The female channel who wears books, is killed by the heroine on her wedding day

It's dusk and the snow is dancing.

The winter wind blows the autumn wind, so the pear blossoms bloom all over the tree overnight!

A heavy snow covered Jingyang, and the originally dark night became a little pale. The snow came suddenly, but it was also expected.

Snow is falling in the city, and the Jinfeng Tower is brightly lit.

The light shines on the white snow, giving it a special sense of beauty.

in the building.

The beauty dances and the orchestra gradually plays.

Ding Mo's sword pointed at the two black and white snakes, his eyes flashing with a faint light. The blood-colored long sword exuded a strong smell of blood. This sword had drank a lot of blood, and it was still the same tonight.

"Ah!"

The black and white snakes looked at each other.

White Snake smiled and said: "The Blood Sword Prodigal Son, Ding Mo! He is quite a character. If I remember correctly, we seem to have killed a woman before. She should be your lover!"

"..."

When Ding Mo heard this, he didn't speak.

White Snake said: "Old Hei, I'll leave him to you."

"can."

Black Snake smiled coldly and flew to Ding Mo. The aura on his body exploded, showing the peak cultivation level of a grandmaster.

"Ten moves!"

Ding Mo spoke slowly, his voice a bit hoarse.

"Ten moves? Are you planning to kill me with ten moves? Interesting!"

Black Snake casually waved his hand and pulled out a black black snake sword. They were both at the pinnacle of masters, so he was naturally not afraid of Ding Mo at all.

"..."

A cold light flashed in Ding Mo's eyes, and he took action instantly.

The two men clashed immediately, and the terrifying air filled the air, making people feel frightened.

"New fermented wine made by green ants, small red clay stove. It's snowing in the evening, can you have a drink? It's snowing outside!"

Ye Lingtian picked up a glass of wine, took a sip lazily, and tightened his clothes again. The snow had arrived, so it was time to add some clothes.

Lihua picked up a piece of fish, took a small bite, and asked in a low voice: "Ye Wuwei, do you think this uncle can win?"

Ye Lingtian held his chin, played with the wine glass, and said, "He can win! Except for the two of them, no one here is his opponent."

"Except for two people?"

There was a thoughtful look in Lihua's eyes.

Ye Lingtian asked: "Lihua, who do you think is the most powerful person here?"

Lihua glanced around, and her eyes fell on the white-haired old Taoist priest: "This old man looks like an immortal, he must be very powerful."

Ye Lingtian shook his head: "He doesn't count, he just does whatever he wants!"

"Doesn't count? Is it that one...or that one?"

Lihua looked at the master of the Huafan Sect and the master of the Huangling Sect one after another. These two people also looked very powerful.

Ye Lingtian smiled and casually glanced at Du Xuanliang on the second floor: "He is very powerful."

Du Xuanliang was a civil servant, but a very special civil servant. After becoming a military general, his biggest dream in life was to go into battle to kill the enemy.

It's a pity that fate has played a trick on people, and the position of military commander is not for him at all. He can only be a civilian official.

And he was still demoted again and again, but this time he went to Tiandu, which was considered a promotion.

"Lord Zhou Mu..."

There was a hint of understanding in Lihua's eyes.

yes! Master Zhou Mu, in charge of the entire Jingyang Prefecture, he must be the most powerful.

"Ye Wuwei, who is more powerful between you and Mr. Zhou Mu?"

Lihua asked again.

Ye Lingtian thought for a moment and said, "I should be more powerful! I can kill a hundred people like him with one slap."

"Shh! Keep your voice down, don't let him hear you."

Lihua said quickly.

At this moment, Du Xuanliang, who was on the second floor, looked over at Ye Lingtian and Lihua.

"ah!"

Lihua's face changed slightly and she didn't dare to look at Du Xuanliang.

Du Xuanliang smiled softly, and then nodded to Ye Lingtian as a greeting.

In his eyes, there was a flash of strange color, and he couldn't see through the young man.

Ye Lingtian ignored Du Xuanliang's gaze and said with a faint smile: "Those who enter the Jinfeng Tower today will have only two endings, either dead or alive. Only the winner will survive."

"what......"

While the two were communicating, a scream suddenly sounded, and the black snake was pierced through the heart by Ding Mo's sword.

Ten tricks!

Exactly ten moves.

boom!

Ding Mo blasted out with a palm, knocking the black snake away.

"..."

Black Snake's eyes widened and he fell to the ground with a face full of reluctance. He was actually killed by Ding Mo's ten moves.

"Old Hei..."

Seeing that the black snake was killed, the white snake looked furious and immediately pulled out the white and black long sword and killed Ding Mo.

"It's still ten moves!"

Ding Mo's voice was hoarse and he continued to draw his sword. The aura on his body was stronger than before.

"Uncle is so awesome."

Lihua clapped excitedly.

Ye Lingtian smiled hoarsely, Ding Mo would definitely have no problem killing a few more people.

But he will definitely die tonight. If he wants to be powerful, he must pay a corresponding price.

Once a person has the desire to die, it will be difficult to live.

This is the other party's own choice, and outsiders cannot interfere.

"This Ding Mo..."

Huang Teng and others frowned, feeling something was wrong.

Ding Mo and Black Snake were both at the pinnacle of masters, but Ding Mo killed Black Snake with only ten moves. This fighting power was too strong.

Chi!

After ten moves.

Ding Mo's blood sword penetrated the white snake's neck, and it was indeed ten moves, one move not too much, and one move not too much.

"Hua Moran Sect, there is still one person available for battle!"

Ding Mo's voice was cold.

"..."

The face of the master of the Huafan Sect was extremely ugly.

The Black and White Snakes were his biggest support and his trump card to unify the four major forces. But now they were killed by Ding Mo alone, which made him a little overwhelmed.

In this Jingyang, the existence of the peak grandmaster can completely influence the situation of the battle, but it turned out to be overturned.

The strength of this Blood Sword Prodigal Son is more terrifying than imagined.

"Master Lu, is there anyone in the Huafan Sect?"

Du Xuanliang asked.

The expression of the leader of the Huafan Sect changed. He hesitated for a moment, then he cupped his fists and said, "The Huafan Sect admits defeat!"

Now he is the only late-stage grandmaster in the Huafan Sect. Going up to face Ding Mo, who is at the peak of his master's level, is just looking for death. He can only admit defeat for the time being and see if there is a chance later.

Du Xuanliang nodded slightly, looked at Huang Long and Meng Qian and said: "Two sect leaders, let your people come on stage!"

Meng Qian stood up and saluted: "Reporting to Master Zhou Mu, the old Taoist is very old. He only brought two disciples this time and has no intention of taking action. No matter who is standing at the end, Dian Yimen will choose to surrender! "

Du Xuanliang couldn't help but glance at Meng Qian in surprise. This old Taoist really does what he wants!

He smiled and nodded: "I see! Then the Huangling Gate is left."

Huang Long's heart condensed. For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling not from Ding Mo in the field, but from Du Xuanliang.

"Brother Huwei!"

Huang Long looked at the burly man beside him with a long sword on his back.

His trump cards were the two men around him, who were also at the peak of Grandmasters. He had invited them at a high price. He originally planned to let them compete with the Black and White Snakes, but he didn't expect that they would eventually be used against Ding Mo.

However, as long as Ding Mo is eliminated, the Void Spirit Religion will no longer be a threat.

The man surnamed Ye is a bit unfathomable, but with two powerful masters at the peak of their powers, it is not necessarily impossible to take him down!

Huwei flew to the field. He looked at Ding Mo and said coldly: "Ding Mo, the prodigal son of the Blood Sword, I know something about you. You must be using the sacrificial sword technique! At the cost of consuming your life, you can gain strength in a short time. the power of."

"Draw the knife!"

Ding Mo said expressionlessly.