Fu Canglu

Chapter 243 In the Wind and Snow
In the wind and snow, Hong Yi'er's face was calm, and the black dragon and white phoenix floated out of the sword box, floating on the chest beside the sword body.

The hot and fiery streamer gradually cooled down.

Hong Yi'er stretched out her hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

The straightest, sharpest and sharpest weapon in the world is the sword.

Hong Yi'er did not display complex and gorgeous sword skills, nor did he have a majestic sword field.

Nothing at all.

There is only such a sword.

Unpretentious handed out.

Passed into the three-foot wind and snow.

Because there is no swordsmanship, no sword field, nothing, so this sword is extremely simple.

So simple that there is only the purest sharpness! !

The three-foot wind and snow was torn to create a long and narrow gap in the sword, the blade of the sword tightly cut through the wind and snow, and then passed it in.

Then came the blade.

And finally the hilt.

If the three-foot sword is all thrown into the wind and snow, it will be handed to the eyebrows of the Lord of the Wind and Snow Silver City.

However, it does not.

Hong Yi'er was pale, with bright red lips, and held a sword in both hands.

The snow-white wrist is at the outermost edge of the three-foot wind and snow sword domain.

To be precise, it is the Wind and Snow Sword Domain that is one step more than three feet away.

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng took a very small step and took a step back.

So the sword was hanging between his brows, only a small step away.

The Lord of Fengxue Yincheng looked calm, feeling the sword energy that infiltrated for no reason within three feet.

The sword energy densely covering Luoyang began to infiltrate at a point, passed along the sword body, moved forward slowly and firmly, and melted all the wind and snow in the three-foot sword field along the way!

The Lord of Yincheng in the snowstorm smiled: "It's really a demon sword."

There is no sword in this world that can ignore the cultivation base and the difference in origin power, except for the one in front of you.

Once handed out, blood must be seen.

The sword was never the strongest weapon.

The swordsman is.

Therefore, the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng looked at Hongyi'er with a smile on his face, and couldn't help but let out an admiration.

What a demon sword.

It was not about the sword in Hong Yi'er's hand, but about herself.

It is strange and beautiful, and it attracts the attention of the world when it is opened from the box and sheath.

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng looked at Hongyi'er with a smile, and said, "You are different from those 'rule-breakers' before."

"When they learned that they would be 'killed', without exception, their first reaction was to run away. Even though they knew that they could not escape their fate by fleeing to the ends of the earth, they still dare not face the truth."

"You are the only one who chooses to draw the sword and stand up."

The lord of Fengxue Yincheng raised his right hand with some difficulty, the snow-white sleeve robe was cut by the sword energy, and when his right hand was raised to the center of his eyebrows, half of the cuff had been torn off.

He gathered his fingers together and gripped the sword tightly.

The hot and fiery sword body is like falling into a ten-thousand-year ice cellar in an instant!

There was a loud snort on the sword, white smoke rose, and after the City Lord of Fengxue Yincheng put his five fingers together expressionlessly, the tip of the sword pointing at the center of his eyebrows was covered with a layer of ice.

He looked down at the woman in red who stabbed him with a sword.

"But why do you think." Fengxue Yincheng City Lord said softly: "With the sword, you can change your fate?"

Red Clothes narrowed her eyes.

She still didn't give up the forward thrust.

Her vitality has been drained by this sword.

Little monk Qingshi and Wang Xuezhai combined their strongest opponents, but they didn't break the three-foot wind and snow above the man's head.

But this sword has already pierced in.

Just a little.

Hong Yi'er pursed her lips slightly, her face calm.

A bright red oozes slowly from the corner of the lips, and then flows down, which is shocking.

When the vitality has been drained, it is the turn of the last life.

Red Yi'er stubbornly raised her head, and looked at the tall man with silver and white coat.

She wanted to hand out that sword, but found that this sword seemed to be more difficult than she imagined.

The Lord of Fengxue Yincheng sensed the commotion from the sword between his five fingers again, and it was scorching hot and rolling like a dragon under the ice layer.

He suddenly laughed.

It's a chuckle.

It's that kind of nonchalant smile.

Then came a big laugh.

It was the kind of extremely contemptuous and indifferent smile.

Hong Yi'er raised her brows, looked at the man who couldn't hold back, and asked calmly, "Is it funny?"

The Lord of Fengxue Yincheng smiled unabated, "Of course."

The sword held in the palm is not only conveying sword energy.

It's more like an inexplicable tragedy, and this tragedy, in the eyes of the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng, is like the feeling of an ant before going to death.

So he finds it funny.

"In my memory, there are two people like you. But what are their names... I really can't remember."

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng slowly raised his other hand, pointed to the side of his head, tapped lightly, and tried hard to remember.

If I remember correctly, it should have been 16 years ago.

The Lord of Fengxue Silver City squinted his eyes, thinking of the two men who knocked desperately on the gate of Fengxue Silver City 16 years ago.

They shouted hoarsely and cursed with all their might.

The two humble men wanted to gain their ridiculous dignity through this method.

And after he slapped his sword casually, the surroundings returned to silence.

Only sad, not strong.

What were they clamoring for?
The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng frowned slightly, and found that he really couldn't remember clearly. It seemed that he was drinking and killing people for his life, and it seemed to be a dialect slang among the folk customs in the south.

He didn't understand, nor was he interested in understanding.

He just thought it was funny for no reason.

as it is now.

Maybe in my nature, there is a special kind of joy of watching crickets try their best to escape from the palm, and finally die of exhaustion?
The Holy Land is ruthless, and the Wind and Snow Silver City comes from the northernmost point, so it should be colder than the wind and snow in the Northland.

And the Lord of Yincheng is in a very good mood today, even if he let Qingshi go just now, in his own eyes, it was just a trivial matter.

Rubbing his five fingers, he felt the remaining temperature of the sword in his palm, it was so hot.

For anyone who uses a sword in the world, the temperature of this sword is hotter than all the greed in the world put together.

It is so cherished.

This is a sword that recognizes the master. Once such a sword is recognized, it means that the sword is with the people, and the sword is dead.

No matter how short the age is.

So once Hongyi'er died, the sword would follow.

But the Lord of Fengxue Yincheng didn't care at all, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he regarded this sword as something in his pocket.

"It's okay to tell you something."

"The 'rule breaker' will die sooner or later," he said with a smile, "soon you will go to that world."

Hong Yi'er raised her eyebrows slightly.

that world?

"It's like a gate of ghosts, or a Buddha's skeleton?" The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng smiled: "Essentially, it is a small independent world. You can understand it as a prison isolated from the world."

"In other words, the so-called 'death' is not 'death'." Fengxue Yincheng city lord said softly: "You are just imprisoned, and you know how many people are facing the deadline, the choice is 'broken' moment', sent to prison, where there is infinite time, and you never have to worry about life passing by."

The red-clothed child was a little dazed, staring blankly at the man in the silver-white coat.

He smiled uncharacteristically.

"It's a pity that if you are locked in, you will never be able to get out. Eternal life, 100 years, 1000 years, forever, forever"

What he described is a painful thing that makes people feel life and death every time they think about it.

But his voice was so joyful, as if he had tasted the forbidden fruit of a fairy, he couldn't restrain his excitement.

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng paused slightly, and said very gently: "Of course, there are also accidents."

He looked at Hongyi'er with a smile, and said happily, "If you are patient enough, maybe you can see the sun again?"

The sound stopped abruptly.

"It's time, I'll give you a ride."

The Lord of Fengxue Yincheng smiled and said: "This sword is really hard to let go."

next second.

The silver-white coat of arms was blown up by the strong wind, shaking off countless wind and snow.

With that man as the center, blue frost and white mist spread from the big man.

The wine tank next to the Lord of Fengxue Yincheng exploded suddenly, and the streets on both sides of Luoyang were completely emptied amidst the howling sound, and the extreme cold froze all ten meters around into solid ice.

He let out a cold breath.

Looking at the only woman in red who was not frozen into an ice sculpture in the snowstorm.

Mu Hongyi's black hair was covered with green frost, and her cheeks were paler than her complexion.

She still held the sword in both hands and stabbed straight forward.

That sword was grasped by Fengxue Yincheng City Lord's five fingers.

The Lord of Yincheng smiled, and stretched out his big hand towards Mu Hongyi, the palm of which was condensed chill, green and white.

There is a whole world in there.

It's like a sword mound.

Or the remains of the Buddha.

The moment they connect with people, they quickly blend with each other.

There oozes an aura that is colder than ice and snow.

at this very moment

The top of Tiansu Building.

Yi Xiao, who fell down on the blue tiles, looked at Wei Lingshan with a dazed expression.

Qingshi and Wang Xuezhai let themselves leave Luoyang.

Hong Yi'er let herself leave Luoyang.

That's right, staying in Luoyang now is nothing more than waiting to die.

But everyone in the world wants to kill themselves, even if they escape from Luoyang, where can they escape?

Princess Longque squatted down, stretched out her white and tender hand, and said softly: "It doesn't matter where you go. If you want to stay in the Northern Wei Dynasty, I will stay with you in the Northern Wei Dynasty. If you want to go back to Qiliang, I will accompany you." You go back to Qiliang."

She almost begged and said, "Let's go, stay in Luoyang, you will really die."

Yi Xiao's face was pale, and she was in a daze, not knowing what to say.

There is only one voice that keeps echoing in my mind.

"There is such a woman in this world who treats you sincerely, she doesn't even have to be a teacher, why don't you know how to cherish it?"

"Don't you have to wait until you lose it before you realize that you can't regret it?"

"Go with her."

"Go to the end of the world, leave this land of right and wrong, the farther the better."

His Royal Highness raised his hand by some coincidence.

And the moment the two were about to join hands.

Maybe just a centimeter off.

Maybe just a millimeter off.

The streets of Luoyang were full of wind and snow, and the blue-white color of the palm of the city lord of Yincheng in the wind and snow bloomed a coldness that was incompatible with the world.

Yi Xiao's complexion suddenly changed.

He suddenly looked in the direction of the Lord of Fengxue Silver City.

A familiar breath floated out from the snow world in his palm.

It was so weak that there was only a wisp, a wisp, which drifted to the world of Luoyang and disappeared immediately.

But Yi Xiao couldn't forget that breath.

too ripe.

The 16-year encounter on Wanggui Mountain, even if it is like a dream, makes people unwilling to wake up.

I can't even believe that we will meet again in my lifetime.

In the wind and snow, a ray of soul gradually overflowed

Murong.

(End of this chapter)