Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

The world of snow, covered with boundless white snow, reflects yellowish light and dim shadows under the slanting sun.

It was two people standing opposite each other, looking at each other, their fighting spirit restrained, and they were about to explode.

The battle between Huang Jian's lonely minister and Ji Wuxia has not yet started in this tranquility.

Lin Chongyang, who was watching from the outside, bent down and picked up a handful of snow in the snow, kneaded it into a snowball, bent his mouth, and threw it out.

The snowball crossed an arc, fell between the two people inside, hit the snow and scattered in all directions.

The snowflakes scattered obliquely, and there was a sound of falling snow, which changed in an instant, and the tranquility was broken.

It is also--

The war is on!
The sword edge behind him did not move, Huang Jian Guchen let out a soft shout, his movement had already moved, and the snowflakes scattered from the shattered snowball had not yet landed, and he was already in front of Ji Wuxia, and with a stroke of his right sword finger, he was already attached by the condensed essence , as a sword stab.

Tilting his head and body half-tilted, with snow hair thrown three thousand, Ji Wuxia turned sideways to the left and back to avoid the sword finger, knocked Huang Jianguchen's arm upward with his right hand, then turned around and punched the opponent's heart with his left hand.

However, Huang Jian Gu Chen, who used his strength to take a half step back, was already prepared, his left hand turned into a claw to block his chest, and the sword finger of his right stabbed between his eyebrows.

Seeing this, Ji Wuxia bent back, somersaulted when he had time, and kicked his opponent like a bow with his legs, also using his strength to somersault and landed backward.

But at the moment of landing, Huangjian Guchen, who blocked the kick with both hands, turned his sword finger again, but he urged his true energy, and several sword qi pierced the air, tearing the snow.

Ji Wuxia, who had just landed, hastily resisted and dodged, and finally the sword energy broke through, cutting several cuts on the clothes.

At the moment when the sword energy dissipated, Kuaixue Shiqing narrowed her eyes and raised her brows, but her energy was lifted, the cold wind blew in an instant, the snow waves rolled, Qingfeng's cold light was in the pale It turned out to be the Tairuo Mountain Sword!
With the sword in his hand, his eyes changed, his breath was fixed, Ji Wuxia tapped his toes, and he was already flying forward.

Take a straight sword, block with one finger, Huang Jian Guchen moves his finger again, blocks and rushes to attack with a sword, but Ji Wuxia turns his wrist, the sword flower changes three times, three swords turn into nine in an instant, and nine swords fill the air.

The Bafang Sword Shadow went straight to one of the three fronts in the northern border, Huang Jian's lonely minister felt the pressure for the first time, and suddenly raised his true essence to protect his body, and immediately a wave of snow wave energy was piled up all over his body, breaking the Bafang Sword Shadow, and the remaining power rushed towards Ji Wuxia.

"drink!"

With a high-pitched "drink", Kuaixue Shiyan soared into the air and flew around, avoiding the sweeping Qi Jin and at the same time receiving yuan in the sword.

The setting sun is behind the back, and the beautiful shadow is in the sky. A sword absorbs the energy of the sun, and reflects the snow waves running three thousand, which is exactly——

"Sunshine and snow!"

When the move is released, the sword's edge is formed, and when the Tairuo Mountain sword is waved, the sword energy is like the endless sunset, shining on the snowy shadow of the mountain, but it is like a sword, and the sword is like snow.

Huang Jian's lonely minister draws Qi to raise energy, the whole body's true energy picks up the air waves, and temporarily blocks countless moments of sword energy. The sword bag on the back flies up and dissipates. up!
Beifeng is below, the emperor's sword stands on the ground, Qingfeng uses the power of the terrain, hides ten thousand swords and makes no front, this move——

"Xuefeng Hidden Sword!"

The two strokes collided, dissipating thousands of sword qi, dissipating instantly, Ji Wuxia descended from the sky, and slashed down with one sword.

Huang Jian's lonely minister held the sword horizontally, and at the moment of the exchange of blows, he felt a huge force coming, and was surprised, but was knocked back a few steps.

"There is such strength?"

Ji Wuxia didn't know what Huang Jian's lonely minister was thinking, even if they were sparring, he was slightly better at the moment, so of course he was going after the victory.

Hold the sword and go up again, the blades clashed, but within a moment, it was a hundred turns and a thousand blows, the difference in the foundation of the realm made Ji Wuxia gradually lose the wind.

Knowing that a long battle would be unfavorable, Ji Wuxia thought about it in a blink of an eye, changed his moves, and in the next moment of confrontation, he had already opened the distance, and the sword pointed to the sword body, and the true essence was raised vigorously.

"Qi Qing Frost Cold!"

The shadows of the seven swords circulated, absorbing the energy of Yanghuo, transforming the power of frost and cold, and then the seven swords merged into the Tairuo Mountain Sword. Ji Wuxia let out a long shout, and the move was about to be completed.

On the other side, the same sword pointed at luck, and the sword's edge felt the same. The emperor's sword pointed at the sky mercilessly, and the snow waves rushed like mountains weeping.

"God's Jue Beifeng Snow Cries!"

The two moves faced each other, the weeping power of Shanxue overwhelmed the power of frost and cold, when the corner of Ji Wuxia's mouth was bleeding, but the sword's edge trembled, and a bloodstain was cut on the right arm of Huang Jian Guchen.

"Ha, happy."

In the martial arts competition, it doesn't matter if you see blood, the warrior's fighting spirit will rise because of this, and the lonely minister of the emperor sword will urge his true energy again, and suddenly the snow wind of the sword stops, the paleness fades, and the blackness spreads.

"Shang Tian Jue Xue Ming Tian mourns!"

A move of the sword's upper pole moves, causing the black snow to spread, Kuaixue Shiqing holds the sword to Yunyuan, and defends the move to respond.

"Xueqing reflects the heart in the sea!"

The technique taught by Lin Chongyang, in Ji Wuxia's understanding, evolved into a defensive style, the ideal is like the sun, only the snow reflects it, the moment the snow melts, the sea is like an indigo.

The sword style is as flexible as water, and like snow dissipating force, it is actually a perfect move to eliminate Xue Mingtian's mourning.

The moment he transformed the move, Ji Wuxia yelled loudly, and it was the burst of hidden true energy, which combined the remaining power of the indigo sea, and struck out a decisive move.

"Huaguang flawless Bi Bingxue!"

The splendor is as bright as the moon and the snow is as frosty as the blue sky.

The sword energy is as powerful as ice, cloud, and cold air, penetrating into the skin and bone, freezing through the heart and lungs, and frosting the meridians of qi and blood.

But facing the crisis that his own Xue Mingtian mourning was broken and the opponent's decisive move was about to come true, Huang Jian Guchen was calm in his heart, he knew that Ji Wuxia was impatient.

"Godless Art, Snow Crack, Frost and Cold, Redemption!"

There is no god in the sky to redeem the cold, and the sword that cracks the snow and seals the frost is unparalleled.

Turning the sword to the sky to become Wushen, with the ability to shed snow and cold, and the power to melt and break frost, the foundation is better than Ji Wuxia's Huangjian Guchen, and he is more experienced in experience.

Although it is a quick way to restrain the move later, it is enough.

I saw that after the two moves converged, the swords had only clashed a few times, the smoke and dust cleared away, and the imperial sword was already resting on Ji Wuxia's neck.

Putting the sword back into its sheath, Huang Jian said: "I have accepted it. If your experience and foundation can be supplemented, I may not be your opponent. Moreover, your strength is huge and can be used."

After the real fight, Huang Jian's lonely minister understood why with the ability of a good friend, he could only win half a move.

The opponent's experience is certainly inferior to his. After all, he has been stationed on the border all year round and will fight against invaders from all sides, but compared to his friends, he can already be said to have quite a lot of experience.

"Thank you for your enlightenment." After also putting away the sword, Ji Wuxia wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and bowed.

The battle with the opponent made her understand her own shortcomings more intuitively, and this alone was worthwhile for her trip.

No matter how high the talent is, it still needs time to settle, otherwise there will always be gaps in her state of mind, this time she was defeated by impatience, if not, at least not so quickly.

Having been with Lin Chongyang day and night for a long time, she had a wrong understanding of certain concepts. After all, not everyone is him.

"It's a matter here, the two of us have been out for a long time, so we won't bother you anymore."

After the outcome was determined, Lin Chongyang stepped forward, popped out two true energy to help the two heal their injuries, and then helped Ji Wuxia put on the cloak in his hand again.

When the true essence entered the body, not only the wounds of the two people in the battle, but even the cuts on their clothes disappeared like time went backwards, which was extremely miraculous.

"Your Excellency the Sword Emperor, please be polite, both of you."

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