Fu Canglu

Chapter 618 Missed
Within a mile of the wooden house, the snow trembled, and the heavy snow surged up, and was surrounded by people with amazing cohesion.

Standing in front of the wooden house, Chen Wanjuan had a ferocious face, and tightly clenched Wei Lingshan with one hand.

"boom"

The snow is surging and runs through like a dragon.

Amidst the swaying purple clothes, his figure was like a swimming fish, moving forward erratically, without retreating, the plain hand that had been vainly pressing on the hilt of the wooden sword was now gripping the hilt tightly.

The sword light was like a thunderbolt in the heavy snow, and it slashed from bottom to top with a loud sound.

The wooden sword was made of simple materials, just an ancient wood randomly found from the mountains near the snowfields of the Western Regions. It was quite tough, and with the blessing of Wei Lingshan's vitality, it could easily cut off the head of a ninth-rank level.

On this big snowfield, the most active ones are the spies of Sen Luo Dao and Tian Que.

This wooden sword had already cut off the heads of nearly ten blind villains, and this was the last time it was unsheathed.

When Wei Lingshan was confronting each other, he had silently instilled a large amount of vitality, and the unsheathed thunder flashed by, twisting like a snake, cutting a narrow passage in the heavy snow.

Chen Wanjuan narrowed his eyes, the speed of the purple clothes was too fast, and the route was erratic, even with a wooden sword, he could still defeat thousands of troops in the heavy snow. Within ten feet, the snow ground sank down with a "poof", and then passed to twenty feet and thirty feet in turn.
The soles of the purple clothes collapsed suddenly, and countless snow qi came from her front and back. Her face was still calm, and the soles of her feet were slightly off. Like the two sharpest long knives in the world, they hummed slightly, and the sound of gold and iron interlacing was deafening!
Chen Wanjuan's pupils shrank slightly.

The purple-clothed woman with huge demon wings disappeared from sight in an instant. He turned his head to look, and the left and right sides were all white.

A gust of wind suddenly came from beside the ear, and Chen Wanjuan's fair cheeks seemed to be gently scraped by paper, and the pleasant sound of blood vessels breaking rang out on the snow.

A whole huge black robe was smashed up by a huge force. Chen Wanjuan's reaction was extremely quick. He raised his hands and folded them in front of him, but he was still knocked so that his feet flew off the ground, coughing up a big mouthful of blood.

He looked at the purple figure that was coming close to him in disbelief.

Two huge and empty "Dragon Sparrow Wings", the feathers are full of wild sword energy, enveloping the two of them, like a ball rising into the sky.

Inside the sphere, Wei Lingshan pulled out the wooden long sword expressionlessly, pointed the tip of the sword at Chen Wanjuan's chest, and pushed the wooden long sword against the black robe under the handed sword

"Ahhh"

The painful roar of the young Confucian scholar not only came from the heart-piercing energy of the wooden long sword, which fell into his chest along with the black robe, nor was it not only that his back had already touched the wall of sword energy and long feathers of the dragon bird's wings, Stabbed bloody.

And it comes from "too empty".

To be more precise, it comes from the sky shortage of "Tai Xu".

All the pain will be magnified several times, ten times, or even more on the owner of "Taixu".

Wei Lingshan frowned, she sensed the abnormality of "Brother Chen" at this moment, most of what circulated under the black robe were not real entities, but the breath of wind, snow and darkness, and the person pierced by the wooden sword , but it happens to be a land of flesh and blood.

She pressed the wooden sword with her palm until the blade couldn't bear the huge pressure, and finally cracked inch by inch.

If it was "Qi Yu", the winner would have been decided at this moment.

Chen Wanjuan's back, covered under the black robe, had been torn apart by the sword energy of Dragon Sparrow Feather Ling. This kind of pain was very bearable.

He raised his head angrily, and looked at the woman who pressed the remaining half of the sword hilt to his chest, his voice was hoarse and painful: "How dare you treat me like this?"

Wei Lingshan squinted his phoenix eyes, looked at the humanoid monster under the black robe, shook his head and said, "Chen Wanjuan, you only make me feel sick."

Chen Wanjuan was slightly taken aback.

He stopped his raised hands a little stiffly, and murmured repeatedly: "Disgusting?"

Chen Wanjuan laughed.

Then came the second sound.

His laughter was chilling in the wind and snow.

He squeezed the other hand in the sleeve robe.

In the palm of that hand, there was a "string fruit" left to him by the Lord of Yincheng.

"I didn't want to use it."

"I thought you'd listen to me."

Under the black robe, the young face that had become extremely ferocious due to loss of control, raised his brows at this moment, and became elegant and handsome again, like a sad and compassionate monk, with tears on his face, repenting for the sins he was about to commit .

Wei Lingshan's mind suddenly trembled.

Her pupils shrunk deeply, and the "Dragon Sparrow Wing" that wrapped the two of them slammed open, pulling the distance between herself and Chen Wanjuan away in an instant, and countless feathers shot out like a bow full of bows. Arrows fired after release
"whoosh" "whoosh" "whoosh"

Chen Wanjuan, who turned into "Taixu", was suspended in the air, and was slapped backward by the huge propulsion force of the pair of wings. He just looked at the direction of Wei Lingshan's escape in pity, and ignored the pain in his body. A few sword qi feathers shot out.

With the power of Taixu, the body shape can be transformed between emptiness and emptiness, and the flying dragon sparrow sword feathers almost penetrated Chen Wanjuan's huge black robe without any hindrance.

It's just that it didn't bring out any blood, as if it pierced through the illusory dreamland of flowers in the mirror and moon in the water, and brought out a circle of nothingness ripples in the heavy snow.

Only a feather of sword energy pierced the black robe fiercely, pierced into the flesh and blood, and a heavy arrow pierced through the back of the chest. Chen Wanjuan was pierced by the penetrating force of the arrow and nailed to the ground. His face was pale, he closed his eyes with a miserable smile, and silently endured the great pain, but he didn't make the slightest sound like before.

Dark red blood oozes from the black robe nailed to the snow.

Like a blooming red flower.

But on the big snowfield in the distance, the wind was raging and the sword energy was flying. That purple shirt seemed to sense something was wrong, and it turned and changed on the big snowfield.

Chen Wanjuan smiled.

That purple dress is erratic, looks like a panicked butterfly?Desperately changing direction, desperately wanting to escape a road leading to freedom, it's a pity.
He clenched his five fingers tightly, and the invisible "karma" spread out in the void.

This is the rule that the speed of the world cannot catch up with.

Like that day in Silver City.

Butterfly falls.

The butterfly longing for freedom fell on the snow field and broke its wings.

Chen Wanjuan raised his hands, slowly grasped the huge arrowhead that pierced his chest and back, and pulled it out with some difficulty.

He frowned.

The lips are smiling.

Even the pain that pierces the heart cannot conceal the joy in the heart.

On the snowfield, the blood in the black robe no longer flowed. He slowly stood up and took off the heavy and sticky robe.

Under the black robe was a plain and crude sackcloth made of coarse cloth. Blood had scabbed under the cloth, but a faint layer of green frost had formed on the outside of the cloth.

Why is Chen Benbuyi a thief?

Chen Wanjuan threw away the Sword Qi Long Ling casually, and smashed it on the snow field, splashing out a puddle of snow.

Walking along the way, the ground was covered with messy, erect, and slanted sword feathers. Chen Wanjuan walked all the way to the woman who was curled up on the snow.

He said softly: "Look. Where is the person you are waiting for now?"

The woman on the snow, with disheveled clothes, curled up with her head in her arms, crying in pain, her voice trembling, aroused pity.

"Don't miss him, what's good about him?"

Chen Wanjuan laughed at himself: "He won't come."

"He is dead."

Above the dome, the clear sea is still as usual.

There is no sun, but it is sunny.

There was heavy snow flying in the snow field, and a lotus garment was blown full by the wind, making it difficult to walk.

Every step is very slow, but firm.

In the distance of the wind and snow, there is a looming wooden house.

Yi Xiao was at a loss.

The cabin is right there.

but
How far must I go to get to that wooden house?

When he turned around, his back was pale, and as far as he could see, there was nothing, and he had already left the black coffin far behind.

At this moment, the heavy snow in the snow field seemed to have stagnated for a moment.

There seemed to be a soft voice ringing in Yi Xiao's ear.

He tried to listen, but the wind and snow were too strong.

He couldn't hear.

Outside the sea of ​​souls, inside the coffin, where the little Highness's body was, the broken lotus clothes were filled with sand, and he clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

On the chest is an ancient token.

Summons from Holy Island.

At this moment, the summons caused a slight but rapid tremor.

That familiar voice was pleading and crying.

"help me."

"help me."

"help me."

until dissipated.

The sound of that token penetrated the sea of ​​souls, passed to the clear seabed, and spread all the way to the wind and snow grassland.

But it didn't reach Yi Xiao's ears.

The little highness, who lost his way in the wind and snow, looked up and saw the snow-white butterflies dancing in the sky, no longer flying, but falling one after another, with their wings shattered, shaking, and finally turned into pure snow gas, disappearing from sight among.

The voice reverberating over the sea of ​​souls was illusory, and it was impossible to hear clearly no matter what.

Fate has no intention, but prefers to play tricks.

Someone hovered in front of the wooden house, not knowing how to get there.

Someone took the butterfly with broken wings outside the wooden house and brought it back to the golden cage.

Yi Xiao, who was standing on the snowfield, calmed down after listening to no results, and stopped paying attention to the voice.

He wants to find the sword.

He wanted to get closer to the wooden house and see what was inside.

He wanted to hold that sword and get a real new life.

Yi Xiao's heart is calm, but in fact, the undercurrent is turbulent. In the sea of ​​souls, someone's voice emerges, talking and laughing, which is unforgettable.

An ominous premonition surged up countless times, but he suppressed it.

If this sword is handed out, the dry sand of Tianmen will be shattered, and the sword energy of the Western Regions will scream.

If he can't hold this sword, he is not qualified to fight against fate.

(End of this chapter)