There are bandits in Zhongshan

"Who are you..." Changli endured a splitting headache and said, his voice trembling unconsciously.

I don't know if it's because of physical discomfort, or because the woman's oppressive force is too strong, although it is warm under the cloak, she still feels a chill rising from her own self-sufficiency.

"You don't know me?" A look of surprise flashed across the woman's face. She looked at Chang Li carefully, and the sword in her hand trembled slightly. The blood lines on the sword began to flow, and the whole sword seemed to come alive. generally.After a while, the tremor turned into a clear whistling sound, which instantly overwhelmed the fierce wind on the top of the mountain.

Staring at the blood-colored long sword, Changli tried his best to stand up straight, and said lightly, "We knew each other before?"

"Forget it, these are irrelevant." The one-armed woman's expression returned to indifference, she raised her sword, and slowly retracted the tip of the sword, pointing at the center of Changli's eyebrows, "Let's draw the sword."

Out of the sword?

Chang Li looked down at the empty palm.

In the next instant, something seemed to be waking up in the depths of the spiritual sea, and many voices intertwined together, some whispering, some laughing and singing, some boiling against the sky, and drums and horns beeping together, and she was in it, like a drop in the ocean, ready to be crushed at any time. Torn and swallowed without leaving a trace.

She obviously didn't have any impression of those voices, but she felt very familiar, even the dark red flames on the long sword had a familiar aura,

The vision became more and more blurred, and the figure in front of him kneaded with Jian Guang into an erratic shadow.

"No..." She shook her head, slowly lowered her hand, and put it in the cloak.

Her forehead was hot, but she could barely feel the pain, replaced by a huge emptiness, she almost even forgot her own existence.

No - you can't pass out at this time.

She closed her eyes, bit the tip of her tongue violently, and forced her consciousness back by the smell of blood in her mouth. Then, with a wave of her hand, seven talismans shot out from under the flying cloak, flying towards the woman's face, Her vision is blocked.

While the woman was distracted by the spirit talisman, the spirit pattern appeared under her feet, and her figure instantly turned into a thousand snowflakes and disappeared into the vast whiteness.

That was the concealment technique taught to her by Zhong Mingzhu. After hiding her body, she quickly formed a formation to hide her aura. With a touch of her toes, she distanced herself from the opponent after a few ups and downs, and quietly hid behind the jagged ice rock .

At the same time, with a flash of blood, the seven talismans that were about to touch the woman were instantly reduced to dust.

She looked thoughtfully at the place where Chang Li was standing, and suddenly turned her wrist, and inserted the sword under her foot.

The tip of the sword pierced through the snow and was nailed into the ice by only half an inch. Afterwards, the blood line spread from the tip of the sword, which was unstoppable, as if it was about to split the entire snow field.

At the very edge of the mountain top is a cliff, Chang Li fled to that place before stopping, he thought the distance was far enough to escape a catastrophe, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt something rushing behind him.

Although she couldn't fly, her speed was still very fast, but the attacking force was even faster. In the blink of an eye, the flying snow flakes had touched the end of her cloak. Everything is crushed.

She didn't have a sword in her hand, so she had no choice but to fly up, waved a few protective charms with one hand, took off the sword case with the other hand, and stood in front of her body to protect her vitals.

The wind was so strong that even standing on the ground, she had to cast spells to force her feet firmly into the snow, but now she was flying in the air and lost her balance.

The whole person is like a small boat swaying in the big waves, and will be smashed to pieces by the huge waves at any time.

Barely blocking the force of the first attack, she fell heavily to the ground, and was overtaken by the snowflakes soaked in sword energy.

Oops……

She subconsciously gritted her teeth to meet the coming severe pain, but the expected Wanjian piercing did not come, and her body was wrapped in a warm current instead.Total medium number: Qingyi Pavilion gl

It was actually Zhong Mingzhu's cluster of flames that turned into a fire-color barrier, covering her, and all the incoming ice and snow lost their power as soon as they touched the layer of fire, and turned into water vapor and disappeared without a trace.

Although she didn't come together, she still wanted to protect me——a look of joy flashed in her dark eyes.

Exposure to the flames, the blizzard lost its original deterrence, and even the pain seemed to have weakened a lot.She stood up slowly, the corners of her lips slightly raised, revealing a shallow smile.

"Thank you." She said softly, and then, she saw that tall figure walking slowly from behind the wind and snow.

The dark red arrogance almost merged with her.

The dark red that Changli saw at first was the shadow of the sword.

"The former you would not run away." A voice more indifferent than Bingxue came to Changli's ears, no emotion could be heard, it was just a pure explanation.

The sword shone with a dangerous luster, once again caught Changli's eyes.

"I used to?" Chang Li thought about this sentence, his eyes fell on the woman's broken arm, the elbow was cut off, and there were still dark blood stains on the fabric there.

The clothes should have been blue-gray.

Broken arm, blue-gray, blood-red sword... She vaguely remembered something, but couldn't grasp the clue at once. At this moment, the woman said coldly: "Why did you run away?"

Chang Li frowned, suddenly felt that this person was so strange, she said: "I am not your opponent, you suddenly draw your sword to face me, I should avoid it."

Besides, she was concerned about Zhong Mingzhu's injury, and didn't want to waste a moment, so she said again: "I still have important things to do—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the woman: "You and I, we should re-determine the outcome today."

"Why do we have to compete with you?" Chang Li became more and more confused, "You are far superior to me in terms of cultivation and swordsmanship, the outcome is clear at a glance, why bother."

The implication is to admit defeat.

Immediately, a stern look appeared on the woman's face: "You don't come out with the sword?"

"My sword is broken." Chang Li felt that the other party was simply unreasonable.He destroyed her spirit sword as soon as they met, and kept asking her to use the sword, so how could she have a sword to use.

Not long after she left the customs, she went down the mountain, and only took a sword of the God Transformation level from the treasure house of Tianyi School. Because there is no need for Yujian, so I didn't consider preparing a few more swords.

Unexpectedly, even the woman's sword couldn't stop her.

"I don't have any other swords." She stroked the sword box on her back, it was empty.

But the woman said firmly: "You have." When she spoke, the dark red arrogance on the sword rose for a moment, engulfing her whole body, and her eyes were also stained red.

She looked like a different person.

"I..." Chang Li wanted to refute again, but the other party couldn't help but cut him down with a sword, and she quickly dodged to avoid it.

The blood slashed from her shoulders, splitting the cloak, and could cut off her entire arm just a little bit.

She wanted to do the old trick again, but the talismans shattered before she could release them.

The reason why he was able to succeed before seemed to be because the other party did not expect it, but now the one-armed woman was already prepared, so it was difficult to even stop her.

Too bad, what should I do?

Chang Li couldn't help feeling a little flustered, so his movements were a little slower, and there was a bloodstain on his shoulder instantly.

Even Zhong Mingzhu's enchantment couldn't defend against that sword.

Drops of blood fell on the snow, like plum blossoms in bloom.

My blood - between fire and light stones, a flash of light flashed in Changli's mind, seeing another sword attack from the opponent, she no longer dodged, but went up to meet it.

Probe grabbed the sword.

The blade of the sword pierced the palm and cut deeply, the metacarpal bone was severed, and blood gushed out and rolled down the blade, covering the original blood color.

A few more drops flew onto the face of the one-armed woman.

Taking advantage of the other party's surprise, Changli quickly pasted a few talismans on the sword case with his other hand, then lifted the sword case and sent it forward, putting the sword into the sword case, leaving only the hilt Leave it in the woman's hands.

Since she started practicing swords, the three great elders have started to forge her natal sword, but none of them succeeded.Like other sword cultivators, she couldn't refine a natal sword that could live in the spiritual sea, because no sword could bear her blood essence.

As long as they coexist in the smelting furnace, they will be turned into scrap iron in a few moments.

Her sword box is used for the maintenance of the sword, and its texture is the same as that of Tianyizong's refining furnace, and those amulets contain the power of Zhong Mingzhu's fire, which may weaken the power of the sword.

The sword case was made of red gold, and it was burned by the fire, and it changed in the blink of an eye, the edges and corners were deformed, and the pitch-black appearance turned into a bright crimson red.The temperature was even more frighteningly hot, but even so Changli still held onto it tightly. In fact, she didn't know if this nonsense method would work.

But other than that, she couldn't think of any other way.

She's still waiting for me, I can't die here - she said so.

The next moment, a sharp whistling sound was heard.

From holding the sword in the hand to offering the sword box, all this happened in a very short time, maybe not even a snap of the fingers.

The sword box suddenly shattered, and the flying fragments flew in all directions like flowing fire. All the ice and snow that touched it disappeared in the light of the fire.

Changli left a large crimson mark on one hand, which was caused by the fire, and the other hand was dripping with blood, staining her robe with spots, but she had no time to take care of it. Occupied by blood all over the sky.

The one-armed woman regained the sword, and her hand was also burned, but she still held the sword firmly without trembling, as if the sword had been integrated with her.

And the sword let out bursts of hissing, it was a roar of anger, and the bloody lines on the sword's body twisted, becoming hurried and chaotic.

A drop of blood slowly dripped from the tip of the sword, it was Chang Li's blood.

The never-ending snowstorm on the top of the mountain suddenly stopped, the wind blew and the snow fell, everything disappeared, leaving only the silence that seemed to be empty.

Then, under the bloody light, Wan Dao's sword energy erupted in an instant.

The sword energy is invisible, but the fighting spirit is tangible.

Chang Li felt a bone-piercing chill coming from all directions, and even the body protection barrier couldn't stop it.

The sharpness of those sword qi is enough to overwhelm everything in the world. Compared with the spirit sword created by the master craftsman, it is just a mere blunt weapon. Wherever it sweeps, whether it is ice, snow or strong wind, it will be cut to pieces.

The ground was torn apart in an instant, and the entire mountaintop was shattered, being sucked into a disorderly vortex.

Countless ice rocks flew up, covering the sky, and at the same time, countless pieces of ice fell, blocking the earth.

Changli lost her foothold, her body fell, the flying spell didn't work, everything was cut off, including the wind, the snow, and the spirit spell she used to support her body.

The sword energy is close at hand, what kind of indescribable power it is, it cannot be disobeyed, even the thought of disobeying is not allowed.

Everything will be destroyed by it without leaving a trace.

Even I-

"I don't want it." Chang Li looked at Huo Color who was still covering him, and murmured softly, "I want to go back."

She wants to go back and find Zhong Mingzhu, they still have so many things to do, she doesn't want to stop here.

"We still have to go to see Peach Blossom..."

Before the words fell, the sword energy pierced the skin, and a little blood dripped out.

The next moment, blood should have been flying, but the white clothes were still spotless.

The sword energy submerged in the body did not cause more scars, nor did it cause pain, but elicited a strange sense of familiarity, and Chang Li felt a little dazed, and then, an old picture suddenly rushed into his mind.

It seems to be an extremely long past, but it is still vivid.

She saw a strange figure bathed in blood on numerous bones, cutting down the sun and the moon, overturning the four poles, mountains collapsing, rivers flowing backwards, in the endless darkness, blood flowed horizontally, staining everything red, souls of the dead wailing, souls weeping, entangled Together, they are finally pushed to the end by an irresistible force.

That was the beginning of chaos.There is no light, no heat, no life and no death.

There is nothing, not even nothing exists.

"It's over, there's nothing we can do." She heard someone moaning, but in a second she heard another voice.

It was an extremely gentle voice, firmly making an impossible promise: "It won't end."

Who is that?

A hazy outline was reflected in the pitch-black eyes.

It was a figure that seemed to have been seen in a dream, and that dream seemed to exist from birth.

—It’s not over yet.

In a trance, Chang Li was driven by something to stretch out his hand, facing the sword energy that stabbed her mercilessly.

The surging howl disappeared in an instant, and after a moment of silence, the sound of wind and snow resumed.

This ancient frozen land has returned to its original appearance.

The whistling wind blew past my ears, and the snow and ice swirled in my eyes, and my body was still falling.

When confronting the sword energy, she was unknowingly pushed off the top of the mountain, so after everything recovered, she fell off the edge of the cliff.

Aware of the situation, Chang Li tried to stabilize his figure, but he found that he couldn't even recite the shortest mantra just by moving his fingers.

She lost feeling in both hands, and she couldn't even go to see how the injury was doing.

And the pain in the forehead became more obvious, and she only felt that her eyes were going black for a while.

Falling down, she should be able to bear it... As she thought so, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a large piece of crimson, but it disappeared in an instant, as fast as a hallucination.

That's...Dracaena?

This thought flashed by, and she struggled again to stop the fall, but to no avail, she could only barely stretch out her hand, and a large burn mark was exposed under the slipped sleeve.

She curled her fingers weakly, and murmured, "What can I do..."

The ground is close at hand, and there are many sharp ice edges standing below it. The ice ground in Shuoyuan is incomparable to other places. It is as hard as iron, cold to the bone. It is also inevitable that the vitality will be greatly injured.

But Changli had nothing to do, and even barely maintained his consciousness.

Suddenly, another blush broke into her eyes.

That looks like it's on fire.

The enchantment that had been guarding her all this time withdrew, turned back into the cluster of small flames, drifted towards the brighter flame, and merged into it.

She suddenly felt cold.

The flowing fire flickered, disappeared in the same place, and when it reappeared, it was already beside her, gently supporting her.

The short-lived chill dissipated, and she watched intently as the flowing fire dissipated, and a familiar appearance emerged from it.

The body was embraced into a warm embrace, and at the same time, a frivolous voice fell into his ears.

"I said you can't do it alone."

Before the words fell, the two of them rolled to the ground together. Zhong Mingzhu had prepared a magic talisman to protect the two of them in advance, but his face was still pale for a while.

Chang Li didn't even have the strength left to speak, he raised his hand in front of him, and pointed to the direction of the crimson color, the sanity he had been holding on for a long time finally dissipated, he closed his eyes and passed out in a daze.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Zhong Mingzhu pulled out a robe with a magic circle to keep out the cold and put it on her, and then began to draw the spirit circle that wiped out the breath.

Although pretending to be indifferent, in fact her situation is not much better than that of Changli. The flames are not ordinary flames, but she split them out with the technique of splitting bodies. At that time, she can immediately rush to Changli's side.

The price is to exhaust the remaining energy, and even worsen the injury.

Just in case, at this time, she didn't know whether to be thankful for her foresight or bad luck.

"I've been unlucky for such a long time, but it should turn around..." She muttered and carved the last line of the magic circle, then picked up Chang Li, turned into a flowing fire and disappeared into the wind and snow.

On the top of the mountain, the one-armed woman struggled to get up, her hand was still holding the sword tightly, and she did not let go even if the blood was dripping, she staggered a few steps, looked down at the edge of the cliff, and all she could see There is only endless snow and ice.

Chang Li has disappeared.

The blood-red long sword shone with a strange luster, and it sounded bursts, as if it was confiding.

Time passed little by little, maybe a few hours, maybe three to five days, she just stood like a sculpture, accompanied by Jian Xiao.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally raised her eyes, with contempt flashing across her eyes.

Turning around, there were three ghostly figures in front of her.

The leader said: "Liu Hanyan, hand over the sword."

The sound was not loud, but it easily overwhelmed the whistling wind. It was as stable as a rock in this extremely cold place, showing the powerful strength that should be due to the cultivation base in the final stage of Huashen.