Chapter 205: The Snow Sword Saint

The girl felt very fresh when standing on the roof. When the monks went out, they often put Fei'er in a place that made him feel at ease, but for Huigang, there might be enemies everywhere. He was really worried, so he had to do so.

Huigang looked at the girl, Fei'er nodded, indicating that she was ready. The monk surrounded the girl's waist, and his toes were a little on the eaves of the house, and his whole body smoothed towards it. There was no sign that he was carrying a girl, and his whole body seemed to be a willow catkin in the sky.

One of Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills, crossing the river with reeds!

It is nearly a thousand meters away from this hotel to the wooden house on the lake, but Huigang was like a flying bird in the air, without any influence of gravity. At this time, the monk was increasingly surprised by his internal strength. When he was walking in the world in his previous life, he could only bind the energy into steel, either palm power, finger power, or body protection, although it was also known as exquisite.

But compared to his current state, it seemed like a difference between heaven and earth. He could feel that his true energy had turned into a huge thin wing shape, dragging him to slide in the air.

This is already at its peak, but this is no longer the time to sigh. A thin figure slowly walked out of the wooden house that was originally reflected by blue light. He quietly looked at the two people flying in the sky. The moon and stars in the sky seemed to have an invisible boundary in the mid-air reflected by ice and snow. It suddenly began to snow heavily in the space below, and the wind was whistling in the middle and north.

Huigang's eyes seemed to be warm jade, but there were countless flames and heat in this jade. Butler Lekins, who was standing in front of the wooden house, stood there steadily, wrapped in a faint cold air all over his body, looking coldly at the monk coming over.

He looked coldly, with the real chill in his eyes, an eternal iceberg.

Although Fei'er in the monk's arms was protected by the true energy and the holy power of light in the Yijin Jing, she was seen by the eyes of the Fengxue Sword Saint below, and her eyes seemed to be as if they were actually cold and instantly penetrated into the bone marrow.

Since Fei'er cut her wrist and fed Huigang blood, she has vaguely the same mind as the monk during her daily actions. She can know each other's thoughts. When she feels cold all over her body, the girl's sensitive wing lion has not cried out yet.

The true energy on the monk's body had already started to flow, and Fei'er felt warm all over her body, but in this way, she could no longer maintain that thin air wing. She gently folded her body in the air and landed gently below, just on the ice of the lake.

The snow had stopped just now, but with such a blizzard, there was no snow on the ground and on the lake. It seemed like a mirror-smooth lake surface.

At this time, although the moon was in the sky, the lake was like this again. There seemed to be mist surrounding the wooden house.

Even though it was the monk's eyesight, he could not see clearly the person standing in front of the wooden house.

Although I couldn't see the person's appearance clearly in the fog, Huigang could still feel the other person's gaze falling on Fei'er next to him in surprise. The girl felt the other person's gaze and took a step back and felt an incomparable cold coming towards her face.

The fog may not be fog, but floating ice crystals. The man opposite said coldly to Huigang:

"It seems that you are very confident in your ability. You dare to take the most important person with me when you fight."

Huigang turned her head and looked at Fei'er next to her. Although she had added clothes when she came out, she still looked a little thin in this environment. She turned her head and replied quietly:

"If placed in a hotel, it may be even more dangerous."

After a little pause, the monk continued:

"I don't want to continue talking about the sword grab back then, but your nephew killed innocent people in the gravel town and wanted to kill Yalina, who was completely victim. Now his sin has been punished by me. I don't want to continue the meaningless fight. If you hand over the female swordsman to me, what's the matter with each other from now on?"

When will the revenge be revenge? When the monk was walking in the world in his previous life, he had a deep understanding of this. Now both sides are evaluated. All the followers of the Holy Blood Sword Saint were killed. Even if the Holy Blood Sword Saint is alive, he will not be much better than death. Alina's companions died of misfortune.

Both sides paid a heavy price enough, and the Holy Blood Sword Saint's sin was also punished. Huigang now does not want to continue to conflict with the other party, but just wants to return to Gravel Town or Matt City as soon as possible.

"hehe……"

A few dry sneers came out in the fog where the Ice and Snow Sword Saint was. A wind suddenly blew in the calm space. The monk sighed in his heart, approached the girl, reached out and placed his hand on Fei'er's shoulder, and a stream of heat began to flow along Fei'er's meridians.

The girl who had already hugged her arms tightly suddenly felt a warm feeling all over her body. The Sword Saint of Wind and Snow over there spoke, and her voice was much sharper:

"Everyone has nothing to do with jokes, how can the lives of the untouchables be compared with my nephew. That bitch must repay the evil she has committed. As for you, your mistake must be paid with your life."

Before the word repayment was finished, a blizzard was storm everywhere, and the figure was suddenly unaware of it within one meter. Hui had just looked alert and felt the chill suddenly increase behind her. She took a step forward, turned around quickly, pushed Fei'er away to the other side, and slashed with both hands in the direction of the chill.

Even in such a cold space, every time Huigang slashed out a palm, flames would appear in front of the wind in the palm. Within half a meter around, all the ice and snow quickly melted and even steam did not exist, and were quickly evaporated.

Shaolin's Seventy-Two Special Skills: Wood Burning Sword Technique!

The wind and snow that had just covered the sky had stopped, and there was no sign of the momentum that had just been there. In the wooden house, the Sword Saint of Wind and Snow wrapped in mist seemed to have never moved. The monk ignored the Sword Saint there, but turned to look at Fei'er not far away.

When Hui just pushed the girl away, she could clearly feel that the internal force she had passed by was not completely retracted, but part of it remained in the girl's body and was not retracted.

When the blizzard suddenly became heavy, the air was extremely cold, but Fei'er looked much better now, her face was not the frozen purple, but the normal color. She was still a little at a loss when she stood there. When she saw the monk's eyes projecting over, she said in surprise:

"Brother Huigang, it's so strange. I suddenly got cold."

The monk could not explain this phenomenon, but the conversation between the two of them seemed to be in normal times, and it was impossible to tell that they were facing a sword saint.

If this action is seen in everyone's eyes, you will come to a conclusion - contempt.

Although Huigang was talking to the girl, most of his attention was on the Sword Saint there. If there was only the attack just now, the Sword Saint would probably not be called the Sword Saint.

There was no sudden storm this time. You could see the figures wrapped in mist made of ice crystals slowly walking down from the platform around the wooden house and approaching the monk step by step.

Huigang's expression became serious, and he slowly straightened his body and turned around to face the coming Snow Sword Saint Butler Lekins, and spoke to Fei'er:

"Go behind me and don't get too far."

I am afraid that any warrior who is facing a great enemy will be so angry that he will smoke when he hears this. Even if you are a sword saint, facing the Ice and Snow Sword Saint who has also reached the peak of martial arts, you cannot have any extra thoughts to instruct the relatives you bring to pay attention to safety.

Of course, Huigang didn't want to do this, but instead of putting it in danger and being robbed by others as hostages, it would be better to put it next to yourself and feel at ease.

The footsteps of the Wind and Snow Sword Saint gradually accelerated, and the surface of the lake was extremely smooth, but the footsteps of the Wind and Snow Sword Saint seemed to be walking on the ground. However, the speed was just running fast, not even faster than that of an excellent low-level warrior, but the footsteps were getting louder and louder.

Each step seemed like an ancient giant beast stepped down, with a loud rumbling sound. Strangely, under this huge force, the ice surface was not damaged at all, but the temperature was getting lower and lower.

The feeling of being in the monk was completely different. Every step the other party took, the fighting spirit in his body increased a little, and his whole body seemed to surge. In Huigang's sea of ​​consciousness, a giant walked in front of him, a giant full of cold air.

But the monk could not retreat, or even attack first, because Fei'er was behind him. If he took a step forward, he might be considered an opportunity by the other party.
Chapter completed!