The tip of the snow-white long sword collided with the arc of blue flames.

The dazzling light suddenly burst out.

The next moment, the snow-white rainbow split into two exploded.

One person and one sword flew backwards the same way.

It is the candle in the snow and the sword and the frost.

The Blue Flame Arc stayed quietly in the air where the confrontation had just happened.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The snow-white long sword emitted a whine that only the sword master understood.

Half a moon-white cuff in the snow turned into ashes. Although his body was intact, it took off vertically and returned like a backward flight.

Whoever has the upper hand and whoever has the lower hand can tell at a glance.

Everyone looked at the young man in Confucian shirt standing beside the sword box on the flat ground below. He was behind one hand and holding a gourd in the other hand, and silently raised his head to drink.

In the sky, Xue Zhongzhu was also stunning for a while, reacted and looked down at the broken cuffs.

He looked at Ouyang Rong who was drinking alone on the ground below, calmly and unfaithful.

The next moment, the mixed-blooded face of Xue Zhongzhu was congested and red, and his eyes were filled with anger.

The candle in the snow suddenly hangs upside down in the air, still, and the purple air in the dantian is consumed wildly.

The snow-white long sword that flew backwards continued to rise into the air and fell into her hands. One person and one sword fell into the clouds. In the next moment, the trapped dragon swelled a hundred times from the sword body, and the space where the dragon tail swept through it produced wrinkles and ripples.

The candle in the snow fell from the clouds with a sword, and the shadow of the trapped dragon covered the whole body, and the air around it seemed to fall into a cold pond.

The sword edge triggers the frost from the surrounding heaven and earth, and thousands of ice ridges pour out like rain. Each ice ridge falls to the ground and turns into an illusion of a sword-holding snow girl. When these illusions are shattered, they will detonate the fragments of the trapped dragon shadow scales sealed in their body.

The young man in Confucian clothes raised his head and drank leisurely:

"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains."

He suddenly stretched out his hand, his palm towards Xunyang City, clenched his void, and clenched his fists.

For three hundred years, everyone in the literary world has known that scholars from Xunyang, Jiangzhou love to chant chrysanthemums the most.

It is because the most famous scholar who loved chrysanthemums in ancient and modern times came from Jiangzhou.

In the distance, Xunyang City gathered for three hundred years of literary style and rushed into an arc of blue flames above Xunyang Grottoes.

The candle in the snow fell with a sword, and this sword was called Xue Burial Three Thousand. Time has only passed less than three breaths.

【Craftsmanship】The sword has been successfully launched.

Go back!

A woman and a sword trapped in the shadow of the dragon collided with [Machinery].

In the next moment, all the light disappeared.

I saw [Arc] standing silently.

But the candle in the snow took a step back.

It was considered flat, and the candle in the snow fell a little bit.

How is that possible!

Everyone was shocked. Even though the young man in Confucian shirt was only a seventh grade cultivation level, he was only a sword for three breaths.

The snow-crawler's face looked a little ugly.

At this moment, a white dragon that had been lurking for a long time rushed out and took advantage of the young man in Confucian shirt to set up a sword on the spot and bumped into it.

【Arc】It is in mid-air, and there is no time to return.

The most fragile thing about the sword-holding man is his body.

Dare to stand on the flat ground clearly, the most conspicuous target.

The young man in Confucian shirt suddenly hung the wine gourd again, his calm eyes disappeared, and a smile appeared, and he shook his cuffs casually, revealing a left palm that was playing with the eighteen seeds.

He smiled and his left hand was about to make a gesture of a slight slash.

Only the three qi-refining genius of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism involved the pinching of seals. He was familiar with the path and became a left-handed man.

In the next moment, the golden light that was originally exclusive to Rong Zhen and others suddenly appeared on him.

It is a strange dark gold color, indicating some extraordinaryness.

The white dragon passed through his body and hit the ground.

The roar sounded and dust filled the sky.

The young man in Confucian shirt was intact and did not hurt at all.

Ouyang Rong put away the Buddhist beads, his smile disappeared, he continued to pick the gourd, and drank wine and cloth swords with a calm expression.

The century-old literary spirit of Xunyang City continues to flock to [Craftsmanship].

It's like it's inexhaustible.

It was Ouyang Rong who taught an old man carrying a flower hoe not long ago - the origin and nature of the body are empty.

Wen Qi is also Qi.

This time, the sword was built for more than three breaths, and the time was getting longer and longer. I don’t know when it would end.

This also means that the power of this [arc] when it falls is much greater than the blow that just stood equal to the candle in the snow.

Aware of this, Xue Zhongzhu, Wei Shaoqi and others' faces changed.

"Be careful, big girl!"

A picture of the Peach Blossom Land unfolds in the air, blocking the snow candle.

The two hid behind the fake tripod sword together.

Just as they avoided the edge.

A young man in Confucian shirt held Buddhist beads and suddenly walked towards the high platform.

Unobstructed along the way.

Everyone on and off the high platform looked at him in awe. Seeing that he came over, someone reacted and came to meet him one after another, including a girl in the palace dress, silently walked at the end of the crowd and greeted him.

"Ouyang Lianghan, have you figured it out? Is it here to join our palace this time? OK, okay, after you go back, the prince will marry you with the Zhenxian Princess!"

Wei Wu walked out first and welcomed him happily.

Because they were blocked by the bronze mask, they saw the strange smile on the corner of the mouth of the young man in Confucian shirt.

The young man in Confucian clothes looked at Wei Wu, and then looked at the white jade Buddhist beads in his hand.

Then he smiled and his eyes continued to fall on the Buddhist beads in the hands of Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu, and Madam Song. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"Ouyang Lianghan, let's work with the princess to quickly kill these rebels..."

Halfway through the words, an arc fell.

Wei Wu's last vision was a sprint, as if he had seen the yellow mud on his soles and boots.

A head with a facial expression that was both puzzled and fearful hit the ground.

Wei Wu's neck was broken and blood was thundering.

Yi Qianqiu, Madam Song and others were shocked and took a few steps back.

Rong Zhen, who was about to approach him, stopped walking.

The two of them were also stunned when they were preventing the sword from being used to prevent the sword.

After ten breaths of swords, the powerful ones returned home, not against them, but just to kill a groom man... Isn't he afraid of not having a second chance to set the sword?

Wei Wu's head rolled down on the ground, his eyes wider than a copper bell. He couldn't believe that Ouyang Lianghan would take action without saying a word until he died.

Killing chickens with a slaughter knife... But Ouyang Lianghan doesn't care.

Wei Wu died with his eyes closed.

[Masterpiece] Take off slowly, swinging and re-launching the sword.

Everyone saw that the white jade Buddhist beads in Wei Wu's corpse flew up and fell into the hands of a young man in Confucian shirt. He held two strings of Buddhist beads with one hand and shook his head a little helplessly:
Chapter completed!