent.

Xie Wensheng said helplessly: "Show off?"

"Aren't you said that the loser has the charm of defeat." The woman in the blue tent said coldly: "I want to see where I lost."

"The reason for your defeat this time is actually very simple, and you don't need to look at it at all." Xie Wensheng took back the medicine bottle and said indifferently: "It's just a gap in strength."

The woman in the blue tent had blood flowing in the wound, "What do you mean?"

"That's what it means. Now your father is dead, and one of the five swords in the martial arts world is missing, and Kunlun is hard to find. Even Tianji Pavilion doesn't know the news that your father was buried in Kunlun." Xie Wensheng did not shy away.

"In the past two years, I have not mentioned any of this, why do you know!" The woman in the blue tent tightened slightly.

"I have lived for so long, and the ink marks on the judge's pen have dried up so many times. Even I don't remember it myself. It is easy to judge whether a person is dead or not." Xie Wensheng looked at the woman in the blue tent, "When you first arrived in Changbai, I saw that you had a breath on your body. Only when you have been in contact with dead people can you be infected with this breath. And you don't seem to have a killing intention, so you haven't killed a single person along the way. The source of this breath can only be your father."

"And when Jianqiu stepped out of Changbai Mountain, it was time to replace your father and become the Five Swords."

"Who is ranked?" the woman in the blue tent asked coldly.

"The head of the five swords." Xie Wensheng looked at Ling Jianqiu.

Ling Jianqiu was still watching the snow with all his attention, "It finally snowed again."

"A few months ago, you brought the snow from the south to Changbai, and led the snow from the Changbai south a few days ago. What is the purpose of?" Xie Wensheng walked forward slowly and asked.

"It is not suitable to travel in spring, so I hope my junior brother can stay in Jiangnan obediently." Ling Jianqiu said lightly: "As a swordsman, you must not only judge the situation in the duel, but also learn this in the world."

Xie Wensheng said quietly: "But your master said that if you want to accomplish that, you must defeat him first."

"He can no longer defeat me now, so I don't need to meet him." Ling Jianqiu's tone was very calm, without any slightest arrogance, as if he was telling an unquestionable fact: "A person who failed to be wronged by the devil Xue in the eyes of many people in the martial arts world is already unwilling tolerated by this martial arts world. What qualifications do you have to be my opponent?"

"Oh." Xie Wensheng sighed, not knowing what he was thinking.

"And it's time for me to leave." Ling Jianqiu said slowly.

"I'm going there." Xie Wensheng smiled bitterly.

"Mr. Xie wants to walk with me?" Ling Jianqiu asked.

"Of course. Since the master in the city invited me to visit, how could I not go?" Xie Wensheng looked at the sky.

Ling Jianqiu smiled, said nothing more, bypassed Xie Wensheng and came to the woman in the blue tent.

The woman in the blue tent had already conditioned her inner breath and looked at him.

"I'm going out of the mountain." Ling Jianqiu spoke first without expression.

"Are you going to take Gu Han back?" The woman in the blue tent pulled out Gu Han's sword and presented it to Ling Jianqiu, "I'll admit defeat."

Ling Jianqiu looked at Gu Hanjian.

Although the Blue Pang woman suffered repeated defeats, what he could not deny was that the Blue Pang woman used the Gu Han sword above her. A sword is famous for her swordsman, and very few swordsmans would be famous for her swordsman. If the Gu Han sword was used by him, it would be at best just a thing that suppressed the internal strength and mental method, and it was no different from the previous days of being sealed in the snow-capped mountains.

Only in her hands can she shine the sharpness she should have.

"Take it." Ling Jianqiu did not go to pick her up, and walked forward, "Go to a place with me. When my business ends, this sword will belong to you."

"Where do you go?" The woman in the blue tent was stunned.

"Luoyang." Ling Jianqiu said lightly: "Go and get an old debt."

"Imperial Capital?" The woman in the blue tent murmured, then remembered something, turned to look at Ling Jianqiu's back, "By the way, you haven't asked my name in the past two years."

"The defeated general under his command does not need to be a common name." Ling Jianqiu didn't look back.

However, the woman in the blue tent continued to say to herself, "My name is Mu Kexin, remember my name."

"One day, I will defeat you!"

Ling Jianqiu's tone was plain: "I'll talk about it when you beat me."

Xie Wensheng shook his head and smiled, "What a fool who doesn't know the romance."
Chapter completed!