Painter

Chapter 109: The Frost Wind
Half of the wine flag in the foot shop fluttered down, as if a breeze was blowing under the sun in mid-spring.

The breeze blew across the Wuzhang street, gradually getting colder, passing over the fish-scale dripping tiles on the second floor of the tea shop, and blowing a thin line of frost between the wet tiles.

It is also wrapped in the cold moisture of the waterside, rolling up a piece of ice needle and frost blade, which is getting colder and colder.

The next moment, the wooden boards in the building were rolled up, like a gust of wind blowing from the snowy mountains in Shuobei, sawdust, broken porcelain, and tea liquid all condensed into ice, whirling and roaring.

Where the breeze picked up, Zhang Jijiaodian, the red-robed swordsman still didn't let go of his waved hand.In the direction of the howling wind, at the Baiji tea shop, the young man in black leaned over and pulled out the blade of the small white sword three inches, revealing the word "Xuanxin" on the sword.

Li Chan only had time to turn half of his face sideways. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the wild frosty wind. He just wanted to avoid it with his sword.

At the waist, the seven-inch painting scroll slammed, as if it was blown away by the cold wind, and the picture of a hundred ghosts was hunting.

Tu Shanxi held the knife against the wind, her long hair danced wildly, and her eyes were sharp.With one knife, he slashed into the frost wind, only to hear a piercing scream, and a glare of sparks burst out in the frost wind.

The wind kept blowing, and the white clothes were blown close to the front of the fox girl. Icicles and broken porcelain were blown, and the white clothes were cut into many cracks, and several bright red blood lines appeared on her fair cheeks.

In mid-air, the dagger and the blade were facing each other.But the little sword was unscathed, but most of the blade was worn pitted, the ice and snow on the blade melted, and the water was steaming.

Tu Shansi clenched her teeth tightly, her body trembled, and she seemed to be struggling extremely. She held the knife in both hands, and once she exerted force, she pushed back the small sword by half an inch.

In Zhang Ji's foot shop, the swordsman in crimson robe flipped his palm.The tip of the little sword was tilted up, and the movement was light, but it made a "dang" sound, just like Huang Zhong Dalu.The handle of the knife in Tu Shanxi's hand shook violently, the horizontal knife dropped from his hand, it was thrown high, and flew backwards, with a single tap, the root of the knife was inserted into the varnished wooden pillar in the corner.

The crimson-clothed swordsman flicked his fingers, and the dagger flew again, but there was another similar blade that offset it.

With a clang, a white light burst out, like snow flakes splashing.The words "Xuanxin" and "Zhaodan" complement each other, as if two people who are in the same spirit turn against each other at this moment.

Li Chan blocked the sword, her arm was numb.In Zhang Ji's foot shop, the red-robed swordsman pinched his sword with his right hand again and again, like plucking the strings of a pipa in the air, and the sword's momentum changed from harsh to dexterous, stabbing Li Chan's ribs, waist, and neck.

The speed of a flying sword is far superior to that of a crossbow arrow, even an innate master who combines the inside and the outside is hard to resist.With the help of the divine lines on his body, Li Chan could slightly sense the turbulence of the vitality of the world, so he tried his best to catch the fleeting sword shadow with his eyes, and blocked several swords.With the sound of the blades interlacing, his tiger's mouth gradually opened.But Zhao Danjian became more and more dexterous, scurrying beside his black clothes like a white flood dragon.

Tu Shanxi pulled out the horizontal knife from between the pillars, looked out of the window, and saw the red-robed swordsman in the shop at the foot of the street who was not wearing the coir raincoat and rain hat that night, Tu Shanxi still recognized him at a glance.

From the moment when the swordsman in the crimson robe drew his sword, to this moment, only a dozen or so breaths have passed.The thugs in the tea shop blocked the stairs. Eighteen soldiers with swords and shields poured out from the dark and surrounded the teahouse. These armored soldiers were obviously the elite of the army.

The vicinity of Yunfu West Causeway has been cleared away, only the people who surrounded and killed Li Chan remained.Everyone looked at the black-clothed youth in the building, and everyone could tell that the black-clothed youth had been driven to a dead end, but he didn't use supernatural powers and spells. He was probably not a practitioner.But with his physical body, he can really fight Feijian!Although it is doomed to lose after blocking a few swords, it is also shocking and admirable enough.

A cyan figure appeared on the west side of the foot shop, and attacked the foot shop. Several thugs reacted and stepped forward to block it.

Another three thugs rushed over, Xiao Lingsu held the knife like a sword, and slashed it out.With the tip of the knife retracted, it cut open the front of the thug, revealing a large piece of white meat.

Xiao Lingsu changed it to a slap, and swung the blade out, bending like a spring, and when it hit a thug, the blade paused, and then straightened suddenly.With a bang, the thug's body was slapped a few feet and crashed into the fishing basket on the side.Xiao Lingsu followed the same pattern and slapped the other two away.A straight knife in one hand fell to the ground with a clatter.Xiao Lingsu glanced at the straight knife on the ground, raised his foot and kicked, smoke and dust rose up, the straight knife pierced through the air, and shot at the swordsman in crimson in the foot shop.

The crimson-clothed swordsman frowned, changed his right-hand sword formula, and the Zhaodan sword flew back.He tilted his head back again, the long knife flew past his eyes, brought a strand of gray hair on his temples, stabbed it firmly into the wall of the foot shop.

Xiao Lingsu saw that the red-robed swordsman put away his sword and did not approach, standing in the middle of the street, looking at Li Chan.

Zhaodan sword flew back, and Li Chan was relieved, his chest heaved and he was panting slightly, but there were beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.A wound had been cut on his left arm, and the tiger's mouth was also split open. The blood soaked the hilt of the sword, dripping from the tip of the sword along the blood groove on the blade, and splashed to his feet.

Only then did Li Chan have room to look at the Zhangji foot shop across the street. The swordsman in red robe looked like he was approaching his fate, and he was much higher than Hong Yixuan in terms of age and cultivation.

Li Chan wiped his sweat with his sleeves, and shouted to Xiao Lingsu: "Didn't you leave?"

Holding a knife like a sword, Xiao Lingsu only glanced at the top of Fuyu Mountain, then gritted his teeth and said, "Help people to the end!"

In front of a strong enemy, life and death are unpredictable, Li Chan took a deep look at Xiao Lingsu, "Okay!"

The red-robed swordsman still had a cold face, his eyes wandered between Li Chan and Xiao Lingsu, and then stopped for a while on Tu Shanxi.

It is really unexpected that the Tu Shan clan did not die during his night inspection of Wan Ling Chao Yuan Tu.But it also proves that the array has indeed been damaged.Although I don't know how the Tu Shan clan got involved with the young man in black, this is not the time to investigate. The swordsman in red robe looked at Xiao Lingsu in the street, "Are you sure Qingque Palace wants to intervene in this matter?"

Xiao Lingsu saw the dagger in the Jiangpao swordsman's hand, and made a rough guess about the identity of this person.It is his own business to help Li Chan, and it cannot represent Qingque Palace.But if he didn't move out of Qingque Palace, the crimson-robed swordsman probably wouldn't let it go.

Seeing that Xiao Lingsu didn't answer, the swordsman in crimson robe looked towards the second floor of the tea shop.The Suspending Heart Sword was being held by Li Chan at the moment.The swordsman in crimson clothes looked at the Xuanxin sword, and there was sadness in his cold tone: "Back in the world of demons and demons, my senior brother and I were born and died, killing countless demons and eliminating demons. Li Shenfu of the Xuankong Temple respects the chivalry of the two of us, and uses the two swords of Xuanxin to illuminate the courage. It was given to me and my brother. My brother traveled outside Longwu Pass and was poisoned by demons. I only took back the Xuanxin Sword and passed it on to his apprentice. My nephew Yixuan is a blunt talent. This is the first time he has gone down the mountain. You have a heavy responsibility to make a name for yourself, but you died in your hands."

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