Fu Canglu

Chapter 245 Then I'll Fall Asleep
It was snowing all over the sky.

A sword of light and cold.

This is a sword that burns life, and there is absolutely no reason for it to be defeated.

Let the silver-white coat dance wildly in the wind and snow.

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng has already retreated with all his strength.

He started to burn his origin power, his soul power, and even the life of this body!

A huge mist rose from the wind and snow, and the voice of the Lord of Yincheng was hoarse and roared. Under this sword, it seemed weak and hasty.

He no longer concealed the fact that he was in possession of a too illusory appearance, and crazily urged this heaven-defying appearance. Unfortunately, since he escaped from the ghost gate, he needed a long period of time to cultivate his body and recuperate to recover to his peak state. .

The Taixu form that returned to the human world is really too weak.

He retreated with all his strength, but he was only half a foot away from the tip of the sword.

This half a foot avoids the center of the eyebrows.

However, the left arm that stretched forward was too late to retreat, and it was no longer possible to avoid the dazzling edge that was hard to see in a hundred years in terms of sword intent and momentum.

Hong Yi'er knew that this sword could not fail.

Therefore, Mu Hongyi, who was born in a sword-making family since childhood, only had the simplest basic moves for the last sword.

Stabbing sword, hanging sword, swinging sword, pointing sword, splitting sword, collapsing sword, cutting sword, wrist-cutting flower and other basic swordsmanship moves, all of them were handed out in a simpler hand.

Because Mu Hongyi didn't care where the sword would land.

It doesn't matter where the sword lands.

Between eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose, facial features, arms, lungs, chest.

Just drop.

What will happen after the sword is handed over, after it falls, and what will happen to the ending? Mu Hongyi doesn't care about anything.

She just wanted to hand out the sword.

Hand over all of yourself.

So the moment the sword's edge intersected with the left arm that was too late to retract, Mu Hongyi's sword move changed.

Turn stabbing into chopping.

Cut down.

Hong Yi'er put down his sword calmly.

A stream of blood spurted out in the wind and snow
The blood that spewed out continuously, before pattering down in mid-air, was quickly covered with a layer of blue frost, and then was frozen into ice slag.

In the next second, he was shocked by the sword energy all over the sky and became a fan!

The Lord of Fengxue Yincheng's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and he retreated tremblingly.

He held his left arm to the shoulder, which was covered with a pale white like a glacier for thousands of years, stopping all the surging scarlet blood that was about to spurt out.

It was empty there.

There was a "bang" sound.

What fell on the ground was a good left arm with five fingers still open. The broken arm was flat, as if it had been cut off by the best swordsman in the world with the best sword!
And this left arm was indeed chopped off by the best swordsman in the world with the best sword.

Cut off at the same time, there was also half of the dancing silver-white tail.

Now drifting to the ground.

Everything fell to the ground.

Hong Yi'er handed out the sword, and a blush appeared on his pale face, as if the snow-capped mountains of thousands of years had begun to melt and were no longer cold.

The Lord of Fengxue Yincheng tightly covered his severed arm, his lips began to tremble.

This sword cut off his left arm.

He should have been angry, he should have hated, he should have acted recklessly, and completely wiped out this dying woman in red from this world.

But at this moment, in his eyes, overwhelmed by anger and hatred, was a look called fear.

The woman in red held a sword in both hands, maintaining a posture of extending a sword, turning stabs into slashes in the air.

It was this cut that cut off one of his left arms.

But at this moment, the black dragon and white phoenix, who were standing behind the red clothed child and boosting the sword power, turned into white mist in the wind and snow, slowly fluttered and scattered, and finally all disappeared.

This sword, handed out, is not only unparalleled in the world.

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng saw in astonishment that the dead energy in the body of the woman in red who was supposed to die no longer existed!

What about those who are dead?
Where did you go? !
His pupils narrowed slightly, thinking of a possibility.

He looked at the place where his left arm was broken.

Here is where the sword came into contact with.

The black color visible to the naked eye is like a tarsal maggot, and it also looks like a flame lit in the dark night, burning, penetrating, and devouring at the broken arm!

There was a man's bone-piercing roar and shouting in Luoyang City, like an avalanche on a snowy mountain on the Dragon's Back, and the force of the Yuan force exploded, causing continuous avalanches.

Standing with the sword drawn, Mu Hongyi's face was indifferent, her temples fluttered, her black hair was stained with white in the wind and snow, she looked like a fairy in the sky.

The female sword fairy is nothing more than that.

Over the years, the dead energy accumulated in her body has risen and cannot be dissipated. It can only be suppressed until it can no longer be suppressed, just like the sword locked in the black dragon and white phoenix sword box, which can no longer hide its edge.

How to choose?

Naturally, it is unsheathed.

Hand out this sword.

Hand it all out.

Give away all your life, all your hard work, and all your dead energy.

Hand it all out.

A huge amount of dead energy sticks and burns on the left arm of the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng, falling like heavy iron into the water, and goes down desperately along the broken arm.

luck.

It is the most elusive and uncontrollable thing in the world.

Like karma, it can only respond to catastrophe, not avoid it.

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng fell to the ground, his right hand desperately covering the broken part of his left arm, where a sheet of frost covered the wound, but it looked pale and weak under the burning of black luck, unable to resist the erosion of the most ruthless rules in the world.

He stared at the woman in red who had burned everything just to hand out this sword.

The lord of Yincheng let out a hoarse cry of pain, not only because of the pain of a broken arm, the burning of luck was ten times more painful than the pain of a broken arm.

And in the ghost gate for countless years, the pain experienced is more than all these combined.

He just wanted to vent his anger by making a hoarse voice.

After that, hard-to-hear dirty words, hatred, resentment, and insults mixed with blood froth kept coming out of his throat, but it seemed childish and ridiculous.

As the wind and snow turned into a curtain, no one could see the ugliness of the City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City at this moment, except for the red-clothed child who was standing with his sword drawn.

The man who stood on the top of the world and looked down on the world, became a disgusting and disgusting figure after he escaped from the gate of hell.

Standing barefoot on the blue frost, the red-clothed child ignored these dirty words, and said softly: "After practicing for so many years, you should have known that for a person, the skin and the soul inside are two completely different things. s things."

"It doesn't matter if you change your body, or another one." She said calmly, "It doesn't matter how many bodies you change. The disgusting and disgusting appearance of this soul who has been imprisoned in the gate of hell and suffered disasters It will never be replaced."

The Lord of Fengxue Yincheng was still screaming and insulting loudly and continuously.

The great cultivator who dominated the holy land of Beiyuan has now reduced to the appearance of a shrew who only knows hatred and scolding.

What a laughable scene.

Hong Yi'er didn't smile.

She put away her sword and stood, looking towards Tiansu Tower.

His gaze pierced through the three-foot wind and snow curtain.

She postponed all the dead energy to the last sword and handed it out.

Therefore, in her body, the dead energy and black energy that had plagued her for many years no longer existed.

A blush appeared on her face.

It's just this blush, not the blush that came back to life.

But back to the light.

That sword, not only sent out dead air.

all.

is all.

Of course it includes vitality.

From beginning to end, she was just a dying person.

Handing out that sword can't change the ending.

She just doesn't want to go to the so-called "death" as the Lord of Yincheng said.

Mu Hongyi stared blankly at the boy in black on the top of Tiansu Tower.

Do not accept fate.

Yes.

She refuses to accept her fate.

She doesn't recognize "breaking the rules" or "going to die".

She only recognizes the sword in her hand, and a few people.

In the fragmented memory fragments, most of them are killing people with swords, withdrawing swords and returning to life, showing people in the face of ghosts in Qiliang University, covering their hearts tightly, leaving no room for others to touch.

No. Strictly speaking, if I don't have a heart, where is the so-called leeway?

Then the tide rolled up, only the memory after crossing the Qi River.

Lifting the sword does not kill people, and withdrawing the sword does not mean returning life.

It turns out that people who have no heart can also empty their chests, move a little distance, and keep them as thoughts.

Hongyi'er smiled for no reason.

Is this a memory like a fleeting moment before dying?

She looked at the fuzzy black clothes on the roof of Tiansu Tower, and murmured softly: "Yi Xiao."

During the night talk in Sirius City, His Highness once said the origin of his name.

"Actually, I'm not greedy, it's good if I can live." Yi Xiao rested her chin on one hand and drew circles on the table with the other hand, "I know that some people want me to die, but I sometimes think about it myself. If you don’t get to the medicine king, you won’t be able to continue your life. If you just wait quietly for death, won’t it be easy? Isn’t it easy? Don’t you need to think about so many troubles? Father, give me the The name is Xiao Yi. In fact, many things are not easy at all. It is really difficult. If possible, I think the current name is very good: Yi Xiao. Yi Xiao Yi Xiao. Although many things are difficult to do, being chic is always easy Yes, if I can't find the elixir of life, I'll find a smarter way to die, such as hanging myself? Or looking in the mirror and looking handsome to death? Hey"

Very cold joke.

So Hongyi'er didn't smile.

In fact, she listened carefully to everything Yi Xiao said that night.

She just didn't know how to respond.

So Hongyi'er can only close her eyes to avoid the embarrassment of being speechless after the four eyes meet.

And when she was hesitant to open her eyes, she got up and replied casually, there was already warmth from her back, and she was wearing a thin coat, so someone really thought she was asleep.

Hong Yi'er stroked her temples, thinking about the thoughts in her heart at that time.

Fell asleep.
Then fall asleep.

She never cared about these things.

So. When the three-foot wind and snow in front of me dissipated, maybe the soul flew away?

Maybe just fell asleep.

who cares?
Mu Hongyi suddenly laughed.

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng, who fell to the ground, looked at this overly beautiful woman in astonishment, even if he cursed viciously and resentfully, he couldn't help but stop for a moment.

Hong Yi'er knew that she was born beautiful, but she didn't know how beautiful she was when she smiled at this moment.

(End of this chapter)