Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

Chapter 247: Burning together (please vote for me)

The moon is bright and the wind and snow are howling.

The two of them were less than ten feet apart, and the two towering pressures were close to each other, forming a vacuum zone that could not be penetrated by wind or snow.

Yang Ge's coercion was fierce and wild, like a mountain torrent covering a river bank, or like a tiger descending from a mountain, with a violent and crazy atmosphere that would destroy both the jade and the stone.

The power of the old man in the dragon robe was majestic and majestic, like thousands of horses galloping, and mountains and mountains, but there was also an indescribable evil aura and deathly aura.

The two coercive tit-for-tat confrontations lasted for a long time, and bursts of muffled air explosions exploded in the void, but no one saw any signs of decline...

Not long after, Yang Ge's patience ran out, and he drew the knife with an expressionless face and stepped forward.

The next second, the sharp sword energy cut through the night!

The old man in the dragon robe frowned slightly, as if he couldn't adapt to the young man's fierce fighting style of turning over the table before he said anything. However, his movements were not slow at all, and he jumped forward and punched out.

Only a loud dragon roar was heard, and a vivid and slender five-clawed golden dragon rushed out, winding towards the bright sword light.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sword energy shattered and exploded into dozens of snow waves two or three stories high.

Yang Ge, who stood up to charge, felt a huge force coming towards him. Without thinking, he swung his sword to attack the huge force, but he only felt a tightness in his chest and his body flew completely backwards. He could only hold his breath, forcibly raise his Qi and slash forward in a long and long move, using offense instead of defense.

"Bang..."

A thin golden fist shredded his sword energy from the front, and a powerful figure flashed forward with a series of afterimages.

Seeing this, Yang Ge, who could barely stabilize his body, stepped heavily on the ground to absorb the force of the shock, swung his knife to meet him, swung the knife like a whip, and slashed at the powerful figure with a wild knife: "Spring Thunder Burst. !”

Leng Yue's sword drew a round arc, and exploded with a thick and torn, ponytail... deep purple sword energy!

The old man in the dragon robe swung his fist like a hammer and fired dozens of punches in the air in the blink of an eye. The dragon roared loudly and golden dragons flew.

The Lei Sword Qi disappeared in a flash, slashing half of the golden dragons. The remaining energy stirred up a sheet of white snowflakes, covering the remaining golden dragons and the two people who could not escape.

After two snaps of fingers, two figures rushed out of the wind and snow, moving rapidly in mid-air and constantly attacking, pouring out the remaining energy like a violent storm, exploding waves of snow on the ground...

With the support of a breath of evil energy that was almost possessed by demons, Yang Ge forcibly burst out his true energy to fight with the old man in dragon robes who looked like dry tree bark. However, the more he fought, the more uncomfortable he became. He was so uncomfortable that he almost wanted to vomit blood!

He didn't know what kind of martial arts this rickety old man wearing a dragon robe and an emperor's crown was practicing. His moves were powerful and heavy, and he also seemed to have some kind of Qi-breaking characteristics. His saber-breaking skills were completely defeated by the old man in dragon robe. No matter how he used his sword to attack, the old man in dragon robe would always break him with a mediocre punch.

That feeling of suffocation and powerlessness that made no difference no matter how hard he tried, as if everything he had learned were just tricks that couldn't be put on the stage...

"Gone never to come back!"

Knowing that he might not be able to defeat the old man in dragon robe, Yang Ge swung the sword without thinking.

With one move of the sword, the sword of Leng Yue seemed to be moving slowly but quickly, drawing a light that was not very bright, or even a bit dim, and swiped it towards the old man in the dragon robe.

But the old man in the dragon robe knew what he was doing. He immediately gave up the advantage of suppressing Yang Ge. He stood firm and stretched out his hand towards Yang Ge, using his five fingers to control... a simple movement. This old man in the dragon robe was able to do it with a certain kind of aura. The feeling of domineering and domineering, looking down on the world and holding the universe in hand.

The next second, nine golden dragons emerged from the old man in dragon robes, roaring towards the ordinary sword light.

Wherever the sword light passed, the majestic and ferocious golden dragons were wiped out inch by inch, but the sword light did not waver at all.

Soon after, the dim sword energy like a wolf's crescent cleared the sky of the golden dragon with one strike, bursting out with pieces of dazzling golden energy, drowning the figure of the old man in dragon robe.

When the dazzling halo gradually dissipated, Yang Ge, who had retreated more than ten feet away, raised his eyes and saw a lofty, rickety figure gradually emerging from the halo...

Yang Ge looked at the figure, even though he had already vaguely guessed in his mind, he still couldn't help but sigh silently at this moment.

I'm afraid he will never be able to swing this sword again. Even if he swings it forcefully, it will only resemble the shape without any essence.

These old immortals are really hidden deep enough and there are so many of them!

"Is this the layman's strongest move, 'go away and never come back'?"

The old man in the dragon robe chuckled with interest and said: "It is true that there are talents in this generation, and there are no empty ones under the great reputation!"

Judging from his tone, it was obvious that he had known Yang Ge for a long time and knew Yang Ge very well.

Yang Ge smiled helplessly: "Even this move can't do anything to you. It seems that this place is my burial place... Can you give me a name so that I can be a wise man?"

The old man in dragon robe looked at him with a smile: "What do you think?"

Yang Ge suppressed his smile and held the Lengyue sword tightly: "It seems that you don't have much confidence in whether you can keep me, Yang Erlang. Anyway, Yang is also good at running away."

The old man in the dragon robe still looked at him with a smile: "Little guy, don't use such a crude way to provoke generals as a treasure. When I walk around the world, your great-grandfather is probably still in his infancy."

"If you want to say that..."

Yang Ge also smiled: "I suddenly remembered that I have some new scrawled moves that I have never presented in front of others. I might as well give them to you to try today!"

"Oh, is it so?"

The old man in dragon robe responded calmly, but the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

"The first move..."

Yang Ge lowered his eyelids, and the energy from the outside world swarmed in.

The next second, the Leng Yue sword suddenly bloomed with infinite dazzling light.

The old man in the dragon robe subconsciously squinted his old eyes. When he opened them again, he found that Yang Ge had disappeared from the place. His eyes changed and he rushed over without thinking.

But in the middle of the charge, he suddenly stopped, turned around and punched behind him...

"clang."

The blade of Leng Yue's sword touched his skinny fist. The old man in dragon robe raised his eyes and glanced at Yang Ge in surprise. He was confused because the force of this sword was too weak, when he felt a cool air flowing down his arm. pouring into him.

Yang Ge met his gaze and chuckled without the slightest hint of a smile: "This move is called 'cold'."

As soon as his words fell, the old man in dragon robe felt that the cold air in his body suddenly turned into cold, bone-chilling cold!

The kind of chill that seems to freeze people's consciousness is like walking naked in the ice and snow during the cold winter months when dripping water turns into ice.

At the same time, there were also negative emotions such as despair, confusion, and heartbreak flooding into his heart, suppressing his thoughts of fighting back.

That feeling is like a traveler who has lost his supplies, is lost in the ice and snow, and has begun to become hypothermic...

The old man in the dragon robe clenched his teeth, desperately resisting the chill of despair that was so strong that it confused his mind. He clenched and unclenched his fists, unclenched and clenched them again.

He was lost, but Yang Ge was not lost.

After shaking his head and forcefully getting rid of the not-so-good memories in his mind, he swung the Lengyue sword and slashed it towards the carotid artery of the old man in dragon robe... It wasn't that he didn't want to pierce the old guy's heart, but that the old guy had just He had already demonstrated a body-protecting skill that was no less than that of the old monk in black, and he was worried that he wouldn't be able to penetrate it with a single knife.

"clang!"

Two dry fingers blocked the Lengyue sword. The old man in dragon robe raised his eyelids and looked at Yang Ge with red eyes... But it was the murderous aura revealed by Yang Ge when he swung the sword that woke him up.

Yang Ge kicked him on the abdomen without hesitation, and used the force to fly back.

The old man in dragon robe flew after him, raised his palms and roared angrily: "One world!"

With a palm falling, a sword energy burning with blazing golden flames struck Yang Ge in the air.

A ball of true energy exploded under Yang Ge's feet, propelling his body into the sky like lightning, narrowly avoiding this terrifying sword energy.

The next moment, a ball of sharp sword light suddenly bloomed around him, which was as dazzling as the scorching sun across the sky. In an instant, the sky and the earth for dozens of miles around were illuminated like daylight.

The old man in the dragon robe who missed the target with one move looked up and shouted in horror: "Junior, do you want your life?"

This mother-in-law clearly wants to die together!

"The second move..."

Yang Ge's cold voice came out from the bright sword light. Before he finished speaking, he was already falling from the sky like a meteor dragging its flame tail... That was a sign that the sword energy was too powerful and was beyond his control.

The old man in the dragon robe saw that he was coming too fast and could not avoid him. He could only cross his arms in front of his chest and roared angrily: "I have been ordered by God to be immune to all evil!"

In an instant, a gleaming and majestic palace rose up from the ground, guarding his thin figure.

"boom!"

The bright meteor hit the majestic palace virtual image, and the palace virtual image once again glowed with golden light, desperately resisting the meteorite.

The meteor also emits a vast white light, which complements the virtual image of the palace as if it were made of pure gold.

At the right time, Yang Ge's still cold voice came out from the meteor: "This move is called 'regret'."

"boom……"

The meteor exploded brazenly, the virtual image of the palace was shattered, and two figures spitting blood fell from mid-air.

Plop.

Plop.

The two of them sank into the snow, no more than four or five feet apart.

Yang Ge grabbed the Lengyue sword and struggled to get up from the snow nest. He staggered towards another snow nest with the knife, leaving a bright red footprint with every step he took.

The rickety old man in that compartment, who had lost his dragon robe and imperial crown, climbed up from his snow nest on his hands and knees. When he raised his eyes, he saw Yang Ge, who was covered in blood and could no longer see his face. As I stumbled towards myself, dragging the knife, a chill finally came over my heart...

"Crazy, all Han people are fucking crazy!"

He roared angrily and stumbled away in the opposite direction.

"go……"

Yang Ge dizzily threw the Lengyue sword, but the Lengyue sword fell heavily into the snow with a "pop".

But that move just now also exhausted the sword energy of Leng Yue's sword.

"You trash, what's the point of raising you!"

Yang Ge cursed angrily, bent down to pick up the Lengyue sword, and chased forward as fast as he could.

But at this moment, he only felt cold all over his body. His feet felt like they were stepping on cotton. He couldn't use any strength. There were steel needles inserted into his flesh all over his body, inside and outside. He couldn't move even if he moved. The pain was excruciating.

With one deep kick and one shallow kick, he stumbled after the rickety old man for half a mile, and finally got close to him. Panting like an ox, he raised the Lengyue sword with all his strength and slashed at the old guy's vest...

"Stab it!"

"ah……"

Leng Yue's sword opened a half-foot long shallow wound on the back of the rickety old man, but the rickety old man let out a heart-rending howl.

The most powerful person in the world who is a dignified land god, but he just received a knife. This rickety old man actually rolled forward like a lazy donkey, then got up and fled forward on his hands and feet. His agile appearance was very similar to that of a powerful man. A big black mouse.

This was originally a very funny scene, but Yang Ge couldn't laugh at all at the moment.

Because he found that he couldn't catch up with the big black mouse.

Yang Ge, who did not believe in evil, also imitated the appearance of the big black mouse, lying in the snow and running forward on his hands and feet.

But his long arms and legs, which used to give him the upper hand in battles, now turned into a disadvantage. Not only was it extremely difficult to climb, but he couldn't get up any faster.

After a while, the shadow of the big black mouse disappeared from his eyes.

Seeing the wind and snow getting worse, Yang Ge knew that he could not drag it on any longer. He endured the severe pain and found a hill with deep snow around him. He got into the snow and sat cross-legged, trying to regulate his breathing.

I don’t know how long it took, but a messy and dull sound of horse hooves appeared in the surroundings, shouting and carefully searching for the surrounding snow.

"Bang."

Yang Ge, who had regained some strength, rushed out of the snow, slashed to death a heavy-backed black Tatar cavalryman, seized his horse, and fled in a random direction.

There was a Tatar cavalry chasing him on horseback, but he cut both the man and the horse in half with a backhand knife.

The rest of the Tatar cavalry were frightened by his bravery and did not dare to pursue him any longer. They could only watch him plunge into the boundless wind and snow.

…

Seven days later, night falls.

Wearing a bare sheepskin jacket and a bamboo hat, Yang Ge returned to Luting County despite the wind and snow.

With the New Year approaching and the continuous heavy snowfall, Luting County, which is usually bustling with activity, is now deserted and deserted. The long streets covered with snow are deserted. There is only the sound of wind in the ears, and even the lights are dimmed as far as the eye can see. countable.

Yang Ge carried a knife on his back and walked home alone along the dark long street. The city was empty and his heart was empty.

When passing by the Yuelai Inn, he found that not only was the inn open, but the lights were still on in the front hall.

He stepped forward in surprise and lifted up the thick windshield. Suddenly, a wave of heat filled with rich copper pot mutton rushed towards him.

"Woof woof woof..."

The next moment, Xiao Huang appeared out of nowhere, raised his upper body and threw himself into his arms, screaming excitedly.

"Second brother is back?"

"Second brother is back!"

"Second brother, you are finally back..."

Yang Ge held Xiao Huang in his arms and fixed his eyes, and saw the heat from the copper pot in the room, the friends in the room, and the laughter in the room.

Liu Mang, Shen Fa, Yang Tiansheng, Li Jincheng, Xiang Wudi, Fang Ke, Zhou Fu, Wang Jue, Wu Eryong, Jiang Kui, Li Qing, Xiao Baoqi, Niu Meng, Fu Qian, Xun Shi, Hu Qiang...

Facing their concerned eyes, Yang Ge grinned and wanted to smile, but everything in front of him suddenly blurred.

"Bang."

A figure slammed into his arms, hugged his waist and howled loudly: "Wow, I thought you didn't want me anymore, second brother..."

Yang Ge stiffly stretched out his hand to stroke the long hair of the person in his arms: "How could the second brother not want you..."

"Hahaha……"

When everyone in the hall saw this, they laughed in unison.

(Volume 3: Peach and Plum Spring Breeze and a Glass of Wine·End)