Thunderbolt Lord of the Fairy Mountain

Chapter 79
When the isolated city closed its eyes again, the battle outside intensified. Ying Hongxue's incarnation, Ren Pingsheng's swordsmanship was superb, and he was unparalleled in the red-clothed mortal snow.

Hongchenxue in red clothes had a face full of resentment. The more Ren Pingsheng in front of her persisted, the angrier she became. If it weren't for his refusal to save her, her father would not have died.

She also wouldn't spend a lot of her youth running around all day because of her father's death.

Bright red blood threads filled the air, stirring the whole world. The red threads were like blood, soaked in red clothes, red dust, and snow. The two bright colors of snow and blood were intertwined.

"who are you?"

After the sword failed again, Ying Hongxue's strange feeling became more and more intense, and she couldn't help asking, the person in front of her not only had a face similar to her own.

The unique shooting skills and the resentment in her heart didn't seem to be fake. However, her thoughts were confused and she really didn't know how to express it.

"I am Hongchenxue!"

He smiled evilly, raised his eyelids, blood flowed in his eyes, and there was hatred, resentment, and the ultimate murderous spirit in his eyes.

The heaven and the earth circulate, and the bloodlines of light and shadow spread and climb towards the red dust and snow.

"kill!"

Hong Chenxue stabbed straight, not as before, she was focusing on roundabouts to win, this time she speared like a dragon, containing unfathomable strength, shattering the space, and hit 'Ren Pingsheng'.

"you!"

Yinghongxue was out of breath, the Danfeng sword spun around, spun out a circle of airflow, and went away with no force, rolling up the wind and snow all over the sky, like a reverse tornado, enveloping the imperial edict, making it nowhere to go go.

When the sword touched, Yinghongxue felt a burst of force, like a falling rock from a high mountain pressing directly on the heart, the person who was crushed could not breathe, the hand holding the sword vibrated extremely violently, and the pain went straight to the heart.

"Wow!"

A strand of blood pierced through the wind and snow and splashed on the ground, and the Danfeng sword managed to block the incoming imperial edict.

His right hand trembled slightly, and his left hand stroked his chest, so powerful, so majestic.

After moving her stiff hand vigorously, Ying Hongxue felt as if her right hand had been cut off. She lost consciousness and felt only bone-chilling pain.

His brows were furrowed, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he looked back at Old Man Tianjian, who was still lying on the ground.

The eyes became a little blurred, and the space became distant for a while, and the time seemed to be elongated, as if witnessing his uncle again.

Uncle, Hongxue came here with your will, the will of Danfeng Sword will be passed on in my hands, and I will not disappoint your expectations.

Ren Pingsheng's inheritance condensed in his mind is like melting snow, which usually turns into a little bit of consciousness and experience, and gradually begins to melt into Yinghongxue's whole body.

Everything that belongs to Shan Feng's lineage, Ren Pingsheng's swordsmanship, and Boundless Walker seems to have awakened again at this moment and landed here.

At this moment, it was not only Ying Hongxue, but also Ren Pingsheng. The wills of the two were united for the first time, the redemption passed on by the lamps, and the desire to unite for the first time, showing extreme power.

"The rivers and lakes are cold, life and death are merciless, thousands of snow and mountains will not stay"

The cold breath came, and the falling snow dripped and fell around Yinghongxue, and the Danfeng sword was covered with a layer of frost, crystal clear.

The sound of sword chant spread in this empty wilderness until very far away, it has not been so enjoyable for a long time, the boundless walker kept it in the scabbard for too long.

Standing up with her rickety waist, Ying Hongxue wiped off the bright red corners of her mouth, showing a high fighting spirit.

"Hmph, dying!"

Hongchenxue in red said disdainfully, this is the confidence that belongs exclusively to the Emperor's Spear.

The chaotic memory made her a little irritable, let's end this farce sooner!Over the years, so much has been lost!

The rising and falling of the sky changes completely activates the power of the immortal source, and also draws out his unique power of creation.

Ren Pingsheng, who was supposed to belong to the story line, left the Northern Territory, causing a catastrophe, which later affected the change of the timeline.

Then let Ren Pingsheng, who does not belong to time and space, land here, enlighten Ren Pingsheng who is still here, Ren Pingsheng redeems himself, condenses his life inheritance, and passes it on to Yinghongxue.

This caused Ying Hongxue to let go of her old hatred, and the world that came out of the hatred for no reason lost the basis to support the story, and should have disappeared.

But because of the previous series of changes, Hong Chenxue's resentment guarding the source was unwilling to die out, and began to erode another main character in the original story line, and evil came.

Forcibly changing his will, allowing him to maintain the resentment that originally belonged to Hong Chenxue, to maintain the operation of the world, but there is a deviation in it.

The power of vitality made Hongchenxue's resentment go wrong, forming her own spiritual wisdom, claiming to be one, turning into Hongchenxue in red, seeking revenge in her life.

Hongchenxue in red clothes saw Ren Shengsheng still resisting, and the look of contempt in his eyes became even worse. He was not only an ungrateful person, but also a person who was greedy for life and afraid of death.

The imperial edict chanted softly, and spontaneously began to spin, rolling up the wind and snow all over the sky, and the blue dragon went out to sea.

Hey!
A roar that shook the world resounded, and the red-clothed mortal snow began to look a little sad, and a little bit of crystal tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

"die!"

The void collapsed, and she didn't hold back at this moment, she just wanted to end this ridiculous story.

The greedy and selfish brother, the daughter who avenges her father, the scene is so epic, it seems like a story in a drama.

No one would care whether the foster brother had any difficulties, no one would care whether the daughter had a misunderstanding, and no one would pay attention to the heart-piercing yells in it, working hard day and night.

Only those who wish to graciously enmity, big enmities have to avenge the violent side, and carefree scenes will be collected by them, turned into stories, and spread to all parts of the world.

In this way, the performers of the drama benefit, the people in the story gain fame, the people watching the drama enjoy themselves, and there are more topics for chatting after drinking tea.

From this point of view, there is no crime against each other, and no one owes anyone else, so everyone has their own income!
As for the ten years of life and death above the tomb at midnight, I don't think about it, I can't forget it, there is a lonely tomb for thousands of miles, and there is no place to talk about it.

That is another story, no one will pay attention to it, and no one will care.

Guns and swords intersect, powerless, desperate, and the body seems to be flying. Ying Hongxue closes her eyes, listening to the whistling wind next to her ears, thinking about why this is the case.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
The body slapped on the icy snow, setting off a snowstorm all over the ground, and the snow splashed on the face.

There is a cold, icy feeling, I don't know if it is snow or blood.This reminded her of her childhood, when she touched her father's sword for the first time, and the coldness that came through her fingers was somewhat similar to this.

Back then, my father had just killed the enemy, and the blood hadn't been completely cleaned up, that's how it felt.

It's just that when her father stood in front of him and solemnly withdrew the cold sword, keeping her away from despair, this time... who can help him?

In the haze, Ying Hongxue seemed to hear a majestic voice.

"Don't hurt Xue'er!"

　Excuse me, it's over, let me know about the tickets, I sent out ten red envelopes today, and added a lot of fake fans, please don't get me wrong!
　　This book is still hitting the street, so the ticket continues!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)