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The weather at Bailou Gate tonight is very strange.

As usual, people woke up from their sleepy sleepy eyes, and their heads were still surrounded by the sound of sword wind and ice and snow coming from somewhere in their sleep. The sky in front of them instantly turned into a fire cloud, as if there was a volcano about to erupt.

The same goes. So the people in the Bailou Gate, who had no idea what was going on, began to run for their lives.

Every household, whether awake or asleep, was woken up, and then closed the doors and windows, waiting for disaster to come or looking forward to disaster to pass by.

Fortunately, the rolling fire clouds did not fall, and they would not burn their roofs, causing the entire Bailou Gate to be buried in the sea of ​​fire. Before the people who had been in a frightened state had completely come out of their panic, they encountered dozens of times again.

A rare heavy snowfall in the year.

This snow comes quickly, comes quickly, comes weirdly, comes fiercely!

The flying snow dispelled the rolling fire clouds spreading the sky, pushed away the dim red sky, and flew down from the sky. It fell on the houses and pavilions in the white building gate, so the autumn leaves were originally falling.

The frost has truly turned into white snow, covering the earth with softness.

The sun rises from the east and the morning is coming.

The wind brought by the cold snow rushed into people's clothes and roared through the doors and windows of the people's houses. The fire of the candle swayed and was shaking.

This is just the starting move of Xuezhai Sword Technique. The entire Bailou Gate of Emperor Yan was covered in heavy snow.

The original creation spirit vulture transformed by Bai Yu was also exposed to this snow disaster. The earth's center flames all over the body were gradually covered with heavy snow and even annihilated.

But this still couldn't stop Bai Yu's determination.

Even if he really began to feel cold.

It’s not that he is not afraid of the famous Jian Xueji, who ranks twenty-first times on the magic weapon list. In fact, he can see from the starting move of the Xuezhai sword technique just now. Although Yan Bailou is the master of a country.

, but his cultivation level in Jiandao is not weak. Moreover, the sword in his hand is a famous sword ranked 21st in the magic weapon list of Tianji Pavilion, which is far superior to his own crutch.

When the body turned into a spirit vulture, the earth's center of lingering flames were obscured by the heavy snow bit by bit, and then the ice and snow sealed their wings, Bai Yu gradually felt powerless, his speed was obviously slowing down.

Lingjiu's wings slowly became stiff, but he still approached Yanbailou so stubbornly and flew towards Yanbailou.

Even if he knew that such an end was a moth to the flame.

He still resolutely.

Until the end, his wings were completely frozen in the void by the heavy snow, and his body was frozen by the snow disaster.

At this moment, this picture was recorded in thrillingly by the owners of the Tianji Pavilion. It was passed down from generation to generation, and no one had ever expected that this freeze-shaped picture would have been many years later.

It has become the eternal praises of the world.

"Outside the white building gate, heavy snow caused a disaster.

A divine bird, Creation Vulture, was frozen in the void, and the fire wings could no longer dance.

Then a snow-cold sword light cut through the dim sky and pierced countless snowflakes. The tip of the sword pierced directly into the spirit vulture and the god bird

In the mouth.

Then the cold air flow instantly invaded the entire body of the Creation Spirit Vulture. The whole body was as bright as fire, and the silver-white ice sculpture in an instant, which looked like an ice statue carved by a man in the Sect of Shu.

This hanging ice statue finally shattered with a bitter cold wind.

The ice flowers scattered all over the silver earth outside the white building gate..."

Lingjiu's life ends under the Snow-Jiu Sword!

A simple and unpretentious crutch fell from the air and inserted into the silver-white earth.

That was Bai Yu's sword, it was the sword of the sword crazy.

This knife is nameless and extremely ugly, just like an ordinary old man in his octogenarian's hand, so Bai Yu named him the Killer.

Since Bai Yu was five years old, this crutch has been with him.

Accompany him to grow up, accompany him to kill people, and accompany him to practice Taoism.

For Bai Yu, Crayade was his only friend and close friend besides his old enemy Luo Ling.

The snow sword in Yan Bailou's hand turned into a flying snowflake and dissipated in the world with the wind. The white tower god covered his chest with his hand, looking a little embarrassed, but his eyes were extremely greedy.

Very aggressive, looking at the crutch that was inserted into the ground with a stern slash.

He walked towards the crutch.

Suddenly, a wave of sword spirit emitted from the blade, and the sound of anger broke through the sky with a roar of anger. The wave of air caused a series of ripples of snow around.

The cold wind was mixed with flying snow, and the flying snow was mixed with knife intentions and rushed towards him, and the white tower god could not help but cover his eyes.

He felt the anger of the knife!

When he frowned again and watched the crutch from afar, the latter was furious and released the last wisp of knife thought, and finally shocked the blade and broke into countless pieces scattered.

This is the earth that buried the former master!

Knife is destroyed and a person is killed!

Since then, the seventh sword of Tianque, Bai Yu, left the world.

Bai Yu will never practice the two paths in his life.

Bai Yu's sword also does not serve the second master.

It was originally an ordinary thing, but it realized the infatuation in the hands of the sword cynical, so it became infatuated.

It used its strongest roar and reluctance to scold the heavens, and finally dispersed its cultivation in the sadness and destroyed itself!

The White Tower God General stood quietly in the snow, and even couldn't believe his eyes. He looked at the place where the knife was destroyed and clenched his fists secretly.

A long-lasting sigh came from somewhere in the sky. The sound was helplessness, regret... gradually moving away.

"Sky Knife!"

Yan Bailou raised his sword eyebrows lightly, looked at the dim sky from afar, and coughed a few times. He could not find the figure of sighing sound, and finally calmed down a little in his heart.

Then he looked at the heavy snow in the imperial capital and shook his head gently.

The light cough, supported by the Bailou God General, was buried in the howling cold wind by the heavy snow...

It's dawn.

There seems to be no night in the Forgetful River behind Zizhuxuan, Bodhi Academy.

The color of the glacier in the dark is the same as that in the daytime. Luo Changfeng lived in this Forever River and was not used to the never-ending routine here.

So he couldn't sleep all night.

Luo Changfeng opened the door and was about to go out to pay homage to his senior brother, but Huangfu Yi happened to come to the door.

"Master is back, please meet with me."

Huangfu Yi glanced at Luo Changfeng and turned around and left.

Luo Changfeng looked at Huangfu Yi's back. For some reason, the feeling that this taciturn senior brother gave him today seemed to be more serious than yesterday.

Especially when I mentioned the word "Master", Luo Changfeng felt a little solemn.