The blood-red aura of the cyan-robed man slammed out, but there were still countless snowflakes fluttering within a few feet around his body. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Boom!"

The endless blood-colored qi wave bombarded down and impacted, in a vain attempt to suppress the blue-robed man's cold and green fierceness and completely restrain him.

"It's such a terrible power, it's such a powerful binding force, this is my father's strength"

Jiang Han silently sensed everything in front of him, but what shocked him was that even though the power of that wave of qi was monstrous, he still couldn't shake the other party in the slightest.

"Back then, the heavy snow pressed the green mountains, and you said that you would show your edge after all, is this what you want to show me?" Han Qinglie said coldly: "With the help of domain magic weapons, your domain power is indeed monstrous, but you have to remember that the domain is only an auxiliary after all, and only the blade in your hand is where our belief lies." ”

"If your strength stops here today, then you should also fall!"

The blue-robed man Han Qinglie walked directly and steadily, breaking through the waves of qi, and the ice pick magic weapon in his hand became more and more dazzling, with an endless palpitation aura.

At this moment, the sky was surrounded by wind and snow, and the green robe was fierce, like a god in the snow.

"In the past, your blade was extremely sharp, and now, it's time to go with it!"

He walked to a place that was only thirty meters away from Jiang Zheng, and for a powerhouse of this level, this distance was no different from one meter.

"Han Qinglie, you are indeed a thousand-year-old genius of the Han Qing Clan, in terms of cultivation, you are the True Dan Realm, you are a big realm higher than me, but unfortunately, you and I have different paths after all. Jiang Zheng spoke softly.

Jiang Han watched from behind, and he felt that his father and his uncle didn't seem to have a simple hostile relationship, and it seemed that they had had a lot of entanglements with each other.

"Whether it's knife or marksmanship, after all, it's just an outer way, you are amazing in the world on the knife path, but from the moment you walk out of the cold mountain, your fate is already doomed. Han Qinglie shook his head slightly, as if reminiscing about the past years: "Your cultivation is no more than Tianyuan, and you will definitely not be my opponent." ”

"Oh, really?" Jiang Zheng's eyes froze.

With a flick of his right hand, a lonely knife fell into his hand.

This knife is not out of the sheath, but it already has a shocking edge, when his hand holds the blade, the knife itself has sensed the killing intent in the master's heart, and it trembles softly.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth are silent, and at this moment, everything is quiet.

Jiang Zheng looked at the war knife in his hand, he hadn't held the knife for five years, and now, he wanted to use the knife in his hand to cut all the obstacles in front of him.

His eyes, at this moment, were full of coldness, and he no longer had his usual warm smile.

Guan Gong doesn't open his eyes, he wants to kill when he opens his eyes.

At this time, Han Qinglie's face finally showed a trace of consternation, and there was a shock in his voice: "Sword Source Technique!

Although he was amazed that the other party had practiced this legendary peerless secret art, his face was still only shocked, not afraid.

"When the source master came to Hanshan, he singled out you and me, and in the end, only you were willing to embark on this road of ten deaths. Han Qinglie sighed softly: "If you were born a hundred years earlier, maybe your fate can be changed, but it's a pity." ”

"Elder Mo is here, and I am indeed going to die. Jiang Zheng, who holds the hilt of the knife, has an invincible demeanor, but he has a lonely color.

Indeed, he managed to get out of that near-death path.

Ten deaths can be used to survive.

He was alive, but now he was still going to die.

It doesn't take a hundred years for him to take this step, he only needs three years to turn everything around, but he doesn't have these three years after all.

Fate is difficult to fathom after all.

"Even if I will die, if you take my knife, you will also die!" Jiang Zheng's eyes were cold: "Five years of hiding the knife, I originally wanted to kill myself internally, but now I want to kill the enemy outside, five years of knife intent, twenty years of unyielding thoughts, and the pride of my life, this knife, you can't stop it." ”

Jiang Zheng's voice roared out, resounding in all directions, entering from people's ears and reaching the depths of people's hearts.

Jiang Han saw it sincerely, and his heart was also surging.

"You have great perseverance, I'm not as good as you, but I won't take your bloody knife. Han Qinglie smiled slightly, didn't seem to care about the other party's words, turned sideways and bowed to the sky, and said, "Please come out of the mountain!"

"Please come out of the mountain!" "Please come out of the mountain!" "Please come out of the mountain!" "Please come out of the mountain!"....

The sound was not loud, but it had an astonishing demonic intent, which penetrated through the air and spread throughout the four poles of the wilderness.

Suddenly!

"Lie'er, you have disappointed me so much!" An old cold voice resounded through the heavens and the earth: "Your ice mind is complete, even though his sword source technique is peerless, but you are one realm higher than him, when you are crushed, what are you afraid of?"

"Boom!"

As if the color of the heavens and the earth changed, the bright stars lit up in the dark night, and countless stars were like a milky way, and in the galaxy there was a towering figure, with endless ice and cold coming, enveloping the whole heaven and earth, like a god in the ice and snow.

In an instant, a terrifying coercion descended, making everyone feel the fear to the bone, and they all collapsed to the ground one by one.

Then, the snow and ice fell, like snowflakes, seemingly slowly, but in fact they came in an instant, falling on the boundless blood-red waves.

"Boom!"

The blood-colored realm of unparalleled power was shattered in an instant, and the entire heaven and earth were covered in ice and snow.

But that mysterious existence is still in the endless ice river, and it has not descended at all, and Jiang Han's strength can't see through the layers of obstacles at all.

"Elder Mo is fine!" Jiang Zheng raised his head slightly, smiling slightly.

"Jiang Zheng, the sword source technique, what an amazing method, you have actually practiced it, and your understanding should be the first thousand-year-old disciple of my Snow God Sect, and you are worthy of being the successor of the source master. The old man's voice resounded through the world, and there was an unconcealed appreciation in his voice.

"Old Ancestor, if Jiang Zheng is willing to fight for the disciples of the Snow God Sect and for my Hanqing Clan, can he offset his sins. Han Qinglie in the distance suddenly spoke, and it turned out to be a plea.

When the words fell, Han Qingwei and Jiang Han, who were behind Jiang Zheng, were all brightened.

Jiang Han is not stupid, although he doesn't know who the old voice is, but from the majesty it shows, he knows that this is probably a world-famous existence.

Even though he had confidence in his father, he also knew that his father's cultivation time was too short after all, and he was probably not the opponent of the other party.

If they could live, who wouldn't?

"His sin has been forged, and there is no forgiveness, so ambush him!" the old man said with appreciation, but his voice was extremely cold.

In Jiang Han's consternation, in Han Qingwei's anger, in Han Qinglie's sigh, in countless people's thinking almost stopped.

In the endless snowflake mist, a snow-white ice flower lotus bloomed, and countless lines converged, faintly containing countless mysterious powers, and there was an ultimate beauty that was rarely seen in the world.

There is a kind of beauty, which touches the heart.

There is a kind of beauty that pours out of the world.

There is a kind of beauty called a killer flower.

This flower suddenly appeared from the void, suddenly bloomed, and fell quietly.

Jiang Zheng looked up, revealing a sneer.

"Twenty years ago, I listened to the sermon under Elder Mo, and I received your grace from preaching. Jiang Zheng said coldly.

Having said that, everyone could hear the mockery in Jiang Zheng's words.

His hand trembled slightly, and the blade of the knife came out slightly.

On the body of the knife, there was a wordless killing silence.

"I can't repay the kindness, my sword, for the essence of the sword I have learned in the past 20 years, should be shown to the elders. ”

Facing the Ice Spirit Snow Lotus, Jiang Zheng was not afraid, drew his sword and walked out, proudly out.

The cyan sword was pulled out again, and it was now halfway out of its sheath.

The aura on Jiang Han's body was no longer hidden in the slightest, and every inch of the blade appeared, the momentum was one point higher.

If the old man in the sky full of ice and snow is a god who descends, then Jiang Zheng is a peerless swordsman in the world.

Anyone can feel the difference between the two, but everyone seems to want to see the moment the knife is drawn.

Everyone believes that this is a knife that wants to cut off the gods, and this is a terrible sword intent that is rare in the world.

At this moment, the snow lotus, which was originally dazzling in heaven and earth, lost its brilliance.

In everyone's pupils, there was only this cold knife left.

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ps: I'm sorry for this break, I don't want to find any reason for myself, plus today, I still owe nine chapters, and I'll make up for it all as soon as possible.