As a sword master of the Goguryeo generation, Fu Xifeng has his own inviolable pride, and the failure of this Dragon Pill has dealt him a big blow. He has always been arrogant, as long as he makes a move, there is no task that he can't complete, but this time he planted it, and planted it on the bodies of several teenagers. This made him how to be willing, how to be able to face this tragic defeat, so his pace was not fast.

He just walked down from the Tianchi Lake at random, and his steady steps made deep footprints on the thick snow in the mountain path. He held his slightly crooked high crown, and at his waist he still carried his only peerless sword of Goguryeo, which had been more famous than him for a long time. I don't know why, a heavy force came from his waist, and he felt that he had humiliated the good sword hanging from his waist.

The sword is a good sword, but he thinks that the person who made the sword is himself, but he has suffered an unprecedented defeat. That kind of low-hanging fruit success slipped away in his own hands, and he couldn't accept this fact all at once. Why did the white dragon choose to shoot Yuan Dan at the young man in the end, and what did the young man do to the white dragon, his brain was thinking quickly. With his strength, he knew that he would definitely be able to easily take that Yuan Dan, but the final result was that he was defeated miserably.

The most hateful thing in his heart was that he was actually defeated by several young people who had not yet reached the age of weak crowns, he gritted his teeth, raised his head and looked at the night sky in the sky, and the endless night lead bloomed like water. The endless secluded night and the boundless remnant snow reflected each other, the glittering light permeated, and the light mist slowly rose from the melting remnant snow, and the silence fell like water in the quiet night. But his heart was surging like a tide, and he could not calm down for a long time, and the taste of failure destroyed his mind like a knife.

For a long time, he still did not come out of the defeat, and when he looked at the vast snow forest under his feet, the mountains were covered with the thick snow, and he could not see the end. The rugged mountain peaks stretch ahead, and the endless snowfield peaks and forests are endless, and the snow scene of Changbai Mountain can't stop rising and falling in his eyes.

"Thousands of mountains and peaks welcome the snow, and the cold stream of Yinchuan falls into the waning moon." Fu Xifeng said in a low voice, and the magnificent scenery like thousands of ravines suddenly filled his heart. However, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, and the magnificent snow, it is difficult to fill the resentment in his heart, whether it is the quiet night of Changbai Mountain at this time, or the endless snow, or the magnificent mountains and mountains, in his heart once again turned into that dazzling golden light.

Fu Donglin once said that his Fu Xifeng's heart was too narrow, but he didn't think so, and it was only at this time that he really understood the meaning of Fu Donglin's words. It's not that his heart is too narrow, but that he, Fu Xifeng, has always been shrouded in the shadow of Fu Donglin. Fu Donglin is too dazzling, even though the gap between him and Fu Donglin is gradually narrowing, Fu Donglin is still Fu Donglin, the first sword master in Goguryeo.

Regarding such an ethereal thing as Long Yun, he actually believed it, and Fu Donglin did not stop it, but sent several swordsmen to him. In the end, he didn't even save a swordsman, so they lost their lives in vain, even if there was a Jin Dazhong who still had life, but it was not as good as death. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, blindly persistent, so that his state of mind turned into a dead corner, and he knew that it was difficult for him to get out of that dead corner.

The abrupt rocks, a thick layer of residual snow, and the cold night reflected his lonely figure, and his palm couldn't help but caress the peerless sword that was abandoned by Fu Donglin. From the scabbard, he faintly felt the sword emitting a burst of angry roars, and the sword was the same as his heart at this time, angry and helpless. There are many kinds of encounters in life, and luck is naturally one, but the cultivation of the state of mind is even more important, and he almost forgot that Fu Donglin had told him like this.

For Fu Donglin, he naturally doesn't have any hatred, Fu Donglin has always been his target to catch up, although the gap between him and Fu Donglin in cultivation is getting smaller and smaller, but he knows that the difference between his vision and Fu Donglin is getting bigger and bigger. And the reason why he is unwilling must not be because Fu Donglin has been suppressing him, but because his self-esteem as a sword master is a bit perverted.

"I didn't expect you, a Goguryeo swordsman, to compose poems, but it was beyond the general's expectations." A voice suddenly appeared in Fu Xifeng's ears. Fu Xifeng heard the voice, but he didn't think so, he looked coldly at the Yelu Qishi who was slowly stepping on the snow from the mountain path.

"What's all the fuss about, we Goguryeo people have always admired you in the Tang Dynasty in the Central Plains, and we are all proud of knowing the culture and customs of your Central Plains people. casually said a sentence or two, if you want to say that it is poetry, you can't talk about it, General Yelu doesn't know how to feel about this time. Fu Xifeng said to the other party very calmly, and his body was full of strong true qi at the same time, and he was carefully guarded. For Yelu Qi Shi, he can't see through the other party's cultivation, he feels that Ye Lu Qi Shi's cultivation will definitely not be worse than his own, and this person's sudden appearance at this time is probably not a good thing.

"The treasures of heaven and earth are destined to be obtained, what do you have to think about? It seems that Fu Jianshi is still unwilling, but also, just those few young people who have not dried up actually took away the Yuan Dan, and whoever is in it will be unwilling. But this general is different, I am fortunate to have it, I have lost my life, everything is fate. Yelu Qishi said more plainly, as if he had returned empty-handed and had not been affected in any way, as if he was just walking by the way.

"General Yelu can really see it, and this seat doesn't have such a wide state of mind. But the matter has come to this point, and it will not help, and you must look at it if you can't see it. It's just that I don't know what General Yelu wants to do when he catches up with this seat, isn't General Yelu still cooperating with the old ghost of Fusang, why don't you see the old ghost? Fu Xifeng asked suspiciously. He naturally knew what good things would happen if this Yelu Qi Stone suddenly appeared here, and besides, the Fuso ninja had gone before him, and Yelu Qi Stone looked as if he had just caught up with him.

"That guy, he should have returned to their Fusang country at this time." Yelu Qishi said nonchalantly.

Hearing Yelu Qishi's careless words, I don't know why, Fu Xifeng's heart couldn't help but tighten, and a sharp light shot out of his eyes towards the other party. He naturally knew the true meaning of what the other party was saying, but what made him feel shocked was that this Yelu Qishi's movements were too fast. He didn't even feel when Yelu Qishi had surpassed him and killed the Fuso ninja, which made him extremely shocked.

He naturally knew that Iga left Tianchi Lake before himself, and the next was himself, and he knew that the Khitan general was the last one among the three of them to leave Tianchi Lake, although he didn't know what was going on, but he knew that Yelu Qishi should give up fighting for the White Dragon Yuan Dan. Although there were many ways down the mountain from Lake Tianchi, Yelu Qishi was surprised by the speed at which Yelu Qishi killed the Fuso ninja who left before him.

"I can't imagine that General Yelu even killed his own partner, so this time he shouldn't have come to kill this seat." Fu Xifeng was secretly on guard, and he quietly activated the true yuan of his whole body. His left hand had quietly unfastened the hidden clasp of the sword, ready to draw the sword at any time. He was very jealous of Yelu Qishi's strength, so he naturally had to go all out, although he didn't know how the Fuso ninja was killed by Yelu Qishi, but the extraordinary speed had already shocked him.

"You guessed it, but there's no reward for guessing right. The old ghost of Fuso was stabbed in his throat by me, and he swallowed for a long time before he died. For the sake of your guess right, let you die a happy death, so that you don't have to suffer so much before you die. Yelu Qishi condensed a deep sea-like aura around him, and from his gloomy eyes, there was a faint cold light.

Fu Xifeng's heart moved, and with a "bang", a streamer in his hand flashed. I saw him roll up a terrifying and dazzling streamer and rush towards the Yelu Qi stone. And Yelu Qishi obviously didn't stand still as easily as he did against the Fuso ninja, he rubbed hard under his feet, and his body rolled up a whistling wind towards the dazzling streamer.

The Goguryeo swordsman was shocked in his heart, and the streamer in his hand changed, and suddenly from the peerless sword, thousands of strong rays shot out, and the strong rays of the Dao Dao made a sharp and piercing sound in the air. And before he arrived, the sword rays that were stirring around the sword had already shot out first, only to see the Dao Dao strong mangs dazzling the eyes, and the air around them was all rolled up, and the figure of Fu Xifeng was hidden in that Dao strong mang.

Yelu Qishi's eyes shrank slightly, and he stretched out his right fist and shouted loudly, only to see that his fist performance immediately spread out layers of ripple-like fists. That fist contained the power between heaven and earth, with that fist as the center, it rippled around, and the endless layers of fists turned into a semicircle visible to the naked eye and surged forward. Suddenly, there was a cracking sound in the air, it was the speed of the fist that was too fast, compressing the air around it and making a huge powerful popping sound.

The fist stirred up a layer of dark lustrous ripples, and the semi-circle formed towards the dazzling and brilliant sword rays. "Hiss•••••••" There was a shrill and sharp sound, the sound was like a silk cloth tearing, the sound was short and urgent, and soon the sound disappeared. However, the brilliant sword light that shot out of the Dao Dao collapsed and shattered under the strong blows of the layers of dark ripple-like fists, and the figure of the Great Sword Master of Goguryeo was forced to appear in the fragmented sword light.

Fu Xifeng's eyes were shocking, he didn't expect Yelu Qishi to be so strong, he had already overestimated the other party, but he felt that his overestimation was still wrong, and it was outrageously wrong. The wrong judgment of the opponent will inevitably lead to the development of the battle situation, and this outcome is another defeat. His body swirled sharply in the air, and the surging sword qi once again shot out a burst of light like a note towards the Yelu Qishi that was steadily rushing towards him.

That sword-like light swept away with a shocking momentum, but Fu Xifeng's body swirled in the air and retreated, he didn't expect his sword light to cause any obstacles to the other party. He could only retreat, and after his body spun in the air a few times, he landed in one breath, and a terrifying aura of death enveloped him. He looked closely, only to find that Yelu Qishi's figure had pierced through the sword, reaching him at an incredible speed, and then he saw an iron fist with a whistling sound smashing into his chest.

"Poof", a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth like an arrow, his dejected body was blown away by the punch, and the brilliant sword in his hand also came out of his hand. He only felt the pain in his chest like a collapse, and the pain made his eyes glow golden. The true qi around his body collapsed like a pour, and he fell softly into the snow, his eyes could not hide the look of horror, looking at the Khitan general who slowly stepped step by step.

With a "squeak", he saw a white shadow snatching up the sword that he had taken off his hand and flew away, and then he saw the sword in the white shadow's hand slashing towards his neck with a flash of cold light. Then, he felt a chill hit his neck, and finally his consciousness seemed to fall into endless darkness.