Mu Kexin did make the move to draw a sword, but it was definitely not that she really wanted to draw a sword. It was a habit that had been formed after practicing sword for many years. After all, this was a sword that took over the "birds flying across thousands of mountains". Its domineering momentum could destroy everything.

But at this moment, she fell into silence.

Perhaps it is as Luo Feiyu said. Even if she says many things, she won’t understand.

She was born on Kunlun Mountain since childhood. From childhood to adulthood, all she saw was endless snow, she had never seen the world, and had never come to the world, and had experienced the unforgettable love and hate in the world. So there were many things that even she didn't understand, why she had to do that and think about it that way.

For example, now, after seeing that move of "swallows in pairs", she felt a little envious.

At this moment, she was like a lonely shadow independent under the snowflakes, watching the swallows flying in the spring breeze. She suddenly remembered that there was only a sword contest between herself and that person, and the endless sword contest day after day, and it seemed that she had never joined forces and used a sword.

How great would it be if one day I could shoot a sword with him.

She didn't know why she thought so.

But in my heart, I just thought so.

"What are she thinking? At her age, it's not that love has just begun." Luo Feiyu lifted up a tuft of hair on his forehead and smiled meaningfully, "It's all because our joint sword is so warm. It's so warm that the immortal who has never seen spring..."

"Everyone has had spring dreams."

Gongsun Shilan frowned slightly, "Smelling and beautiful."

Yes, I won't understand.

Mu Kexin suddenly shook her head.

Instead of thinking too much, it is better to end it as soon as possible and then rush to Yinglongtai, which has been muttering for a long time in the person. Maybe by then, you will have the chance to share a sword with that person.

"Forget it, let her stand stupidly, let's go." Luo Feiyu was a little annoyed when he was waiting, so he waved to Gongsun Shilian.

But a sudden cold air hit his hand back.

"It seems that the immortal's dream has woken up." Luo Feiyu broke his sword back and dispelled the cold air.

"I can only win." Mu Kexin suddenly shouted, lifting his sword at the same time.

The iceberg is cold and is most common in the world.

But the wind blows through the mountains like ghosts roaring, and snowflakes shatter the dangerous scenery of the snow-capped mountains like swords. It is difficult to see it unless it is a special season. Even if someone has seen it, most of them will die in the cold wind.

Luo Feiyu had an illusion at this moment.

It seems that the dangerous scenery of snow-capped mountains that can only be seen in the book is about to be presented to me.

"Do you want to see with your own eyes the scenery of Kunlun snowy mountains?"

"That's it." Mu Kexin fell down with a sword.

This sword cannot tolerate heaven and earth, and it will exterminate everything.

All the traces are destroyed!

The warm light that had gathered before disappeared in an instant. There seemed to be only a cold and terrifying ice fog left in the world, and even breathing became extremely difficult. Even if it could, it could only exhale fine ice chips.

Luo Feiyu hurriedly raised his head with a serious look on his face.

Although he has not been in the world for a long time, he has received the blessing of "Zhe" sword and has seen many swords.

But this sword made him feel the for the first time that the overwhelming despair that was swept down was nowhere to hide or hide. To this extent, even if he used the Sword Vein Art, he was afraid that before he could melt the sword energy, the blood in his body would be frozen by the cold.

"Why use that sword." Gongsun Shilan, who was behind him, suddenly said.

Before Luo Feiyu could respond, the sound of a flute came from the cold wind.

A sword appeared behind him.

It was the sword he got from Gushan Sword Cave that day, who claimed to be able to keep everything out, and Juechen was so sad that he cried.

"The sword rises!" Luo Feiyu shouted in a deep voice. The nearly transparent sword fell on his hand. Even though it was soaked in the cold fog, the water waves on the sword were still rippling as before, and it seemed that it had not been affected at all.

He held the sword and slashed towards the cold mist in front of him.

But when I encountered strong resistance, I could no longer move forward.

Mu Kexin's move seemed like a sword formation, but not a sword formation. Instead, she continued to draw swords, swords, and then swords, using countless sword energy that were airtight and surging like snowflakes, forming a world of swords!

It’s like the wind and snow on Kunlun Mountain!

Luo Feiyu has read countless swords, including Liu Zangyuechen, who can be called sword immortals. But in the eyes of the world, this sword is the only one who can truly deserve the word "媚".

No wonder, no wonder, there is no other sword immortals in the world who emerged, but who can be named as the White Bird Immortal Lord, who is probably the only one who is famous all over the world with the word "Immortal".

Because where the sword starts is a fairyland.

It's also a desperate situation!

"I should be the one who survives my life!" Luo Feiyu's eyes became extremely fanatical.

"The lonely dust is ten thousand feet high, and there is no trace of fairy land." Mu Ke's heart in the snow mist was cold, but the cold in his hands was still constant.

"What are you going to find my sword?"

"Since it is a duel between our swordsmen, we naturally come to find it with a sword." Luo Feiyu answered unexpectedly, but his answer was so simple that it was hard to refute, "It is indeed a sword that is the most immortal."

Mu Kexin was stunned, "Did you see it?"

"I saw it myself." Luo Feiyu nodded, and blood appeared in his eyes.

"It doesn't mean you can find it." Mu Kexin jumped up gently, and then there were more than ten sword energy. Wherever Gu Han passed, the sword flowers were bright and dark, and the cold energy was tremendous.

Like a fairy shadow who greets the cold, independent, lonely and ethereal.

Perhaps she should be the only one in this "destroying traces of people".

"It's just a pity." Luo Feiyu turned his head and looked at Gongsun Shilan with a smile.

"There is still a lingering entanglement in her heart." Gongsun Shilan took back the jade flute and said softly.

"What a pity! The most taboo thing about this sword is love." Luo Feiyu sneered and walked up with the sword.

Mu Kexin, who was leaning in the air, looked at Luo Feiyu who was constantly moving in the cold air, and smiled rarely. Yes, since she had a ties in her heart, she was no longer lonely. How can a person who is not lonely make this lonely sword?

"There is no woman in my heart, so I will draw the sword and the natural god." Luo Feiyu yelled and waved his sword, "Eat my sword Zhu Xian!"

Gongsun Shilan's face changed slightly.

Mu Kexin also hugged a cold air and wanted to wave it towards Luo Feiyu.

"But there is something in my heart." Luo Feiyu pointed his feet and retreated to Gongsun Shilan's side. The tears of sadness turned into a pond, covering the two of them, and the cold air was gone.

Wudang sword technique, Li Yuan.

Mu Ke's pupils shrank, "You!"

"Hahaha, you have never seen the world and don't understand the world's affairs, so naturally you don't understand the shameless behavior of the people in the world!" Luo Feiyu smiled proudly.
Chapter completed!