The snow was falling, and at the end of the sky, a golden beam of light rushed through the snow, standing on the top of the snowfield.

The white-shirted boy stepped on the snow and stood with one hand.

Hundreds of young men in green shirts stood quietly behind the white shirts, and above the snow field in front of them, there were tens of thousands of ancient snow clansmen, ten steps in front of tens of thousands of ancient snow tribesmen, three ferret fur fur figures rolled in true qi, looking at the white-shirted young man in the void on the edge of the snow field.

From a distance, the entire snowy area seems to be frozen in a permanent picture, with three directions and three potentials, and the cold wind and snow.

Eerily quiet.

"I want your entire Snow Clan to go to hell, yes or no, Wuyan?"

These words seemed to have entered the confined space, echoing in the snow for a long time.

When the white-shirted young man was recognized, the hundreds of weak-crowned green shirts on the top of the mountain were all surprised, and they all looked at the white back with one hand in shock, stared at it for a long time, and finally held back their breath.

"How can he still come back, how dare he come back?"

I don't know who was the first to ask.

"That's right, it's him, it's him who killed hundreds of my peers after the top of the mountain!"

"Why, why is it him!"

A thousand waves were struck, and the white-shirted young man didn't pay any attention to it, even the defense behind him didn't work.

Or that sound of asking the sky is endless, making the people of the Snow Clan stunned for a short time, the two figures swept back from the snowfield, and the white-shirted young man took a step of fifty zhang, and took all the waves of true qi and arrows that attacked and killed the two figures.

Zhihai trembled slightly, the white-shirted young man frowned slightly, his eyes swept over tens of thousands of Snow Clans, and finally stopped on the three figures standing in front, and his eyes quickly locked on the extremely arrogant woman.

Phantom attacks are uncommon.

The white-shirted young man held the white-shirted girl steady, looked at her haggard and pale face, and reached out to wipe the almost frozen blood from the corners of her mouth, and his movements were infinitely gentle.

"Leave it to me. ”

He didn't ask her what happened, he didn't ask her how her injuries were, and he didn't ask her why she had a conflict with the Snow Clan, but just such a simple sentence was like a heavy hammer, knocking out a crack in her heart that was like ten thousand years of ice.

For as long as she can remember, no one has protected her like this except her brother, and even her father will have some interests.

So she will package herself as invulnerable and indifferent for 10,000 years.

And for people like her, what they are most afraid of is the silence of moisturizing things that touch the bottom of their hearts.

Since she entered the fairy mountain, she has never had any mood swings.

Only this time.

The eyes that seemed to be pregnant with a sea of stars were gently flickering with the starry waves, and she smiled for the first time.

Smile lightly.

The wind and snow are discolored.

Hehe, this pair is dressed like a couple.

Gou San, Qing Ji.

Pei Wuzhu was four or five steps away from the two of them unconsciously, and after glancing at the tens of thousands of Snow Clans who didn't dare to move for half a minute, he looked at the white-shirted young man with gentle movements, and his expression was deeply puzzled.

Gou San turned around, first glanced at the hundreds of weak-crowned green shirts standing on the top of the mountain restlessly, his face was unwavering, and then he looked at Pei Wuhammer, and saw that his clothes were a little tattered, seven or eight scars on his body were bleeding, and the hand holding the heavy hammer kept shaking, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Pei Wuzhu restrained the doubts on his face, and said: "It's just a small injury, why worry about it." ”

"You are Chishui Qin Huai, right?" Pei Wuzhu finally couldn't bear to ask.

Gou San smiled, took out a bottle of healing elixir and handed it to Pei Wuhammer, and said, "Thank you." ”

Pei Wuhammer was not hypocritical, took the pill and waved his hand, with an embarrassed smile on his face, and said: "The word thank you is heavy, even if ten hundred Pei Wuhammer goes down, it is useless, I just can't stand it." After speaking, Pei Wuhammer did not forget to look back at the group of young men in green shirts.

Gou San's palms flashed with pale green true qi, and gently waved at Pei Wuzhu, like the wind blowing willows, warm and comfortable, Pei Wuhammer knew that this was the healing true qi that could only be condensed in the realm of the grandmaster, and he did not forget to hug his fists and thank him when he was happy.

"Thank you Qin... Senior Brother Qin. ”

Gou San smiled lightly again and said, "Senior Brother Pei doesn't have to mind, I am not yet a disciple of Xianshan, if Senior Brother Pei doesn't mind, you can call me Qin Huai." ”

"Then I'm not going to be a. As soon as the words fell, Pei Wuhammer couldn't help but glance at Qing Ji, looked at her disappreciably, and then dared to continue: "Although I, Pei Tianlang, am a rough person, I also know what morality is, Senior Brother Qin doesn't have to be polite, I love to make the war hammer, but it's not good, Dingtian can rotate four or five times, if Senior Brother Qin doesn't mind, it's like a big guy, just call five hammers." ”

Speaking of the word morality, Pei Tianlang Pei Wuhammer glanced at the hundreds of green shirts not far from his side, Gou San also glanced along his line of sight, raised his eyebrows and then retracted his gaze, and said, "Then Qin Huai is welcome, Brother Wuhammer still dares to fight?"

"Hahaha, why don't you dare, the Snow Clan deceived me into hunting in the Immortal Mountain, and I must fight to the death today!" Pei Wuhammer smiled heroically, and with his slightly sturdy body, he really had a heroic demeanor.

Qing Yu took a step forward, and the three-foot Qing Feng was once again wrapped in blue light.

Gou San hurriedly pulled her back, holding her hand and not letting go, Qing Ji struggled a little at first, but after seeing his inky eyes, he gradually let go of his refusal.

"It's all said to be handed over to me, don't be disobedient. Gou San easily took down her three-foot Qingfeng.

Qing Ji wanted to refute, but he was intercepted by Pei Wuhammer first: "Senior Sister Qing Ji, just watch, the fairy mountain is going to perish, and the man will die first!"

"How can you women still play, isn't this a shame for our man's face, besides, you are seriously injured, heal the injury first, and then you will change it when the five hammers are seriously injured." Pei Wuhammer carried the pair of huge hammers, although the words were rough, but it was the truth, Qing Ji didn't know how many days and nights he had been fighting continuously, calculating the time, since the third day of Gou San's departure, until today, twenty days!

Gou San and Pei Wuhammer did not fly to the Snow Clan people hundreds of zhang away, but slowly fell to the edge of the snow field, Gou San held the three-foot Qingfeng, Pei Wuhammer shouldered against the purple gold sledgehammer, and the two of them walked towards the Snow Clan without hurrying, breaking through the wind and welcoming the snow.

"And me!"

"Immortal Mountain Cloud Heaven!"

The sound was like a bell, and a figure fell like a meteor, smashing heavily behind Gou San's right side.

It was also at this time that the hundreds of weak-crowned green shirts standing on top of the snow-capped mountains became agitated, and several people stepped forward and asked Gou San: "Qin Huai, in front of the snowy green ridge, were my hundreds of fellow siblings killed by you, yes or no?"

"Qin Huai, don't admit it, someone knows you!"

"Kill people to pay for your life! Qin Huai, you take your life!"

When Gou San frowned, Yun Xiaotian hugged his fists excitedly and smiled: "Brother Qin, my father is Yun Shuhai, it is Yun Shuhai of the Peach Blossom Restaurant in Tianmu City, please accept Xiaotian's worship!"

"Xiaotian, please. Without waiting for Yun Xiao to kneel in the world, Gou San hurriedly pulled him and said with a smile: "Don't don't, don't, it's easy for me to lose my life." ”

"I met Brother Yun and talked happily, regretting seeing you late, but I deserve to be ashamed of you to worship like this. Gou San explained.

Yun Xiaotian looks like he is in the twentieth century, and some little babies are like tiger heads, and they can't hide the strength of their bodies, faintly exuding a strong true qi light.

Yun Xiaotian was not hypocritical, scratched the back of his head, and said something that almost made Gou San vomit blood: "Eh, my name is Brother Qin is Big Brother, Brother Qin calls me Dad is Big Brother, my Dad is my Daddy, this... Forget it, let's talk about each other in the future. ”

"That's right, Brother Qin. Yun Xiaotian glared angrily at the hundreds of green shirts who were about to move, and said in a deep voice: "There is no good thing in this gang of people, they are all thinking about those treasures on Brother Qin's body, according to my time-breaking investigation, the mastermind behind the scenes is Xuan You." ”

"Xuanyou?" Gou San frowned, he didn't expect it to be him.

"Hehe, Brother Qin, don't worry, that guy was abolished by me, if it wasn't for Chen Qingming saving him, he would have bowed down on Huangquan Road by now. Yun Xiaotian grinned, immediately glanced at Qing Ji not far away, lowered his head slightly, and whispered apologetically: "It was that guy who dragged me and made it impossible for me to fight side by side with my sister-in-law." ”

"It's fine. Gou San patted Yun Xiaotian on the shoulder, and with a wave of his robe, the silver frost long knife that had been hovering above the snow field broke through the air in an instant, and the cold light was like a array, enveloping the group of young men in green shirts, unable to move.

The Twin Dao Grandmasters faced a group of True Martial Realms, just like a small river compared to a river and a sea.

"War. ”

Although the voice was soft, it echoed in the snowfield.

Yun Xiaotian tore the white silk on his shoulder, his fingers brushed over the wound, he licked the dirty blood left by the wound on his fingers, and his eyes were scarlet.

The three figures rushed towards the tens of thousands of Snow Clans together.

Three-foot green edge.

A pair of hammers.

A spear.