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The mist covers the breeze.

Thick frost covers the remaining snow.

The purity of this wind does not come from purity, but from cold.

The residual snow does not originate from the little, but from the light.

Therefore, the wind and snow are connected, and the coldness cannot be reduced.

In such a special environment, there are not many things that can slowly melt them, but Li Congke's body happens to be the same, but it is neither the usual goose return knife nor the Jade Guanyin that was rumored to be kidnapped by him. It is just the blood that has slowly flowed on him since the moment he was born.

It is mixed with pale red, and because of the impact of colors and the entanglement of breath, it always looks more unusual and eye-catching. However, breaking through the blockade of cold and melting the cold wind and snow is destined not to be either of the two.

It will only be warm, but it can only be warm. The reason for this is not simple, but it must be pure, so pure that no matter how many times the mask on the face is changed or how many scars on the body are added, unless you die completely without any awareness, the final warmth will always remain in your body as a support for the next step.

So far, this is the most unquestionable thing in his heart.

"Would you use your skills to break the way..."

There are many legends and legends in the world, and there are also many rumors.

Among them, if the killing speed is extremely fast, the murdered person will not immediately dissipate his consciousness at the moment his life is over. Instead, he will have a little dying. This is probably the most curious but also the most representative remark that makes people dare not try easily.

Today, today is gone, but Li Congke will never regard it as a rumor that is not worthy of trust.

Just because the white horse stepped on the snow, the silver spear was opened, and the moment of shock, after the line of life and death, the door was broken, and Tang Yanchen, whose true energy was scattered, still held high the black and white spear that had already formed frost in an instant, never loosened, and slowly spit out these characters about "the difference between skills and Taoism" in an unknown tone.

Li Congke naturally did not respond to this, not only because after this shot, his true energy was almost gone, but also because he was pierced through his heart vein by a shot. At this moment, Tang Yanchen, who was no longer angry, could not hear his voice.

Perhaps it was because of the speed that Tang Yanchen's face was shocked, but he couldn't see any pain. If the picture was frozen at this moment, his departure would undoubtedly appear more peaceful and peaceful.

But the "good season" of killing people and sacrificing horses, calmness obviously cannot and should not be the main theme around.

The so-called white horse and silver spear appear in the image of that person, which is a symbol and a legend. It is used by Li Congke. It is a meteor that looks like a fleeting meteor that suddenly shines, and it is hard to save a gun and a horse after all its uses.

One move is just one shot, and after the moves, it is difficult to find the gun tip. It is not unacceptable to the mysterious world of the world.

He was able to tow a truck before, and after the snow dyed the mane, he transformed into two divine white horses. However, after the silver spear pierced through Tang Yanchen's heart vein, he immediately fell down like a palace that had lost its pillar. His momentum was so rapid that he almost buried Li Congke, who was seriously injured, into the snow, which was really full of bizarre absurdity.

"Tang Tiexhuang's parent-child, Tang Wushuang's nephew, is very likely to become the leader of the future Shu Tang Sect. It is worthwhile to use his life to commemorate you."

What I thought in my heart has never been put on the surface, but the meaningful smile under the mask shows it.

But even Tang Yanchen, who was most likely to take his life here and took off his mask, died under the white horse and silver spear because of a moment of negligence. At this moment, who else can truly understand this arc except himself?

"Tang Yanchen is dead, and I don't have enough true energy. You are lurking for a long time and suddenly appear. You must have made up most of your mind, and there is no need to wait for the remaining half."

The smile under the mask is secret, but the teasing meaning that Li Congke carries when he says this is relatively obvious.

There can be something else hidden in words, and there can be a smile.

Therefore, he, who is already good at flying swords, hid the blade in laughter and hurt people's hearts without breathing, which is easier and more reasonable.

However, the content of this statement itself is somewhat beyond the sense of reason.

Flying snow is covered with silver. Whether it is a person or a thing, as long as it is slightest difference from the pure whiteness, it is impossible to reach a seamless and perfect state.

People who practice swords always strive to be accurate and just right in every sword, and small flying knives are no exception, and they are even more strict in their eyesight. As the leader among them, Li Congke's eyesight is keen.

But it was indeed after the man took the initiative to show that he began to notice the third aura that was different from him and Tang Yanchen.

Although Tang Yanchen died under the white horse and silver spear, his energy was dissipated and his mind was not as empty and dead as the other twenty-two cavalry who were caught by the six ghost mothers in a short period of time. Because of this, although his life was cut off by the silver spear, his anger was still left, which was beyond the ordinary dead.

Li Congke was seriously injured and was still alive in his body. His anger was relatively heavier, but even if he merged the aura of the two people into one, it was not as strong as the slightest performance of the man.

Before nightfall, there are no stars in the sky.

But stars were the first to shine on the ground.

The stars flow and the fire, and the sword falls, are not auspicious or evil.

A little cold light swept the wind for thousands of miles in a small inch.

A little fire light melted thousands of feet in an instant.

A person who can quietly release such extraordinary light in his every move will only be more responsive to restrain himself. Li Congke can imagine that the specific cultivation of this person is really unknown.

It’s not that he lacks eyesight and has not reached the realm, but that human cultivation is based on a field that he yearns for and is unfamiliar with, which is a substantial difference from the true energy of martial arts practitioners.

"This is a bad thing. What should be thought about is still to think, what should be waited for is my business, and of course it should be dominated by my thinking. How can it change with the changes in other people's state?"

Li Congke's laughter and voice were full of seriousness, but this person was just the opposite. His voice was full of jokes. Before he could meet him, he felt more frivolous than a drunkard and gambler.

But the starlight appears because of him, but the star element is born because of him.

In the pale pale stained by bright red, his sudden appearance was colorful and fantastic, but if he took those "lights" off his body bit by bit, he looked not an outstanding person. At least ordinary people would never notice his existence in three breaths.

After hearing the sound, Li Congke locked his position in just one breath.

The former's thinking is not something that ordinary people can possess, and the latter's position is also very accessible to people.

The reason why Tang Yanchen's black and white gun was more than four feet deep into the ground was that his true energy was strong, the second was that his spear was sharp and sharp, and the third was that he used the top-down high-level momentum. This man went against the way, and rushed up from the bottom like a spring bamboo shoot that broke through the ground, using the sky spirit cap as a mountain-opening axe, not only to say that he had cracked stones and destroyed snow, but even the blood that should have flowed to that place was cut off.

This is no longer bizarre, it is really tricky!

"I didn't expect that before I understood the essence of the qi-watching astrology technique, I first saw your use of Qimen Dunjia. Today's astrology masters do not follow the ancient style and have many whimsical ideas. They cannot judge them with common sense. Ahem, but to be honest, your earth escape technique is indeed awesome, and I admire you very much!"

"Ground Escape Technique? Returning to the groundhog! Twenty-three, I really don't remember my master?!"

Originally, Li Congke, who had lost his true energy and was destined to be destined to hear this, and cold sweat broke out all over his body. The wind and snow hit, and his body trembled even more. However, the situation that followed was not that the pores were blocked and the meridians were blocked. Instead, there seemed to be clear qi in his internal organs. It was like branches and leaves, and then it was a flower crown, maintaining the only remaining ray of life.

Why is this so?

Just because the number Twenty-three, which is considered ordinary to most people, is of extraordinary significance to Li Congke. It is both his nickname and his birthday.

"you......"

"You are like a fool, with such a thick layer of impenetrable mask on your face. No wonder you are not sure if you are not sure about the person, you can only judge by your qi. I heard that you were not in the Shu Tang Sect and went to Baihua Palace, and I felt something was wrong. What kind of men can a group of women develop? There is a Shu dialect, melon..."

The sudden change caught Li Congke offended, but the next sentence was as expected by him.

"Oh, I remember it, melon!

The young man who went against the road and rushed up from the bottom, temporarily only exposing his upper half of his body grinned, revealing two rows of neat teeth, and habitually swung his thighs. When he realized, he had to "understand" bounce the snowflakes around him.

"You are... Xiao Xingzi?"

It seemed that he was still a little uncertain. After pausing for a long time, Li Congke, who turned his head and moved the mask, called out the following three words with a tentative meaning. Although the answer he received was not awesome, it seemed even more unquestionable when it came to his ears.

"Nonsense! Apart from my master, who is the other astrology master willing to travel through the wind and snow to save a dying person like you?"

Li Congke said in a doubt: "That is true, you looked like a teenager when I first entered Shu seven years ago. Seven years have passed, and your figure and appearance are still the same as before, and there is not much change. This is much more surprising than if you transformed from a warlock into a star master in the world!"

Then I heard the strange boy laugh and said, "I told you a long time ago that the two words "Young Master" are already an extremely low-key name for me, and my figure and appearance are the same. It's not that I'm not old, but the time is not right. I don't want to grow up, so even though I look younger than you, I really have to call you a senior, you must at least call me brother, twenty-three, do you know?"

He felt very relaxed, and Li Congke simply lay flat on the snow, ignoring the coldness that was passing through his clothes and his muscles and bones, and slowly said: "Whether you grow up depends on your own thoughts? If this is true, your strangeness is no less than the Six-Dao Ghost Mother, which makes me suddenly look forward to the grand occasion that you and her appeared in front of me at the same time."

The boy sighed and said, "Stop, I can't expect anything anyway. I am a star master, not a Feng Shui master. If you deal with ghosts, you can avoid it. But her husband is quite interesting."

"You said Xu Lang?"

"Xu Lang? Haha, it's probably also a pseudonym."

"You have seen him? What about Rose, how is she?"

"Look at you nervous, twenty-three, there is a reason why I didn't stop Tang Yanchen before you shot the last shot. I will save you first. There will be fewer thorny flowers in Baihua Palace. If you save her first, you will be seriously injured at most and will not go to see the King of Hell."

Not knowing where the power was coming out, Li Congke suddenly sat up, and regardless of his own injury, he pulled the boy's cuff straight up and asked anxiously: "Who is taking care of her right now?"

The boy was stunned at first, and then he replied, "My grandpa."

In a blink of an eye, Li Congke was stunned: "You still have grandpa? Why haven't you heard you talk about it before?"

"My full name is Shen Xingguan. Haven't you told you before?"

The star element is surging, and if wings are born on the back, Shen Xingguan has not finished speaking, and the person has already flew out. It is less than seven feet long and is as thin as a monkey. At first glance, it is more agile and not strong enough. It is indeed difficult to compare with an adult man based on his appearance alone.

As a result, Li Congke became a single hover in the air, and the speed of the transition from front to back was unexpected, but judging from his reaction, his attention was obviously not here.

"Star Lord Shen Sinan..."
Chapter completed!