The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

In the lead-gray sky, the thick snow cloud became more and more gloomy, covering the snowy fields full of murders.

No one moved first after the thunder.Under such a stalemate, Yin Biyue even had time to think about it. No matter who is wearing this place, there is no recognition.Only Rong Zhuo's red dress and Yu Zhanmei's white dress are considered iconic dress styles.

Now it seems that Yu Zhanmei is not sitting in the Golden Palace.So where did this second magician go?

Zhonglu Xuefu, Nanlu Qinglu Sword School, or Xilu Cangya Mountain?

Everywhere is a disaster, but if you only look at the current situation, at least he has a 10% chance of winning.

The brilliance of Linyuan Sword suddenly burst out, and twelve magic breaths swept over the sky!

There is no wind and snow on the edge of the cliff, and the meaning of cold and silence is condensed in the air, if there is substantial pressure on people's hearts.

Rong Zhuo turned around and quietly watched the young man who broke the countless barriers and appeared in front of him in an instant.

The complicated red robe on his body was like a sea of ​​blood, and as he walked, the sea of ​​blood waved.

"My three hundred years of cultivation, you have finished in less than thirty years, this is the fortune of the reincarnation of the deity?"

This sentence is not to ask the other party, just a emotion.

If it is the current enemy, it is natural to be cautious.Up until now, he has never regarded the opponent as an opponent who needs to score points and decide his life and death.

Luo Mingchuan was unmoved by this disdainful attitude and replied, "You all say yes, then that's right."

I know who I am, and my brother knows who I am.What others say.

Rong Zhuo smiled, his tone was serious, and he asked a little shamelessly,

"Don't you think you are so embarrassed in your face now? Is your biggest wish to be the head of the Cangya Mountain?"

"I want it already. I have nothing more to fight for."

Luo Mingchuan knew that if it were not for the Master’s trust and responsibility, he would not even want to be the head of Cangya Mountain.

Rong Zhuo nodded, "I see. If you ask for benevolence, you will have a complete Taoist heart, and then practice will be successful. But does Tianluo Jiuzhuan also preach the heart?"

Luo Mingchuan's eyes fell on Xueyun's head, his face pale,

"As long as you practice, you need to temper your mind. Tianluo Jiu Zhuan is no different from the world's thousands of exercises."

At the same time as the original dialogue took place, the battle was always going on.

Until this moment, the piece of snow cloud could not bear the hedge of the powerful real element and the magic breath, and it burst apart, and the cotton wool like tears was torn.A series of muffled sounds came from the nine days, just like the dull thunder before the summer rainstorm.

The mighty real element and the violent magic breath fill every inch of space above and below.The snow was raised high, forming countless turbulences and eddies, drowning the two.

Rong Zhuo listened, regretting, "You are so transparent, why did you come to a dead end?"

As the light words fell, the wild winds gathered from under the abyss and rushed straight out of the dark world.

The wind was dead and cold, and the temperature at the cliff suddenly dropped.

*******

In the deep winter of this year, the wars and fighting laws that broke out all over the place were completely disrupted.

The dilemma collapsed, and the Demon Army suffered heavy losses. After the integration, it continued to go south, Zhongshan fell to the cliff, and its life and death were unknown. Huan; the sea of ​​fire outside Yunyang City went out, and the corpses ran across the field.

The emperor of Hokuriku sacrificed his ancestors at Fengtiantai, and crossed the sea with three thousand dragons.

These tens of thousands of people rushed to the battlefield, and the two sides were stuck in a deadlock.In the seemingly calm Westland, there are still rules in the towns, and the migrants have been properly resettled.

Because the victory or defeat on this land is determined by a few people.

For example, the wilderness on the outskirts of Tai'an.

Yu Zhanmei was thinking a little sullenly, how do you know that I'm going this way, every time I get stuck.

Liu Lishuang naturally has no realm of subtlety to be self-explanatory, and she can be counted.

I just knew she would get lost on the right hand.

The sky gradually darkened, and the dark clouds obscured the moonlight.There was a thin layer of snow on the wild grass covered with dry grass, but it looked a little bit like the East China Snowfield.

The two are three feet apart. This distance is very suitable for fighting and talking.

Yu Zhanmei looked at the dim sky, thinking that tonight had passed, and there would be one less person in the world who could speak.After all, there are no people who dare to see her in the huge Golden Palace.

In this case, why not say a few words at this time?

"I heard you closed the life and death pass."

Liu Lishuang did not know what the mood was, and calmly talked to her, "Yes."

Yu Zhan smiled lightly, "Then you are out of the customs now, do you see life and death?"

Liu Lishuang looked at the person opposite.

Clearly the most indifferent and fierce temperament, but practiced the most feminine and charming skills.Laughing like spring willow, eyes like ice lake.

She replied calmly, "Natural things of life and death, such as the long river Qingxi merges into the sea, the spring flowers fall and the leaves fall.

Yu Zhanmei no longer smiled and looked at her coldly, "You know what I hate the most about you."

Speaking of which, naturally it cannot continue.

The night wind moved the wide sleeves of the main palace of the Golden Palace, and suddenly changed direction, blowing at the person opposite her.

A white practice followed the wind, and under the pressure of the surging magic breath, the grass was ruined along the way.

The cold wind is like a knife, and it is awe-inspiring.

Liu Lishuang flew up, as if the real Yuanyuan barrier condensed in front of her.

She practiced straight boxing, the blow of the wind broke the air, and thunder threw down the wilderness one after another.

The pressure, which weighed more than a thousand, fell on the soft Bai Lian, but it was like a stone like a lake, and the ripples would no longer be traced.

Yu Zhanmei's expression was as cold as ice and snow.

Bai Lian traversed three feet in his hand, still in the air, like a bridge.

And they stood at both ends of the bridge, just like the snowy night watching warm wine and dim lights together.

*****

A hundred miles away, there was a golden light rushing into the night sky, and it was like a wave of water.It is the light when the Cangya Hushan large array is opened.

With the main peak main hall as the center, it covers the remaining five peaks, from the rolling sea of ​​clouds to the grass and trees in front of the mountain gate, which is covered by the whole.

This is the first time that the mountain protection team has been fully opened since the end of the last French era and the establishment of Cangya.Headed by Zheng Yangzi, all the elders in the gate sat in the main hall and presided over the formation.

Half of the sky in Westland is illuminated by the golden light of the day.

But that one came from beyond the sky and was extremely powerful. Before it touched the golden light, it was blocked by a sword.

Jun Yu stood in the cloud holding the'Spring Mountain Smile' and faced Yu Shi from the wind.

Under the clouds, outside the golden light, there were two people facing each other three feet apart.

"You may not know me. Introduce yourself. My name is Yan Xing. Shi Chengjian Shengwei is shocked, and the third in the door."

The man in front of the mountain gate was carrying a long knife and a wine jar hanging from his waist. He came from Nanlu at night and at full speed. The natural wind and dust, and the fact that he did not trim the borders, it was even more disappointing.

When speaking, the tone is casual, but the eyes are clear, looking directly at the person in front of him,

"Actually, I always thought that you should play a fight with my brother. After all, you both use swords, and your swordsmanship is similar. What did Mr. Xuefu say about "Double Stars"? Many people guess that you two... …But not now.” He pointed his finger to the sky,

"Now my brother can't go away with something, and the second sister is not here. I can only go up. Long time, Lin Daoyou."

This long admiration is not polite, Yanxing really admires Lin Yuangui somewhat.Since he began to practice, this name has become as famous as his brother Jun Yu.It's just that he served not the opponent's kendo talent, but the sword that dared to block the rest of the world on the Hengduan Mountain.

Seeing a real person today, he sincerely felt that if he was born a hundred years earlier, he should be able to compete with each other.

Opposite him, the man in the blue robe was simply standing there, like a tall green pine.The coldness between the eyebrows is like ice and snow that does not change all year round.

Lin Yuangui listened silently and patiently, and nodded, "Yan Daoyou."

This is even after saying hello.

But Yan Xing still doesn't plan to do it.He only talks a lot when he is drunk on weekdays, but he doesn’t drip tonight, but he seems to be drunk.

"Why did Lin Daoyou come?"

Lin Yuan replied, "Trusted by the elders."

He believed that since it was a duel between two people, he cultivated higher than the other, so he should be the first to take the initiative.

This old and pedantic ancient ritual has long been unobserved, but Lin Yuangui still insisted on it.So now Yan does not move, he can only talk to the other party.

Yan Xing asked again, "What does the elder Shimen trust?"

"Trust me to go to war."

"After the fight?"

"If you lose, you will die in Cangya. If you win, the grace of nurturing your teachers will be reported. I will abandon the exercises and leave Hengduan Mountain."

Yan Xing's expression was slightly startled, "How can there be such a truth."

Lin Yuangui still looked calm.It seems to be saying so.

Yan Xing thought for a while, "After you leave, what will happen to Shuo Yuejian's uninherited inheritance? And what about your master's disciples? They may not be able to survive anymore."

The fact that Baopu Zongfen is old and new is not a secret.After the death of Lin Yuangui’s master, Yu Shi took the power to eliminate the dissidents.

Facing these two problems, Lin Yuangui could only be silent.The first time I did not answer, I asked rhetorically, "Why are you telling me this?"

Yan Xing said frankly, "One is because the two have just met and it's too boring to play without saying a word. The second is because I can't beat you, it will delay the time."

Lin Yuangui obviously didn't expect him to say that.Self-confidence is far worse than people, is it not a taboo in the battle?

At this point, they are even more unable to understand each other.

Lin Yuangui grew up on the misty hills and grew up practicing sword practice day after day. There is no difference between a year and a decade.His master taught him benevolence, loyalty, wisdom, faithfulness, filial piety, and honesty, but he did not teach him that there are moments of dilemma in the world.

President Yan is used to being a home in the world where fish and dragons are mixed.On the day he met Juggernaut, he fought with a few bandits who had paid for the wine in the Chunxiu Tower, and also molested the girl of Luhua.Everyone else in the tavern ran away, leaving him alone, knowing that he would not be able to beat his head, and went for half his life.

Jian Sheng once said, "Just like you, nine lives are not enough for you to die."

In other words, admit that it is not as good as the other party, and will not shake Yan Xing's fighting intent at all.Because of the act of'finding death', he carried out his first half of his life.

I can't beat you, but I just want to fight you.

You kind of killed me.

Yan Xing drew out his long knife and said straightly, "Lin Daoyou, please--"