"Fenghua Sect's moves are famous for their dazzling splendor. In front of Fenghua Sect's moves, thinking of moves that even the practitioner would not expect is indeed the best way to deal with it, but it is also the stupidest way to deal with it." Ren Shaohua.

He fell to the ground and gathered up the strings, "What you did will undoubtedly make your whole body full of flaws, and what Fenghua Jiujue is best at is using flaws to defeat the enemy."

Mu Kexin half-knelt on the ground, leaning on the ground with his sword. His body was covered with blood and ice, and the air he breathed was condensed into a thin blood mist.

Gongsun Shilian sighed softly, and his sigh was particularly sad.

"Playing with fire and burning yourself." Ren Shaohua withdrew his gaze. In fact, he didn't understand this kind of desolation. He put himself in danger for the people he cared about. He had done something similar to this.

But Gongsun Shiliu's sadness has another meaning.

In Luoyang, when she and Luo Feiyu wanted to go to Yinglongtai through the secret alley of Tianji Pavilion, they were intercepted by Mu Kexin. At that time, Luo Feiyu defeated him with a sword of love, laughing at Mu Kexin that he didn't understand swords.

There is so much love in the world, and when you laugh at the guests again, your heart is like a fairy falling to earth, and you don't understand the fireworks and taste of the world.

But now it seems that it's not that Mu Kexin doesn't understand, it's just that the "emotion" she came into contact with is different from the emotion that the world knows, so she is confused.

Confused, she followed the strong man she admired all the way from Changbai to Luoyang and then to Xizhou, just to explore a simple enough question.

Love, what is it?

"I have to say, I admire you very much, but it's a pity that the situation is urgent." Ren Shaohua raised his head slightly, and suddenly opened the fog lock fan, "If you insist on doing this, then I can only send you on your way. To show respect,

I will avert my eyes and prevent your death from appearing in my eyes."

Gongsun Shilian also moved forward slowly and looked ahead.

Although she also admires Mu Kexin, the road ahead has been shrouded in fog, and Luo Feiyu's life and death are unknown. If Mo Wendong really wants to use him to awaken Loulan who is sleeping in the fairy tomb, not only Luo Feiyu will die, but Luo Shen will also die.

Even the clan’s years of perseverance will come to naught.

And in the end, what will Mo Wendong bring to the world?

"Anyone who violates the rules will be killed." Mu Kexin stood up tall.

"Those who block the road will die." Ren Shaohua jumped up, and the romantic air condensed on the fan. The mist on the mist-locking fan was like a wisp of the setting sun.

The autumn wind locks the fog and leaves the river, and the sad rain and frost come into my dream.

The nine unique features of elegance are those of fan.

Autumn wind sad painting fan.

Different from the wild and unruly style of Kuang Fan Jue, this fan technique is full of tenderness and sadness. The fan falls with a traceless force, gentle and freehand, but it hides a murder that is deeper and colder than Kuang Fan Jue.

meaning!

"Then you'll die!" Mu Ke's heart lifted up and Guhan was surrounded by frost. The sword marks left on his body due to "Thousands of Mountain Birds Flying Away" all burst out at this moment. The blood was outlined like a painting, and was gushing out again.

Everything condenses in the moment it comes out.

The sky and the earth were filled with blood and filled with traces of frost.

The final form of the disappearance of all traces of people is inexhaustible.

"Why should a dying body resist so far?" Ren Shaohua stepped into the bloody frost marks. As he said just now, he closed his eyes and stopped looking, but the folding fan was still moving forward, and

The murderous intention is getting stronger and stronger!

Mu Kexin raised his sword.

The so-called non-destruction means that no one can be destroyed, no birth can be destroyed, and nothing can be destroyed.

Even herself.

Now, she may have found the answer.

Or maybe, you are still searching hard in confusion.

But no matter what, she knew at least one thing.

My father wanted to make Guhan's sword and scabbard fit together until his death, and he even sacrificed his life for it. It was not so that he could realize his dream of being the best in the world, but it was only in the last journey of his life that he realized the meaning of love.

The truth.

And Mu Kexin's sword was still moving forward until the last moment.

Nameless wall.

With a "ding" sound, the folded sword and the dust sword collided again.

Luo Feiyu's hand holding the folded sword was trembling: "Brother, I suddenly feel that you are right. It's not that I can't beat you because you can stretch and bend, but I feel from the bottom of my heart that you are right."

Ling Jianqiu looked at him coldly.

"In the past few years that I have been in the world, I have indeed heard a lot of slander against my wife. Even my master has been criticized." Luo Feiyu said solemnly, "The fault is clearly not theirs, but they have to suffer because of others."

Ling Jianqiu became solemn, because although Luo Feiyu was agreeing with him, there was a light in his eyes that he didn't want to see.

"It is a big mistake to be greedy, have thoughts, and even give your greed a so-called high-sounding name. It is not the fault of my wife, nor the fault of the master, nor the fault of the world, but the fault of those ignorant people.

It’s the person’s fault. If the world is really as miserable as Mo Wendong said, then why does the Master want to turn her dream into reality?"

Luo Feiyu pushed Ling Jianqiu back with a folded sword, then straightened his posture and said seriously: "She is not wrong."

"Boring." Ling Jianqiu stood with his sword in hand.

"What I said is indeed ridiculous and boring." Luo Feiyu laughed at himself, holding a folding sword in both hands and raising it above his head.

Ling Jianqiu was slightly startled.

This is the power of a heavy sword!

"Isn't your Sword Heart Technique capable of defeating all forces in the world? I'll use sword skills instead, what do you say?" Luo Feiyu sneered.

Ling Jianqiu frowned: "Are you good at swordsmanship?"

"Because I thought it was fun, I secretly learned a few tricks in Luoyang, and I achieved some success. Besides, there is no scabbard in the world that can hold a folding sword, so can I use a folding sword as a sword? Senior brother,

Just try my martial arts talent!" Luo Feiyu slashed with his sword.

"You can't even beat me in swordsmanship, let alone your swordsmanship, which you just started to learn?" Ling Jianqiu raised his sword horizontally, "Your martial arts attitude is as absurd as your thoughts!"

Luo Feiyu was knocked away with one strike of the sword. Luo Feiyu turned around in the air and fell to the ground, then swung the sword again.

Turn your sword into a sword and rise again!

"Stubborn." Ling Jianqiu shook his head, with a ruthless look in his eyes, "Then I will accompany you to complete this set of sword skills, and then I will send you on your way."

The sword broke and fell, but it was still in vain.

Then it rises and falls again, and rises and falls again!

"This is my own creation, the rising and falling sword technique!" Luo Feiyu laughed loudly while swinging his sword.

"This name is as casual as your conduct." Ling Jianqiu raised his sword to block again, the two swords collided, and the sword body trembled. He is said to know autumn with a leaf, and can defeat all kinds of tricks. Luo Feiyu's poor swordsmanship, which is unclear and ups and downs,

It’s nothing in his eyes!

After blocking Luo Feiyu's sword for an unknown number of times, Ling Jianqiu changed his sword stance and flew the folded sword away with one strike. The tip of the sword touched Luo Feiyu's throat.

"It's over." Ling Jianqiu said coldly.
Chapter completed!