Chapter 1362

But Hua Sheng was in a bad mood because he was injured and his face was cut by a dying man.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Said the flower saint.

"Yes, I'm stabbing you with my sword. Hehe, I'm a medical saint. If people know that someone is standing here and asking me to cut, but I can't break the other person's skin, I will lose face." Yehaoxuan smiled. He smiled weakly.

He is one of those people who don't like to suffer losses. As long as he has one breath, he will never let the other side feel better. Even if he dies, he will peel off the other side's skin.

It's a pity that yehaoxuan doesn't have a chance to peel off the skin of the other party. Because the other party is Hua Sheng, he feels that he has broken his face, which is an unexpected joy. He supported the ground with his sword, smiled and said, "I recommend you use my jade red Shengji powder. Your face will soon recover. Ha ha, it is said that the sword saint was a romantic figure when he was young. It is bad to eat by his face. If you scrape it."

Yehaoxuan's words made the people present not feel inspired by the freedom Lord. They looked at yehaoxuan in surprise, and at the same time, an idea came into their hearts. Meng, the goods are so fierce that he dared to expose the background of the flower saint?

When Hua Sheng was young, he was a opera singer, because his youth was a turbulent time. Hua Sheng had to rely on his good face to attach to some beloved aunts. It's not too much to say that he ate by his face.

It was not until Hua Sheng met an expert and he learned something that he gradually got rid of the life of eating on his face, but it was a shame in his life.

Until he became famous, some people would disdain to say: "hum, what flower saint is just a actor who eats by his face?"

This is the most taboo sentence of Huasheng. Someone once scolded him in front of him, but the guy's school was chosen by Huasheng. Since then, no one dares to say that Huasheng is a little white faced, and no one dares to say that he eats by his face.

Yehaoxuan... This is a trick.

But yehaoxuan felt that it didn't matter, because the goods would kill themselves sooner or later. You can't take advantage of him, so it's good to fight and take advantage of him.

The spirit of Hua Sheng's appearance is getting stronger and stronger. This is a murderous intention, which is unprecedented. He feels that he has been insulted today. A dying man cut his face and didn't say it. He also dares to say in his face that he is a soft eater and can't bear it. He is considering from which angle to kill ye haoxuan to make him more painful and make his death more miserable.

Hua Sheng raised his right hand slowly. He formed a sword finger, and then gently pointed to ye haoxuan.

This means a sudden change in the situation

The unprecedented murderous intention burst out from the flower saint. He stared at ye haoxuan and pointed to the right fingertip in front of him. A small vortex kept circling around his fingertip. The ice and snow on the ground and the cold in all directions kept converging to his fingertip.

A moment later, a small ice flower will be formed. The flower is divided into seven pieces. The transparent, crystal clear ice flower is just like a work of art carved by an artist, and the sharp edges of the ice flower send out a frightening killing intention.

The flower Saint pointed forward slightly with his right hand, and saw that the ice flower suddenly spread, and the petals of the ice flower fluttered slowly in the air, and then condensed into several ice flowers. These ice flowers whirled in the air, and then flew to yehaoxuan with a whew.

With a sword in his hand, yehaoxuan looked straight ahead. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes. The shadow of several ice flowers flashed in his pupils.

He knows the killing intention of these beautiful ice flowers. If he was in his heyday, he might be able to fight with his great Qi, but now he doesn't have a chance to fight, because the other party is a flower saint and a top presence in the Jianghu in China. His existence is not allowed to be questioned.

The moment is eternity. The speed of ice flower is very fast, but it actually looks very slow. It seems that it is in an instant, and it seems that it has experienced several centuries.

Puff... Two soft sounds accompanied by the surge of two blood flowers. Ye haoxuan's sad and joyless expression finally did not change. There was an ice flower on his thigh and knee. The cold of the ice flower quickly integrated into his body. His legs became very stiff. His body shook and he was about to kneel to the ground.

But he stumbled back a few steps and did not kneel down because he was a medical sage. Even if he died, he would die with dignity than others. Otherwise, the women would be sad.

In their eyes, he has always been an indomitable person, and he can't let them down.

With a sword in his hand, the chill on his legs had made him unable to feel the existence of his legs. His legs were covered with white frost, and his lower body had been frozen.

Hua Sheng was very angry. The consequences were very serious. He didn't expect that ye haoxuan, who had already lost half his life, could still bring such harm to himself. What's more, this guy's mouth was so poisonous that he dared to expose his own background. He dared to say that he ate by his face. He couldn't bear it. Absolutely can't bear it.

Originally, he wanted to give yehaoxuan a good time, but yehaoxuan's mouth was so poisonous that the poisonous flower Saint couldn't stand it, so he decided to give yehaoxuan some color to see, and he would pay the price for his vicious mouth.

"Very good. You are the first one who can stand in my ice flower without falling down." The flower Saint said coldly.

"I'm not the first, but I won't be the last." Yehaoxuan smiled. His smile was a little gloomy, which made those second-class Jianghu masters at the scene step back.

"When you are old, you will die one day, and your realm can only stop there. Therefore, you will not only fail to beat others, but also die in their hands." Yehaoxuan said.

The flower Saint flicked again, making a whew sound. An ice flower suddenly moved forward and flew to ye haoxuan in an instant. With a pop sound, the little ice flower turned into an ice cone and penetrated ye haoxuan's left chest.

Blood splashed everywhere. Yehaoxuan stepped back a few steps. His stiff legs made him fall to the ground with a bang, but he immediately put his sword to the ground, moved his unconscious legs, and then got up from the ground at once.

A cold gray color appeared on his chest, and a touch of frozen color spread around his left chest. The true Qi of Huasheng was extremely cold, which was enough to turn anyone into a popsicle.

Yehaoxuan looked down at his chest. He felt a cold breath almost freezing his blood on the spot. He looked up and said with a smile: "extremely cold Qi?"

"Not bad." The flower Saint said coldly.

"The saint of flowers is the saint of flowers. Even the level of killing people is so artistic. It's extremely cold. Hehe." Yehaoxuan smiled. A wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. This was his wound after continuous hard work. The extremely cold Qi of the flower saint can quickly freeze the blood of the human body. It is impossible to bleed.

Yehaoxuan felt that his body was getting colder and colder. He pointed to his chest, looked at Hua Sheng with a sneer and said, "do it, why don't you do it? Aim here, give it to me, and then I will be free. You can also go to work."

Poof... Another ice flower flew in, right in the middle of Ye haoxuan's left chest. Ye haoxuan was about to stagger, but this time he unexpectedly didn't fall down.

He gasped for a while and slowly recovered. He looked at Hua Sheng with a ferocious look and said coldly, "come on, go on, you worthless little white face who depends on women for soft food."

The murderer suddenly appeared between Hua Sheng's eyebrows. He stared at ye haoxuan coldly and shouted, "do you really want to die soon?"

"Yes, I want to die quickly, but as long as I have one breath, I, ye haoxuan, will never die with you." Yehaoxuan said with a grim smile that his words were murderous, which made all the people present feel a chill in their hearts.

"Yes, if you want to die, I will help you now." The flower Saint sneered, his right hand was stretched out, and an ice sword was solidified in his hand. He jumped forward slightly, and his breath suddenly changed.

The next second, he appeared in front of yehaoxuan. He sent his right hand forward. The ice sword touched yehaoxuan's throat. He held yehaoxuan's chin with the tip of his sword and said coldly, "maybe you can give me a soft coat. I can give you a good time."

"Hehe, I have always been the only one who uses this sentence to force others. No one can use this sentence to force me." Yehaoxuan sneered.

"Really?" Hua Sheng sneered, and with a stroke of his right hand, he stabbed forward. With a pop, the ice sword in his hand stabbed directly into yehaoxuan's chest.

His sword was almost the same as that of Ye haoxuan's lung. Ye haoxuan gave a stuffy hum, and a big mouth of blood gushed out of his mouth.

But he was still unyielding. He stared at Hua Sheng coldly. There was a trace of unyielding in his eyes. It was this trace of unyielding that made the sword Saint feel frightened.

"Are you afraid?" Yehaoxuan suddenly smiled.

Hua Sheng didn't say anything. He just stared at yehaoxuan coldly. To be honest, he was touched by yehaoxuan's madness. There was a little fear in his collection.

"Hehe, the flower saint is afraid." Yehaoxuan smiled. He laughed wildly. He suddenly shouted, "what are you afraid of? I am just a dying man. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will suddenly burst up and kill you, or are you afraid that if I die, the Chinese people will drown you with saliva?"

"I'm a medical sage. I'm honest and open. I'm an indomitable man. I despise Machiavellism. I use my medical skills to seek happiness for the people. However, you who are known as the top in the Jianghu in China want to be others' dog, but you want to kill me. Are you afraid of your conscience, or are you afraid of your future bad reputation?"

"Hahaha..."

"Are you really afraid of death?" The flower Saint said coldly.