Fu Canglu

Chapter 100

The red dress fluttered in the wind and snow.

Wei Hongzhuang stood with his sword in hand.

Yuan Zhongcheng looked a little pale.

The distance between the two was less than ten feet.

Stepping forward, plus a sword is enough to span a distance of one foot.

The white-robed feudal lord indifferently watched the two figures standing still in the wind and snow.

"Don't take a step back. Don't use Yuanli." Li Qing said lightly, "Yuan Zhongcheng, you always think that people with lower cultivation bases are ants, and now you can taste this for yourself."

Yuan Zhongcheng had a bitter face.

"If you die, it proves that if you have no cultivation, you are nothing more than a so-called ant in your mouth." The big white robe in Xiguan said calmly, "In that case, if you die, you will die. Serve it right."

Xu Zhirou and Huantuqiong watched Yuan Zhongcheng being pointed at by the sword with great interest.

Wei Hongzhuang adjusted her breathing and raised her energy to the peak.

Her cultivation talent is not high, but she is at the peak of the sixth rank.

So she has to gather momentum and stab out the fastest sword in her life.

To see blood and survive, this sword must be fast.

If Yuan Zhongcheng can take a step back, or use a sliver of Yuanli, this sword will be ten times faster, and it will be meaningless.

But the man in front of him couldn't take a step back, and couldn't use any energy.

Wei Hongzhuang closed her eyes.

She felt the majestic snow falling on her shoulders, and her breathing became extremely easy.

The man not far away suddenly took a heavy breath.

Are you nervous?
No, it's an opportunity!
Wei Hongzhuang suddenly opened her eyes.

Yizhang red clothes fluttering snow.

The sword has been handed over!

Unstoppable!

Only take Yuan Zhongcheng's eyebrows, impartiality, not only to splatter three feet of blood, but also to kill people with the sword!
Yuan Zhongcheng let out a furious roar, and clapped his ten fingers like hooks on the blade of the sword. In an instant, the sword hovered an inch between his eyebrows.

Wei Hongzhuang twisted her waist to send her hips away, and made another move with her sword!
This sword is like a rainbow, break free.

Yuan Zhongcheng's brows were reddened by Jian Feng's aura.

Wei Hongzhuang squinted her eyes, the power of the sword was not weakened, and her aura continued. Although the strength of the sixth grade was meager, the advantage was that the opponent could not use the strength and had never cultivated his body.

After another breath, there was another corpse under the sword.

The tip of Yuan Zhongcheng's eyebrows hurt slightly, seeing a blush coming out, he knew that he had lost the bet.

This sword is actually so powerful, and he will not let it go. Could it be possible that he wanted his own life?
Before the sword was finished, he had already lost.

When the sword fell completely, wouldn't he become a corpse?
"absurd!"

Yuan Zhongcheng let out a roar, and subconsciously used the Yuanli method, and the majestic Yuanli came out in full force.

The body of the sword was broken inch by inch, and Yuan Zhongcheng pointed out with his right hand, picking up a sword edge like a flower.

Thumbs are like spring thunder.

Momo pressed it between the eyebrows of the woman in red.

The blade is in full bloom like a lotus flower.

There was an extra flower of blood between Wei Hongzhuang's eyebrows.

Yuan Zhongcheng suddenly stopped.

His thumb that was pressed between Wei Hongzhuang's eyebrows began to tremble.

The woman in red shook her head.

The red clothes fluttered and settled.

No breath at all.

An extremely strong bloody aura wafted out.

The heavy snow was violent, and there was a sudden cry of a baby.

Miao Jianghong stood on the ground dumbfounded.

The white-robed prince stopped teasing the baby with his hands, raised his head, and said in a very gloomy voice: "You used the Yuanli method?"

Yuan Zhongcheng stared blankly at the figure of the woman who collapsed in front of him.

The hot blood on his face made him wake up slowly.

Yuan Zhongcheng turned his head bit by bit.

He looked at the prince in white robes carrying a lantern.

"Shame." The white-robed prince just glanced at himself, turned and left mercilessly.

Xu Zhirou and Huan Tuqiong followed closely behind.

Yuan Zhongcheng stared blankly at his bloody right thumb.

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng suddenly smiled, "Why keep it? It's better to kill it."

Then walk away.

Yuan Zhongcheng lost his mind and picked up a broken sword edge.

Aim at the thumb of the right hand and chop down.

Qi root and broken.

He looked at the white-robed figure that was drifting away, then at the figure crouching on the eaves again, and another man standing blankly not far away.

Want to cut the weeds and eradicate the roots.

The figure in the white robe not far away suddenly stood still and said, "If you want to bet, you have to admit defeat."

The wind and snow fell on Yuan Zhongcheng's shoulders, and he was almost unable to stand still.

Xu Zhi softly said: "Yuan Zhongcheng, now that he has changed into Yuan Four Fingers, is it possible that he still wants to become Yuan Wutou?"

Yuan Zhongcheng was speechless.

He felt extremely stupid.

So he started to move slowly, but found that he seemed to never be able to catch up with that white robe.

In the snowstorm, suddenly a person shouted violently.

"I am going to kill you!"

Miao Jianghong rushed up like a lunatic, and picked up a broken sword.

Yuan Zhongcheng kicked this crazy man away.

The sky was full of wind and snow mixed with blood.

Miao Jianghong was kicked in the heart, knelt down on the ground, and spit out a big puddle of blood.

He stood up staggeringly, and rushed up again.

"Kill you!"

"Kill!"

Countless times.

In the end, Miao Jianghong rushed in front of the white robe, trying to raise the broken sword in his hand.

The magnificent white robe was expressionless.

Slap hard.

Miao Jianghong was knocked to the ground by Xu Zhirou who was beside the white robed feudal lord, and he couldn't get up again.

Xiguan Baipao squatted down and looked at the man with blood all over his face, bruised nose and swollen face.

"You want to kill me?" Li Qing asked.

Miao Jianghong choked up and couldn't speak.

The Prince of Xiguan was silent for a moment.

"This world is always unfair. Why can some people stand in the highest position, while most people can only be an ant crawling on the ground?" Li Qing said slowly, "You have to endure the worst The most tiring humiliation, you have to work harder than everyone else to gain strength."

The lantern in Bai Pao'er's hand fell down.

Light up the man's pale face.

Miao Jianghong coughed out a big mouthful of heartache.

"There will be a battle between Qi Liang and Northern Wei. If you are really capable, you can come and take my head yourself." Bai Pao'er said lightly, "I really want to avenge that woman, and I can risk my life. Order me to keep it for you."

Miao Jianghong wept bitterly, but he was staring at the man's face.

"If you just want to ask for justice." The extremely tall man stood up suddenly, glanced at him indifferently with a look down, and said lightly: "I don't have justice here. If you have the ability, go to Fengxue Silver City to ask for justice." Ask for justice."

The white robe of Xiguan left in the dark night.

It took Miao Jianghong all night to climb to the place where the woman fell, and picked her up like he was holding his heart.

She said: "Little people, you have to live."

Miao Jianghong hugged Wei Hongzhuang tightly.

self-mumbling.

"I don't want to live. I just want you."

This was the first time Duan Mingsheng and Miao Jianghong violated Tian Que's order.

Ouchi's seven groups encountered accidents during the execution of their tasks.

Wei Hongzhuang died in Hanjiu Town.

And the truth of this matter will be buried forever by the heavy snow in Lianyun Mountain in December.

When Tian Que's high-level officials rushed to Hanjiu Town, a remote town.

The Ouchi Seventh Group has disappeared in this town.

No one knew that there were two men who endured the wind and snow in the Northland and desperately rushed to the Snowy Silver City in the Holy Land of the North Plain, just to seek justice.

Naturally, no one knew how heartbroken the tombstone on Lianyun Mountain, the ordinary tombstone engraved with Wei Hongzhuang's tomb, was buried?
The elegy of little people has never attracted attention.

So even if those two men rushed to Fengxue Yincheng and took their lives to buckle the city gate, what they got in exchange was nothing more than a heart-breaking sword.

So even if the little person ends up sadly, no one will be saddened by it.

They are humble, they are small, they are treated like ants.

After the blood spattered three feet, it was immediately buried by heavy snow.

But this elegy never ceased.

The little people crawled forward desperately, and if they were given a chance, the ants might not be able to stand up.

It's a sad thing, though.

Not at all ridiculous.

April of the 16th year of the Spring and Autumn Calendar.Miao Jianghong died in the Qijiang River, and he never saw the white robe of Xiguan again, let alone avenge his hatred.

In June of the same year.Duan Mingsheng ended up outside Fengting City. (Look clearly, the curtain is not ending now, spoiler, the next chapter ends)

This sad song is no longer known.

(End of this chapter)