Swordsman Fengyunzhi

Chapter 845 Heterosexual
Chapter 370 Two Different Loves

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A man, a woman, one in front of one and one behind, slowly move forward in the mirror maze.

The wind and snow gradually increased, and the footprints of the two were quickly covered.

The mirror surface was sliced ​​open one by one, and various unknown people appeared in the mirror surface. Their faces were pale and their eyes were listless, as if they had been trapped in the maze for a long time.

"Yang Hua, why...why did you come to these two mountains?"

Yang Hua was slightly taken aback by a voice behind him, it was rare for Ling Ruoxue to initiate the topic.

"At the order of Master, I came here to find a way to get out of the capital of God's Domain."

"What about you?"

Yang Hua paused, he stretched out his hand to scratch away the frost on the mirror beside him, and saw a young disciple of Zhenwu Hall with a tired face and a crumbling body, struggling to scratch the bronze mirror in front of him...

He said with hatred: "In the years when I went to sea with Master Zhang Ao, I saw the battle between casual cultivators on the sea with my own eyes, and the blood could dye the sea red... Countless innocent lives died in the meaningless conquest."

The frost on the next bronze mirror was shaken away by the mighty inner strength, and the disciple of Zhenwu Hall fell headlong in front of the bronze mirror with a face ashen ashes.

"As long as you are in this secret territory, you have to obey the orders of the gods, and there will be countless Zhenwutang disciples who will not be able to hold their heads up for the rest of their lives!" Yang Hua resolutely said, "Whether it is for me or Zhenwutang, finding a way out is to completely The best way to get rid of this sea of ​​suffering!"

Ling Ruoxue remained silent. She knew that the disciples of the God Cult were stronger than them this time. She wanted to persuade Yang Hua to retreat to the second floor to avoid conflict with the God Cult. agree.

She whispered, but firmly said: "Okay, then I will be your backing, and you can go forward boldly!"

There was a tinge of warmth in Yang Hua's heart, and in the flying snow, the two held hands tightly and reconciled.

But half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, the two of them passed by many fork roads, and they never saw the bronze mirror with Li Chengqian's image on it again. When they were about to rush back, they heard a weak reprimand from the next door.

Yang Hua put his head close to the cold ice and listened quietly.

"Sun Jiuer, you are no longer my junior sister. My junior sister is Sun Yuru, and she is dead." A sharp voice sounded.

"Brother, I had no choice but to disobey the devil, and I will not end well." The delicate voice sounded a little weak at the moment, accompanied by one or two coughs from time to time.

"If you stay honestly in the God Sect, then Qian Yuan can come to Biyou Palace to touch you?"

"But he will always succeed. Who can escape the person he likes?"

"Humph--"

The sound of the conversation was gradually covered by the intensifying sound of the wind and snow, and Yang Hua murmured, "It's Sun Jiuer and Zhao Shengyan. Sun Jiuer's injury is still unhealed."

"Do it, or go back and find someone?"

"It is estimated that they are just taking a break, and they can only do it now."

"But, have you thought about how to break Zhao Shengyan's 'Mountainless' defense?"

"Thinking about it, it's just too dark."

Yang Hua sighed and said lightly.

The cold current in the sky was blowing non-stop, and the ground was covered with snow and frost. Once someone fell down, it would be completely buried by the frost and snow within two sticks of incense.

Sun Jiu'er was lying on the white robe spread on the floor, he had no intention of self-cultivation, and his heart was in chaos.

After the three of them reached the third floor, Jin Zaomu abandoned the two of them. She begged for the other half of the pill, but was slapped on the face...

In the face of Jin Zaomu's humiliation, it was Zhao Shengyan who stood in front of her, drank Jin Zaomu away, and preserved her few dignity.

The pain of a tearing wound on her shoulder pulled her back to reality. At this moment, Zhao Shengyan went out to find a new path, while she stayed in this concave surface with three walls to avoid the biting cold wind.

The snow on her body was finger-thick, she moved her body slightly, and lay on her back looking at the sky.

"What did I do wrong?" She asked herself, "Leaving with Qianyuan is to improve my inner strength faster. In the past two years, I have broken through from the realm of light to the peak of the chivalrous. No improvement like this!"

"After leaving Qianyuan, I immediately went back to serve the God Sect. What does it have to do with those annoying male disciples who kill each other? Why did they put me in the capital of the God Realm!"

The contemptuous faces of Qian Yuan and Jin Zao Mu appeared in the sky, as if in their eyes, she was just their plaything.

"Men should be damned, all should be damned!" She cursed, her delicate face became distorted, and her eyes were full of hatred.

Suddenly, she sat up for a moment, fixed her eyes on the only exit, and asked tremblingly, "Who!"

Yang Hua walked out slowly, showing a slightly regretful smile.

"The battle in the Zhenwu Hall ring should have had a wonderful follow-up, but unfortunately..." The Liufeng sword in his hand slowly unsheathed, "There is no chance."

At the same time, Zhao Shengyan, who was walking forward in the wind and snow, shrank suddenly, and he suddenly turned his head, looking in the direction of Sun Jiu'er.

They explored in vain on the third floor for a while before, and finally discussed that it would be better to go back to the second floor, but they should avoid the people of Zhenwu Hall.

At this moment, it was snowing heavily, and the surrounding area was covered with whiteness. Maybe Zhao Shengyan turned his head and rushed towards the direction where Sun Jiuer was resting.

"You have the potential to be promoted to an inner disciple of the God Sect, you have to think about it." The haggard face of the master seemed to appear in the fog ahead.

"The disciple is willing to go to the capital of God Realm to practice, please master!" Zhao Shengyan repeated what he said just now.

"But for Yuru?"

Zhao Shengyan knelt on the ground, silent.

"It's okay to suffer a little bit, go ahead, and from now on, I will no longer be your master."

"Master, you..." Zhao Shengyan suddenly raised his head, looking at the calm Master.

"Silly boy, enter the capital of God's Realm as a free agent, and find a body-refining elder to be your teacher, so that he can teach you everything. When will you come out, can't you come back again?"

Zhao Shengyan was slightly taken aback, then kowtowed heavily, and said, "Thank you, Master!"

The memories disappeared as the fog dissipated, and the countless frosted bronze mirrors around him seemed to mock his choice at that time.

In the past year in the capital of Shenyu, he has worshiped Zhao Pan as his teacher, but his strength has improved far less than before. He knows that now his ambition is not to cultivate.

After turning two corners, he heard a heart-piercing growl, it was Sun Yuru's voice!
Heart, beating crazily!

Zhao Shengyan dashed forward, wanting to know what happened, but at the turn of the corner, he saw a sword slanting towards his throat!

"Mount like a mountain!" Almost instinctively, Zhao Shengyan used a defensive move that was strong enough to resist Xiao Chengjing's attack before the sword tip pierced his throat while rushing forward at high speed.

His whole body fell into a state of petrification, and Zhao Shengyan also saw the enemy clearly—the murderous woman in white, Ling Ruoxue.

"Yang Hua, prepare to take it!" She said these words coldly, and immediately after, Yang Hua jumped out at the corner, barely dodging the murderous palm!
Behind him was a woman walking hesitantly. She stretched out her hand blankly and kept groping forward.

Sun Yuru!But her face was covered with blood, and she had long lost her former delicate face!
A sword light slashed across, leaving a deep mark on her eyes. Her eyes are already useless!
(End of this chapter)