Sword Net Three Strategies Collection·Shadow Cun

Eight, frost and snow

Ye Hancheng escaped from Tibetan Sword, and has been in exile in the rivers and lakes ever since.All the way from Yangzhou to the north, passing through Luoyang to the vicinity of Fenghua Valley, resting in Pingding Village, continuing on, and arriving at Ziyuan Mountain in the evening.He planned to sleep on the mountain overnight, but he didn't expect that just as he went up the mountain, his Dragon Flame Fenghan trembled slightly, and made a slight sword cry.The further you go, the louder the sound becomes.

According to legend, when long-lost reunited swords or male and female swords meet, they will issue sword calls to guide each other.

Could it be that there is another Dragon Flame Sealing Cold?

Ye Hancheng was puzzled, and walked towards the top of the mountain, when he heard the sound of knife handles colliding from above, and someone was screaming.When he arrived, he saw a young man in his early twenties standing not far away, dressed in gold and red silk, with a graceful figure like a woman and a beautiful face.She has a high ponytail, strange white hair that reaches her waist, and a delicate rouge jade fan on her bun.He held a pair of swords with a blue handle and a black handle in his hand, and there was a pool of blood at his feet, and several corpses of men in blue lay in a mess.

The young man frowns and smiles slightly, and maintains a noble and elegant demeanor when he sees Ye Hancheng.The corner of his mouth raised, without saying a word, he raised his two swords, raised his hand and swiped, his waist was turned around and the golden bell pendant shook crisply.The sword wind was blowing, the long white hair fluttered, and several sharp rays of light flew towards Ye Hancheng one after another.It is Qixiufang's kung fu sword master heaven and earth.

Gentle killing intent.

Ye Hancheng knew that a fierce battle was inevitable.Long Yan Feng Han snapped out of the sheath and let out a clear whistle.Ye Hancheng frowned, tilted his upper body slightly, deftly avoided the sword light, and rushed towards the young man in red with a jade rainbow penetrating the sun.The young man stood calmly, unhurriedly blocked with his backhand, the two swords neighed, and a series of suffocating fires were created, reflecting the confrontation between alert and sneering eyes.Ye Hancheng took Mei Yinxiang first, and before the young man turned around, he went around behind the young man, and chased after him with a sword. Pinghu Duanyue was also dodged sideways, and Ye Hancheng deflected his sword, turned around and stabbed back with Huanglong Tucui.Just as the young man's sword energy was pressing towards Ye Hancheng, the two sides couldn't dodge in time, and they were both killed.

"Tsk, what a sharp little white chicken." The young man still had a smile on his face, and his tone was full of deliberate provocation. The lines of light, the rouge-colored rays of light that flashed from both hands seemed to be attached to the sword body, blending with the coldness of the two swords themselves.

In the old days, there was a beautiful woman, Gongsun, who used a sword to move around.

The situation didn't allow Ye Hancheng to think too much, the young man's sword pointed straight, and at the same time as he drew the sword, the negative inner force rushed towards him with the rouge-colored light, very fast and ruthless, piercing through the void.Ye Hancheng turned around but touched the wound on his left shoulder, and was stunned and injured his back.The young man immediately separated from Ye Hancheng's offensive of breaking the tide, and swung his swords with another move to dominate the world.Ye Hancheng was in pain, and felt as if the wound on his back was about to freeze.Lowering his waist, he dodged the sword master Tiandi's sharp edge, and at the same time screamed at the sun, changed hands and withdrew the Haotian epee behind him, and hit the drunken moon with his left hand holding the light sword.The pain in his left shoulder forced him to clenched his teeth, and he swung the epee with all his strength in his right hand. The young man was forced back more than ten feet by the sudden force of the sword.Daoist sword lights crisscrossed towards Ye Hancheng, Ye Hancheng jumped up, and the epee slashed straight at the young man's figure.The young man's feet are like a lark standing on a branch, and he avoids it lightly. Taking advantage of the opposite Crane Guishan falling into the air and shaking the ground, he dances gracefully and leisurely.Ye Hancheng slashed forward, the golden lightsaber flashed around, and turned around with the epee in both hands, the wind of the sword made the dead leaves dance in the forest, suddenly and violently.There seems to be a bloody smell coming from the flying clothes, and the golden light shines.When the sword wind gradually subsided, he immediately switched back to the light sword and quickly stabbed to the right with his eyes, but the light of the black-hilted sword of the young man had reached his throat at some point, less than an inch away, and could kill him .

The young man stood there, a small red flower surrounded him with soft light.There were many wounds on his body, which must have been caused by the wind coming to Wushan just now.But because Ye Hancheng was seriously injured and didn't use all his strength, otherwise the young man would never have been able to resist the wind and Wu Shan's offensive and stab Ye Hancheng's throat with a backhand sword.But the young man didn't seem to care about the result, nor how much blood was shed on his body, he just sneered softly and gracefully, with a noble and graceful posture.

Ye Hancheng was defeated.

This posture was deadlocked for a while.Ye Hancheng originally thought that the young man would send him to see Yan Luo, but unexpectedly, the young man withdrew his sword bluntly, the cynicism disappeared from the smile on his face, showing a little relief that he met his opponent.

"What's your name?" The young man suddenly asked kindly.

"...Why, you didn't kill me?"

"Oh, I don't want to take advantage of other people's danger." The young man pointed to Ye Hancheng's left shoulder injury, and said: "Such a serious injury, why don't you go to this place to play instead of looking for a doctor to treat it? Also, you are so powerful My young master Cangjian, why, you have lost all the energy to be hungry? Your power to come to Wushan is at least several times as powerful as it is now. I was blocked by me just now, didn’t you notice it?”

"Found."

The young man's purple eyes glowed with a ruthless and touching light: "Young master, how did you get that light sword in your hand?"

Ye Hancheng looked down at his Dragon Flame Feng Han, and it was still making a weak sword cry, which was also there during the fight just now.This Dragon Flame Sealing Cold was forged by his elder brother himself before he entered the Sword Tomb. It is the same as the heavy sword Haotian, but he unexpectedly didn't want to say to this young man: "Where did I get it, why did I tell you?" you?"

"Haha, it seems that I have been regarded as a bad person. That's right, I was originally a bad person." The laughter became more relaxed.After a while, the young man turned his head and stared quietly at the black-handled long sword behind him, stared at it with a smile, and stretched out his hand to draw it out.Ye Hancheng thought he was going to make a move, subconsciously clenched Long Yan, Feng Han frowned.The young man showed no hostility, he just moved the black-handled long sword closer to Longyan Fenghan at will.As he expected, the two light swords uttered sword sounds, clanging and melodious.

"Don't get me wrong, it's just that your light sword and mine, Mo Xue, are opposing swords?"

"What basis do you have?"

The young man shook his head: "The blue-handled one behind me is called Jiangshuang, and the black one in my hand is Moxue. Jiangshuang and Moxue were originally two pairs of double swords, but later, the other Jiangshuang broke Now, this Moxue is in my hands again..." The young man said halfway, as if deliberately keeping something hidden, as if there was something difficult to say, and then changed the subject after a pause: "Young master, tell me. This light sword, It turned out to be Mo Xue."

"Dragon Flame Sealing the Cold... My elder brother was delivering weapons in Yangzhou. When he passed by Zai Town, he saw a beggar child selling this sword. My elder brother saw that the material of this sword was excellent, but it was abandoned by others, so he took it with a lot of money. Later, when I was about to enter the Sword Tomb, my brother melted it and recast it into this Dragon Flame Seal, and gave it to me together with the heavy sword Haotian."

"Slender West Lake...Yangzhou...No wonder. It is really a destiny. I never thought that I would see her today...Little Master, what about you? You came from a famous family and are skilled in martial arts, but today you are reduced to such a level. What is the reason?" See Ye Hancheng didn't want to tell him what he meant, so he sat down cross-legged and leaning against the skeleton of the man in blue next to Weihan, and added: "Why don't you tell me? A fellow traveler."

"..."

Ye Hancheng seemed to be looking at the person in front of him with his thoughts again, and the young man was also sitting comfortably, looking quite confident, waiting patiently for Ye Hancheng's answer.

So Ye Hancheng also sat down, although he looked very reluctant, but he was also helpless: "I became obsessed with my practice and killed many people—"

"What about your brother? Watching you go into exile?"

"he died."

"Where are your parents?"

"Dead too. Brother and father, I killed them."

The young man didn't show the slightest surprise, and a sneer seemed casual and careless.It seems to have been used to it for a long time.

"How old is the young master?"

"fifteen."

"Is there a place to go?"

Ye Hancheng shook his head blankly.

"This way..." The young man took off a few bandages wrapped around his arms, wrapped Mo Xuejian hastily, and took off the dry food bag around his waist, and handed them to Ye Hancheng, smiling lightly.

"Are you...?"

"If you have nowhere to go, take my ink snow and go through Chang'an from here, and go all the way north from the pass. If you are destined to make it to Kunlun Changlefang alive, someone will lead you along the way."

"Why help me?"

"Oh. I'm not a good person. But, since you are Mo Xue's predestined relationship, you can take it as my whim. However, if someone kills you halfway with this sword, I don't care." The young man stood up and patted the dust: "If anyone asks, please tell me my name, the Fourteenth Demon Lord of the Evil Man Valley, Seventh Beauty Yunshuang." He turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait a minute. You handed this sword into my hands, how do you use your Bing Xin Jue?"

The young man's back was obviously startled, the snow-colored long hair was blown by the breeze, and he walked down the mountain, leaving behind a sentence, which seemed to be calm and breezy, but undeniably firm, revealing a trace of the vicissitudes of the world :

"Jiang Shuang and Mo Xue are opposing swords. Shuang and Xue originally lived together, but after being separated from each other, they will also be deadly blades."

The author has something to say: Xiaoye: Yuhong→Mei Yinxiang→Hupao→Pinghu→Huanglong→Breaking the Tide→Screaming Sun→Drunk Moon→Crane Return→Crazy Come to Wushan

Yaoxiu: parry→parry→full hall momentum→sounds and urgency→sword breaks the void→sword masters the world→magpie steps on the branches→sword energy Yangtze River→the world is low

One Sword Frost and Cold Forty States, Shuang is Xiuye ​​Yunshuang, in fact he is very powerful!

Ahem, please don’t complain about me writing about fights, I really don’t know how to write about fights, I only know how to play tricks...

Don't mind that Longyan Fenghan's original body is Mo Xue's twin swords, this is just a fiction...

Why when I opened Jinjiang, 91 popped up, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

By the way: every 5 days = L = often forget...