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evening.

In that dilapidated small wooden house.

King Nie Renwang's ancient face had a rare smile, because since he came back, he saw that Yan Ying was also smiling, not only on his face, but also in his heart, and she also did a few things.

He drank his favorite side dishes and drank eight ounces of old wine. She even had a few drinks herself, her cheeks were flushed and she was slightly tipsy.

How many years have passed since he married him, King Nie Ren has forgotten that his wife has such a bright and charming smile, as beautiful as a flower.

So he is also laughing, he feels that as long as this woman is happy, he can give everything.

But now, with the candlelight flickering, Yan Ying is sitting in the room, playing the piano.

King Nie suddenly became interested when he heard this, so he sang loudly and drank strong wine in his mouth. His voice was like a tiger's roar, resounding through the mountains. His eyes were full of unconcealable pride. In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the heroic spirit of the past.

A strange man who travels across the rivers and lakes and has few opponents.

Even when Yan Ying first saw King Nie like this, she couldn't help but be infatuated for a moment. She looked lost and obsessed, just like when they first met, but what followed in her heart was indescribable sadness, because she

I understand, I'm afraid that after tonight, the man in front of me, his husband, will become that humble villager again.

She was playing the harp, and the harp she was playing was the token of love between the two of them. King Nie spent a lot of money to hire the most powerful craftsmen in the world to carve it inch by inch. It was extremely elegant and precise.

, it can be said to be a rare treasure in the world. She has always cherished it these years and regarded it as a treasure. Even Nie Feng never let him touch it for fear of damage.

The melody of the piano was warm and gentle, just like when she first saw it. In the past six years, she had also played this music to the father and son.

But this time, I'm afraid it's the last song.

She thought of that celestial being. He was right. What you get by vassaling others is ultimately not as good as getting it with your own hands.

Looking at Nie Feng jumping around, Yan Ying suddenly sounded a little sad as she played the piano.

At this time.

King Nie Ren suddenly put down his wine glass. He looked at Yan Ying and finally made up his mind and made a decision.

"I have decided to give the Snow Drinking Knife to that person!"

Yan Ying was rare and not ashamed. She slowed down the piano and said with a gentle smile: "If it's for Feng'er, I'll do it for you!"

King Nie nodded.

Then, suddenly his vision went dark and he fell unconscious.

Nie Feng was laughing to himself, but when he saw King Nie like this, he was immediately frightened, his face full of panic.

"father!"

"Feng'er, don't be afraid, your father is fine!"

Yan Ying slowly put down her piano and hurriedly comforted Nie Feng, but she didn't know what to say at the moment.

"Oh, why do I feel like I have become a villain!"

Outside the window, there are few stars and dim moonlight.

But just after the sound of the piano stopped, a faint voice was heard by the empty and deserted window.

But when the candlelight in the room flickered, Nie Feng saw another person in the room. He was white-haired and dressed in blue. He was the strange man he had seen before, but now, there was no ice on his face.

While supporting King Nie, Nie Feng looked at Su Qing and said hesitantly with a clear childish voice: "It's you, are you that sister?"

"elder sister?"

At first hearing these two words, even Su Qing seemed to be startled, but he quickly smiled again. "Your father has agreed to the deal between me and him, don't be afraid, he is just drunk, nothing serious.

Now, I will fulfill my promise, please come here!"

"I still have an unkind request, and I hope your lord will grant it!"

Unexpectedly, Yan Ying suddenly gritted her teeth and knelt down towards Su Qing.

"Although the Human King possesses the Six Art of Aohan, he has no intention of teaching Feng'er martial arts. If Xue Yin's sword is lost again, then his strength will be greatly reduced. I'm afraid that enemies will come looking for him in the future, and they will be in trouble. I hope your lord can

Teach Feng'er a unique skill to protect yourself!"

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Nie Feng was not sure why he was listening.

Su Qing nodded and pondered for a moment, but did not refuse. He said softly: "What you did made me look at you favorably. It's okay. I do have a sword technique called "Magic Sword Slash", which is also called "Ruyi".

Heavenly Demon, "Eight Chains", all the changes in sword techniques, just pass it on to him!"

Nie Feng still wanted to speak, but he saw a pair of eyes suddenly coming towards him. His eyes were just looking at each other from a distance, and everything around him instantly turned into nothingness. It was as if these eyes were the only ones left in the world. Nie Feng was immediately stunned, as if he was possessed by a demon.

Still motionless, he actually saw countless figures hidden in those eyes, moving their swords in different ways, like a dream.

But soon, as if under the guidance of those eyes, Nie Feng suddenly saw a violent force of energy pouring out of his body for no reason, killing and killing madly, extremely ferocious, a pair of eyes became filled with a layer of blood, and his originally dull expression

His struggle immediately became ferocious, as if he had turned into a ferocious beast.

"Is this the crazy blood of the Nie family? Qilin blood?"

Su Qing watched with interest and took action at the same time.

He waved his sleeves, and suddenly he saw several ice spikes appearing out of thin air in front of him, and then moved involuntarily, turning into several cold light flowing shadows, and pierced into several key points on Nie Feng's body, especially his heart.

Only in Yan Ying's exclamation, wisps of hot blood were drawn out from the ice spikes. Every drop seemed to be exuding ferocious aura. Before it hit the ground, Su Qing had already pulled it to one place and evaporated out of thin air.

The ice spikes also turned into rich vitality, which could not help but penetrate into Nie Feng's body.

Su Qing flicked his sleeves again, and Nie Feng's young body floated into the air in an instant, about ten feet above the ground. Several qi machines around him conflicted and blended with each other, as if they were enveloped in a cloud of colorful mist, which was very mysterious.

The blood in Nie Feng's eyes gradually faded.

But this was not enough. Su Qing suddenly opened her mouth, and suddenly saw a ball of crystal clear blood in her throat, slowly emerging like a red jade, rolling and twisting, flashing and flowing.

Just when all the ice spikes were gone, the blood in front of Su Qing suddenly separated, like maggots on the tarsal bones, burrowing in from the key points.

Nie Feng, who was originally pale, suddenly had a flash of red light all over his body, and the acupuncture points all over his body were like stars lighting up, connecting his limbs and bones with each other, and the yin and yang qi kept washing through his body.

The ferocious animal nature in his body was like a lamp running out of oil, dissipating in the last drop of blood.

As Nie Feng slowly fell from the sky, Su Qing gave up and called it a day. He said warmly: "That's enough. His bones are extraordinary. Now that I have reshaped him with blood, he is rare in the world. If he doesn't die young in the future, he will be shocked."

The proudest man in the world!"

After that, he raised his hand and made a move, and the "Snow Drinking Knife" covered with cobwebs and dust in the corner of the wall suddenly screamed for no reason, the blade trembled slightly, and he immediately saw those dusty cobwebs, rustling down, and the blade returned to its original color, with a cold light.

Frost, as cold as snow.

"Zheng!"

Having already taken the knife, Su Qing immediately felt a bone-chilling chill coming from the handle of the knife, freezing his liver and lungs, chilling his qi and blood, and felt extraordinary.

"Is this Bailu?"

But the next moment, Yan Ying on the side saw Su Qing clenching her fingers sharply, and the "Snow Drinking Knife" in her hand, which was regarded as a peerless sword by people in the world, had been broken in mourning, and cracks extended from the handle of the knife.

Like ice cracking, the blade was covered in cracks in a blink of an eye.

Then, with a tap of a finger, the Snow Drinking Knife no longer existed.

Su Qing waved his sleeves and wrapped the debris in the sky, turned around and disappeared.
Chapter completed!