The sun is scorching and the winter is freezing.
There was a subtle feeling between the two swords, which was also the reason why Leng Wushuang was able to find this place.
"Give it to me and I can let you go."
Leng Wushuang, this trip is only for the Lieyang Sword.
"Miss Leng, I'm afraid I can't do this. The Fiery Sun Sword is a relic of my late father. How can I give it up because of a few words from the girl?"
Yang Feng even remained calm.
He had learned about Leng Wushuang before, a master at the pinnacle of the Nine Realms, and he had realized the Sword Elephant. Read the book
It should be noted that even the hidden sword in the realm has not yet been touched, and the threshold of comprehending the sword image has been reached, but the woman in white in front of him has reached it.
The superb swordsmanship is evident. No wonder even Ah Tuo, who has always claimed to be the god of swordsmanship, looks like a mouse meeting a cat.
"This Xiao An is just an idiot. Why are you arguing with that woman? If she wants the Fierce Sun Sword, just give it to her. Send her away as soon as possible."
Ah Tu wished that Leng Wushuang would leave the inn now.
Otherwise, the good wine and food on this table would make you feel uneasy while eating, for fear of accidentally eating it.
A smear of blood splattered on the table, or a head rolled off.
It makes them lose their appetite.
"Fight! Fight as hard as you want!"
Zang Jian rarely made a fuss and fanned the flames.
"Okay, if you don't hand it over, I'll get it."
Leng Wushuang didn't get angry either, but at this moment the cold winter sheathed on her waist was unsheathed.
If the Fierce Sun Sword brings people the scorching heat of the sun, then the Winter Sword brings people the coldness of the moon.
Originally, the owners of these two swords were able to form a Taoist couple and practice swordsmanship together.
At the moment of unsheathing in the dead of winter.
The surrounding air plummeted.
Even Ah Tuo and Zang Jian were sitting at the dinner table. One of them stopped drinking while the other put the food in his mouth and forgot to chew.
Yang Feng did not sit still and wait for death. The blazing sun in his hand had already reacted when the opponent's sword was unsheathed.
call out!
Like a winter sword made of black ice, it drew a beautiful arc in the air and finally pointed at Yang Feng.
Leng Wushuang was holding the sword, his wrists were shaking, and there was wind under his feet.
At the moment when winter was approaching, the blazing sun in Yang Feng's hand collided with it.
The two swords rubbed together and produced sparks.
The first confrontation, but Leng Wushuang said that she would retrieve the Lieyang Sword, and she would not stop until she retrieved the Lieyang Sword.
He turned around and stabbed Yang Feng with his sword.
The second sword.
The third sword.
Every sword strike was extremely tricky, causing Yang Feng to suffer a great deal.
Yang Feng, whose swordsmanship was only in the middle stage of the Nine Realms, did not use the "Contemplation of Sword Elephant" and the sword moves that cut through the galaxy.
The situation is extremely embarrassing. If it were not for the advantage of his own swordsmanship, other sword gods would have been defeated long ago in the same situation.
"In the middle stage of the Ninth Realm, up until now, your swordsmanship is not the Burning Sun Swordsmanship."
Swordsmanship is divided into two types: inherited and self-created.
In the Great Xia Dynasty, no one had created their own swordsmanship since the defeat of the sword demon Dugu three hundred years ago.
So in this case. Leng Wushuang was extremely confident in her swordsmanship. In the Great Xia Dynasty, no one in the Great Xia Dynasty could fight her for so long even if their realm was two levels lower than hers.
Each time, she narrowly escaped his sword skills. Although there were sword marks everywhere on her body, they were all superficial wounds.
It didn't hurt anything.
"My own swordsmanship is as good as water."
There was no arrogance in Yang Feng's tone, but it was precisely these words without any arrogance that made Leng Wushuang feel uncomfortable.
Creating her own swordsmanship was once the pursuit of her and that person, so they worked together to forge the blazing sun and the cold winter. In the end, they failed to create swordsmanship together, because that man cruelly abandoned her because of a marriage contract and never came back.
Until I heard the bad news about him
came.
"Haha! Hahaha! Homemade swordsmanship? What a self-made swordsmanship."
After saying that, Leng Wushuang changed his previous aura and exuded cold murderous intent.
Since you prevent me from realizing my own swordsmanship, I will also destroy your son.
In fact, is the product of ice and fire not water?
"This woman has murderous intentions, Xiao An?"
"Don't worry, I will save him at the critical moment, but I will say that you forced me to do this."
Ah Tuo, hold your forehead, you are not afraid of opponents who are like gods, but you are afraid of teammates who are like pigs, what a pitfall!
How do you say something?
Fire protection, theft protection and teammate protection!
Leng Wushuang came to kill with the Winter Sword. Yang Feng felt the strong killing intent and stopped holding back.
"Sword cuts across the galaxy!"
Just one sword, handed out.
Unremarkable.
Stab towards Leng Wushuang.
At this time, Leng Wushuang was furious, and the Winter Sword blocked the Fierce Sun Sword.
He was horrified to find that the power of this sword exploded from the inside out and could not be stopped.
There is an aura that is invincible, indestructible and indomitable.
This made Leng Wushuang feel worried. She was really too uncool just now. The young man in front of her was the son of an old friend.
As the former lover of the other party's father, she actually lowered her status and took action against a junior.
Regarding this matter, no matter how many faults the old friend has, one should not direct his anger at the old friend's son.
And she will eventually pay the price for her arrogance.
Can you finally go see him?
Death at the hands of his son might be considered a good ending.
"Xiao An, show mercy!"
"Yang An, stop it!"
A'uo and Zang Jian couldn't sit still anymore and hurriedly stepped forward to stop them, but Yang Feng knew what to do when the Lieyang Sword was less than three inches away from the opponent's throat.
Yang Feng sheathed his sword perfectly.
Leng Wushuang also stared at the sword that stopped less than three inches away from her throat.
Her pretty face was hot. After all, she was the one who started the trouble, but the other party didn't kill her yet.
"Thank you!"
Leng Wushuang rarely thanked anyone in his life, and today was the first time he did so.
"Wushuang, you, the city lord of Frost City, can't be so petty, right? When old acquaintances come here, you don't invite us in for a drink?"
The City Lord's Mansion is definitely more comfortable than an inn, and it is also safer than an inn.
This is the first time that Zangjian has taken the initiative to talk to Leng Wushuang in so many years. In fact, Zangjian was deeply in love with Leng Wushuang before, but he just learned that the person Leng Wushuang likes is Lieyang Sword God, Yang Zhong After that, Hidden Sword chooses to complete it.
Later, Hidden Sword concentrated on studying Hidden Swordsmanship and stopped interfering in world affairs. As a result, Leng Wushuang and Yang Zhong later separated, and Hidden Sword was only learned about Hidden Swordsmanship after he mastered it.
At that time, he didn't know what words to use to comfort Leng Wushuang, so he kept this feeling buried deep in his heart.
He thought that ten years later, this feeling had long been forgotten by him.
It wasn't until today, when he saw Leng Wushuang's beautiful face again, that Zangjian realized how wrong he had been.
Feelings will not become weak over time, on the contrary, they will ferment.
It becomes more and more fragrant and intense.
"Come with me!"
Leng Wushuang returned to Leng Ruoshuang before.
"Hey! ***, your stupid head has become enlightened today?"
"Stop talking sarcastically here."
One is half a catty and the other is eight taels, and no one talks about the other.
"Ah Zuo, do you think it would be interesting to let Leng Wushuang join our camp?"
Yang Feng couldn't guess what this woman was thinking. One second she was fighting for her life, and the next second she seemed to be a different person.
"I feel bad. After all, it was your father who took care of her first.
, and Wushuang also has a well-known name, the Fengliu Sword God, which was also named after your father. Now I just hope that she can let go of the past, otherwise if we go to the City Lord's Mansion now, we will undoubtedly fall into a trap. "
