The Stars Cross the Frost Ocean

It's just wishful thinking, and he once again stabbed you with a sword for the so-called people in the world, but it's only half a point away from the heart.This injury is enough for you to take care of for a while. "

Xue Yang: "..." With a sneer: "Scheming. Do you think I'll be fooled? You're afraid that's the way to deceive him. Find the weakness in people's hearts, and magnify the fear countless times to achieve the purpose of killing the heart. Use this as a threat to seek for yourself. Now, you still want to use it on me? Really, it's ridiculous."

Zhuo Qing: "..." He had a rare loss of speech.

Xue Yang smiled lowly, but his tone was extremely cold: "Also, there must be some story about this lotus fragrance."

Zhuo Qing's brows faintly streaked with a very faint blushing, stained with a bit of anger, as if someone touched his reverse scales, his complexion was extremely gloomy and displeased.He said coldly: "This is not something you should know. Besides, don't forget, for you now, I can strangle you with just one hand." Xue Yang smiled softly, full of provocation and disdain.

Zhuo Qing sighed lightly, with a deep tone, and said hesitantly: "Actually, it's okay to tell you. This was originally a favorite of my old friend. Unfortunately, he died. So, this should be regarded as a way for me to miss him. " Xue Yang's lips curled up, and there was no smile in his eyes: "You are honest." Zhuo Qing showed an extremely sincere expression, and said lightly: "Of course. For a partner, if you are full of lies, wouldn't it be successful?" the dishonest man."

The eyebrows in front of him are slightly raised, the lips are full of smiles, the man in the green clothes and the blue sleeves are dyed with fragrance, the bloody massacre and the warmth are like jade, it seems that two completely different temperaments are combined dangerously and contradictoryly. On him, he has a style of elegance.

Suddenly, his complexion changed, as if some idea had been implemented, he was expected to be flustered, which made him stand up quickly, his phoenix eyes half-closed dangerously, and his tone was unclear: "Someone is here." After finishing speaking, the figure In a flash, it disappeared.Xue Yang supported the wall, stood up slowly, and groped with both hands towards the place near the door bit by bit.

Outside the temple, Xiao Xingchen managed to get out of the thick fog, and a dilapidated ancient temple was reflected in front of him.The pale moonlight was dim, and mottled shadows were cast through layers of tree shadows, which also outlined a bright moonlight on Xiao Xingchen's profile.

He suffocated his breath, and slowly pushed open the door, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, he was anticipating, nervous, fearful, and apprehensive.

A hand quietly stretched out from behind Xiao Xingchen, and suddenly wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him into his arms.

Slightly cold fingers immediately pinched Xiao Xingchen's slender and fragile neck.The strength is so great that it is impossible to break free.If he wanted to move even the slightest bit, the people behind him would definitely snap his neck without hesitation.The door was open, and the dim moonlight shone on Xue Yang's face, covering his sharp-edged cheeks more or less deeply, but those dark eyes that were supposed to be shining were covered with a layer of haze.

The strength in his hands increased a bit, his body leaned forward, and pressed against each other tightly, and the hands around the man's waist also tightened inch by inch. Xiao Xingchen's ears were itchy from his scorching breath. The cold body was surrounded by this dry and warm embrace, and it felt a little hot.Xue Yang's deep voice was a bit hoarse: "Who are you?" Xiao Xingchen was out of breath by the increasing force in his hand, he opened his mouth but couldn't speak, he could only murmur in pain .

Xue Yang smelled the familiar fragrance of his hair, buried his nose into Xiao Xingchen's shin, took a deep breath, and confirmed the identity of the person who came, his originally agitated mood was instantly filled with unwillingness and resentment , the hand loosened a little bit, but did not relax the restraint on him, and the voice was awe-inspiring: "Master Dao, is it you? Heh, maybe you think stabbing me with a sword is not enough, and you want to make up a few more swords?" Xiao Xingchen shook his head vigorously, with a little anger in his heart, he was about to suffocate, he raised his elbow and struck back forcefully.

Xue Yang was hit hard and was not prepared.Then he was staggered by this sudden change, and fell straight to the ground.The pupils are slack, the eyes are dull, the eyes have lost focus, and they are looking straight at the direction in front of them.

That direction was not facing Xiao Xingchen at all.

Xiao Xingchen looked at his series of actions strangely, and felt a little puzzled: "What's wrong with your eyes?"

Xue Yang caught off guard and coughed violently. Hearing him like that, it seemed as if he couldn't breathe, and his internal organs were about to be coughed out.

Finally, Xue Yang gradually calmed down his breathing, his dull eyes were covered with coldness, he turned around following Xiao Xingchen's voice, slowly raised his eyes, with a hint of sarcasm on his face, and sneered: "I asked you , If you don’t want to talk about it, just let it go. But why do you ask me about me? Why do you care about it?” As he spoke, his arms trembled slightly, he touched the wall, stood up with force, his chest faintly There was blood oozing.

At this time, Zhuo Qing appeared in the middle of the room out of nowhere, unlike before, there was a dark red mark between the eyebrows, like the purest and thickest blood.As if all the camouflage had been removed, at this moment, he no longer deliberately pretended to smile, his face was calm, and his eyes were plain with relief.

He opened his mouth slowly, as if his long-cherished wish for many years had finally come true, his voice was free and easy and clear: "You are here." Xiao Xingchen took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, his voice softened with a hint of firmness: "Zhuo Clear." As soon as the words fell, he raised his eyes and looked at Zhuo Qing, but in the eyes of the other party, he saw the meaning of getting rid of Haoran, and a trace of unquestionable determination flashed quickly, and said in a deep voice: "This time, I will not do it again. Let you go."

After that, he smiled slightly, turned over and jumped, the snow-white sword light was like the daylight in the extreme night, shocking and bright.The real energy around Zhuo Qing surged, and the dark light seemed to coat his whole body with a dark edge of coke.A mass of thick black mist kept surging in his hand, and turned into a solid sword, whizzing towards Shuanghua with the desolation of countless death grudges.

The ten-thousand-foot sword light and star ridge illuminated the entire sky above Pingcheng, and the white sleeves fluttered for a while, and several star light and sword shadows stabbed at Zhuo Qing like meteorites falling, mixed with coldness.Zhuo Qing smiled lightly, with black hair fluttering and brows raised, holding a sword and slashing straight at the cold sword edge that took people's lives, the sword shadows all over the sky instantly turned into fragments of stars all over the sky.

The two forces clashed, each took a few steps back, and the hands holding the sword trembled slightly.

Xiao Xingchen swung his sword extremely fast, mixed with endless fierce sword intent. The white clothes flew in the night mist, turning up his sleeves and annihilating every part of Zhuo Qing's energy. The body cleverly blocked the point of the sword that was going straight to his stomach, resisting it up and down.Continuously slapping and throwing sword energy, it is as sharp as a long wind knife and frost arrow.Xiao Xingchen's blood was covered with frost, and his red-stained robes were fluttering, and his fighting spirit almost covered the sky.Suddenly, the sword light rushed straight at Zhuo Qing and stabbed several times, each attack was piercing, whistling as if it wanted to pierce the thick and gloomy sky.Just as Zhuo Qing smashed an attack with his sword, another extremely thin sword light flew across his face in an instant, drawing a delicate and tiny bloodstain.The brows are even more red.

Xiao Xingchen didn't hurt him seriously, so he wasn't annoyed.Zhuo Qing possessed such great strength, he also expected it.

It's just that he can't lose, both for him and for himself.

At the beginning, Xue Yang could only hear the sound of fierce collision of swords and swords, but later, he was able to gradually recognize the vague outline and direction of swords and swords.

The red mark between Zhuo Qing's brows became more and more vivid, just after dispelling Xiao Xingchen's series of swordsmanship, he was about to strike a blow, when there was a sudden pain in his chest, all the black energy around him rushed into his body, and the backlash intensified.The red mark between the eyebrows seems to be dripping with blood.His eyes widened in an instant, his steps were unsteady, and he took a few steps indiscriminately, revealing a lot of flaws.Xiao Xingchen made a sword move, but he didn't catch it firmly, and was thrown to the ground with great force.The bones all over his body seemed to be falling apart, and there were bursts of sharp pain from the gnawing of ants on the tip of his heart.With cold sweat on his head, seeing Xiao Xingchen walking towards him, he suddenly showed a strange smile.

He took out a tiny flying insect from his sleeve and threw it at Xiao Xingchen.The flying insect is one of the poisons he carefully refined. Once it attaches to a person, it will transform into thousands of worms that will eat their flesh and blood and gnaw their bones and muscles.

Seeing that Xiao Xingchen didn't notice, when the flying insect was about to grab Xiao Xingchen's skirt one by one

A sword with blue-colored spiritual power flowing all over its body came out of its hand, and slashed across Xiao Xingchen less than an inch away. With a deep sound, the flying insect was firmly pinned to the edge of the sword on the wall. .

On the hilt of the sword, the word "Jiang Disaster" is clearly engraved.

The smile on Zhuo Qing's lips became more and more strange, he dragged his tired body forcibly, gathered all his spiritual power in one place, and slapped Xue Yang hard at the moment who was unarmed.

Xue Yang took several steps back, half-kneeling on the ground, blood slowly slid from the corner of his mouth, the sword wound on his chest burst open again, and the blood soaked a large piece of the front of his chest.

The sweet smell of blood instantly spread to every corner.

Xiao Xingchen was startled and angry, and Shuanghua's spiritual power flowed even worse, almost piercing through the dark night sky, and swung towards Zhuo Qing.

The severe pain in Zhuo Qing's heart didn't decrease but increased, and there was a sharp and sharp pain in his brain. The previous burst of spiritual power overwhelmed him a lot of physical strength. At this time, the black mist around him was dissipating little by little.

In an instant, Xiao Xingchen was frosty, like a piece of cold snow in the cold moon, the cold killing intent was fully revealed, the autumn wind was blowing, and a sword pierced Zhuo Qing's heart.

Zhuo Qing: "..."

He actually smiled gently and secretly, as if remembering something distant and warm.

With the dull sound of his body falling to the ground, he no longer felt the fear of blood loss from his heart, his pupils