sbdcsierra Chapter 120
Chapter 120
The wind is strong.
Whoosh.
Rolling up the sky and snow, sweeping across most of the Qixia Mansion, it immediately slammed fiercely on the towering city wall, making a thunderous explosion.
In the wind and snow, the girl stood tall, stroking the hilt of her sword with one hand.
The two eyes raised slightly, staring at the falling snow.
No one knew what the girl was thinking.
Maybe even the girl herself doesn’t know.
The young girl with a sword and a knife on her back is eager to try. A middle-aged man in a gown and a cape on his head looked at the girl in plain clothes from a distance, and a volcano about to erupt burned under his face like a quiet lake.
There are also many old people who are old and old, either silently smoking dry cigarettes or squinting their vicissitudes, as if looking at lively old men and women. In fact, these inner martial artists are the enemies that girls should be most wary of.
Wolves were around, dead and alive.
In a slowly unfolding picture, the rows of houses do not move, and the ancient mottled city walls do not move.
The long snowy street did not move, and many people did not move.
Only the wind is whimpering and the snow is falling.
In a small teahouse in the silent picture, a young man in coarse linen suddenly walked out.
Like a ship, sailing through a sea.
The young man was holding a wooden stick in his right hand, tilting his head slightly as he walked, listening sideways.
Three feet away from the girl, the boy stood still.
Sniff lightly, and a faint body fragrance lingers on the side of your nose.
It smells much better than the group of women in the Qinglou.
“My name is Junichi, and my sword is called Fifteen. The
boy said.
The girl withdrew her gaze at the sky and cast her gaze at the teenager.
“My name is Cangxue, and the sword name is red blood. The
boy muttered, “Good name.” Maiden
: “My master brother’s sword.” The
boy smiled, “It’s also a good sword name.” The
palm of his hand loosened slightly, and the wooden stick that accompanied the boy for the whole spring, summer, autumn and winter fell and was deeply embedded in the thick snow.
“Whew~”
let out a long breath.
Take another deep breath.
The boy’s chest rose and fell so violently that he seemed to be about to inhale all the wind and snow in the city.
“Boom~”
Without warning, the young man stepped heavily on the sole of one foot.
Between the sputtering snow, the boy’s thin figure flew out like a sharp arrow.
The slender palm gripped the hilt of the iron sword hanging from the left waist.
The young man’s pale and handsome face smashed the snowflakes that fell along the way.
Two crisp sword sounds suddenly sounded.
Two sword rays of light suddenly erupted at the head of Jade Toad Street.
Swoosh.
In the sound of breaking through the air, a sword blade pierced deep into the city wall.
The boy and the girl, the two figures also staggered.
The wind swept the snow and fluttered wildly.
The boy suddenly raised his head.
A bright line of blood gradually appeared on the neck.
Immediately snorted.
Blood curtain splattered.
There was a smile on the corner of the boy’s mouth.
For he heard the most wonderful wind in the world.
It turned out that the wind formed by blood splattering sounded so good.
It was like a mother humming.
A muffled bang.
The teenager threw himself to the ground.
It only took a moment of blood to melt a large swan of snow.
Fifteen broke.
Chuichi also died.
……
Silence returned to heaven and earth.
The girl holds a sword in one hand.
The blade of the sword that is as clear as autumn water has no blood and no snow.
The same goes for plain white clothes.
Among the martial artists of the rivers and lakes, those young girls who were just starting out, did not ask for ten thousand gold and ten thousand households, but only wished to be able to step on the corpse of the snow, and thus made a splash, their expressions gradually became solemn and fearful at this moment.
These newborn calves whose cultivation was below the fifth rank would never dare to say that they could survive in such a fierce sword qi.
At
the end of Jade Toad Street, Xu Lian, who was sitting on a chair, applauded and chuckled: “Wonderful.” Inside
the teahouse, the man stroked the lancet that lay across the edge of the wooden table with his rough palm.
“You want revenge
?” Old man Gu asked, “For the first year of junior?”
The man shook his head: “For Xiuning.”
Old man Gu: “This girl’s sword technique is superb, although you are a grade higher than her, but if you want to kill it, it is also tricky.”
“Don’t go, wait for the girl to be killed by others, and then you will come forward and slash a few times.”
“Take a thousand taels of snowflake pattern silver and go home and have a prosperous year with your family Xiuning.” The
man smiled, “For me, killing people is simple, but humiliating corpses is extremely difficult.”
“People, in the end, all pay attention to the death and the whole corpse, and enter the earth for peace.”
“Old man Gu, honestly, how many grades are your cultivation?”
the man stared straight at the old man.
The old man said in a deep voice, “The Third Grade King Kong Realm.” ”
The third product is the inner refining martial artist. The horror of killing power is different from the external refining martial artist.
“Old man Gu, you and me, as well as the first year of junior high school, can also be regarded as acquaintances.
“If I kill this girl by chance, I will get you three thousand.”
“I will also do the three things for him in the first year of junior high school.”
After a pause, the man continued: “If I die, I will ask you for the aftermath of the first year of junior high school.”
“I don’t know where Chuyi’s hometown is.”
“My mother is buried in the south of the world, and my son is buried in the north of the sea, perhaps this is the real sadness of the death of a guest in a foreign land.” The
man took off his shoes and took out a silver ticket worth fifty taels from his shoes.
“The head of the bandit leader of Jingshan Mountain was exchanged.
The man put the silver ticket on the table, pressed it lightly with his four fingers, and pushed it in front of Old Man Gu.
“Old man Gu, if you have a little compassion for Chuyi, you will take the silver ticket to buy a coffin for the child, and the cheapest cypress wood is enough.
“Burn more paper money, so that the child will go to Hades and no longer worry about clothes and meals.”
The old man did not smile, picked up the silver ticket with both hands, put it under his nose and sniffed it fiercely.
Then he grinned, “That’s the smell!” The
man slowly got up and clenched the lancet.
“What about you?”
said Old Man Gu with a frown.
The man was silent for a short while, and suddenly revealed a mouth full of snow-white teeth.
Without saying a word, he strode out of the teahouse.
……
Everyone’s eyes were focused on the man.
The man came to a stop where the teenager had been standing.
Man: “Qin Feng, chaotic knife.” Maiden
: “Cangxue, red blood.” The
Lancet slowly unsheathed.
The blade is extremely bright, as if the brightest sunlight reflects the whitest new snow.
The long knife is diagonally aligned with the arm.
Step by step, the man walked towards the girl.
The pace is getting faster and faster, and the murderous intention is getting stronger and stronger.
In just a few breaths, the man went from walking to running.
The galloping male body rolls the falling snow.
The tip of the long knife ploughed a straight mark in the snow.
At a distance of a few feet from the girl, the man jumped high and slashed down.
The knife has not arrived.
The girl with the knife has been scraped hunting in plain clothes, and the green silk dances wildly.
Straight swept the snow in the girl’s square circle, revealing the bluestone street.
The girl could even clearly see the snowflakes that had been cut in the center of the blade.
Only instantly.
The blade was like a galaxy, submerging the girl’s figure.
“Zheng!” A
hanging knife mang, the galaxy fell for nine days.
Another sword qi galaxy soared.
In the sound of the exchange of gold and iron, the snow tornado danced wildly.
Blurred everyone’s vision.
Swish~
In the screams of the ghost crying wolf, countless broken blades were like an iron rain, shooting in all directions.
……
PS: There are big guys again. Thanks to the big god certification of the ‘human game’ boss, and thank you to the ‘Cheng Min, who loves butter baked lobster’ for the popping flowers. Thank you to all Taoists for generating electricity for love, paying gifts, and hugging your fists.
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, three consecutive schedules.
I’m happy today, don’t say it, I have to press it.