Chapter 232

Two Hundred and Forty: She is Called Candle in the Snow

Ouyang Rong finally saw clearly.

That big bird hovering above Little Gu Mountain. Snow-white all over, four eyes, three feet.

Don't know what kind of strange bird it was.

But that figure standing on the snow-white strange bird, Ouyang Rong only managed to see a cluster of golden long hair dancing in the wind.

The next moment.

The bird and the figure in the sky moved. Turning into a white rainbow. Diving down like lightning. Crashing toward Little Gu Mountain. But her sword Qi was too intense.

In the sky, the Wu-skirt Yue woman fell slowly.

At this moment in mid-air, the golden-haired, Wu-clothed Candle in the Snow didn't know the thoughts of a certain young magistrate halfway up the mountain, and didn't notice his gaze staring up from the crowd at all.

"Aqing" fell faster and faster. Boom--!

She wore a Wu-style long dress, a fox-fur shawl, and carried a long sword on her back.

Above the top of Little Gu Mountain, two top-grade Yunmeng swords were fighting, so for a moment, no one paid attention to the life and death on their side.

One rose.

This young, somewhat outrageous, high-spirited female lord was indeed a gifted Grade 7 sword-path Yunmeng sword.

On the paved stone slabs in the open space in front of the house, a faint cracking sound rang out, and cracks spread like a spider web.

The Qi Refiner looked nervous, turned his head to Liu Fu and Liu Zilin, and said urgently: The lush forest leaves of spring and summer exploded, and broken flowers and fallen leaves flew all over the sky.

It was just that Qiu Shenji never expected that he would meet her in this way and under these circumstances.

And that cluster of soft golden hair, due to the falling momentum, left her shoulders and floated above her head, fluttering violently with the strong wind in the sky, and under the reflection of the scorching noon sun, it was as bright and dazzling as platinum, like a scorching burning flame!

Wei Shaoxuan dropped a sentence, his big hand suddenly tore open the broken hemp clothes on his body, bared his shoulders, bent his knees to exert force, and shot out like an arrow from a ten-stone strong bow.

However, at this moment, her slender and delicate body was like a sharp long sword, sword tip downward, wanting to insert into Little Gu Mountain, which was a sword sheath.

The surrounding green-clad servants preparing for the execution fell down and held their heads. A strong mountain wind suddenly filled the entire Little Gu Mountain.

Ouyang Rong only felt a deafening ringing in his ears. But he shouldn't have recognized it wrong. Although seriously injured.

He turned his head again to signal, leaving the bound Qiu Shenji and Bai Hong at the edge of the cliff to be handled by the four green-clad servants beside him.

"You hold her off, you guys go quickly, Liu Fu protect Third Brother well!" The entire sword furnace room collapsed, splashing dust into the sky.

Ouyang Rong turned over in the air, his body covering the young girl's delicate little body, burying his head and covering his ears.

Deafening.

The snow bird circled in a half-arc and plunged into the sea of clouds.

Beside him, Aqing's body tilted backward, about to fall off the cliff. Ouyang Rong grabbed Aqing's arm with quick eyes and hands and pulled her into his arms.

She descended from the sky like a goddess.

The trajectory was straight, straight up to the nine heavens. Was this... losing the upper hand?

Wei Shaoxuan's expression changed, he collected his mind and threw himself into the battle. On the lawn, Ouyang Rong and the others hadn't had time to blink. She descended again.

Just when these two Grade 7 Yunmeng swords were fighting like gods.

The original fox-fur shawl also floated up from her shoulders, not leaving but not departing, circling around the Wu-skirt woman like a snow-white snake biting its tail.

Getting closer and closer to Little Gu Mountain.

He shook his shoulders, his clothes broken and somewhat embarrassed, his eyes wary.

Because at this very moment, everyone on Little Gu Mountain had their eyes on her, and they inevitably had to be on her!

Wei Shaoxuan immediately took off the Mohist sword case, threw it to Liu Fu, took a deep breath, and lowered his voice:

She lowered her eyes, her face indifferent.

A face that had temporarily lost the cover of her bangs, her expression cold. Boom--!

But fortunately, this had covered up her spiritual cultivation before.

From the first exchange between Candle in the Snow and Wei Shaoxuan until now, only a short eight breaths had passed.

After the loud noise.

Traditional men's clothing of the ancient Wu-Yue tribe, composed of black and white. Fan Junfu hugged Qiu Shenji, closing his eyes to accept death.

The entire Little Gu Mountain seemed unable to contain it. Her eyes were calm and unruffled.

She raised a hand from her snow-white long sleeve, turned her hand, and grabbed the long sword behind her back.

She seemed to want to rush toward the sun above her head.

Only to see that Hemp Clothes man start up in a hurry, leaving only a concave and broken stone floor on the spot.

Legend has it that in the ancient Yunmeng Marsh, a sword-carrying white ape taught the Yue woman the art of hiding and drawing swords. This cluster of Aqing, the rising momentum weakened, and finally intersected with this white shadow, landing on the back of the snow bird.

Halfway up the mountain, Qiu Shenji felt a formless giant force pressing down like Mount Tai. He and Bai Hong were pressed flat on the ground, only able to barely support their arms to block their heads.

"All retreat!" At this moment.

But what responded to him was a stunning sword, coming straight at his face. In an instant.

Heat waves rolled. Then he moved too.

Sword Qi approached.

Only to see another cluster of Aqing rising into the sky again. Wei Shaoxuan soared into the sky and let out a long whistle:

A white shadow streaked across the blue sky, piercing through the sea of clouds.

"That surging Purple Qi cultivation... sure enough, a newly promoted Grade 7 sword cultivator, Purple Qi Top-grade."

Candle in the Snow couldn't be bothered to speak. If there's any nonsense, finish the fight first. Her figure was also extremely tall.

At the ruins of the Jia-grade sword furnace room, the dust and furnace ash stirred up were quickly dispersed by the intense sword Qi of the Wu-skirt woman in the sky.

But immediately, everyone halfway up the mountain didn't even have time to take a breath before the two separated again in the clouds.

If someone with excellent eyesight stood on the distant Little Gu Mountain and looked over, they would discover:

She jumped down again.

The Qi Refiner, Liu Fu, and Liu Zilin carried the Mohist sword case and fled without delay, their backs looking a bit embarrassed.

"Candle in the Snow... the First Seat of the Yue Chuzi Ze Female Lord Pavilion, and the leader of the sword path in the world today decided by the Peach Valley Sword Inquiry."

Accompanied by a bird's cry that suddenly rang out, echoing through the clouds. Candle in the Snow had long been accustomed to these admiring gazes from others.

Approaching the top of Little Gu Mountain, Candle in the Snow, with both sleeves spread like wings, shook her wrists, and the falling momentum in the air slowed slightly.

The light in the center split into two, each shooting out.

And the soil on the surrounding lawn was like being plowed by an old ox, with grass roots and moist new soil turned up by the formless sword Qi.

On the lawn halfway up the mountain, Qiu Shenji let out a roar.

Qiu Shenji widened his eyes, facing the unforgettable scene above his head, his expression somewhat unbelievable.

Somewhere in the sky above the mountain top, the white rainbow and the gray meteor collided one-on-one.

But he, Wei Shaoxuan, was also a top-notch martial artist who had been tempered in the border battlefields, and was also the chief guest whom the Prince Wei of the Great Zhou had to treat with courtesy!

There was dazzling light.

Halfway up the mountain, everyone was shocked.

Especially the golden hair, waist-length, soft and lustrous, slightly curly. "Arrogant girl, just entered Grade 7, and you dare to be so arrogant, you really don't know the height of heaven and the depth of earth."

Without stopping, "Aqing" stepped on the back of the snow bird.

And with the help of the border conflicts launched by the Wei clan in previous years, he had been in Grade 7 for a long time, having implicitly digested this grade.

From the perspective of Qiu Shenji on the lawn, it even looked like it carried a golden "tail flame" like a meteorite.

But Qiu Shenji discovered these days that when Xiao Shimei and the others mentioned the First Seat Candle in the Snow, they would never just say "Ouyang Rong's Senior Sister," but "Ouyang Rong is Candle in the Snow's Xiao Shimei."

Qiu Shenji muttered softly, finally remembering, Xiao Shimei had mentioned it to him before.

Liu Fu looked solemn, grabbed the shoulders of the Qi Refiner and Liu Zilin with both hands, barely blocking the sword Qi pressure for the two.

One rose.

One fell.

Speaking of which, he was a Grade 9 Yunmeng sword after all.

He lowered his head, and on his face that couldn't be seen, a look of slight relief appeared. The roof tiles of the ancient buildings on Little Gu Mountain were broken inch by inch. Above Little Gu Mountain.

"Run! This place is not suitable for staying long." Exceptionally eye-catching. It was that snow-white flying bird.

Only a woman with such style would be called Candle in the Snow, and could be called Candle in the Snow!

That Wu-skirt Yue woman descended from the sky. Below.

Seeing Candle in the Snow descending from the sky, getting closer and closer, and about to draw her sword. The two hugged face-to-face and fell together.

Falling from top to bottom, she bent her long legs in the air, toes downward, and stretched her two arms on both sides of her body, like spreading wings. The strong wind blew her Wu-style long sleeves, and her clothes fluttered.

That one person and one case turned into a gray meteor, starting from halfway up the mountain, streaking across the Little Gu Mountain peak, and shooting straight toward the clouds.

Don't know if she was too busy to care, or for some other reason, the First Seat of the Fan Jun Yan Ze in the air strangely didn't stop the Qi Refiner and others who were carrying the Mohist sword case and fleeing.

The figure of the Wu-skirt woman was slender, only the size of a grain of rice, forming a huge contrast in front of the white mountain peak standing by the Butterfly Creek.

In the ruins of the sword furnace, a certain Hemp Clothes man who had received the move in a hurry and lost half a move did a carp flip and stood up again.

Didn't even have time to blink.

On the lawn at the edge of the cliff, the frail-looking Qiu Shenji and Bai Hong fell to the ground and were surrounded by the four green-clad strong men who had reacted, sharpening their knives.

That was the tallest woman Qiu Shenji had ever seen in this world, and her aggressive momentum was also the same.

Ouyang Rong only felt a thunderbolt in his ears.

Among them, the gray light cluster rushed away like a meteor and fell back like a meteor. "Bang--!"

Every generation of Ouyang Rong in the Fan Jun Yan Ze was famous throughout the world. Crashing into the Jia-grade sword furnace room beside the crowd halfway up the mountain.

Two sentences, worlds apart.

Qiu Shenji, whose lips were pale from blood loss, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand while the green-clad servants were bending down to pick up knives one after another.

A thunderclap exploded on the flat ground.

Qiu Shenji nodded to himself, and looked up one last time at the Purple Qi fluctuations of the fight at the top of the mountain.

Qiu Shenji, who was lying on the ground holding Bai Hong's head for protection, had a shocked expression. In the choking dust, he covered his mouth and coughed blood, trying hard to raise his head to look at the sky.

The Wu clothes were simple but had style.

Qiu Shenji, who had been trying his best to explore the visitor from the beginning, finally saw the true face of this "Aqing."

Chirp--!