Chapter 64

But a more open place, where the speed of snow is fast, just like a flying snow spirit. The most important thing is that speed brings extraordinary strength to snowflakes. Snowflakes in all directions rush like blades.

Dusk night too late to dodge, a snowflake will scratch her arm, but here the wound healing speed is also very fast. Caught off guard, there are a lot of red marks on the body of dusk evening, until a snowflake stabs from the face of dusk evening, dusk evening gas is not enough.

Do you know if you don't hit people in the face! She is very angry. It's to break her face! How can I! I'm not Qin if I can't kill you! At this time of twilight, there is no sense at all, but it is useless. There is a saying: the world's martial arts can only be broken quickly.

At dusk, I can't help it. I can only wave my sword and hide when I can. If someone sees me at this time, I will be amazed at the scene in front of me. A woman with white clothes and white hair has red marks on her body, waving her sword in the snow. Her body is extremely tall and straight, and her appearance is extremely beautiful.

It seems that there are only red and white colors between heaven and earth, and the only different color is women's brilliant blue eyes. But dusk night at this time in the heart has been in the wind swearing, because she felt the face has been snow thorn pain.

She's going to cry. It's over! It's really going to break up! At dusk, I didn't take the mirror, didn't see my face, and didn't do anything, not only on my face, but also on my body. The snow here is the purest thing in the world.

Not only will it not harm people, but it is a holy product for healing. The recovery here is very fast. At this time, her face is more pure and delicate than before. But dusk night don't know, single-minded and snowflake fight, she also don't know how long.

But here she didn't feel exhausted. Instead, she was full of spirit. From the beginning of no Parry force to can barely avoid the attack, to the last can feel every snowflake vibration when the air changes, accurately predict the direction.

Perfect to avoid the attack of snowflakes, I don't know how long it took her. She doesn't care very much, because she is full of resentment for this place now. She just wants to go out of this place and see what's wrong with her face!

Finally, dusk has been able to defy the attack of snow.

Even in the ice and snow, the speed can be superior to others. The scenery around changes again. At dusk, he laughs. It's not over. When will it be the end! Will be able to avoid the rapid snowflakes, this instant is a very sharp ice sword, unmanned but Sha is powerful.

Before dusk night, I thought my sword technique was pretty good, but the fierce moves and tricky techniques of this sword were more than one level higher than before. But I can't watch the sword coming straight at me. I'm ready to face the sword move, but the sword is changed again.

However, what makes Mu Xi happy is that this sword only stabs his body, not his face. If he rushes straight to his face, Mu Xi will definitely cry on the spot. I don't know whether the injury on his face is good or not. Don't play again! Gradually evening found the law of the sword.

When Kankan can do several moves, it changes another rule. What she tried before is useless. She starts over again. After a long time, she concentrates on the sword style. She thinks that if this sword has a master, it must be the most powerful master in the world. Only those who are proud of heaven can control it.

However, the sword itself is a peerless master. It must not be driven by others. You guessed it right. The sword is made of ice for thousands of years. If someone more powerful than it wants to recognize the Lord, it will melt into water and burn all the jade. It has the characteristics of water tolerance, so it can accommodate thousands of sword styles, but it also has boundless pride.

Dusk night more practice more excited, already can not take care of the face and body injury. As time went by, Dushi felt that the sword had changed thousands of ways, and she also appreciated thousands of sword styles. Each move has its own meaning, either overbearing, or simple, or fierce.

Under such endless changes, she feels that her mind is very active. In order to cope with the changing moves, she has created many unique moves herself, which can only be regarded as some inspiration. After all, she has no time to deliberate on the sword score. Just dealing with these moves is enough for her.

The picture of a person holding a sword fighting with a crystal clear sword is very strange. However, dusk is addicted to the meaning of the sword, as if the world is only this sword, Xuanyuan sword, eternal desolation. She was not tired of dealing with it, but appreciated the artistic conception of the sword.

This sword is an extremely real and powerful existence, a living existence with flesh and blood. As if she had been instructed by an expert, her swordsmanship grew very fast, and her potential was stimulated by her concentrated strong suppression. Regardless of the physical pain, regardless of the physical overdraft, playing is very hearty.

What Muxi doesn't know is that this sword has never been so helpless. It uses all the sword style. It has seen many people, but they are boring and rigid. Muxi's mind reacts quickly and can draw inferences from one instance, so its moves are cracked quickly.

I had to do something else. Finally, I was forced to use all the sword techniques. This sword was tired, but I was very happy. It had a sense of satisfaction. At dusk, I heard a "choking" sound, and the sword went straight into the ice without moving.

Dusk night is finally rest down, but she went straight to the sword side, pick eyebrow asked: "don't practice?"? But I can stick to it. " Dusk Xi had already regarded the sword as a human being, and she felt that she could understand it.

If the sword can speak, it will say: insist?! That's because this is a special place for cultivation. There's no need to eat and rest. OK! At dusk, seeing that the sword didn't move, he asked, "are you tired?" Jian: I didn't do it, OK! You can teach me some skills!

Dusk stood for a while, then bowed respectfully to the sword, and solemnly said thanks. The sword swayed slightly in the ice, and made a sound of sword chanting, which seemed to be very happy. Dusk can't help laughing. This sword is very interesting.

The next place was an ice room, where a wooden box was placed. It seemed to be a very common style, but it was formed naturally without any carving. At dusk, I didn't know what kind of wood it was made of. I just thought it tasted elegant and meaningful, so I unconsciously liked it and took it with me.

Gently open the box, found that there is a drop of water, suspended in the box, the palm of the hand so big, Yingying bright is very good-looking.