[Comprehensive + Sword III] Alliance of Lovelorn

The cold moon is like frost, the river is gurgling, and the mist is vast for thousands of miles, only the mountains are undulating.On the surface of the river, a small boat floated down the river and gradually entered the boundary of the Valley of the Evil. On the boat stood a woman who was all over the country and independent of the world. Hair fluttering in the wind, endless romantic charm.

The woman played the flute, and her white skirt bloomed like a lotus. It was really pure and pure, but the corners of the skirt were stained with blood, like red plums in the snow, shining brightly.Qingling's flute music spread throughout the Valley of the Evil, causing those with low internal energy to suffer terribly in an instant, like needles pricking their brains.

The powerful enemy came, and the masters of the Valley of the Wicked all gathered to fight. Chu Yunmiao pulled out the Moon-Buying Sword and walked away on the waves.Crystal snowflakes floated in the night sky, Chu Yunmiao smiled like a holy Nine Heavens Goddess, but her eyes were frosty, so beautiful and indifferent.

She is like a frightened bird, like a swimming dragon, and she is still able to do a job well surrounded by a group of masters. The moon burial sword is as bright as snow, and it has slaughtered countless lives in the confrontation. The bright red blood blooms on the blade, which is strange Such as Manzhushahua.

In a short while, Chu Yunmiao had killed hundreds of people in a row. At this time, Kang Xuezhu, Shen Mianfeng, and Monk Chen, who had the highest martial arts in the valley, immediately joined forces to attack. As a result, countless icicles formed and shot towards them, forcing them back dozens of steps, then they stepped forward at a high speed, and slapped Monk Chen's chest with a palm.

In an instant, Monk Chen felt a chill invade his internal organs, making him feel like falling into a river of ice.At the same time, Kang Xuezhu and Shen Mianfeng's palms attacked, Chu Yunmiao had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​giving Monk Chen a sword, and walked away.

Shen Mianfeng was the first to catch up with Chu Yunmiao, and he slapped Chu Yunmiao's face. The sleeve covered his fist, and the angry dragon seemed to have fallen into a swamp, unable to use any strength.

With a click, Shen Mianfeng's hand was broken by Chu Yunmiao, and his whole body was thrown out like a sack. He knew that the other party didn't want his life with this move, so he lay on the ground obediently, Keep company with Monk Chen.

Then only Kang Xuezhu was left. He thought that Shen Mianfeng was dead, so he ran away immediately, and Chu Yunmiao followed him like a cat playing with a mouse, making a cut on his body from time to time , let him bathe in blood and despair.

After playing with Kang Xuezhu for half an hour like this, Chu Yunmiao broke his hands and feet, stepped on his face like stepping on garbage, and proudly announced: "I, Wang Yifeng, the eldest daughter of the Langya Wang family, the imperial court The most wanted criminal will be the owner of the Valley of the Wicked from now on!"

The moonlight is like training, Chu Yunmiao's white clothes are stained with blood, like a hell Shura, this scene is extremely beautiful, it is a peerless movement intertwined with death and blood, like a flower falling on the blade, cruel on the one hand, gentle on the other, Kang Xuezhu suddenly understood What does the most perfect statue that I have been pursuing all this time look like? A frenzied light burst out in my eyes.

Ten years later, Tibetan Sword Villa

It was another winter, the vegetation was carved zero, and the mountains were full of bleakness. In the plum forest of Jianzhong, the blossoming white plum blossoms were like snow, and Lingshuang stood proudly.Different from those colorful and delicate flowers, the plum blossoms are sparse and unrestrained, like an independent hermit, with a proud body, which is most liked by that person.

Ye Ying stood in the quiet and deserted plum grove, his hair was white like snow, his eyes were closed, and the plum blossom birthmark on his forehead was shining brightly, reflecting his jade-like face, as bright as the bright moon in nine days.

The voice of Ah Ying seemed to echo in her ears again, and Ye Ying suddenly remembered that period of teenage years that was as beautiful as water and moon.When he was ten years old, he was punished by his father to go to Jianzhong to realize the sword. It was here that he met Fengmei. At that time, she asked herself with a smile: "Mr.

Fengmei was born in the Wang family of Langya. She was influenced by poetry, etiquette and righteousness since she was a child.The two of them have been together for ten years. They have cooked tea and discussed Taoism, practiced swordsmanship, watched the snow in front of the porch, and met each other for a long time. Apart from her, he would never like anyone else...

But today, ten years ago, the imperial court issued an arrest warrant, saying that Fengmei had slaughtered all of Zigong, and everyone was punished, so everything was over.At that time, he really tried everything to get to Fengmei and asked her what was going on. He believed her, he knew her!

But so what?Fengmei never came to look for him, she fled all the way to the Valley of the Wicked under the pursuit of people from all walks of life, and since then, there is no legacy of the Queen Langya in the world, only the legacy of the Snow Demon King of the Valley of the Wicked.

Ye Ying would send her disciples to the Valley of the Evil every year, but there was no reply until this year, when Feng Mei returned to him, she said: I have forgotten you.

Forgot... At that moment, Ye Ying felt a heavy frost and snow falling down, covering his whole world.

Entering my lovesickness door, you know that lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness is long-term lovesickness, short-term lovesickness is endless, Fengmei has forgotten him, but he has been waiting here for a person who will never come again.

Thousands of miles away, on the snow-covered Kunlun Mountains all the year round, when Ye Ying was thinking of Chu Yunmiao, Chu Yunmiao had never forgotten him. She stood on the cold and windy cliff, looking at the hidden sword far away in the sky. In the villa, he suddenly remembered that autumn, when the boy in yellow clothes stood under the ginkgo tree and waited for him, and gave him a sword.

"Sister Feng, this is the sword I forged for you. When I'm not by your side, it will protect you for me."

Now the Moon-Buying Sword is still there, but people are far apart. The world is indeed impermanent. Chu Yunmiao sighed for a while, and was about to leave when he heard a commotion. A group of people chased the two children and ran to the side of the cliff coming.She quietly hid herself in the snowy forest and observed the competition secretly.

"Hand over the "Kong Ming Jue", and spare you!" Hearing what the martial artists were saying, Chu Yunmiao immediately guessed what was going on, and she watched one of the children being forced to jump off the cliff, The other rushed forward and tried his best before walking out.

In the bone-chilling snow, Mo Yu was stabbed with swords and fell to his knees. He stared at the group of so-called benevolent men in front of him, wishing he could bite their throats. They were the ones who killed Mao Mao!Even if he is a ghost, he will never let them go!

The butcher's knife in front of him was raised high, and suddenly, a white-haired woman stepped on the snow, and with a light wave of her bare hand, she shot an ice needle, knocking down the murder weapon that was about to be thrown on Mo Yu's body.

"Who!" The gang of martial arts scum were shocked, looking at the magnificent white-haired woman, one of them changed his face suddenly, and said tremblingly, "You...you are... a snow demon?!"

What?snow devil? !All of a sudden, everyone's face changed, and they fled when they heard the news. They were so majestic just now, as if they could dominate everything, but they all turned into clowns in front of this woman.

Pieces of snowflakes floated up in the dark night, and when they landed on Chu Yunmiao's fingertips, they immediately turned into sharp ice edges.The plain white jade finger, crystal clear frost, shone beautifully under the moonlight, but the snap of the finger brought death.

The blood that looked like a rose fell on the ground, like a manjusawa growing from hell, so enchanting and dangerous, and full of fatal attraction.Chu Yunmiao stood there, dressed in spotless white clothes, as pure as snow.Those dark jade-like eyes swept towards Mo Yu lightly, indifferently as if rising from a cloud of dust. At that moment, Mo Yu almost thought he saw the Immortal Gushe.

So, is this the world-famous Snow Demon?So evil and pure coexist, seriously, it is so magnificent!

"Would you like to follow me into the Valley of the Wicked?" Irony, irony, righteous people chased him to death, and the one who saved him in the end was the devil who was wanted to be killed in the world!Mo Yu looked at the cliff where Mao Mao fell, and nodded: "I wish!"

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#王弗风性转转#

#all Pharaoh#

#莫雨病汉，验师杀祖先，天打雷销#

#Lao Wang panting under the body of Master Shaogu#

#From Hidden Sword to Changge and then to the Valley of the Wicked, the Valley Master Peach Blossoms#

#All rivers and lakes want to overturn the valley master#