Snow drink.

That was the rumor that the Luo Xue Wuhen was in the guise, and one sword was enough to cut off the world.

And now it has finally appeared again. It was an extremely long strange sword, and its blade body was like a transparent piece of black ice.

Cold, solemn.

But there was an inexplicable vague softness flashing across the blade, and Zhou Qingyun held the handle of the knife tightly, stepped on her feet, and lotus grew step by step.

The rain curtain cut off from her blade instantly turned into a short snow, as if countless ethereal white cherry slowly descended in front of her.

Zhou Qingyun's jade hairpin cracked on her head, and the purple ink hair that was coiled up naturally fell on her shoulders, which made her so beautiful that she was astonishingly beautiful.

Under the fusion of the torrential rain curtain and the fine snow, it looks like a gorgeous painting, and the people in the painting sink into the ink and wash.

The "dreams that are destined to be unfulfilled" that Zhou Qingyun said in person should include the scene before her holding the knife again and stepping on the snow, so her eyes were clear and there was no trace of sadness or bitterness on her face.

She was like a fairy who fell into the mortal world in a frustration, but now she was finally going to cut off the world and fall back into the world because she was destined to leave and never return.

Zhou Qingyun's mouth was outlined with a faint smile. How many years have you not drunk the snow rain in the world?

Of course, Zhou Qingyun knew how disordered and weak the breath in her body was so chaotic that she could only use one knife. After one knife, the oil was gone.

But the snow drink in her hand still cut out a faint sound of breaking through the air, and Zhou Qingyun's steps were not slow.

One sword to cut off the killing and cross the tribulation realm was something she might not have been able to do when she was in her prime, but now, she must bet on this sword.

Lin Buxuan was right. The more he suppressed the feelings in his heart, the more he would be more intense and profound than anyone else.

The most ruthless knife in the world in the past finally fell in love.

Zhou Qingyun has never been in love, and she doesn't know how to express her feelings. She can only swing the knife, and her previous life is soaked in swinging the knife.

It was too late for her to meet Lin Buxuan.

At the moment, the desperate situation in Chang'an Imperial City is like this, and Zhou Qingyun is actually quite happy, feeling that "I can finally tell you with my knife that I am pleased with you."

Her thoughts settled, as if she was afraid of seeing Lin Buxuan's expression, her eyes closed, and her sword was extremely excited. In just one breath, countless fragments of her mood were intertwined.

Finally, all the thoughts in her heart were gone, leaving only the three words "No Regret" left in the whole article.

Zhou Qingyun's steps were settled, and it would be a knife that cut off the sky. At this moment, her wrist warmed up and someone stopped her knife.

Zhou Qingyun opened her eyes in shock. This hand was too familiar. It was Lin Buxuan's hand.

Zhou Qingyun dared not say that no one could stop her sword skills, but at least the two people at the end of the imperial road could not stop her.

"Sister, I'll do it."

Lin Buxuan's hand was still warm and powerful. Zhou Qingyun's snow drink was stagnant and immediately flew out, slashing over the ancient trees on the long street, and finally fell down, smoke and dust rose.

"You...why..."

Zhou Qingyun was about to ask questions, but her throat became sweet, and the backlash of her skills caused the blood to surge. She let out a muffled groan and then sprayed out a blood mist. Her legs were soft and she could barely stand up.

The surprise in Zhou Qingyun's eyes could not be hidden at all, but after a moment, her eyes returned to calmness, "It's not a fool...it's good."

The corners of her mouth curled, and she squeezed out a beautiful smile.

Lin Buxuan's smile that was all true to each other froze slightly.

He suddenly felt that he could use all the points on his body and the price of the system silence in the next month for the next three moves to be worth it.

Lin Buxuan turned his head and raised Zhulu. From the time he got the knife to the time he drew his sword, it only took two breaths, and the abbot was already facing him with a stick.

With a "choke--" sound, Zhulu in Lin Buxuan's hand had blocked the tin staff in the abbot's hand, and the white iron rings on the head of the pagoda-shaped staff made a crisp sound.

"At Xiajiuting Temple, Old Taoist Baishan, I dare to ask which fellow Taoist is?!"

The abbot Baishan's expression condensed. The tin staff in his hand had just touched the ground and made a crisp sound, while his words were already stable, even with a bit of compliment.

"I am a monk who has been invested in the negotiations. Now the situation is over. Don't let me suffer the loss of both my monk..."

"roll!"

Lin Buxuan frowned and flew up and immediately slapped it down. Zhulu, who had joined the sword, was a well-deserved heavy sword. Such a sword could bring back the sea water.

"The woman who almost hurt me still wants to exonerate her? You are so brave!"

Zhou Qingyun leaned against the wall with her sword sheath. She gently pursed her lips and lowered her head without saying anything, while her ear beads were red and hot.

The sword fell on the top of the tower of the soldier's tin staff. The Taoist Baishan couldn't take action. The red and yellow cassock broke out. A blood mark pierced into the eyes. A few drops of blood fell into the rain and melted immediately.

"Damn, you dare?!"

Taoist Baishan shouted angrily and jumped up in the sky, causing the rain in the sky to interweave. The heavy rain brought the tide back. The tin staff in his hand emitted dazzling Buddha light, which shone with more than a dozen rosary beads hanging around his neck.

Lin Buxuan's hand had just fallen, and the most complete and purest style was Feng Laiyi falling.

The sunset is like blood, and the clouds condense into a red bird, just like the Vermillion Bird in Luzhou that day returns to the wonder.

The red clouds fell, and the shadow of the Vermilion Bird in the sky actually made a loud cry. Zhao Hongyi, the lord of the distant tower, raised her head.

The sword wind that Lin Buxuan threw out condensed into a thin line. The skylight crossed the imperial road and directly met the staff that Taoist Baishan was as powerful as a bamboo shoot. With a "snap" sound, it was like a brocade tearing apart.

The top of the pagoda on the tin staff in the hand of the Taoist Baishan was cut off in half and fell to the ground. More than a dozen white iron rings were broken into a scattered powder.

Zhulu in Lin Buxuan's hand fell heavily to the ground, and he stood with his hands behind his back, and his body was filled with a very strong sword fairy aura. Zhou Qingyun felt a little fucking in her heart.

How could she know that Lin Buxuan had failed to get into Qi training after three moves? She could no longer raise the position of Zhulu?

Fortunately, the Taoist Baishan was depressed and had no desire to fight. His monk's shoes were messy and he slid in the snow and rain, just as he ran into Pei Rushi and the hundred-foot-green dragon.

Pei Rushi looked at Lin Buxuan and said frankly:

"The demon cultivator has receded, and the situation in Dali has changed now. Why do you want to save Zhou Qingyun? Didn't you agree to make a show?!"

Then Pei Rushi raised his eyes and turned to Taoist Baishan. She sneered: "Old Taoist Baishan, I can only blame you for taking the wrong path. I believe the person you shouldn't believe."

The sword in Pei Rushi's hand pierced the continuous light of the sky again, and the heavy rain had stopped.

——

Pei Rushi's words fell into Zhou Qingyun's ears and exploded in her heart.

She grabbed Lin Buxuan's trunk, her tone was weak, as if she begged:

"Buxuan... accompany me on the last trip back to the palace... OK?"

Lin Buxuan was a card designed by Pei Rushi to insert into the palace. Zhou Qingyun was deceived voluntarily. Now, after hearing Pei Rushi's words, she suddenly was afraid that Lin Buxuan would act from beginning to end?

As a result, the latter didn't say anything, and helped Zhou Qingyun, who was surging in her body, and walked slowly. Now she was so fragile that she could not even compete with a physical training realm.

The fire in Chang'an City was not extinguished, and two people walked towards the palace, following each other.

The setting sun is like blood.

Zhou Qingyun leaned her head softly on Lin Buxuan's shoulder, allowing him to gently wrap around his waist, and put his steps very slowly.

"Will I die? If Pei Rushi wants to kill me, then the person I hope to take action is..."

Zhou Qingyun's lips were dumb and her voice was subtle.

She looked at the road that stretched into the palace under her feet. The day when she killed Shura was so long, she clearly had run with him under the umbrella for a long time, but now... the road has become so short, so short that it is amazing.

"Won't."

Lin Buxuan shook his head, "I said, I have been there all the time. If Pei Rushi wants to kill his sister, I will escape from the world with my sister."

Zhou Qingyun's eyes lit up, and her heart pounded violently, and she grabbed Lin Buxuan's hand.

"Why would my sister be willing to die?"

Lin Buxuan began to ask back.

"I...I like you."

Zhou Qingyun lowered her head, her expression on her face was not clear, but Lin Buxuan suddenly felt sweaty when she was holding the soft boneless hand in her hand.

"Emperor... The emperor can make a fortune by practicing Qi skills to perfection. When my sister saw you in Hanshan, she thought you were so interesting. She actually dared to go out of the palace. My sister secretly digs it. You and I have a fate, and it is a very deep fate..."

"Now, indeed... it's realized, Lin Buxuan...I..."

Zhou Qingyun raised her head again, bumped into Lin Buxuan's eyes, and immediately dodged her eyes, muttering while tweeting her still wet hair.

Then Lin Buxuan's face suddenly approached.

Zhou Qingyun's breathing was slightly stagnant, and she subconsciously avoided her step. However, now her body was weak and her steps became weak, and she fell back into Lin Buxuan's arms, "You... Um..."

Lin Buxuan's lips instantly pressed against Zhou Qingyun's crystal clear lips. As the rain had just fallen, there was still a faint smell of rouge on Zhou Qingyun's lips.

Zhou Qingyun felt that everything from inside to outside was slimming, and her whole body was deprived of its strength in an instant.

And she subconsciously took a step back, and suddenly a large number of neat shouts sounded behind her:

"Welcome to the Queen Mother, the National Master to return to the palace!"

Zhou Qingyun suddenly woke up and hurriedly escaped from Lin Buxuan's gentle hometown. As a result, the tip of the tongues of the two happened to hit, and the former trembled all over and his face was flushed.

Zhou Qingyun was extremely ashamed and angry, and pinched Lin Buxuan's soft flesh on his waist and said angrily:

"You bully your sister! This is my sister's first...how can you..."

Lin Buxuan looked obedient and obedient, "Don't twist my sister, let's go back to Taiqing Palace soon..."
To be continued...