Beauty's Devil Guard

Xiao Yi takes back the ice thorn in his hand. With the ice thorn gone, the cold wind around Xiao Yi's body is gone.

Nameless is relieved. It seems that Xiao Yi has already practiced the cold needling of Tiangong. After all, it's a lost skill. Seeing Xiao Yi's skill, he was also curious: "what's the matter with this skill?"

Xiao Yi moved his muscles and bones for a while, and the sun was shining on him. He still remembered the pain he had experienced in practicing kung fu before. Many times, Xiao Yi felt that he was going to die, but now he stood here well, as real as false.

Hearing the anonymous question, Xiao Yi's eyes were in a trance for a moment, and then he said, "I saw the elder you said when I was practicing."

Nameless suddenly opened his eyes: "you actually picked up the inheritance skill?"

Xiao Yi saw that nameless had picked up the priceless treasure. He didn't understand: "what is the inheritance of Gongfa?"

Nameless took a deep breath, and he heard his heart beating fast: "every sect has its own skills, just like my ancestor was against the sky. Although Tiangong Hansi was created by that elder, it doesn't mean that no rubbings of skills have been handed down before, and the rubbings of Tiangong Hansi are precious enough. I thought that you just picked up the rubbings of Tiangong Hanci and could at least step into the threshold of practice, but I didn't think that what you found was the inheritance of that elder. "

Xiao Yi understands the meaning of anonymity. For example, in modern times, this skill in his hand is a unique one, which is written by the author himself, while rubbings are popular in the market. But now almost all rubbings in the market have been lost, but he has picked up a unique one, and the author himself has taught it to him.

With such a contrast, Xiao Yi felt that his luck was not so good. It was just a burst of character.

He held a small carving in his arms, which he enjoyed playing beside him: "thanks to the little guy who found the treasure."

Xiao Diao seems to understand Xiao Yi's words. He rubs his soft head and rubs it in Xiao Yi's arms. It's very lovely. Nameless also looked at him with a smile and touched his white beard: "I told you before that this little guy is the real treasure, otherwise how could there be one in the clan?"

Xiao Yi is happy. With a small carving in each person, he can attract wealth.

After molesting wanxiaodiao, Xiao Yi looks at his nameless face, and his curiosity can not be covered up by any cover up in his eyes. Then he says seriously: "when I first entered the cultivation, although I was very cold, I was conscious. When I got used to it, I would arrive at a place of ice and snow."

It's snowing all over the sky, and there is only pure and cold white between heaven and earth. Xiao Yi feels the chill from his soul and keeps shaking. The snowflakes are floating. When they fall on Xiao Yi, they seem to melt into his body.

"It's too cold where it is," Xiao Yi kept shaking, feeling that his tongue would freeze.

"Young man..." In the distance, there was an old cry, but it didn't seem to come from afar. It seemed to float in the sky and the earth, everywhere. When it came into the bleak ear, it was like a stone thrown into the lake, and the water pattern continued to spread.

There was a sharp pain in Xiao Yi's mind, like a steel needle stuck in it. The pain made Xiao Yi's eyes red. But the sound didn't ring once, and Xiao Yi felt that the steel needle continued to stick himself.

Xiao Yi can't hold on and falls on the snow. In front of him is a piece of blood red. Through the blood red, Xiao Yi vaguely sees two fighting figures in front of him, one in white and the other in blue.

The man in white has a long sword in his hand. The sword is sharp and almost fatal. But there are snowflakes all over the sky around the man in blue. When every snowflake falls on the man in white, there will be a bloodstain on the man in white.

Xiao Yi suddenly feels that the man in blue looks familiar, but the chaotic brain is obviously unable to think, and the pain makes Xiao Yi faint directly. Later, Xiao Yi suddenly woke up once, and what came into his eyes was still the two fighting figures. Only this time, the fight between the two people was divided, and it was still a piece of blood red. Xiao Yi saw that the man in White's shining sword directly penetrated the man in blue's abdomen, and the long sword penetrated the man in blue's body, spraying a piece of blood fog when the sword was drawn out.

When Xiao Yi wakes up again, everything has calmed down. There is still a lot of snow in the world, and the snow melts in Xiao Yi's body. Although he still feels cold, Xiao Yi is surprised to find that he has been able to adapt to this kind of cold feeling.

I don't know what it's like outside after I've been in a coma for several days.

Xiao Yi sat on the ground and had a rest for a while. Thinking of what he had seen before he was in a coma, he decided to go to that place to find out if there was any trace of anyone.

And when Xiao Yi came to the place in his memory, he did see the trace of people, but it was only a month ago that he had turned into a man with white bones.

Is this the white bone of the man in blue I saw in my dream?

Xiao Yi doubts, and then looks for the traces around, but there is only this empty skeleton in the white. Xiao Yi didn't know what to do for a moment, but now he didn't know how to go out, let alone how to practice."What on earth is this -"

"young man -"

Xiao Yi stops his voice and suddenly turns his head to see the man in blue standing behind him, who he saw in a trance before.

"You, who are you?" The man in front of him is very young and has a pretty face. Although there are many vicissitudes of life in his eyes, Xiao Yi, who is the same as Xiao Yi with such a young face, thinks and disobeys, "you are the one I saw before..."

It seems to understand Xiao Yi's doubts, the man in blue frowned, and the snowflakes around him floated faster: "when I was killed, I was as young as you, so I kept this appearance all the time."

Between the tone, is Xiao Yi can feel unwilling and desolate.

Xiao Yi pointed to the white bone sitting on the ground: "is this you?"

"No, it's not me!" The man in blue's eyes turned red in a flash, and his hatred soared, "this is the man I killed. He killed me, I killed him, but he is not as lucky as I am. He can still have a hiding place. I'm still breathing, but he doesn't know where he has gone for a long time!"

It should be a gallant swordsman, but when it comes to the person who killed him, the expression on blue's face is like coming from hell.