Compared with Xuanmai, the Shouyu Tianmai station is generally much more lively. The specific details of how lively it is can be summarized as -
Fight, fight, fight.
Qicheng and Huangjian Guchen stayed in Xuanmai with the sword-tailed unicorn.
Lin Chongyang is also in Xuanmai.
After Ji Wuxia visited Xuanmai with him, he chose to go to Tianmai alone to make an appointment with Ni Shenyang.
After all, these two are the only true masters in the world of elves.
At most, one more Huang Yang Yaoxue can be added.
They can't both fight the Cambrian. This would be too much pressure for their friends, so naturally another friend needs to step forward to share the pressure.
Ni Shenyang will not refuse this matter.
The frequency of appointments was basically maintained at once every seven days, and each time the fight lasted three days.
Win or lose?
Not important, not important.
Neither Ji Wuxia nor Ni Shenyang care about it.
They are more interested in the gains from the battle and the pleasure of fighting.
Ni Shenyang wanted to use this external pressure to study the forbidden element. After a few battles, the progress was far better than sitting in seclusion for several years. Of course, he did not forget to polish his physical body.
If not, carrying the forbidden element is a burden.
In addition to making appointments, you can also enjoy the snow at Tianmai's station.
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Jumangfeng.
Whenever day and night complete the alternation, when you are here and raise your eyes, you can see the characteristic three-wheeled moon.
At the same time, this place is also a rare natural snow mountain in the elven world.
In the vast snowy scene, two figures lean against dead trees, with black and white swords stuck beside them. The frosty wind blows, and crystal clear snowflakes like jade butterflies are flying all over the sky. The figures in the snow are admiring the moon with their swords.
"Leaning on my knife, I lie alone in the cold frost, smiling at the beauty of my youth that has withered away. I love this wind and snow in all the scenery. I love it when it is flying white and love it when it is cold."
The poem was chanting softly, and he was dressed in elegant and white clothes, with his white hair tied up by silver hair accessories, showing his nobility and extraordinary. He was none other than the Snow Lord of Kariyu Tianmai——
Huang Yang Yaoxue.
"Ordinary people always like to see flowers in bloom. However, the flowers are in full bloom, but they are not as good as the snow and silver frost all over the sky. At least in my opinion, the flower scene is far inferior to the snow scene. What do my friends think?"
A long white sheathed sword stood in the snow beside her. Huang Yaoxue stretched out her hand to catch the snowflakes, feeling the moment they melted in the palm of her hand.
In the distance, Tairuoshan sword stood beside him, and Ji Wuxia was drinking a cup of wine.
After hearing the words coming from her, she responded:
"That depends on whether you are using scenery to describe things."
The scenery here is really good, and it suits her body. If she gets interested, she can fight in the air.
"Does the metaphor mean that all vitality has been wiped out, or is it full of desolation, or is it incomplete? This makes the snow lose its innocence." Huang Yaoxue sighed softly.
Ji Wuxia asked back: "What if the snow is stained with blood?"
"Well, it's a beautiful sight."
Obviously, Yukijue Kariu has his own logic for snow.
"Wouldn't it be innocent?" Kuai Xue Shiqing stuffed the wine bag and hung it back on her waist.
I only heard Huang Yang Yaoxue say boldly: "Hongxue, just as simple."
"If that's the case, then there's no need to worry. You won't be able to adapt to the ups and downs of the world, which is a unique hardship."
At this time, a subtle light fragrance came with the wind.
Huang Yang Yaoxue stood up, stretched his muscles and bones at will, and said:
"Your man has finally arrived."
As soon as the words fell, the frost knife rose, and the flying snow came out of its sheath. The awe-inspiring fighting spirit spread along with the murderous aura.
Just as the long sword was in hand, a red-haired figure came walking through the snow.
Face to face.
Zheng!
The spring frost and autumn reveal the sheath, and the coldness of the sword no longer restrains itself. The chill that spreads around the blade turns into ice, causing the flying snow in the sky to intensify. The elegant and gorgeous long sword pulls the wind and snow.
The snow is cold, and the murderous aura that comes with the snow is even colder.
"Trouble with me and play a song flawlessly."
The wind in the pine trees was transformed by Lin Chongyang and landed in front of Ji Wuxia. The beautiful woman sat upright, took the guqin and placed it between her knees, and lightly picked the strings with her slender white fingers.
Zheng——
The sound of the piano sounded, and a battle broke out on the vast snowy field.
Huang Yaoxue advances to bully his body, the flying snow flutters in white, and his life is deducted continuously without any trace.
Hiding a knife in the snow, the snow and the knife are in harmony, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and reality. The blade of the knife changes accordingly, making it difficult to tell whether what you see in front of you is a knife or snow.
Or, it's a knife and snow.
The frost knives and the golden knives clashed several times, and the clanging sound continued. The scattered sword energy burst out and sputtered out, rolling up thousands of piles of snow, and dead trees in the snow were cut in half.
Zheng——
The sound of the piano rises and falls, is deep, melodious yet passionate, and moves forward slowly following the footsteps of those who are fighting.
It's like countless war horses galloping, with strong emotions.
Ding ding ding ding!
Blades exchanged, figures intertwined, each attack went back and forth, the steps followed the sound of the piano, the sound of the knife matched the rhythm of the sound of the piano, and the flying snow accompanied the sound of the wind echoing on the top of the mountain.
At this time, the piano sound suddenly became sharp, but not harsh.
Instead, it became even more high-pitched and passionate, pushing the battle to another climax.
Amidst the passionate music, the figures of the two people gradually became indistinguishable. They were in a trance and disappeared for a moment. Only the blank snow field and the chopped snowflakes were left, witnessing the fierce confrontation that took place here.
Thousands of tricks have been used to demolish it, thousands of tricks have been used to demolish it.
The wind echoing on the top of the mountain gently stirred up the chopped snow.
Is it a fight between man and knife?
Or, the wind and snow are at war.
The angry snow surged in the wind, and the cold dew dripped with the golden sword, and the sky and the earth suddenly condensed into three feet of ice.
Goodbye, the silver light shuttle manifested into two figures.
"I said, I asked you to come here to help me, not to kill me."
"If we don't show our strength, Yaoxue will be in trouble today."
"That's too much! Why don't you imitate what I say!"
"Without the oppression between life and death, how can we go further?"
The spring frost and autumn dew swayed away from the oncoming blade, and with a twist of Lin Chongyang's wrist, he wiped it towards Huang Yaoxue's throat.
But when he pressed down on his wrist, the white blade of the flying snow hit him downwards.
He knew in his heart that his strength was not as good as the opponent's, so he did not go directly downwards, but diagonally downwards. He deflected his body to avoid the blade and said at the same time:
"Huh, it smells so sour. I hear you are snowing."
“Be aware that evil comes from the mouth.”
"I didn't even plan to match you with snow."
The two of them not only clashed with each other with swords and blows, but also exchanged words with each other.
The passionate and sonorous sounds are connected together, echoing the sound of the piano, and occasionally there is a slight dissonance, as if the knife in the hand is overwhelmed.
Problems are discovered but there is no time to solve them.
because!
A crisp clanging sound resounded throughout the world, the confrontation came to an abrupt end, and the flying blade cut off a few strands of white hair.
The confrontation was interrupted and the sound of the piano also stopped at this time.
"..."
Huang Yaoxue was silent, turning her right wrist, looking at the smooth white cut of Feixue in her hand, and then looking at the figure standing not far away.
Speak slowly——
"You are definitely deliberately retaliating, right?"
He had calculated everything, but he had not calculated that the saber would be cut in two.
Logically speaking, this kind of thing should not happen. There are not so many coincidences in the world. Therefore, Huang Yaoxue made a judgment, but he felt that it was not his problem.
"It's because the quality of your knife is too poor." Lin Chongyang said calmly.
(End of chapter)
