The floor in the main hall, centered around Ouyang Rong's feet, had cracks like spider silk.

His shoulders were lowered inch by inch.

Damn it, this girl is so outrageous! How did she find her here? She had obviously hidden her anger the whole time.

Ouyang Rong cursed secretly. He didn't have time to burn his clothes or think too much. He rushed over immediately, picked up the sword case, and stuffed the wrinkled clothes in his hands into the piano-shaped sword case that blocked the air. At the same time, he ignored the previous angry words.

The little guy also flew out of the sword box with a "whoosh" and surrounded Ouyang Rong, guarding his side.

The snow-white sword energy was consumed by the tripod sword, and the pressure dropped sharply.

So Ouyang Rong and the craftsman, each with a sword, ran away.

But he is fast, but there are people faster than him.

"Want to escape?"

Not long after the young Confucian scholar wearing a bronze mask ran away, Xue Zhongzhu's figure landed on the spot where he once stood in the Sutra Copying Hall that had lost its roof.

I saw a tall woman with flaming blond hair wearing a snow-white Wu skirt, carrying a long sword on her back, and holding something in both hands. One hand was holding the red lotus sword seal that was lighting up with a clear blue light frequently, and the other hand was holding a

Two bloody heads.

She is of mixed Han and Hu heritage and should have an exotic appearance, like a frozen snow lotus, arrogant and indifferent. Her blue eyes are as deep as the abyss, captivating the soul.

The candle in the snow held the two carefully crafted heads that had sneaked into Yun Mengze, and threw them on the floor in front of the giant Buddha. Their figures disappeared in an instant.

The next moment, the tall orch figure with a long sword on his back appeared a hundred feet behind Ouyang Rong... As if he were leaping, the distance between him and Ouyang Rong was getting closer and closer.

Ouyang Rong was like an unlucky guy being chased by an avalanche, with a bright light on his back, urging all his spiritual energy to run wildly. At this moment, the craftsman beside him suddenly stopped following him and shot straight up into the sky.

Seeing the cauldron sword leaving, Xue Zhongzhu did not pursue it. He pursued the fox-faced scholar without stopping, and the distance got closer and closer.

Let the craftsman make a cloth sword, she will directly take the sword holder.

Hearing a voice from behind, like a whisper close at hand, Ouyang Rong broke into a cold sweat.

"Come back? But why is Bu Jian so far away? Aren't you the eighth grade blue energy? Did I see it wrong?"

Her stiff voice sounded a little confused. Ouyang Rong activated his spiritual energy to run away, revealing the color of his spiritual energy.

But this does not prevent the candle in the snow from drawing the sword.

A snow-white waterfall poured out from the scabbard, as bright as a swimming dragon, and struck directly at Ouyang Rong's shoulders and back.

Ouyang Rong heard a "buzz" and his vision went dark. He only felt that a majestic snow mountain with a height of thousands of feet was rushing towards him. There was a snow lotus on the mountain, swaying like a cold beauty. The snow mountain occupied his entire field of vision, and the surrounding world was silent.

The feeling of suffocation filled his five senses, making him unable to think of any resistance. He suddenly wanted to appreciate the snowdrops one last time before dying without any resistance.

But far away in the clouds, the craftsman who was frantically siphoning the fragrance of Dagushan suddenly heard an urgent thought of fire. This urgent thought turned into a sword in his mind, splitting open the illusion of snow-capped mountains and lotus flowers in front of the sword owner.

Ouyang Rong suddenly woke up and bit the tip of his tongue to force himself to wake up.

Turning around again, I saw that it was just a snow-white long sword aimed directly at the vital point. Where was the majestic snow mountain and the cold and beautiful snow lotus.

People's survival instinct in times of crisis is unconventional.

At the critical moment, Ouyang Rong, who had no place to rely on in the air, mobilized his cervical spine bones and body muscles, and twisted his body at a very anti-human and unconventional angle to barely avoid the sword. The range of his movements was so large that his right shoulder twisted to the limit.

, click, dislocation and fracture.

At the same time, he dodged a sword and his body became unstable, and he fell heavily into a pile of fallen leaves in the corner of the small courtyard below that the monk was too lazy to shovel.

The candle in the snow softly said "Hey".

Just now in her field of vision, there should have been the Yunmeng Sword Intention that even the sixth-grade Qi Practitioner could not hide from, but at the feet of the fox-faced young man in Confucian robes, green lotus phantoms full of Zen flavor suddenly appeared.

A wonderful solution that breaks through the illusion.

As for the fox-faced young man in a Confucian shirt, there was an unconventional and weird twisting movement in the air.

Xue Zhongzhu's slender eyebrows frowned slightly, smelling an unclean element.

However, she originally wanted to capture this rare sword holder alive, but she only used five points of force with this sword.

Nodding, he handed over another sword.

But at this time, the cold and hazy moonlight around them quietly became a little brighter, and the surrounding scenery, objects, and people were all dyed with a faint blue halo.

In the sky, a "clear blue crescent moon" that condensed fifteen breaths fell.

The candle suddenly stood still in the snow, looking up at the sky.

"What's the name of this sword?"

she asked suddenly.

The young man in scholar's shirt did not answer, but stood up from the pile of dead leaves with his hand on his dislocated right shoulder. Under the bronze fox face, which was covered with frosty autumn leaves, there was faint blood dripping from the lip. The only pair of dark eyes exposed in the mask were as deep as the mountains.

The deep pool reflects the crescent moon and the people under the moon.

Xuezhongzhu nodded, and faced the "difficulties" with his unruly purple aura.

With one sword and one sword, she collided with the crescent moon.

The next moment, under the dark sky, a speck of light exploded, with purple and blue intertwined.
Chapter completed!