He Xirou was wrapped in wolf skin and looked at the two of them calmly, saying, "Like a plaster in dog skin."

Feng Xiaohan smiled and said, "This description may be a bit inappropriate."

"Which one do you choose?"

He Xirou glanced at him, then threw away the wolf skin, raised the sword and said, "Choose Mo Qiu, leave the other one to me to deal with."

Feng Xiaohan picked up the wolf skin and put it on her again. He squinted his eyes, and his eyes became a little sharper, and he said, "I want both of them."

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...

Mo Qiu looked at Feng Xiaohan who was stepping forward and stopped.

She did not attack directly, but looked at the palace with admiration in her eyes.

Especially when I saw the three words "Dragon Pillar" and "North Heaven Palace", my eyes couldn't help but stay for a while, and then my eyes fell on the boy.

He was bathed in the wind and snow, as if he was not afraid of the cold, his eyes were not sharp, and his long sword had not been shedded, but she felt like she was pointed at by a sword, like a blade hanging on her neck.

That feeling of fear.

She was a little surprised and said, "You are really waiting for death here."

Feng Xiaohan didn't say anything, but just looked at Jiang Wen calmly.

Jiang Wen looked at him, recalling the battle by the river, and said, "Interesting young man."

His tone was a little high, as if he was talking with a smile. Feng Xiaohan felt that the smile under the mask should be a little cold, just like his eyes at this moment.

"Under the waterfall and in the river, you can clearly perceive the movements I have experienced. Your perception is obviously not proportional to your cultivation, so you are a more interesting uncle."

His gaze turned to Mo Qiu again and said, "He has no stick and his strength has been reduced by at least half, so you can kill us today?"

Mo Qiu took off his mask and showed off his beautiful face. Even with a mask and a black robe, his face turned a little red, so he became even weaker.

A straight white mist exhaled from her mouth, and the firmness in her eyes and the sword intent that filled the air answered the question.

Jiang Wen shook his head slightly, looked at He Xirou and said, "Actually, without a stick, I can do a lot of things."

"But young people nowadays don't like to fight unarmed people because that's too powerful."

He Xirou smiled and said, "If you lose, you may shake your heart of Taoism and will affect your future career in Taoism."

Jiang Wen also took off his mask, his simple face was filled with helplessness, and he said, "Are you also a young man? He spoke in an old-fashioned manner."

He Xirou smiled and said, "Why don't you, the young man, let me, compete with you?"

Perhaps because of the strong smile, Jiang Wen's eyes narrowed and looked at the other party and said, "You are very confident."

"This is not confidence, it is confidence."

"Where do you get the confidence?"

"The confidence of the enemy when they are unarmed."

"I said that I can beat me without a stick, but I don't believe it." Jiang Wen held his forehead and said, "Don't bully the unarmed me, so do you think you are not a young man?"

"I am Chen Feng's personal disciple. I have been a disciple of the master for eight years. Unarmed enemies are easy to bully, so I must bully them well. This is taught by the master."

Before Jiang Wen could speak, Feng Xiaohan interrupted, "I said, I want to hit two."

He Xirou shrugged and said, "Just tease him."

Jiang Wen then realized that the other party repeatedly raised the stick to be a pleasure. He fought with juniors like Feng Xiaohan on the river and actually lost his weapons. This was undoubtedly the biggest stain in his career in Taoism.

What does He Xirou want to do to weaken their morale?

This is useless.

She doesn't seem to be a person who can put some effort into such useless work, so why is she doing it?

Looking at He Xirou's beautiful face, he understood.

She just thought it was fun.

Jiang Wen was a little angry.

Feng Xiaohan looked at her and said, "When did you become like this?"

“Which?”

"What a little girl looks like."

"Isn't it okay?"

“Not used to it.”

Mo Qiu is a person who doesn’t like to talk nonsense. She can no longer bear the assassin, so she said, “Did you forget that now is a critical moment when the enemy is coming?”

He Xirou smiled and said, "Sorry."

Feng Xiaohan walked to His Highness and said, "I beat him last time, and you can't get any advantage this time."

Mo Qiu looked at him as if looking at a dead person: "First of all, you didn't beat Uncle Wen, and you were standing on your side at that time, so you were lucky."

Feng Xiaohan didn't say anything.

Mo Qiu held the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt in his right hand. With a little force, the sword came out three inches, and a miserable green sword light illuminated the snow. She was bathed in the green light, like a female ghost.

Perhaps because the wind suddenly became stronger, Feng Xiaohan's back was a little cold, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Unexpectedly, such a weak woman had such a terrifying side, just like He Xirou said that she would turn off the diners, making people feel cold on her back.

Women are really creatures that have both beauty and terror.

But why is the emperor a man?

Feng Xiaohan held the hilt of the sword, and the friction sounds of the wild sword being unsheathed when it was unstoppable, stretching like waves.

Gradually, the voice began to rise.

In a trance, the other three seemed to see a pitch-black dragon lying on the mountain, slowly opening its eyes.

A dragon roar resounded through the sky.

"Is this...a dragon tongue tremble?"

He Xirou raised her eyebrows lightly, and was surprised, thinking: "Did Uncle Cui take care of him to this extent?"

As Feng Xiaohan's master, Chen Feng was not angry when he saw others teach his apprentice skills. Instead, he seemed happy to see such a situation.

He Xirou and others who don’t know the inside story very well all thought it was because Cui Weiming loved him very much, and Chen Feng saved too much time to drink, so he didn’t care about it.

In fact, Cui Weiming, as Feng Xiaohan's tyrant, often deliberately ignores this matter and teaches him something in his spare time to prove his elder identity to him.

Feng Xiaohan felt that the dog legs should give up all their abilities, otherwise what should he do?

One is the genius of cultivation that Guo Mingzhe is concerned about, and the other is one of the twelve geniuses of the Eternal Ming Dynasty.

Such a thing happened to them, and it felt a bit strange no matter how you look at it.

But she was wrong,

The dragon tongue trembled when the battle against the mountain was fought. Feng Xiaohan watched the battle in the Yutan Cave of Qingzhu Peak. Even Cui Weiming himself didn't know that his unique skills were learned by someone.

The dragon roar shattered the wind and snow, and blew away the snow at his feet - the cold wind did not overflow in the hall and blow away the snowflakes, so the snow could accumulate, and it was already darker than the thumb.

Mo Qiu's expression remained unchanged when she listened to the dragon roar. Of course, she could use the thunder sound of the wind and thunder sword technique like Zhao Haotian, but she was unwilling to consume the sword intent that she had accumulated for a long time on this.

The dragon tongue shook, and I don’t know how many people were killed.

Even covering your ears is useless, because it attacks the heart of Tao.

Mo Qiu's black robe is just the effect of stabilizing the mind and not afraid of external evil.

But she still felt the blood in her chest surging and felt very uncomfortable. So she drew her sword and stabbed forward, pointing directly at Feng Xiaohan.

The emerald green sword light was not dazzling, but it became a little mottled.

Jiang Wen's face changed slightly: "I didn't expect that she would have mastered this sword completely."

According to legend, the Demon Lord can break the country with one finger—the mountains, rivers, pine waves, and even fate are all broken by one finger.

An elder saw that finger and realized the sword.

This sword naturally cannot be compared with that finger, and cannot break the country, so it has to break the river.

As the saying goes, one sword breaks Canglan!

No matter how loud your sword sounds like the sea and the roar of the dragon is like the waves, I will cut it with one sword.

Because this sword breaks water.

It is the only sword technique in the world that can cut off flowing water.

Feng Xiaohan's eyes were almost narrowed into a line, his vitality started from Youfu, his arms were used to activate his strength, and the wild sword finally came out of the sheath.

The sound of the sword suddenly stopped, with a certain meaning of not being finished.

Because his sword intent did not stop, it spread out, as if the ancient demon god had opened his scarlet eyes, the bloody and terrifying feeling instantly overshadowed the mottled sword light.

He didn't recognize this sword, but it was a strong sword that the other party had prepared for a long time and had to deal with it carefully.
To be continued...