Blade and Sword God Sovereign

Many people beside him, looking at Li Yunqi with envious eyes.

Being able to be called a brother by Ding Hao in front of so many people is a rare glory.

Although I don't know the next collision with Lu Pengfei, Ding Hao can not laugh at the end, but at this time, many people are still deeply impressed by the indifference between the youngsters in front of them.

"Iru, thank you." Ding Hao's gaze finally fell on the face of the beautiful girl Li Yiruo.

For three days in a dark and secluded life, the lack of necessary light and water surface made the girl's look slightly tired, but a pretty unparalleled face, a smile, illuminate the entire cell.

Under the backdrop of the red palace dress, the girl is like a passionate flame, and she laughs and laughs. The beautiful big eyes sparkle with sparkling light, and Ding Hao is fixed.

Wang Xiaoqi was dancing and telling everything that happened in the cell.

"Iru, hard work for you." Ding Hao smiled, reaching out and gently licking a few pieces of grass clippings on the shoulder of the girl, fingers crossed the blue silk of the shoulder, as silk is soft and smooth, shaking the heartstrings.

"Hao brother..." Li Yiruo gently lowered his head.

Thousands of words have made such a simple name. The worries, thoughts, and concerns of the past six months have vanished. This is always a beautiful girl who dares to say that she dares to do it, such as autumn water, bright and clear, and her words have been forgotten.

At this moment, among the crowd, a figure, the ghosts and sneaks quietly stepped back.

"You are Jiang Feng?" Ding Hao looked like electricity, and caught the movement around him.

"Ding... Ding brother..." Jiang Feng's body shape is a stiff, knowing that it is no longer possible to slip away. He smiles and turns around. A face is more ugly than crying. He is scared and jumps, and a chill is covering the whole body. At this time. It’s definitely not a good thing to be named by Ding Hao.

"Ding brother? I can't think of it, you actually think that you are qualified to call me like this." Ding Hao's tone is plain, but the content of the discourse is aggressive, with a gentle smile, with endless murder and contempt.

At this moment, many people who were familiar with Ding Hao suddenly felt that Ding Hao had changed.

The gentle and gentle man with a smile on his face, Ding Hao, who always has a smile on his face, is willing to think for others. Ding Hao, who has always been willing to leave steps for others, suddenly became sharp and sharp after returning to the mountain.

It seems to be a blunt sword that is harmless to humans and animals. After the whistling time, it finally blooms with a sharp and sharp light.

"I..." Jiang Feng trembled with his legs.

"I heard that you took the initiative to ask Lu Pengfei, you have to come here to guard, huh, huh, since you like to watch the cell so much, then always stay here."

Ding Hao said, pointing a shot.

A crystal-clear snowflake, showing the world's most perfect hexagonal crystal shape, refracting the colorful brilliance in the sunlight, faintly flying out, seems to be slow and urgent, and instantly falls on Jiang Feng's shoulder.

In the meantime, centering on the drop point, a layer of crystal frost suddenly spreads, and then the sound of the icy ice condenses. The people around have not yet reacted, and they saw Jiang Feng's whole person. The electric light stone fire was sealed with a layer of transparent black ice, which became a beautiful humanoid ice sculpture.

Under the warm sunshine of the early spring, this humanoid ice sculpture is crystal clear and vivid, as if it is the most perfect work of the engraving master. Through the ice layer, everyone can clearly see the Jiang Feng sealed inside, and the face is still solid. Kitsch is ridiculous.

He bowed his knees and just stayed at the door.

From then on, he will keep such a sneer and keep it at the door of the cell forever.

Sealed by such a bitter frosty ice, no one can save his life.

Therefore, Jiang Feng is already dead.

An unbearable chill, from the tail vertebrae to the inspiration of the sky, everyone around, can not help but take a breath.

Ding Hao is killing!

The shot is not merciless.

This is definitely the prelude to the prelude of the storm.

The crystal clear six-sided snowflake, in the moment of faint flight, has set a very intense tone for the upcoming collision, so that everyone clearly understands, next, an unimaginable Storms and rains are inevitable.

Kill in public!

Ding Hao, is he going to overturn the entire sword?

"Let's go, it's time to meet Lu Pengfei."

As if nothing happened, Ding Hao clap his hands, with a smile on his face, walked out of the cell, wearing the sun, and headed in the direction of Lu Pengfei.

Everyone from Ding Hao’s smile felt a bitter chill.

......

There was a footstep outside the door.

More and more footsteps.

The young boys in the hall standing quietly are getting more and more nervous, and there is a cold sweat on their forehead. Everyone understands what it means to be present in this hall at this time, and understands this outside. What does footstep mean.

Lu Pengfei still sat quietly on the sapphire futon in the depths of the main hall.

Slowly opened his eyes, his mouth curled up a cold arc, his eyes flicked across the faces of everyone, he smiled and said: "Open the temple door and let him in."

Zhang Wenqi nodded and hurried forward to push the heavy stone temple door.

In the thunder, a lot of glaring sunlight could not wait to pour. When it came in, a grain of dust floated in the silver light, just like a group of people dancing.

A slender figure, slowly in the glare of the sun, step by step approach.

Lu Pengfei's pupils are miniature.

His throat swayed subconsciously, unconsciously swallowing a spit, looking up, the familiar figure that made him unable to sleep at night, finally appeared.

The sun shone from behind the figure, leaving a vague shadow on the front, as if even the sun, at this moment because of fear and did not dare to stay on this person.

Hey!

Hey!

The footsteps in the silence are clear and clear, like a stepping on the hearts of everyone.

"Ding Hao, you are finally here." Lu Pengfei grew up and slowly walked down from the Qingyu futon.

The green shirt disciples among the halls looked nervously behind Lu Pengfei.

In the distance, there are still sounds like messy tides, and there are many people, and more and more onlookers appear. They are all standing far outside the hall. For a moment, they dare not rely too close. Looks nervously at the development of things.

The most crucial moment has finally arrived.

"After a half year, Ding’s brother is still in style." Lu Pengfei’s face was full of smiles, as if he had seen a long-time friend.

Ding Hao stopped.