The cold throust nodded slightly, the chin was slightly raised toward the square, and the signal could begin.

Founder did not hesitate, holding the sword hilt of the hand tightened tightly, immediately moved the wrist, the long sword flipped, the sword overflowed, cold light.

Whether it is a person or a sword, it is integrated with the snow of this world and the cold is strong.The front tip of the foot, holding the long sword, suddenly to the cold tucked.

As the square approached, the momentum also increased.When he arrived, the man and the sword were one, like a huge sword blade, pointing straight to the cold and enves.

As a spectator, Fang Yao can clearly feel that the square is not weak.Even, she was surprised by the progress of the square, before the lone old man as a teacher, Founder's kung fu is at best a little stronger than flower fist embroidery legs, and how long, whether it is momentum or style, there has been a certain chapter, stable and chaotic, strong and powerful.If it is divided into three or nine, the correct martial arts, at least it is middle and lower.At least the average person can’t beat him.

But even so, in the eyes of cold, the right kung fu, at best is the entrance.Seeing that this sword was near, the cold urin was not impatient, and still stood as stable as Tarzan's, and even the eyebrows did not move, as if the person who was rowing was not her, but someone else.

As the front of the square approached, when the tip of the sword was only half a finger away from her, the cold tip of the toe was a little, the body was suddenly raised, and jumped into the air.

The eyes were about to touch the tip of her nose, and people suddenly disappeared.It was as fast as a flash of lightning, too late to catch it.

Fang Zheng thought that a trick can win the cold, with the cold heart, his sword as long as it touches her clothes, it is to win.But where to know that things have such changes, almost just a blink of an eye, the situation suddenly turned sharply.

But also, even the master, how can it be easily lost under his sword?The sword in his hand was stabbed empty, and he was not panicked, looking up, only to see the sky, cold-hearted holding the sword, steadily stopping in the air, as flat as the ground.

The black robe corners are hunting and flying in the air, and the ink is moving in the wind, like the silk and satin of the spread of black and bright halo.

She was like an eagle, eyes staring at him, eyes audibly, but keen.In such a pair of cold eyes, Founder felt as if he were a prey who had been stared at for a long time, and could trample him underfoot at any time, only to see when she had this mood.

Even if you don't like to be despised, Fang Zheng still has to admit that such a cold secret has a bit of the position of the god of war.He was only the sword, but with nine percent of the inner strength, even if compared with the lonely old man, but also with him a little, in order to get rid of his attack.But the cold ware, even the posture of holding the sword did not move.

It can be seen that her martial arts are still far away from the lonely Mr.

That alone made him admire.

Perhaps it is not a shame to worship a woman as a teacher, and she is secretly thinking.

“Little right, come on.”Mo Xuan watched the battle, more anxious than himself in the battle.Cold octuny said to be correct with the three ways, must want to see the merits of the square in these three tricks, which is the key to never deciding to accept the right side.Although he did not agree with the cold secret left, but also do not want to lose too ugly.

He was raising his sword again, staring at the cold.It seemed that a more powerful air field had burst, and suddenly he slammed under his feet and leaped into the air with his sword, straight to the cold.

As he moved, the snowflakes on the ground also danced.It was like the next snow explosion, they were raised and drifted.

For a moment, Fang Yao thought that this snowflake in the sky was caused by the spirit of the square sword, and he knew that it was because of cold urinary.

She did not move, and still stood like an angel in the air.But she seemed to move again, at least the breath had changed.If she is not compared to the row before the normal state is a piece of ice, touch the cold.At this moment, she is a giant ice sculpture, and the cold is incomparable.

She did not need to draw the sword at all, she herself was a sharp, cold and earth-shaking sword.

Her knowledge, not to mention the twilight.But if the square is her enemy, she will kill the square, really like stepping on an ant, without effort.

No wonder she didn’t draw her sword.

She didn’t deserve to draw her sword.

I don't know where Mo left to recruit such a top master, can work for him!

The snowflakes moved from the leisurely air to the moment of dancing like a wind.Like a snowflake tornado, the cold urin quickly wraps in it at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If it wasn't for the cold throbbing was a black sweater, and the color of this snow was clearly two extremes, and she would have not been seen in her now.

So, the silent snowflakes on the ground are still rising a little bit, more and more, more and more thick, with cold and secretive gathering.It was as if she were a magnet, and everything in the world that the eyes of the world would see around her.

"I've seen so many years of snow, only this one, the most magnificent."Fang Yao lamented.

It was also the first time I felt deeply that there was a heaven outside, someone outside.

Before the cold urinary, she thought that the highest martial arts, when it was Mo-Sleak.I didn’t know there was such a thing as cold rinsing.

“Sister Yao, there may be more spectacular!”Mo Xuan has long had a certain understanding of the body of cold verit, this is just the beginning, the back must be more exciting.

But even if you are ready for it, Mo Xuan is still amazed at the scene in front of him.

This cold occult, the last time in the snow danced the sword, the scene at that time let him be shocked, did not expect this is only a few days, the strength is more than doubled.

Oh my god, it's a pervert!

“Is it?”Fang Yao was more anxious, but also vaguely worried about the square.Cold tract so strong, he has no room to play, at this moment can still fight with it, but the cold octology looks on the face of ink, did not beat him down early.

So, can an unsurprising square get into the cold-hearted eye?

"The so-called strong is strong, maybe the square will stay for a while will make you look at eye."He was aware of Fang Yao’s concern, and Mo left the comfort path.

He is more optimistic about the square, after all, the cold occult is the master of the name on the river and the lake, how to lose, are reasonable, there is nothing to worry about.

The so-called win-win is important.The process is also very important, as long as the party is dealing with the cold, the move can be flexible and flexible, as well as the adjustment of the mentality, are enough to prove the correct place.

Just like just now, obviously the first sword fell short, he was not in a hurry, but set the heart, from the attack to the side attack, and not because the cold ocvet is the world's master, it is timid, or even the strike, but think of the way, looking for opportunities to reverse the situation.

In his opinion, at least this persistence and calmness is commendable.

The two spoke, and the snowflakes in the air gathered together into a huge snowball, not only buried the cold, but also the square figure could not be seen.

And around the snowball, the snowflakes are still flying, and the snowball is still rising.Fang Yao could not see the cold-ocidal trick, and he did not know what the situation was now.Can't help but be a little anxious, they all say that the sword has no eyes, they are afraid that Fang is getting hurt or something, not only she will be distressed, but it is not good to go back to Li Yuelan.

"Don't worry, the cold is fine."Mo grabbed her hand and wrapped her in the palm of her hand.He had deliberately confessed before, not to hurt each other, and the cold did not dare to listen.

I don't know if the words of ink are effective, or Fang Yao himself figured it out, and finally there is no way so nervous.

At this time, Mo Xuan suddenly shouted: "Sister Yao Er, look."