Seeing Xu Changhua leave sadly, Jiang Anyi felt helpless. He couldn't agree because of Brother Xu's unhappiness. That would be both sorry to Xinfei and Tong'er. Brother Xu is a sensible person. This is clear, and Jiang Anyi comforted himself.

I waited for quite a while, and the snowflakes in the sky became bigger and bigger. Jiang Anyi drank alone and thought about how to speak and leave to avoid embarrassment.

Xu Changhua took a few people into the front yard, and Jiang Jian was in his eyes.

Jiang Anyi stood up suddenly and suddenly remembered that Jiang Jian probably didn't know who he was. He asked in a concealment: "Brother Xu, my friend is here, please come quickly."

Xuchanghua seemed to have never heard of it, and he stood up, hiding behind his back, not daring to look at Jiang Anyi.

Jiang Jian took the lead and stood not far from the pavilion, sneering: "Jiang Zhuangyuan, if you don't want to eat and punish the wine, then don't blame Jiang for being ruthless. I will burn two pieces of paper for you next year's death. You can go on your way with peace of mind."

The snowflakes in the sky condensed, and then the strong wind rose. The snowflakes rolled like blades, and rushed towards Jiang Anyi with Jiang Jian's figure.

When a person is still in the air, the strength of energy comes first. The ice true energy is unstoppable with the help of the heavenly time.

If Jiang Anyi was just a scholar, the true energy passing through his body would freeze it and turn into pieces like bricks and stones under one blow. Jiang Jian looked fierce and stared at Jiang Anyi with a grim smile, looking forward to the real-time pleasure of a palm strike.

At the critical moment of life and death, Jiang Anyi didn't care about disguising himself. The pavilion was small and the table was placed again, without any way to move. Jiang Anyi paused his left foot, and he floated four feet high. He leaned forward, poked his fists out, and beat Jiang Jian in the opposite direction.

The hot wind and the scorching air were indeed him. Jiang Jian hurriedly turned his palms to Jiang Anyi's fists. The strong air touched each other and the strong wind overflowed, lifting the dishes on the table in the pavilion to the ground, and "ping Ping Pong" broke the ground.

Jiang Jian took a breath and floated backwards. Jiang Anyi took the opportunity to leave the pavilion and stood in the garden. Shadows around him flashed and instantly surrounded him. Someone stuffed bows and arrows into Xuchanghua's hands.

"It turned out to be you." Although there were speculations in advance, when Jiang Jian really found that the person who hurt him was Jiang Anyi, he was still shocked and his heart was filled with a vinegar bottle, which was extremely sour.

The north wind blew, and Jiang Anyi calmly asked Xu Changhua with sadness: "Brother Xu, why is this?"

Xuchanghua bowed his head and said nothing.

Jiang Jian's eyes were circling, and he was dissatisfied and a little timid. Just as he was hesitating, the master's voice came from behind him: "When the enemy is afraid of the battle, you will have a demon. Jianer, what are you waiting for?"

His eyes became sharper, and he grabbed a knife from the hand of the person next to him. Jiang Jian let out a long roar and jumped on him. The sword lights flying all over the sky were mixed with chaotic snowflakes, and played the music of death in the north wind.

At Mingpu Temple, Jiang Anyi fought with Chu Keqing. He used his true energy to wield the scimitar on his sleeve. Later, he found that the sleeves were broken in a short time and slightly pulled into powder. Afterwards, Jiang Anyi summarized his experience and created changes such as wrapping, rolling, slapping, pulling, and sealing, and realized that he was extremely exquisite. So he went to the cloth shop to customize the four-season robe and weaving silver silk into the clothes. Jiang Anyi tried it and used his skills to be harder than fine iron. When he brushed it, the mountains and rocks were broken.

There have been several battles, especially after Li Zhuang's life and death disaster, Jiang Anyi discovered that weapons are very important, but it is not appropriate for scholars to carry swords and swords. Jiang Anyi thought for a long time and secretly asked Guo Huaili to use fine iron as his bones. In order to customize a few fans, the gold-spreading fan in his sleeve was the weapon he carried with him.

Usually, Jiang Anyi did not wear a silver silk shirt because it was a little heavy. Today he went to Xu's house to attend a banquet. Jiang Anyi knew that he had offended the Li family too much, and the Li family had a good player like Jiang Jian. Guo Jingshan's lesson was not far away. He was afraid of being attacked on the road, so he came with an iron fan in his sleeve and a silver shirt, ready for trouble. Unexpectedly, he really used it.

The knife is like a storm and rain. When the sleeves are raised, the wind stops, the snow rolls back, the light of the knife is frozen, the true energy intersects in the sky, pulling the flying snow into pieces.

Amid the muffled sound, the energy burst out with heavy waves of air. The snow on the ground was centered on Jiang Anyi and Jiang Jian, and rolled around like a tide. The snow waves rose nearly a foot high, and the sound was amazing.

The crowd around was urging by the snow waves. Xu Changhua's legs were firmly tied to the ground, looking at his friend in surprise. It turned out that anyone could have this secret.

Jiang Jian felt that the knife in his hand was firmly tied by Jiang Anyi's sleeves, and he could neither move forward nor retreat. Suddenly, Jiang Anyi pulled back his sleeves and a force emerged, trying to take away the knife.

With a loud shout, Jiang Jian held the knife with both hands and snatched it back. Jiang Anyi smiled and raised his sleeves. Jiang Jian felt that his hand suddenly loosened. Before he could be happy, he slapped straight in his slam, his foothold was unstable, and he staggered backwards.

With one move, Jiang Anyi's originally hidden fear was wiped out. It seemed that he was careless when he was injured that day, Jiang Jian was just like that.

Holding the fan in his sleeve in his hand, he drew a distance. A powerful energy shot towards Jiang Jian's heart like an arrow.

Jiang Jian roared angrily, and the knife in his hand slashed forward. The real energy passed by, and the snowflakes in the air turned into a silver dragon, colliding with Jiang Anyi's powerful arrow and exploded with a bang.

Poor that plum blossom tree suffered unrestrained disaster, its petals fell, the yellow mud was scattered and dusty, and the ground was in a mess.

At the critical moment of life and death, Jiang Jian abandoned life and death. The strong wind had not stopped yet. Jiang Jian leaned down and rushed towards Jiang Anyi with a ray of light and shadow.

Jiang Anyi intentionally tried the effect of a fan to defend against the enemy without dodging. The tip of the fan was pointed above the tip of the knife. The integrated true energy blocked the ice-cold true energy, and the fan surface was intact.

"Brush" and unfolded the fan, and Jiang Anyi slapped twice.

Jiang Jian was so angry that his condensation leaped up, and the gloomy and cold air surrounded his body, flying all the way, and the snowflakes formed a round cover above Jiang Jian's head. Jiang Anyi was not willing to be outdone, so he poked at the round cover formed by Jiang Jian with a red light.

Everyone held their breath and waited for a shocking moment.

"Be careful," Chen Hongming shouted fiercely and rushed into the air. Jiang Anyi's true energy condensed like an arrow, which was not something his disciple could resist.

With a "bang", the bubbles burst, and the snowflakes dissipated into smoke and dust in the air, and the colorful eyes were colorful. The bursting waves of air flew sand and stones, causing the grass in the garden to break branches, and the people approaching became rolling gourds.

Xu Changhua held the corridor column beside him, squinted his eyes and looked into the snow fog. The figures flashed and could not see clearly.

The three of them hovered like a lantern, and occasionally they could see the figure in a stunning glance from the snow fog. It was difficult for people around them to gain a foothold, let alone come forward to help.

The sound of the collision was endless, and a muffled groan came from the snow fog, followed by an angry shout. A dazzling green light flashed in the snow fog. Everyone was so nervous that their hearts were pounding. I wonder what the result was?

The plum blossoms on the trees were swept away by the energy, and the fragrance in the garden became even more intense. The yellow plum petals fell on the snow, and no one cared about it.

A roar came from the snow fog, and Jiang Jian staggered and took a few steps back from the snow fog, sitting on the snow, his face was covered in yellow, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and his clothes were torn.

With a long roar, Jiang Anyi soared into the sky from the snow fog and rushed towards the wall of the garden.

"I want to leave, dream." Chen Hongming flew up immediately, and a blue light slashed straight towards Jiang Anyi's back heart. The energy condensed into a blade, and the mysterious blade was well-known.

Jiang Anyi knew that it would be difficult for Chen Hongming to escape if he didn't solve it. He raised his body and the true energy was circulating in his body, twisting in the air. He wanted to accumulate strength to strike down and shock Chen Hongming. He used the power of countershock to float across the wall to escape.

Unexpectedly, Chen Hongming was hurt by his disciple's injury and used his famous skill. Jiang Anyi once used the Qi Blade in Lizhuang, but then the true energy was empty, and Jiang Anyi knew the power of the Qi Blade, and the body protection true energy would be easily broken by the Qi Blade.

In a hurry, Jiang Anyi opened the fan and protected the fan on his chest. The air blade that had originally slashed to the back of the heart just hit the fan. With a "bang", the fan surface fell and split. After the cold air broke through the fan, he continued to attack Jiang Anyi without hesitation.

With the help of the cushion of the fan, Jiang Anyi fell down and tried his best to move to the left. The cold air still passed by his head, and Jiang Anyi felt that his whole head was about to freeze into stones.

As the footsteps landed, the energy was lifted up, the true energy turned into the sea of ​​consciousness, and the cold energy was reduced a lot, and the blood ticked down the cheeks, not knowing where the injury was.

Chen Hongming fell about a ft. He stared at Jiang Anyi with a tiger's eyes. Even if he used the air blade, he could not kill Jiang Anyi, and only scratched his eyebrows. At this moment, the true energy in his body was about to be exhausted. Seeing that Jiang Anyi was not seriously injured, Chen Hongming did not dare to take advantage of the situation to attack. Jiang Jian was helped to the corridor, and it seemed that he was seriously injured.

"Everyone go together." Chen Hongming ordered that the people around were Zhuang Ding of Li Zhuang. This time, Jiang Anyi was led by Chen Hongming.

Zhuang Ding rushed up with a sword, gun and stick. Jiang Anyi was trying his best to resolve the cold air that poured into his right temple, without considering these minions. The sword, gun and gun were slashed on Jiang Anyi's body, like a middle leather, slipping, and the stick was even reversed and hurt himself.

The strong enemy is on the side, not a place to heal. Jiang Anyi strongly raised his true energy and shouted, "Those who block me will die."

He rushed towards the direction away from Chen Hongming. His true energy was like a wall, and he touched the heads of those Zhuang Dings and was invincible.

Chen Hongming sighed secretly that although Jiang Anyi was as powerful as a mad tiger, his body was unstable and obviously he was seriously injured. If he could keep Jiang Anyi for a cup of tea, his true energy would be restored to 50%, and Jiang Anyi would die in his hands.

The ambushing and killing the deputy envoy of Qing Dynasty war is very likely to be the crime of Long Wei and raiding the family. If Jiang Anyi dies here and there is no evidence to die, he can just give up someone to blame. But if Jiang Anyi escapes, his master and disciple can only hide his identity and die in the world. He is old and not far from death, and the athlete is still young and cannot let him live like a mouse.

Chen Hongming's face turned pale, and the wooden hairpin with his hair broke with a "pop", and his white hair spread out in the north wind.

"Master, don't," Jiang Jian screamed. He knew that the master's reversal mental method was to inject his true energy into his hands and emitted the last thunder strike. After this attack, the master's meridians would be broken and it would be difficult to survive.
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