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It's not the kind of warm and gentle sunshine.

But it is the scorching sun that flows like gold and iron.

Its blood-red sunset.

Li Hanyi's beautiful eyes moved slightly.

The sword follows the heart, the heart moves with the will, and the sword intent is pervasive.

With a swing of the sword, the sharp edge suddenly appeared.

The coldness of heaven and earth increased again.

The wind is like a sword, and the snow is also like a sword.

Everything you see seems to be sharp.

Snowflakes fell.

【The sky is full of snow】!

The flying snow all over the sky competed with the setting sun for brilliance, gorgeous and dazzling, but full of murderous intent.

A clicking sound.

In this glow, a flash of snow suddenly appeared, piercing through the wind and into the clouds, like a divine bird spreading its wings and swooping down.

Murong Qiudi's expression darkened.

After all, she is not Yan Shisan.

Although she knew the fourteenth and fifteenth swords of "The Thirteen Deadly Swords", she was unable to create them.

Where is Li Hanyi?

But he used his own swordsmanship.

Murong Qiudi's soft sword transformed into thousands of clear shadows.

Her slender figure.

It rotated in the magnificent sword light, dissipating the force while floating backwards, like a phoenix spinning and dancing with its wings spread.

At that moment just now, Murong Qiudi used thirty-six sword techniques, all from different sects.

Thirty-six sword techniques, integrated together.

It can be said to be flawless and flows smoothly!

The sword moves and body movements were as smooth as flowing water.

It was like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace, and it was as ghostly and eerie as a ghost in the night, neutralizing Li Hanyi's sword.

The setting sun and the snow disappeared.

Murong Qiudi landed on the stage.

The veil covering her face had been shattered.

Revealing a beautiful face.

A pair of dreamy eyes moved slightly.

It is like willows covered in smoke and green mountains like ink.

It seems to contain all the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

A glance is a kind of grace.

The eyes move in a thousand ways, each with its own unique charm.

It's like a fairy from heaven.

At this time, she turned pale and began to cough continuously.

The sleeves of her robe on both sides were shredded by the sword energy.

Revealing the snow-white arms.

On that flexible robe woven from silkworm silk.

Covered with dense cracks.

Li Hanyi fell gracefully.

She was standing there in a white dress.

Her face was as white as goose fat and her lips were as white as cherries.

Her eyebrows are like ink paintings, her eyes are as clear as autumn water, her smile is charming and her eyes are beautiful.

Her lips are red without any makeup, and her eyebrows are green without any drawing.

The green hair is like a waterfall.

Although she is not wearing any makeup, she is already stunning.

In the previous duel, Li Hanyi had a slight advantage.

But the opponent was also extraordinary. He used different sword techniques and the overlapping forces to break her [Snow Covering the Sky].

Two figures stood facing each other from a distance.

A depressing atmosphere, a palpitating atmosphere.

Like wind and snow, it spread across the arena.

With a loud noise!

Murong Qiudi raised his hand.

She simply tore off the peach skirt she was wearing. It had already been shattered by the sword energy and was now in the way, so she casually threw it on the stage.

Her inner lining was just a short-sleeved, slanted-collar shirt woven with golden silk, which made her figure look enchanting and graceful.

She stood in sword stance.

The tenderness between the eyebrows and eyes was replaced by an imposing heroic look.

whole person.

It's like a peerless sword drawn from its sheath.

The aura around her became extremely cold. Not only was it cold, it was also indifferent and ruthless to the extreme.

She is like the sky, a heartless sky that regards all things as straw dogs.

The prayer of [Tianzun] is extremely arrogant. Even the gods and ghosts in heaven and earth are not taken seriously by them, let alone humans?

No one knew what kind of martial arts Murong Qiudi practiced, but no one who had seen him was left alive.

At this time, she finally showed her true colors.

"The Book of Forgetfulness, Supreme Forgetfulness!"

Murong Qiudi's eyes were dead and dim, filled with a strong sense of death, and brought out a strong aura of desolation.

The world is in utter silence, all things are ruthless!

Zhao Wuxian, who was watching the battle between the two, raised his eyebrows slightly.

"The Book of Forgetfulness"?

Is this the martial art that Murong Qiudi practices?

"The Book of Forgetfulness" once caused quite a stir in the Song Dynasty.

It is undoubtedly a top-notch martial art.

It is different from general martial arts in that it requires practicing internal skills.

It's very weird.

The emphasis is on state, feeling, mood and momentum.

Only those who are proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and music theory, have deep emotions and a high talent for martial arts can learn it.

Therefore, a hero who appears once in a few hundred years may not be able to become a hero due to his lack of talent.

But those who can master it are all geniuses.

Murong Qiudi stood with a sword in hand.

A dark wave spread out from her sword like ripples on water.

Wherever he passed, images of extinction, death, and desolation emerged, covering the entire mountain arena.

All life is gone, and all things wither and die.

All the phantoms seem to be happening.

The Book of Forgetfulness places the most importance on love.

Only after you have fallen in love can you forget it.

Only after you forget about other things can you feel high spirits.

After reaching a high level of emotion, one can integrate one's own will and life into nature, into every stone and tree.

Borrow the power of the universe to destroy the opponent.

No matter how high the enemy's martial arts skills are, how can he withstand the ruthless power of heaven and earth?

It sounds similar to "Heavenly Communication", but in fact, "The Book of Forgetfulness" goes a step further.

The interaction between heaven and man is the mutual support between heaven and man.

What about "The Book of Forgetfulness"?

It is man who replaces heaven, merges with heaven and earth, and finally takes their place. Hence, the term "Tianzun" comes into being.

Murong Qiudi’s ability to master the “Book of Forgetfulness” was inseparable from Xie Xiaofeng’s abandonment of her, but her talent is also terrifying.

at this time.

Between heaven and earth, there is only one person and one sword. Thousands of mountains and rivers, and all kinds of living beings are just her sword.

A ray of sword light shot up into the sky, like a gray wave, covering the sky and the earth, sweeping in all directions, terrifying and shocking.