Chapter 133: The Great Sword is already hungry and thirsty!

Ning Fenghan raised his head and roared, impassioned, faintly exuding a kind of majestic tragic aura.
The people around were infected by this momentum, and their expressions suddenly became a little complicated.
Li Qinglian even opened her mouth wide in surprise.
For ordinary people, the "family, country, and world" matter seems a bit remote.
Li Qinglian is different.
For the nine princesses of the great dynasty, the four words "home country and world" have the same meaning.
The dynasty is the dynasty of her family.
These 100,000 miles of mountains and rivers are the world of her family.
If you talk about the feelings of worrying about the country and the people, Li Qinglian is like no one in this Qingyun city.
Lin Daoyuan, as the sovereign of the guardian sect, also had some trepidation in his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal. He felt that the top priority was not the rise and fall of the world, but to save his life in the hands of Chen Xinglie.
Only Chen Xinglie is different.
Happiness!
Chen Xinglie clapped his hands and applauded, and said, "As expected, he is the halberd immortal of the North Kingdom. This trick to confuse people is really extraordinary."
Ning Fenghan didn't respond, he closed his eyes directly, and put on a posture that he wanted to kill him.
With a faint sneer at the corner of Chen Xinglie's mouth, he said: "People in the world often say that people are about to die. But you, Ning Fenghan, are different. Before you die, you still want to murder this seat!"
"If this seat is a good-looking hypocrite, he will inevitably be affected. He feels that he has harmed the world and killed countless innocent people, and thus feels uneasy. Even on the way of martial arts, the Taoist heart is unstable. Will surely die under the ninefold thunder tribulation of the land immortals!"
"Unfortunately, this seat is basically an evil demon. In this life, it is destined to become a big demon, a fierce demon with overwhelming flames! As for whether it has been stinking for thousands of years, people in the world will comment that you, Ning Fenghan, are what you have. What qualifications, make irresponsible remarks in front of this seat?"
Chen Xinglie flicked his sword and slapped Ning Fenghan's face.
Snapped!
This slap was extremely hard.
The teeth on half of Ning Fenghan's mouth were knocked out and fell into the snow.
"Snow!"
Chen Xinglie gave a soft cry.
The flying snow whizzed together like a torrent, gathered from the sky, piled up in front of Ning Fenghan and Changkong Wuji, and accumulated into a pile of snow that was several meters high, and it instantly condensed into ice, glowing light blue. The cold light.
Chen Xinglie swung his sword at the ice pile.
Hh hh...
An ice monument appeared in the snow.
Swinging his sword like a pen, Chen Xinglie wrote a line of handwriting on the ice tablet: Chen Gong Jiuyuan's spiritual position.
As soon as the inscription was written, Chen Xinglie returned the sword and cut it.
Ning Feng's body was in a different place.
Chen Xinglie put the big sword in the snow, bowed to the ice monument, and said, "Master, take advantage of the heat."
The people all around were full of solemnity.
Chen Xinglie bent down and bowed towards the ice tablet, muttering silently in his heart.
"Since I occupy this body, naturally, I inherited this karma. If I were to call your father, I would not be able to call it."
"However, there is one thing, please don't worry, the old man. The old man's losses, the humiliation he has suffered, one thing is one thing, I will definitely help you get it all back."
"If there are grudges and grievances, I am obliged to take revenge!"
Chen Xinglie prayed a few serious words, turned around with his sword, and walked to the kneeling ice sculpture in Changkong Wuji.
Click...
The ice shattered.
Chang Kong Wuji moved his eyelids and gritted his teeth.
Chen Xinglie sighed: "As early as in the restaurant, this seat said that I would borrow your head to use it. If you were a little bit more refreshed at that time, you could directly offer your head to Qingyun City. How could the tens of thousands of soldiers of Xifeng Army be killed? Are you involved?"
Chang Kong Wuji said coldly: "It's just a king who wins or loses. Why should a nephew say more?"
The commander of the beacon army was so stiff that he lifted his chin and exposed his neck, just waiting for Chen Xinglie to swing his sword.
Even if death is right in front of him, Chang Kong Wuji still claims to be an elder, and Chen Xinglie is called a nephew.
Chen Xinglie was not angry about this.
This emptiness is already a lamb to be slaughtered, and it makes no sense to be angry with such a dying person.
Chen Xinglie thought well in his heart, but he arched his hand at Chang Kong Wuji, and asked, "What is the last word of Uncle Chang Kong?"
Chang Kong Wuji was silent.
With a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, Chen Xinglie asked very carefully: "Does my uncle's wife and children need help from my nephew?"
Chang Kong Wuji's expression suddenly changed.
Chen Xinglie shook his head and sighed: "Uncle, don't panic. My nephew said that he is taking care of him sincerely, not about cutting grass and roots.
Changkong Wuji refused to believe: "How can you be so kind?"
Chen Xinglie sneered proudly and said: "A husband was born between the heavens and the earth, and his grievances are clear. Even if you have nothing to do with your wife and children, you can't kill your wife and children without killing them. Why not?"
Changkong Wuji was stunned, staring at the ice monument in front, and muttered, "Brother Jiuyuan, you have someone to succeed."
Chen Xinglie asked, "Would you like to give you a few heads for Brother Jiuyuan?"
Chang Kong Wuji said: "As it should be."
Chen Xinglie flicked his sleeves, dispelling the cold air from Chang Kong Wuji's body, dispelling a few minutes.
Click!
The ice shattered.
"I regret it!"
Chang Kong Wuji let out a long sigh, and said, "The marriage between the nephew and Wu'anhou's daughter was not because I was talking nonsense, but because it was true. This matter was decided when Brother Jiuyuan was alive. It's a matchmaker."
"Wu Anhou is a modest gentleman, sincere. If a man is a real gentleman, he is generally not shrewd enough, and it is inevitable that he will be mischievous and be used by others. Just like Brother Jiuyuan, he even regards me as a good friend."
"I'm so empty, if I am also a true gentleman, if I have never harmed my friend in my life, how good would it be?"
Changkong Wuji sighed, put his hands on the ground, and banged his head three times toward the front ice monument spiritual position.
"Uncle finished?"
Chen Xinglie asked, politely, and said: "If you are finished, your nephew should send your uncle on the road."
Chang Kong Wuji nodded slightly and lowered his head.
The big sword flashed by.
When Chang Kong Wuji lowered his head, he couldn't raise it again.
Chen Xinglie plunged the sword's edge into the deep snow, blood stains flowing down the sword's edge, dyeing the ice and snow red, eye-catching and dazzling.
Chen Xinglie did not call Li Qinglian to help. He personally walked to the courtyard, filled a bowl of bean curd, sprinkled with pepper and chili, then opened a jar of spirits, placed it in front of the ice monument, bowed his hands, and said, "Master, please enjoy."
The atmosphere in the street is solemn.
At this moment, the heavy snowfall finally stopped.
Under the snow.
A series of subtle auras emerged from the snow and gathered toward the big sword inserted on the ice.
The blade trembles slightly.
The Great Sword is already hungry and thirsty!