Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 157: The Snow Is Burning
On the stone window of the Wanyan Pagoda, there is a road of a road -it is pierced by the sword. Snow huā floats in from the broken window and falls on the blood of Master Yang Yang's blood, but the sword has disappeared without a trace.
Yu curtain felt that the sharp sword meaning in the air behind was coming back, frowned slightly, waved his hand into the high altitude, against the keen Apocalypse, and finally took a step forward.
At this time, she looked like a cute and ordinary girl. However, with this step, the breath suddenly changed, as if it became a thousand troops.
Her feet seemed not to step on the light snow on the street, but on the empty wilderness, falling as a mallet, so big as a drum, and the southern city shook with her footsteps!
The snow dissipated, and the curtain broke the wind and snow, but at a moment, just took a step forward, and came to the front door of Shimizu Simon at dozens of feet, a boxing door to the Lord's face door.
Her fist is very small, and she looks as cute as cotton huā sugar, but the expression of the Lord suddenly becomes very serious, and she is even more dignified than I saw the monster realm above the five realms.
Because at this time, the curtain was no longer just the third sister of the academy, and the identity of the contemporary Magic sect was replied. Her fist represented the fundamental of the Magic Sect, that is, the power.
As the most talented Magic Sect in the past millennium, the remaining curtain in this state is undoubtedly qualified to be called a generation of masters, and it is qualified to challenge the strong of any realm.
The view of the Lord is very clear that the small fist that breaks the snow looks so harmless, and even a bit weak, but if this fist is implemented, you can knock down a mountain.
There is no wind in the palm, and the soft snow is like a thin snow.
The Lord stretched out his right palm and blocked Yu Curtain's fist.
He was not knocked down by this small and horrible fist, because he was not Aoyama, not a river. He was the ocean of Naibachuan. He was the air that filled the sky.
Looking at the palms in front of the fist, and looking at the view of the Lord at hand, Yu Cui's immature face did not have a trace of emotions.
With a snap, the light snow covered on the long street was shocked to bounce, and the hard bluestone was on the face, and countless cracks appeared, just like a cobweb.
Yu Curtain fell on the right foot behind, and stepped on the center of the cobweb, which gathered for 23 years of power, as if endless endless, and poured out of the long street from the petite body.
The black ponytail was scattered, and she danced behind her, just like a whip, the miserable snow huā pumped, and the vitality was engraved on the wall like a sharp blade.
She did not use the demon realm, did not create a small world, did not use any mysterious method, but just smashed the simplest and most reliable means of herself.
That is the power, the most extreme power, the most absolute power.
On the snow street, only the power is whistling. At this moment, even the vitality of the natural body that was born of nature was shocked by the power emitted by this petite body to escape from the distance.
In this case, even if she withdrew the small world composed of the cicada wing, the Lord still had no way to enter without distance. She could only face her fist and resist her strength.
She is the master of contemporary Magic Sect. She seems to be weak. In fact, she has the most powerful power in the world. She believes that even if the Lord faces her power, she can only escape.
Because it looks like the ocean, it is not a real ocean.
What can you do when you can't escape?
Above the snow street, the absolute and pure power whistled, the watched the Lord's road was cut instantly, and the long hair was dancing in the blue road, and it looked a little embarrassed.
Yu Mu looked at him and wanted to know this answer.
She can know this answer immediately.
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Nympho
Filant fell in front of the eyes of the Lord, and his eyes had no disturbance.
Immediately after, there was a snowy huā drifting in front of his eyes, passing the eyelashes, and crossing the black eyes.
The pure white snow huā seems to enter the black pupil.
The color of black eyes and pupils gradually fade.
In other words, the snow huā in the eyes began to deepen.
That's gray.
Guanzhu's eyes became gray.
The deep well that is not afraid of the wind and rain has become the bone of the end of the dead well.
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The eyes of the Lord gradually become gray.
Yu Curtain feels that the power is lost like wind, and the face becomes whitening slightly.
At this moment, she thought of a certain rumor, her eyes were cold, and she had an indescribable anger.
She is not ready to collect boxing.
After she entered the academy, Master only taught her a homework, and that was writing.
Writing is a self -containing world, also clear -hearted, and is cautious. Because the master knows that she likes anger, especially after becoming a girl. So in the past 23 years, she has not moved.
But she was angry at this time.
She has always hates these miscellaneous shattered in Daomen.
The Lord is undoubtedly the most miscellaneous and fragmented in Daomen -when this miscellaneous Mingzong exercises are used to deal with her master of the Ming Dynasty, her anger is extremely point.
Guanzhu looked at her eyes quietly.
His eyes were so gray, so calm, and dead silence.
The snow flying on the street seemed to lose the support of the airflow, and it fell into a face.
It's like being torn off the cold cicada.
If the situation goes on like this, or the Lord wins with gray eyes, or the curtain will kill the Lord before the power disappears.
The probability of the latter is only about 20 %.
However, Yu curtain was suppressed by the teacher for twenty -three years. Once it was burned, he could be alarmed.
So she wants to bet on these 20 %.
What's more is, she is very clear that she is free and randomly, and she can have these 20 % opportunities to use it for 23 years. Once she misses, she does not know if she can have such opportunities.
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There is a person who is unwilling to give Yu Curtain a chance to bet on these 20 %.
Because he is a master, if he is really at a time when he is in a desperate situation, he has to bet on his life. He believes that he should also bet on himself, and he cannot let his sister do this.
The wind and snow fluttered, and the old cotton jacket appeared in front of the curtain.
It also appeared in front of the Guanzhu's gray eyes.
The blood on the old cotton jacket is still clean.
It's like this scholar wearing a cotton jacket, walking thousands of mountains and rivers, full of dust, still clean.
It is clean and clean, and without applying the color, you can not be dyed or grabbed.
The old cotton jacket floats lightly in the wind, and the brother's breath is quiet, without a trace of overflowing.
He raised the wooden stick in his hand.
Guanzhu took a step back.
Brother picked up the wooden stick and knocked down the streets covered with light snow.
Each stick is a wooden grid.
He is the first apostle, and he knows the shocking array, far above the world.
Between knocking, he borrowed the breath in Chang'an City.
Several sticks are a thick city wall that has gone through thousands of years, appearing on Snow Street.
The Observation Lord is on the end of the city wall.
He and Yu curtain on the city wall.
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The Lord reached out to the snow in the snow, holding the sword flying back from the Wanyan Pagoda.
Then he raised his sword to pierce the wall in front of him.
His sword is like the fist of the previous Yu Curtain.
Pure, powerful.
There is no strength, only Tao.
Dao Jian was holding a kendo for his life.
The city wall broke away.
A clear sword marks appeared on the wooden stick.
Jianfeng rolled like snow and snow, drilling the wooden stick, and stabbed into the left shoulder of the master.
Jianfeng entered the cotton jacket three points, and the blood began to appear.
Yu curtain reached out and grabbed the old brother's waist, just like catching cats.
Her strength is extremely great, so the speed is extremely fast.
Jianfeng gradually before.
But it gradually pulled out of the cotton jacket.
Because her hand is faster than the Sword of the Lord.
Master's straw shoes slide in the snow.
He raised his stick and beat again.
Watch the Lord's expression calm, raise your sword and stab.
Yu Cui's clear scream, the eaves snowpacker fell.
In the petite body, the sound of the burst out like the thunder of the sky.
She retracted all the power, then concentrated on her right fist, and bombed forward.
The sky is snowing, like a cicada wing, it always covers the gap of shocking array, reflects the sun, exuding golden luster, just like countless gold leaf.
At this time, Yu Curtain recovered the breath, and her world naturally collapsed.
The golden snow huā above Chang'an City was burned violently, and the beautiful heart is.
Snow is burning.
Xue was finally burned, and a crack appeared.
The majestic power from the sky finally fell on the snow street.
A brightness, infinite light, cover all.
Three breaths, with their own invincible power, or the magnificent sky, collide together.
The wind and snow screaming, the walls were crowded, and the houses along the street were shocked into the ruins.
The wind and snow are getting quiet, the elder brother and Yu curtain have retreated to the North Street.
Brother is all blood, especially the sword creation of the shoulders, which looks particularly terrifying.
Yu Cui's body was not injured, but his face was a little pale.
Suddenly, the rain fell down.
The clothes of the two were wet.
It was winter, and snow last night.
Today in Chang'an City, there was a rain.
This rain is weird.
It's more than time, but the rain is also weird.
No recipe for this rain.
Chang'an City is still Jingxue before.
Only the southern section of Suzaku Avenue was gradually wet.
Because this rain is not from the cloud, but from the air.
Those snow -integrated snow turned into water and wet the long street.
Yu Mu looked at the street on the street and felt that the winter rain was a bit cold.
The smoke and dust of the collapse of the house along the street gradually suppressed by rain.
The figure of the Lord appeared again.
He threw the hilt in his hand into the snow pile beside the street.
At that moment, his Dao Jian was broken by his brother's wooden stick.
But in addition, he was not injured.
The green shirt is wet, but unfortunately it is not blood.
The Lord walks on the light snow.
Walk in the wind and rain.
He stepped out of a footprint on the snow every step.
From the rain falling from the sky, a sea of oceans accumulated in that footprint.
The small ocean was very calm, reflecting the picture of the sky like a mirror.
Above the city of Chang'an, the line of snow is still burning.
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(Today is the birthday of the younger year and leadership.
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