Snow is flying all over the sky, blocking the view, and there are white snowflakes as far as the eye can see.

Suddenly, a pair of pitch-black eagle talons poked out of the flying snow and grabbed at the old man's vest like lightning. Silent, abrupt.

A martial artist's spiritual sense is extremely sharp, especially the higher the cultivation level, the more sensitive to danger.

Just when the pair of black claws were about to grab the one on the old man Duanmu's vest, the old man's white hair smashed open violently, like a hedgehog, and the white hair stood on end.

He felt an unprecedented crisis.

"Yikes!"

With a loud shout, the old man Duanmu's feet kicked desperately on the ground, "Boom!" The ground under his feet immediately burst, and the whole person rushed forward like an arrow.

"Huh!"

A rag floated down, and the old man Duanmu instantly rushed forward for a full thirty or forty meters. There was a hole more than a foot long in the clothes of his vest. The muscles on the back can be seen.

Turning around sharply, at this time, the splashed snow had fallen to the ground again. The black-bearded old man was slowly walking towards the old man Duanmu.

The black-bearded old man seemed to be strolling leisurely, but each step was three or four feet away. In just a few steps, the black-bearded old man came to the front of the old man Duanmu.

"Good fellow, the Ironclaw Eagle King really lives up to his reputation. Old man Duanmu's right hand clutching the knife couldn't help but tighten. Just now, he almost hung up.

The old man Duanmu changed his face, looked coldly at the black-bearded old man in front of him, and said in a cold voice: "Long Ying, do you really want to fight for both sides?"

Just now, if the old man Duanmu dodged half a second late, he would have died in the snow.

This is a desolate and cold mountainous area, even if the old man Duanmu was killed by the black-bearded old man** here, no one will know. There is no one to collect the body of the old man Duanmu.

"Hmph, is there a fake?" the eyes of the black-bearded old man Long Ying were full of murderous energy.

The black-bearded old man has a great background, but he is the peak martial artist of the evil way. With a strong eagle claw skill, I don't know how many righteous path masters I have killed. He is a well-known ruthless character in the evil way.

"The good bird still knows that the demon gate is gone, why do you still have to work for Xi Wuyan?" the old man Duanmu persuaded.

"Hmph!" Long Ying's face showed a trace of disdain, "Although I, Long someone, am not a good person, but I still know what 'righteousness' is, you asked me to take refuge in your master, didn't you trap me in injustice?"

"I'm not like you, the grass on the wall, just put it over there. ”

"...... you," the old man Duanmu was furious, "you say I'm the grass on the wall?"

"Qiang ......!" Duanmu Old Man tightened his hand holding the knife, and a brilliant sword suddenly shot out from the single knife he was holding. The cold sword was surging and agitating.

"What, am I wrong?" the disdain in Long Ying's eyes became even stronger.

"Ahh The old man Duanmu was furious, held the knife in both hands, raised it high, and then slashed forward with a fierce knife.

"Canopy!"

The snow on the ground was immediately splashed to both sides by the cold sword wind, and the sword instantly soared to four feet, slashing down at the dragon eagle's head. The sword is like a match, splitting in the air, the knife is vertical and horizontal, and the power is amazing.

The old man Duanmu was furious, and the knife quickly broke through the air, forming a piercing sound that made people's hearts palpitate. With a knife, it seems that even the void has been cut.

"Brush!" The dragon eagle moved, like the wind, and rushed out from under the sword like lightning, and then propped his feet on the snow, like a hunting goshawk, and flew towards the old man Duanmu.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought together again. The martial arts cultivation of these two people is between the best, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser. The knife is like a match, and the claw shadow is in the air. The sword light and the claw shadow kept colliding, making a dense metal impact sound, and for a while, neither of them could help anyone.

…………

On the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, there are many mountains, especially snow-capped mountains.

Outside a snowy valley in the mountains, four figures appeared.

A young man, three middle-aged people, one of whom is middle-aged, with a fat head and big ears, a big belly, and a figure comparable to Zhu Bajie.

The other two middle-aged men were sallow, as if severely malnourished, and as thin as a bamboo pole, while the other was as strong as a cow, covered with bulging muscles.

"You are guarding outside, and someone comes out of it, and you will be killed. The young man's words were very calm, so calm that they did not carry any emotion.

"Yes, Chu Shao!" The three middle-aged people with their own "characteristics" hurriedly responded.

I didn't see how the young man moved, the three middle-aged people only felt a flower in front of them, and the young man disappeared, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

"So fast!"

The three middle-aged men looked at each other, and they all saw a look of horror in each other's eyes. In just a few days, this young man showed an amazing cultivation that made them unable to have any thoughts of resistance.

Let them clearly understand that it is as easy for young people to kill them as it is to pinch an ant. Perhaps, it is easier than pinching an ant.

That young man was Nangong Chu.

Intentionally or unintentionally, the deterrent power he revealed completely shocked the three evil path masters.

That crane boss, one foot has already stepped into the innate threshold, can be regarded as half an innate martial artist, how powerful Nangong Chu is, he feels it the most.

The more they realized how powerful Nangong Chu was, the more they didn't dare to resist. There are only points for resignation. The forbidden god finger planted by Nangong Chu on their bodies is not a joke.

Nangong Chu stepped into the snow valley and moved extremely fast in the snow valley. Soon, his face changed. In the entire snow valley, there is no breath that belongs to human beings.

There are several caves in the snow valley with ashes from the wood burned. Apparently, a group of people had lived in these caves before. Moreover, there are quite a few of them.

If there were people lurking in the valley, it would definitely be difficult to escape the induction of Nangong Chu's incomparably powerful "god". As long as you are not a ** person, you will have all kinds of life characteristics on your body.

This kind of life characteristic cannot be concealed in front of a congenital martial artist no matter what.

In less than a minute, Nangong Chu appeared at the entrance of the Snow Valley again. The fat and thin Erhe and the strong man Mu Tuhong hurriedly greeted him.

As soon as they saw Nangong Chu's face, they "chuckled" in their hearts, they knew that in the snow valley, most of the people were empty. Their hearts hung in the air again. Here, even this time, they have pounced three times in a row!

In the snow-capped mountains, it is very difficult to find a shameless hiding place! Because in the desolate snow-capped mountains, there are too many places to hide from people.

"The three caves of the cunning rabbit, the demon woman Xi Wuyan is ten thousand times more cunning than the cunning rabbit!" Nangong Chu said fiercely.