The first winter snow on Jiahuang Mountain came unexpectedly, as if the calmness hanging in the blade for several years was just waiting for the knife to rise at this moment. Xuezi was careless in the daytime, as if playing the piano, echoing the sonorous and cruel intercourse sounds. Before she could land, she turned into the warm blood, adding a strong tragic under the Dead River.

That night, after the fierce battle, life was exhausted. It was only when the heavy snow came, and it covered the sky and the earth with one hand to soothe the bloody under the feet of the fugitives.

The red clothes were gasping violently. The snowflakes fell on her red clothes one after another, and after melting, it was filled with the cold that penetrated into her bones.

The man had already chased out of three mountains with no intention of giving up. No matter how strong she was, she was just at the end of her strength. When Xiao Jin opened the barrier of the stone-Stone in the Stone, he was retaliated against by the divine power of the Mirror Realm Stone, and his injuries were also severe.

And at that person's domineering speed... I'm afraid he'll catch up in a short while. She made up her mind and stopped suddenly, only to find that the escaped night sky was so sad, as if it was covered with blood that could not be wiped out for several lifetimes. She calmly said to the man in black beside her, "You go first."

"Then you keep it for death?" Xiao Jin slowed down, raised his eyebrows coldly, attached his usual sarcastic tone, and sneered at her decision.

Hongyi covered her bloody chest and forced herself to breathe: "Don't worry, I can't die. No more—"

At this point, the deep pupils under her mask suddenly darkened, and their tone seemed to turn sad, "I took off my mask."

"Silly, I'll still lose all my efforts after hiding for eight years." Xiao Jin stared at the fierce woods behind her with some sloping night wind. The next moment, he turned around and walked away without hesitation, and threw down a disdainful sentence, "If you don't return to the imperial capital alive, you will know the consequences yourself."

"If you want to get out, get out quickly." Hongyi shouted coldly impatiently.

The black shadows swaying in the woods became more and more violent. The long wind stomped with heavy snow, wrapped in murderous aura, peeling off the long hair in red and her charming skirt.

Seeing Xiao Jin walking away, his frown under the red mask relaxed a little.

As soon as he turned around, he saw that the man who was chasing them was standing at the exit of the woods, only a few steps away. Behind him were the heavy mountains and the distant Mo Tower standing tall on the top of Jiahuang Mountain.

He was still in a unchanging black and wide robe, and his graceful face gradually showed its outline from the darkness. His unruly long hair was bulging in the wind, and the snow was beside him, as if he was a suave god descending to earth. Oh, she almost forgot that he was the savior god in people's eyes, Baili Fengjian, the sword saint in the Nanqiong of Jiahuang Mountain.

But tonight, this God of Savior's face was a little bad. There was also a strong smell of alcohol coming to his face.

But I vaguely heard that he has been drinking more than the past eight years, and this rumor seems to be true.

Hongyi had imagined many possibilities in the past eight years, but after so long, the cold confrontation they met on the narrow road still made her illusion whether she had crossed the years of several lifetimes.

The dragon abyss white sword in his hand, with the dragon bone as the core cast jade as the handle, was as before, and the sword light was swirling in the heavy snow of Jiahuang Mountain.

The sword light reminded her of the winter days many years ago. In the woods under the Mo Tower, he was drunk and insisted on teaching her to dance swords in the heavy snow. The sword energy flew over the wind chimes on the Mo Tower and made a nice sound, and bursts of resounded in the wind and dust.

At that time, she pretended to be disdainful and stood on the side and watched, refusing to learn. She slandered him by relying on the sword to deceive the ignorant girl Chunxin, but she clearly saw the helpless depression in his sword that she wished she could save the world with her mighty body.

But he hid everything, full of injustice, and refused to give in and asked her over and over again whether the master was handsome or not, she refused to surrender. In the end, he fell asleep in the snow without warning. The corners of his mouth were still slanted and he murmured: "A Che, is the master handsome or not..."

However, his sword tonight changed his carelessness and did not hide his murderous aura.

Are you angry? Hongyi smiled fearlessly. Anyway, Xiao Jin had already left with the Mirror Realm Stone.

What's ridiculous is that she never thought that by chance, she would risk her life to cover Xiao Jin, a lackey in the empire, whom she hated eight years ago, and imprisoned her in the underground Shura field for four years, forcing her to become the culprit of her current cruel and ruthless appearance.

However, Baili Fengjian was abnormal tonight, and she was not surprised at all. Angering him was something she always did. The only difference was that now she could use someone else's identity to hide behind the mask.

After four years of master and apprenticeship, the two of them are unique in the world. Just like a lion and a fly who have been confronting each other for many years, they cannot kill each other, but they have long figured out how to accurately and thoroughly pinch each other's weaknesses.

However, injuring someone, he must first hurt himself. In order to escape and stimulate him, she also made up her mind to tear apart the old wounds from eight years ago to him.

--"If you kill me, you won't know the whereabouts of your little apprentice who has not been heard from for so many years."

--"I clearly heard that she was not favored by you, but I still left a drop of blood in my heart to show you goodbye. It's really pitiful."

He was really stunned. When his subordinates were slow, she took the opportunity to escape. However, she did not expect that he was actually crazy and did not have time to take care of the leaderless Nanqiong Sect, and followed her and Xiao Jin out of the three mountains.

She knew that the so-called "little apprentice" had a great significance in his heart, but she did not expect that this meaning was more than she had imagined.

The sad eyes of Hongyi finally disappeared, and she giggled on her mouth. The soft and glutinous voice had an indescribable charm. Her laughter wandered in the desolate air in the mountains, rubbing past the cliffs, leaving empty and lonely echoes: "The Sword Saint of Baili is really intriguing. It is said that the enemy should not chase after them, but they have followed them so many times. Could it be that they really believed my words and wanted to know the whereabouts of your little disciple from me?"

Baili Fengjian looked at the half-section mask on Hongyi's face, feeling extremely restless. Their voices were so similar, but his Ache would never speak in such a charming and light tone.

Ache was either quarreling with him like an angry little beast, or spoke coldly like a hedgehog standing up. Counting the master and disciple for so many years, they had a few conversations with each other.

And he still remembered that Ache never wore red clothes.

When June Xue was white behind her, Ache, who pinched Wu Nong's soft words, said proudly, "You said I look good in red clothes, but I won't wear them anymore."

Yes, Ache looked very beautiful when he changed into a red dress, like a red shore flower with thorns. When he recalled her, he always thought his little apprentice was quite beautiful, but he used to be clearly the time he saw her, he would want to strangle her to death.

As she had always known, he was the Sword Saint of Jiahuang, the god worshipped in people's hearts, and an existence that was famous all over the world, but when she faced him, she lost all patience and reason.

Baili Fengjian had never seen the face under the red-clothed mask, but he felt that A Cheruo had grown up, probably the one with red-clothed ones, with a beautiful face, long waist-than-clothed hair, and a breathtaking pupil as dark as obsidian.

But this red dress, no one in the world knew that she was famous for her disaster. She was in charge of the 100,000 military power in the imperial capital, calling the wind and rain, and doing all the evil things. Twenty years ago, she was notorious for having a gentle Wu Nong soft voice but acted ruthlessly. Twenty years ago, Ache was still a girl sleeping in the imperial tomb.

Red clothes are definitely not Ache. He will feel at ease by making such a conclusion. Because as long as it is not Ache, he has a way to deal with women in the world.

A certain arc appeared on the corner of his mouth. Baili Fengjian slowly stroked the sword body of Longyuan Baijian, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't say I want to chase you, even if I let you die at this moment, you have no choice."

"Is that so? Since I have the intention to kill me, why didn't I do it early?" Hongyi covered her mouth and chuckled sarcastically. If she was just a girl from the water town of Jiangnan, such a clean laugh would probably make the unprepared people feel relieved.

In the gap between talking, the red-clothed sword had already produced an air sword. However, her true energy had been exhausted in the fierce battle in the daytime, leaving only a thin one. This attack was the last full force, and even sacrificed a lot of cultivation in it, which was quite determined.

"Overbial ability." Xue outlined Baili Fengjian's outline, but she was slightly surprised at the corner of her eyebrows. This kind of paranoid almost destructive and paranoid... Ache was the same.

When the Qi Sword was about to approach, he gently waved his sleeves and blocked it. A gust of wind whistled out, and he forced the Qi Sword that was born in red to be back as soon as possible, and it disappeared into her body in a blink of an eye.

Hongyi let out a cry of pain, and her body was bounced into the air. She was about to fall heavily, but was caught by a rapidly passing Xuanying. However, the catch posture was his slender and jade-like hand that strangled her throat, and then threw her hard on a dead tree.

After an instant suffocation, a large amount of bloody cold air poured in. Red clothes arched their body and gasped, and a mouthful of blood splattered on the snow with a "wow" sound, dyeing his spotless mysterious robe red.

Strangely, even though the defeat in front of him was Hongyi herself, she did not feel much frustrated - no wonder, she could never beat him.

She never beat him unless he lost intentionally. But he is so rebellious that he never loses to her on purpose.

"Where is Ache?" He pressed himself up, losing his last patience tonight. His fingers squeezed her chin hard and forced her to raise her face, no longer keeping her indifferent eyes. His originally casual eyes exuded a fierce murderous intent.

The past years have come together, but three thousand winds and snowstorms are shaking. She is right in front of him, but she must be someone else.

Hongyi smiled sadly and frivolously, and her blood-stained lips made her look even more charming: "The Baili Sword Saint is so sincere in seeking disciples, but Hongyi has to live up to it."
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