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ps: Read the exclusive story behind "Shenyu", listen to your more suggestions for the novel, follow Qidian Chinese website official account (add friends on WeChat - add official account - enter qdread), and tell me quietly! Under the snowy mountain, a young man wrote a letter of war with his sword and wrote it on the slope of the plain and blocked the footsteps of Wumen.

Ruomu, the famous disciple of the Qingmu Gate's inner sect among the Smoky Rain Sect, went to fight. Just as the battle began, it broke everyone's expectations.

The huge Qingfeng sword was sandwiched in Ruomu's hand, and his expression was as dull and calm as before.

This kind of dullness and calmness naturally also means self-confidence.

Anyone who is familiar with Ruomu knows the source of confidence of this burly boy, but this confidence seems to be completely shattered after Lin Fan abandons the sword. Lin Fan, whose left hand is ice and his right hand is fire, became extremely violent at this moment.

His fist fell on Shi Ruomu's burly body like raindrops, knocking out countless ice chips and sparks.

The starlight suddenly dimmed in this area. With people's screams, Ruomu could no longer hold the Qingfeng sword in his hand. The moment his hands were released, Lin Fan held the hilt of the Qingfeng sword in his right hand.

Then he held up the Qingfeng sword as if it was still!

While he was still, it seemed that the world of the film was still.

Only Ruomu, who was constantly regressing, was still moving.

Ruomu's steps backwards were staggering, and his burly body was covered with traces left by Lin Fan's fists, with black smoke coming out and frost freely.

The blue outfit also looked embarrassed because of this, and his face became even more ugly.

Driven by the Qingmu magic power in the Divine Condensation Realm, his face, which had no expression, seemed to have turned into a Qingmu.

It was not ugly like a piece of wood. What was ugly was that there were many cracks on his face. Some of these gaps were horizontal lines, some were vertical, rolled upside down, ferocious, dense, as if they were about to tear the entire face.

After ten steps, Ruomu supported the ground with one hand, and the severe pain in his body filled his mind.

At this moment, his eyes began to shine green, and a burst of vitality burst out from his body.

Qingmu's magical power is not good at attacking, but is good at recovery and long-lasting battles. Ruomu put away his mentality of underestimating the enemy and looked at Lin Fan, who held the Qingfeng sword high, extremely solemnly.

And everyone was naturally watching Lin Fan at this time, because he raised his sword for a long time, but he did not fall down for a long time.

In Ye Ningshuang's eyes, Lin Fan's back was very tall, and starlight gathered on the tip of the Qingfeng Sword, as if it was getting brighter and brighter.

The monk Zhenjian in the forest on the side said, "This sword is good, I don't know where to learn it."

Zhou Liuhuo, who was drinking a small wine, smiled and replied, "It's just not bad."

But the heads of the five sects looked increasingly heavy at this moment.

He Yuanzhi, the head of Qingmumen, felt the increasingly purer and more powerful power in Lin Fan. He actually began to worry about his eldest disciple Ruo Mu, so that the hemorrhoid next to his eyebrows came to his eyebrows with the movement of frowning.

The head of Lihuo Sect, Yu Daojie, had a dark face. He looked at the empty Fuxuemen winding mountain road, thinking about what the Fuxuemen's backhand was.

Mu Wanfeng whispered: "Interesting." But what's more interesting is naturally Li Kuangzhi, who was already noticed by her on the mountain road, who was like a stubborn stone.

Lu Qingyun was different from others. He was thinking about Lin Fan's dual magical powers. He was shocked to find that Lin Fan's dual magical powers were actually a bit unusual.

Chen Tianlei from Tianlei Sect subconsciously said: "Pull Liang Jingyu."

Ye Tianlong, who was eager to try, ignored it and looked at Lin Fan attentively. From time to time, he would naturally be kicked down.

Lin Fan's little face under the starlight was a little pale, but his lips did not tremble. Perhaps because he had experienced too many life and death in the snow, the tension naturally dissipated in his heart during the battle.

He was brewing the sword while he was still raising his sword for a long time. The sword force was brewing.

But he didn't deliberately, but after raising the sword, he felt that he should have been like this. His mind was blank.

He had no idea how long it had been. When he was careful, he fell down with his own sword, and landed on the grass in front of him without any speed, cutting out a few strands of green.

It was still calm and there was no change.

But Ruo Mu and the hundreds of five disciples behind him suddenly felt a dangerous aura coming to his face, and those with slightly lower cultivation actually turned pale in an instant.

Lin Fan still maintained his movements after slashing out the sword. He looked at Ruomu, whose green light was shining in his eyes, without any subsequent movements.

After three breaths, the strong wind between heaven and earth suddenly rose.

Lin Fan's sword movement finally emerged, and the entire plain was finally no longer quiet.

Starlight condenses into bright light and sweeps in a horizontal posture.

Ruomu's body was instantly shrouded in light, and countless green light burst out from her body.

This light projected into the starlight not only did not penetrate instantly, but repeatedly thickened the starlight. The increasingly thickened starlight completely wrapped around Ruomu's burly body.

He Yuanzhi was ready to take action when he saw this scene. If the disciple's life crisis was involved, even he could have noticed the stubborn stone in the mountain road.

But at this time Ruomu let out a wild roar.

Ruomu's roar resounded on the plain, and countless grass-like chips appeared on his body.

The starlight suddenly became extremely dim, but for a long time it turned into light and shattered. He landed on the plain and supported the ground with one hand. This time, his expression was not as ferocious as he was, but he was sweating like rain.

Then the plain fell into absolute silence.

No one understood why this scene happened. They were still waiting for Senior Brother Ruomu's first battle to win.

However, Lin Fan was also waiting for the first victory.

He raised the Qingfeng sword again. This time, no more stars gathered on the tip of the sword, but ice emerged.

But unlike last time, this time he made his sword very neatly.

A little cold light came out, and the Qingfeng sword fell to the ground and brought dust. The cold coldness dripped across the plain in a straight line. Wherever it passed, the ice suddenly covered it like an ice road.

People breathe subconsciously, and they only feel that the cold air enters the lungs and trembles.

Ruomu, who was the ultimate target of this sword, naturally felt stronger than theirs, and he found that his body was extremely stiff.

Han Mang soon came to him and sank into his chest with a quick speed that he could not react at all.

Then ice condensed under his feet, and frost quickly climbed over his legs and wrapped around him.

Ruomu used up all the power in his body and the ice crystals shattered.

But after it broke, the frost under the feet continued to spread, and the chill in my heart still remained unremoved.

The sound of a broken mirror sounded one after another, and at this moment it exploded hundreds of times.

But the disciples of the five sects did not see the scene they wanted to see.

Ruomu finally did not dispel all the cold in his body. His right arm and left leg were completely frozen, and the ice crystals on his forehead looked like half a mask.

The starlight shone on the ice crystals on his body, with light reflections, and the shiny ones were very beautiful.

But he lost.

Lose at this time, the ordinary boy who has risen to the Qingfeng Sword! (A good activity of falling pies from the sky, a cool mobile phone is waiting for you to get! Follow Qidian/Chinese website official account (add friends on WeChat - add official account - enter qdread), participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, now follow qdread WeChat official account now!) (To be continued)

ps: Thank you in advance, Nan Yin, the old man, the beloved blue, Qiu Feng’s finger, the Kingston Volcano, the speechless feeling (real) reward and encouragement, the smoke ring will continue to work hard.

Then let’s talk about deleting the book review. The book review is not aimed at you Jingxiao, but someone always mentions the national leader. It’s not very good to use this metaphor for Ye Cheng, and I don’t know if you will see it…………

Finally, I would like to ask everyone to give me some strength. Today, my heart almost broke into glass...
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