"Is this a snowman?"
"No, this is our Fairy Hua!"
All the disciples looked at the disheveled human-shaped ice sculpture in front of the temple in disbelief.
A week ago, Hua Shi, one of the Seven Swordsmen of Huayun and the Wintersweet Fairy of Huayun Sect, finally failed to withstand the backlash of Han Che's internal energy. The cold air penetrated his heart and there was no possibility of survival.
But although this Han Che internal skill is dangerous, everyone in Hua Yun except the juniors knows that the reason why such a powerful Hua Fairy is backlashed is that the pain of lovesickness is worse than the poison of extreme cold.
As for who could actually care about such extraordinary women so much, everyone who knows this person calls him "When he is angry, the princes will be afraid, but when he lives in peace, the world will rest."
The fire that night burned the world, and I am afraid that it will no longer be able to rest in peace. I wonder if his son who survived the fire still has such ability.
In the 206th year of the Mausoleum Calendar·Suiyun Mountains·In the courtyard of the Wintersweet Fairy of the Huayun Sect
As far as the eye can see, the Suiyun Mountains are covered with heavy snow all year round, and everything is completely silent. A peak can be seen as the mountains turn around. It seems that someone is still missing. Sometimes the sword energy flashes back, and sometimes there is tenderness like water.
"Quick Snow Style: Qian Chuixue!" In the flash of sword energy, a piece of wind sickle was rolled up and headed towards Yun Lingzhi. "Haha, you lost, Senior Sister Lingzhi."
Yun Musheng patted Xue on the shoulder, and said with a smile as he relieved his frown just now.
Lingzhi looked puzzled. Kuai Xue Sword Technique came from the same sect, and he had practiced it two years earlier than Yun Musheng. Why was Yun Musheng's sword energy not inferior to his own?
Yun Musheng bowed his hands and pretended to be respectful, but he sighed softly. After all, he would lose nine times out of ten in a competition with his senior sister.
"Senior Sister Qingqing, has her mood improved recently?"
Yun Musheng asked with concern. Since Hua Xianzi died of illness a few days ago, her daughter Hua Wenqing has not left the door for several days. Yun Musheng has been very worried about her condition and wanted to go and check it out several times. Yun Lingzhi had no choice but to , had to agree.
When the two came to the Wintersweet Hall, they saw Hua Wenqingzheng quietly looking at the bed where Fairy Hua was alive. There were still pale tears under the corners of his blue eyes. The Jiang Xuejian in his arms was still so delicate and exuding a noble chill.
The sword energy is still there, but the man holding the sword has gone far away. Yun Musheng couldn't help feeling a little emotional, but her masculine and childish face also showed a sad look. She was remembering the passing fairy, and she was also worried about Wen Qing, who was still grieving.
"Keep your voice down!" Lingzhi nudged Mu Sheng with her elbow. Although Hua Wenqing and Xianzi were usually regarded as master and disciple, who didn't know that they were close relatives of flesh and blood.
The fall of Fairy Hua not only means that Wenqing has lost her mother, but the heavy responsibility of the Wintersweet Fairy will also fall on her in advance. The two of them just looked at Wen Qing quietly.
"How long have you two been here and you still haven't made a sound?" Wen Qing's trembling voice revealed the fatigue of the past few days.
The two people hurriedly came forward and sat next to Wen Qing: "Wen Qing, senior sister knows that you feel uncomfortable, but you have to take care of yourself. I will go to the kitchen to make you a bowl of soup."
"Yes, Senior Sister Qingqing, I haven't seen you say a word in the past few days, but Senior Sister Lingzhi and I are very anxious." The two of them spoke as if they were reunited with Hua Wenqing after a long separation.
"It's okay. Since I want to inherit the mantle of Winter Plum Fairy, I can't be so pretentious. If one day I can take charge of my own business, Master will definitely be happy." Wen Qing's voice was still gentle and trembling, but his tone was more determined.
It can only be said that she is worthy of being the daughter of Fairy Hua. If it were Yun Musheng who had mastered martial arts, she would only want to travel around in the rivers and lakes, idle in the clouds and wild cranes, and find a secluded place to spend time with Sanwu in her old age. Brothers and loved ones cook tea and laugh every day, enjoying their old age in peace.
Of course, how could Yun Musheng, who had never suffered, understand what Hua Wenqing was carrying? Seeing that Hua Wenqing's mood finally improved, he began to chat with him casually.
And Hua Wenqing has gradually begun to have goals in his heart.
This Wintersweet Fairy can be regarded as the most special role in Huayun. On weekdays, she is no different from an ordinary deacon, obeying the direct orders of the head.
But if one day the leader takes the evil path, Fairy Wintersweet can use Jiang Xuejian to rectify him on the spot and maintain the authentic sect style.
At this moment, Hua Wenqing is ready to take on this responsibility. There is really a hint of the temperament of Fairy Hua in his eyebrows.
20 years ago, Hua made great strides in the Sword Climbing Competition and developed a sword that was soft and cold. Even opponents who were several times stronger than her could not withstand the extreme cold.
There is only one person who can resolve this technique, and that is the top martial artist in the Sword Climbing Conference: Shangguan Tuo.
The scholar had a fair face, but with his unique and sharp swordsmanship, he was able to easily neutralize Han Che's inner strength. Fahrenheit fell in love with this man at first sight, and gave birth to a daughter with him the following year, named Wenqing.
Huayun is flat, the cicadas are chirping and the ice is frozen. The bright sun is shining and the snow is warm, and the jade dew is swaying. The rivers are snowy like winter all year round, and the mountains and mountains are lofty with broken clouds. The heavy snow covered the mud, leaving only the white beauty of the young man exposed.
Suiyun Mountains·Huayun Sect Main Hall
Yun Zhezhi stood on the roof and looked into the distance with a sad face. Even the air at the top of Zuiyun Mountain, where snow fell all year round, was extremely cold, but today, he could smell a trace of blood in the distance.
"Is it coming after all, brother?" Yun Zhemei asked as if she had expected it.
Today's Huayun is still full of daylight and heavy snowfall. Everything is the same as usual. Perhaps at this moment, only the underage children Yun Musheng and Yun Lingzhi think so.
You must know that Huayun has become a famous sect in just a few decades, and the name of Huayun's Seven Swords is indispensable. When the seven swords are released, the frost is biting, the snow is freezing, and the gods and ghosts share it.
Just sixteen words, making people all over the world tremble with fear. Among them, Yun Zhezhi, Yun Zhemei, and Yun Qingya are the representatives of Kuai Xue Sword Technique, while the remaining four are specialized in Han Che Internal Kung Fu.
But this Han Che Internal Power is a double-edged sword. If the practitioner's body is not strong enough, or if he encounters something extremely sad, he will be counterattacked by Han Che Internal Power.
Three of them all died of backlash due to the passage of time and physical aging. The only one with a strong body, Fahrenheit, was heartbroken by the death of his admirer Shangguan Tuo. He also failed to escape the fate of Han Che's backlash a week ago.
At this time, Hua Yun's combat power was greatly reduced. Yun Zhezhi knew that it was only a matter of time before the sect was defeated and the remaining scrolls of the Seven Kills were snatched away. However, he did not expect that Hidden Sun Pavilion would move so quickly.
Perhaps the temperature was too cold, and even the flow of air seemed to be much slower. Huayun disciples seemed to be able to hear each other's breathing. There was dead silence around the main hall. Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, and a drop of sweat came from If your forehead rolls down, it's definitely not because of the heat.
A sudden wolf howl resounded throughout the Broken Cloud Mountains, and the roar was endless, as if it was about to tear people into pieces.
An unknown black mist covered the red sun in the sky. It was still late, but it was like night had fallen between the sky and the earth. The scorching sunlight just now was not able to penetrate at all, and the surroundings became pitch black.
"Dark clouds cover the whole sun, and wolves howl. The visitor is actually Han Xie, one of the three ghosts in the Pavilion that conceals the sun!"
Yun Zhemei couldn't help but her voice began to tremble a little, and Yun Zhezhi held her sister's hand tightly.
"Don't be afraid..." Before he could finish his words, seven or eight killers in black flew up from all around with iron chains. In an instant, several iron chains were quickly staggered and tightened.
"Quick Snow Style 2: Thousand Mountain Path!" The moment the iron chain tightened, the two of them jumped into the air. The sharp sword light was cold and contained murderous intent. It was clean and neat. The sword sealed the throat, and the seven or eight black-clothed killers fell instantly.
"Hi~, you are worthy of being the leader of Huayun, your skills are extraordinary."
I saw that Han Xie and the wolves had already rushed in from the main entrance, and killers were flying in from both sides. Hua Yun's disciples and Han Xie's men had already started an all-out war. The snowflakes flying in the sky were being stirred up by the shadows of swords and swords, and each drop hit the ground. It was hard to tell whether the thing on his face was snow or blood.
Suiyun Mountains·Huayun Sect Wintersweet Fairy Courtyard
"Hua Yun is in trouble, I, Yun Lingzhi, will not let anyone down and will protect him with my life!" After saying this, Lingzhi held his sword and was about to draw out, when suddenly a black shadow flashed past the window of the Fairy Hall.
"Is it possible that the enemy has infiltrated here?" Wen Qing's eyes swept away the sadness just now and became sharp.
After saying that, the three of them chased out, crossed the suspension bridge from Fairy Hall, jumped over the roof of the dojo, and came to Hanquan Waterfall.
Although these three people are just underage juniors, among the younger generation of Huayun, they are also the best in Qinggong, especially Hua Wenqing. He can already step on the bricks and tiles of Huayun's roof without leaving any trace.
But the mysterious man in front of them could not catch up, but he kept appearing in the three people's field of vision, and even deliberately let go, for fear that the three of them would be thrown away.
"He just entered from here." Wen Qing led the other two people to the dungeon. "Just why he's here."
"Maybe there is someone he wants to rescue in this Huayun dungeon. No matter what, he will never come back!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lingzhi rushed in, followed closely by Mu Sheng and Wen Qing. Boom! There was only a loud sound of bronze colliding with stone slabs, and the iron door at the entrance of the dungeon was firmly closed.
"Damn it, I fell into a trap!"
Yun Musheng felt something was wrong just now. The man in black looked familiar for some reason, not because of his size, but because of his habit of light kung fu, but he couldn't tell who he looked like. In short, the three young people would be I can't leave this Huayun prison.
"It's not time for you two to die yet." The man in black looked back at the dungeon and whispered, his voice rich and magnetic, and then he disappeared like a ghost.
Rooftop behind the main hall of Huayun Sect in Suiyun Mountains
"Hiss~"
As Han Xie kept roaring, green wolves kept intervening in the battle between him and the Yun brothers and sisters.
Yun Zhizhi found Han Xie's flaw, and a shooting star pierced through it like a ray of cold light. Han Xie jumped into the air with his feet and spun around, and actually dodged. The movement was even worse than that of a wolf, swinging his feet. With a sweep of his tail, he kicked Yun Zhimei behind him off the railing.
Four or five black wolves below bared their teeth and rushed towards Zhemei at the same time. Yun Zhemei held her sword in her hand, stepped on the head of a black wolf and quickly leaned back. The sword energy drew an Emei moon in the air, and three All four black wolves died.
However, the constant influx of wolves and killers also prevented Zhemei from returning to her brother for a while. At this moment, Yun Zhezhi and Han Xie were one-on-one, facing the wolf's claws with a provocative edge on the sword. A battle was about to come. The bloody battle began.
