Feng Xiaohan knew that he was using the wrong words, but the other party was an enemy, so he was not sorry.

No wonder the female saint left so simply. It turned out that Mo Qiu was here too. It seemed that the saint thought he was not Mo Qiu's opponent.

Baili Youruo would not kill him, and wanted to borrow Mo Qiu's hand.

What a saint.

Feng Xiaohan looked at the other party and asked, "Do you want to fight?"

Mo Qiu said coldly: "I want to take revenge."

Feng Xiaohan moved his fingers, pulled out the wild sword from the snow on one side, and looked at the clouds below the mountain.

The Tianshan Mountains entered the sky, and you could even see through the extremely light blackness behind the blue sky and the stars hidden in it.

At the foot of Tianshan Mountain is the sea of ​​clouds, and under the sea of ​​clouds is the ground.

The most dangerous place to walk on Baideng Road is the height of Tianshan Mountain. If you fall down the cliff in the middle of the journey, even the strong man who has completed the collapse will surely die.

"I remember when I met the river for the second time, I once said that I wanted to find a place where the sky slashes was used as a battlefield because I had experience in using the terrain to kill the Bayashi Beast."

Feng Xiaohan said: "The top of Tianshan Mountain is more dangerous than the terrain of Tianzhan. With the advantage of the terrain in your hands, how can you defeat me?"

The wind on the top of the mountain floated her black robe, bringing a faint murderous aura.

When he mentioned the river, an unconcealed anger arose in Mo Qiu's eyes.

"If you fall from here, you will die. This is the same for you and me, but this time there is no so-called Wrath of God to help you, let alone those two girls."

Mo Qiu said lightly: "This time, why are you so confident?"

There was a big gap in the scabbard of the Huang Jian. The light yellow sword body emitted a faint light, and there were burning marks at the edge of the gap, which looked very embarrassed.

Mo Qiu saw the gap in the scabbard when he was in the snowy area of ​​the ruins. It should have been used to make fires to keep warm.

The one who was forced to use scabbards as firewood was indeed a mess.

Since he parted with He Xirou in Tiehuai City, no one has told him to pay attention to his appearance. From Zhongjie Mountain to Hanshan for thousands of miles, from Chigu to Tianshan, at such a long distance, the months of wind and snow did not make him haggard, but his hair became extremely messy, like a beggar.

Especially when I just came out of the water, I was blown by the cold wind, my hair was sticky and frozen into icicles.

Mo Qiu thought to himself, why did I lose to such a guy last time?

Feng Xiaohan's sword was not unsheathed, but Mo Qiu had already felt the chill from the wild sword.

The cold wind blew past her waist, traveling through the holes in the exquisite bone flute, making rhythmic sounds.

Feng Xiaohan's face changed slightly, and his voice was strange, which made him feel like he was trance.

But Mo Qiu didn't seem to be affected. With a finger across the lake, a straight water line appeared on the lake. The waves were cut off by this line, and the entire lake seemed to be cut in half.

The secret fax sword of the Demon Sect is taken.

A sword breaks Canglan.

Since you are in Tianshan Ice Lake, you naturally have to use Tianshan Ice Lake Sword.

When the straight waterline reached the center of the lake, it was suddenly blocked by the sword intent rising from the lake. It was forced to stop and made a "puff" sound.

The water surface in the middle of the lake sank slightly, and a small whirlpool appeared, but it quickly returned to calm.

Mo Qiu's figure shook slightly, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, but was not surprised.

The eight swords of the mountains and rivers mean the mountains and rivers, but the one who cuts the Canglan is the water.

The water is broken and the spiritual energy in the mountains is no longer there. It is equivalent to slashing the connection between swordsmanship and the way of heaven, and the eight swords of mountains and rivers have lost their proper artistic conception.

Logically speaking, one sword to break Canglan should be the nemesis of the Eight Swords of Shanshui.

But Feng Xiaohan can compete with her Canglan Sword with this sword,

Mo Qiu thought that when he used the mountain and river sword in the wonders of the landscape, the sword intent was indeed even better, and he could compete with this sword.

It turns out that the so-called geographical location is not only the desperate height of the Tianshan Mountains, but also this lake.

Feng Xiaohan dived into the water, while looking for the extremely Yin treasure that did not exist, he was also raising the sword intent.

As the first set of domineering and powerful swords he learned, the Shanshui Sword has been deduced to the extreme depth by Wanyan's magical powers.

After coming out of the water, I personally experience the wonders of mountains and rivers. I have a deeper understanding of this sword, my sword intent is more brilliant, and I quietly undergo qualitative changes.

This is exactly what made Mo Qiu raise his eyebrows.

The most obvious evidence is that his sword is still in the sheath...

Feng Xiaohan's face was slightly pale, and there seemed to be a kind of magic in the sound of Feng Jiji flute, which made him restless and difficult to calm down.

Fortunately, his heart of Tao is extremely firm and extremely difficult to shake, otherwise he would suffer some hardship in the confrontation just now.

Mo Qiu also noticed the other party's strangeness, but he didn't know where it came from. The SLR was a thing that was beneficial to him, so he simply didn't think about it.

Feng Xiaohan is very confident about the result of this battle. Even if the opponent is a master of the Collapse Realm, he is confident of winning the battle.

Although I didn’t find what I wanted during the Binghu this time, I didn’t get anything at all.

Mo Qiu walked forward with a sword, and his body seemed to be without weight. He swung lightly to the other side of the lake. When he arrived in the middle of the lake, he gently tapped his toes on the lake surface, and drifted further away with the force. A whirlpool appeared on the water surface again.

Feng Xiaohan's sword was still not unsheathed, and the intent of killing the heart was not yet rising.

He stood quietly by the lake, like a frustrated swordsman, the rising sun was like a setting sun, pulling his shadow for a long time.

Mo Qiu felt a misty but real aura, lingering around the other party.

This breath is colder than the wind and more painful than the cold. It is like the clouds on the mountainside, which is so heavy that it makes people feel depressed. It is extremely strange but so familiar to her.

The green sword light lit up, and Mo Qiu stepped on the water across the lake shore on both sides.

Back then, the Demon Lord and his wife bathed in the morning light and sunset together to explore Taoism. Tianshan Mountain is a holy land for her, and every snowflake here is extremely pure.

She could not tolerate such a wild boy setting foot here and defiling this sacred holy land.

The faint green sword light left a ray of light in the air, piercing Feng Xiaohan.

...

...

Feng Xiaohan closed his eyes, as if he knew he was unable to defeat him, so he died calmly.

Mo Qiu's heart was filled with great vigilance, and forced his sword to close, flipped his wrist and danced out several beautiful sword flowers, removed the force from the sword, and stood at a position less than three steps away from him.

She looked at Feng Xiaohan, who looked like a sculpture, and said in a deep voice: "What the hell are you playing?"

Feng Xiaohan opened his eyes, glanced at the bone flute on her waist, and recognized the same one on Baili Youruo's waist.

As he got closer, the slightly bulging place on Mo Qiu's forehead became clearer, and he immediately understood what was going on.

The sword light in his eyes flashed and he didn't say anything.

Feng Xiaohan was immersed in his artistic conception. Since the sound of the flute did not allow him to concentrate, he insisted on dealing with it calmly, just like some kind of tempering.

It's like a sword that is already sharp enough, put on the whetstone and continues to polish it.

The bone flute is the whetstone,

What is grinding is the state of emptiness and brightness.
Chapter completed!