The first thousand one hundred and eighteen chapters
In the cold winter, frozen three feet, and the goose feathers are heavy on the sky.
"Om."
The Buddha bells on the Bhikkhu Mountain sounded, and there were endless streams of princes and nobles drove spirit beasts, wore crimson coats, stepped on the snow, and came to the mountain to worship the gods and Buddhas.
The entire Xiu Hezhou was caught in the suffering of disasters. Instead, this remote place is still peaceful, and it has not suffered much.
Xiaosha Mi on the mountain rides a big duck like a wolf dog, a bunch of nanmu beads hanging on the neck, and a small bowl in his hand, knocking away the farmhouse in the village of the mountain, read the scriptures, and opposite to the courtyard. The people said a few words of auspicious words, but they asked a group of laughter.
Feng Feiyun stepped on the thick snow and walked along the wide Jinhe alone.
The wide river surface was not frozen by the ice, and a large red dental ship was still on the river surface.
Above the ship, there are good general guards wearing armor, and beautiful women with songs and dances play music in the warm curtain.
"Those who have a low person have their way of happiness, and those who have been high are also something that makes them embarrassed."
Feng Feiyun continued to move forward, came to Bhikkhu Mountain, here Qianshan Sui, Yushu hanging ice bars, on the other side of the river, it was really a towering statue of too micro -god, high into the clouds, covered by white snow, like a residence Giant white jade crystal statue.
In the ears, there was a beautiful and moving flute, light and elegant, and intermittently, like the breeze.
Feng Feiyun's body is lighter than the wind, flying away from the ground, looking for flute sounds, and came to a beautiful plum blossom forest.
In the cold winter, all flowers are withered. Only the plum blossoms are proud and bloom in the snow.
When you walk into the plum forest, there is a fragrance of plum.
The fragrance is the strongest, and there is a pavilion.
In the pavilion, there were two women. Among them, a woman wearing red clothes was holding a jade flute in her hand. When she saw Feng Feiyun came outside the pavilion, she stopped, with a little feelings in her eyes.
Another woman is wearing white clothes, light yarn like mist, covering the crystal clear jade body, cooking a pot of tea in warm warmth, and the fragrance of plum blossoms in the cement teapot.
Her posture is as slender as stringed moon, and her temperament is elegant like Qinghe. She stretched out the fiber finger to bring the teapot and pour out two cups of hot tea, "Please."
Feng Feiyun stared at her, walked into the pavilion without fear, sat opposite her, and lifted the tea cup.
At this time, a cold wind blows, flying with a piece of snow and plum blossoms over the Zhu Hongting Pavilion. One of the plum blossoms fell into the tea cup. The color is crimson and beautiful and charming.
Feng Feiyun took a sip, taste carefully, put the tea cup back on the table, and said: "I didn't know before you would cook tea."
Dongfang Jingyue took a sip gently, with a few drops of crystal clear on the red lips, such as the rain dew on the grass leaves of the early summer, and a elegant smile: "What do you think of this tea."
"Seven points are sweet, three points are bitter." Feng Feiyun said.
Dongfang Jingyue's eyes are bright, crystal is like water, and the corner of the mouth is slightly uplifted.
"Unfortunately, this tea can only be bitter, but I can't get up in my heart." Feng Feiyun stared at her and said: "What do you find me for?"
Dongfang Mirror stood up suddenly, walked under the winding pavilion, stepped on the snow, and looked at the red plum in the garden, and said: "Taikoo Shenfeng will give you the place where the imprisonment is imprisoned. You give it to me, me, me I will give you the bronze boat. "
Dongfang Mirror Yue's stretching of a jade hand, an ancient and tattered god ancient boat flew out of the palm, standing eighteen iron cloth god sails, with an ancient and vicissitudes.
Feng Feiyun did not look at the Bronze Boat, but stared at her, and said: "Are you doing trading with me?"
"You don't think this is a win -win situation." Dongfang Jingyue turned and looked back. The black long hair lifted a few pieces of snowflakes, just like the beauty in the painting.
"It is indeed a win -win situation, but unfortunately I won't deal with you. I want to take the bronze boat in your hand. Naturally, I still have other ways." Feng Feiyun Road.
Dongfang Mirror's two Daiyue frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and the breasts were slightly undulating, saying: "You know why I will not go directly to the kingdom of heaven to find you."
"Why." Feng Feiyun Road.
She said: "If I enter the kingdom of heaven, if you want to fight with me, you will have to get your hands and feet. I don’t want to threaten you in the kingdom of heaven. I just want to trade fairly with you. Determine the coercion of weakness. "
Feng Feiyun laughed: "Bulling weakness, water Yueting, you can't even look down on me too much."
"I have decided to call Dongfang Mirror Moon." Dongfang Mirror Moon Road.
"You are not worthy of being called Oriental Mirror." Feng Feiyun sacrificed a sacrifice ax, and a mighty ancestral ancestral ancestral ancestral righteousness was flushed. The petals in the entire plum garden flew up to form a red flower rain.
Hua Yu walks around Feng Feiyun's body to form a vortex.
"Do you hate Shuiyue Ting." Dongfang Mirror didn't seem to feel the killing intention on Feng Feiyun at all, and still stood quietly in the snow.
Feng Feiyun was full of her voice, and she split down and carried the power of the world. Even if she had to be split into two halves.
However, when the ax fell to the top of the head of the Oriental Mirror, she didn't move, but stared at Feng Feiyun brightly with her eyes. Suddenly, her appearance began to change and became a woman in red. Yu Xiao, skin like jade, also stare at Feng Feiyun with star eyes.
These eyes are completely different from the eyes of Dongfang Mirror, full of ethereal, and there is a charm that does not eat fireworks on earth.
This is Ye Xiaoxiang.
There was a faint smile on her face, and there was no fear of death, as if she was dead in Feng Feiyun's hands, it was also a happy thing.
Feng Feiyun quickly collected the ax, and retracted all the power of this openness, cutting himself on his own.
Although most of the power of the axes was recovered, there were still a lot of power bombarded on Ye Xiaoxiang, hitting her out, falling into the red plum blossom rain, and a piece of body spilled on her body. The crimson blood dyed the snow on the ground more red than the plum blossoms.
Feng Feiyun was also chopped by the power of the ax, leaving a deep bloodstain on his chest, and the holy bones seemed to be cut off.
When Feng Feiyun's body moved, he rushed into the rain of plum flowers, hugged Ye Xiaoxiang back, and gently put it in the snow.
Although she was not dead, the holy soul was damaged, fainted, her eyes closed, and her red clothes were dripping the sacred blood.
"After enjoying the red plum, the red snow, drinking plum tea and drinking people, Feng Feiyun, do you still think you are strong now?" Dongfang Mirror Yue didn't know when he was sitting in the pavilion again, and a jadeite tea cup was lifted. , Gently drink a sip of tea.
The scars on Feng Feiyun automatically healed, staring at the Dongfang Mirror Moon, and said: "The power of the white jade fairy boat, the power of time ~ you just used the power of time. The location was exchanged, so when I fell, you became Ye Xiaoxiang. "
As long as you reach the realm of the Holy Spirit, you can cultivate the power of time, you can return to the past, go to the future.
But no one can change the past and change the future.
However, Dongfang Mirror Yueyan did it, so that without a move, Feng Feiyun split Ye Xiaoxiang's ax herself and split his own ax.
This kind of power is almost unprepared and dare not provoke her easily. In case she returns to the past and kills sacred in her childhood, then the sacred will die.
Feng Feiyun said: "I don't believe you can return to the past and change the place in the future. I want to see how powerful you are. Is it really invincible?"
Feng Feiyun called out the demon sword, inserted under the pavilion, and settled time and space.
"Tianjie."
Feng Feiyun fingers the sky with his fingers, and the dark clouds are rolling on the sky, and the electric flashes are thunderous.
This plum garden is an independent world. It seems to be located on the banks of the Jinhe River. In fact, it is completely different from the outside world.
"I am a sword god, all the swords in the world have to listen to my order."
As soon as the Dongfang mirror was quoted, the demon sword that had been settled in time and space flew into her hands. She waved her arms, and tens of thousands of sword shadows flew out and turned into a sword rain to form a sword world.
"boom."
A giant ax fell from the sky, breaking the sword world, and a ax was overwhelmed, with a chaotic and fierce light.
Dongfang Mirror Yuexianzi is like jade, the royal sword flies, stands in the air, and the sword meaning of the nine days and ten places flew into the sword in her hand, splitting a sky -high sword river.
"boom."
The ax sword hit each other, the heavens and the earth were shaking, and the time and space collapsed.
"Feng Feiyun, if you can really defeat me, I will give you the copper ancient boat." Dongfang Mirror called the white jade fairy boat, standing on the fairy boat, countless fairy mist surrounded her jade body. , Make her like a goddess of the fairy world.
Feng Feiyun said: "If you can defeat me, I will give you the place of imprisonment."
The Baiyu fairy ship expanded thousands of times, thousands of miles long, with the hazy fairy Yunxia, hitting the wind flying clouds.
Time is twisted and the space is broken.
"The four methods of truth, the three methods cut."
On the body of Feng Feiyun's body, the light of the ancestral saint, wrapped the body, split the Tomahawk, cut the fog of the white jade fairy boat, and bombarded it.
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Dongfang Mirror Monthly sacrificed the demon sword, blocking the barbaric ax, but it couldn't stop the truth killing. A truth of truth rushed into her body.
"Moon Sword."
Dongfang Jingyue's natal sword flew out from the body, and the truth was cut off.
"嘭."
Yueyue sword, demon sword, ax, at the same time, was shocked by that horrible power.
The Yue Sword flew through the waist of Feng Feiyun, tearing the body of the ancestors, leaving a long sword mark, splashing blood.
The ax of the axes also passed by the exquisite fairy face of the Dongfang mirror, leaving a thin bloodshin as a hair, overflowing a grain of blood beads.