The cold moon in the depths of winter, and the snow is heavy at dusk.

Jiang Ning exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and slowly opened his eyes.

After moving his body a little and shaking off the snow stains on his body, Jiang Ning's wrist flipped, and the scarlet shadow and Zhu Jue inserted in the snow came to Jiang Ning's hands at the same time.

The sword that Luo Mingyuan gave him earlier was a good sword with a fine texture made of fine iron, but when it came to quality, the two swords in his hand at this moment were of course much better.

Jiang Ning's potential opponent is the red-clothed woman in the Immortal Realm of the Night Country, if Lei Fengheng's backhand can't keep her by then, Jiang Ning will definitely help, and when the time comes, a mere fine iron long sword will definitely not be enough in front of that woman.

The matter on Zituo Mountain was settled early in the morning, and the 50,000 army cleared the snow all the way and opened the way, and they had also come to the foot of Zituo Mountain.

The people who came to Zituo Mountain to watch the battle were not only the Great Snow Mountain and those rangers who had no sect and no faction, in fact, among these people, there were many eyeliners of the various sects of the rivers and lakes, and of course, including the people of Shuoji Pavilion, one of the three mountains and four pavilions.

Luo Mingyuan died after killing Jianzhuang and the people of the Night Country with a stunning sword, and the Shuoji Sword, which had been wandering outside for a long time, was bound to return to the hands of Shuoji Pavilion.

Back then, because of Luo Mingyuan's incident, the old pavilion master had to endure the pain to expel this most beloved and valued son from the door wall and clear the relationship.

Having lost the heir of the inner designation, the old man who was nearly seventy years old had to sit in the position of the pavilion master all these years, and he never gave up looking for the whereabouts of his son Luo Mingyuan.

Now the father is alive, but the son is gone.

Shen Bing and Shen Ling lost their father, who had been dependent on each other for more than ten years, and they were heartbroken for a while, needless to say, but they didn't have time to pay attention to Jiang Ning's disappearance.

Among those rangers, after seeing Luo Mingyuan's death, there were many people who coveted the Shuoji Sword, which was already ownerless, and they were ready to move one by one.

As for Luo Mingyuan's two daughters who don't know anything about martial arts, they didn't take it seriously at all.

A tall and strong man in black with a thick beard and a Chinese face suddenly appeared beside them.

The man's face looked quite similar to that of a blacksmith.

At the time of the avalanche, he happened to have just walked near the entrance of the cave in the belly of the mountain, and before he could enter, a large area of snow landslides occurred on Zituo Mountain, fortunately, his skills were quite deep, and his reaction was fast enough to save his life in the torrent of snow, but when he came in, it was already Jiang Ning who followed Sun Hao and Zhuang Ying to run outside Shandong.

At this time, the blacksmith under the belly of the mountain had already closed his eyes.

The man with the national character face became very ugly after seeing Luo Mingyuan's corpse, and his heart was full of murderous intent, and even the air around him became a little colder, until he saw Shen Bing and Shen Ling kneeling next to the corpse, and his cold expression was slightly better.

The man stepped next to the blacksmith, leaned over and touched his body, which had begun to cool, and grasped the Shuoji sword that fell to the ground, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed, and the surroundings were ten zhang

Inside, a layer of white ice instantly formed on the warm ground.

The man turned to Shen Bing and Shen Ling and said, "You are his daughter?"

The two nodded, looking at this stranger who was murderous but looked very similar to his father, they were not afraid, but had a strange sense of closeness.

Undoubtedly, it was a sense of intimacy that came from the blood.

"Who are you?" Shen Bing, who was an older sister, asked, but she had already guessed in her heart.

When his father joined the blacksmith's family in the village, Shen Bing and his sister naturally followed their mother's surname, but their father was surnamed Luo.

The man reluctantly squeezed out a smile and said gently: "My name is Luo Teng, and I am also your uncle, your father's eldest brother." ”

"Uncle. Shen Bing was not surprised by the existence of this uncle, his father had already said that night that he was not the only one under the knees of the old pavilion master of Shuoji Pavilion.

It's just that the sudden appearance of this uncle, who has never met them, made her heart have some complicated emotions for a while.

Luo Teng rubbed the heads of the two little girls with his big hands, but the expression on his face was still cold, only to hear him look at Luo Mingyuan's body lying on the ground, look around at the spiral mountain road around him, and said in a deep voice: "Tell uncle, who did this?"

The talents of the sons of the old pavilion master of Shuoji Pavilion are not bad, as the boss, although the talent is not comparable to Luo Mingyuan's younger brother, but it is definitely not comparable to anyone else, before Luo Mingyuan's accident, because he was designated as the heir of the next generation of the sect early on, so Luo Teng did not have any pressure on him, so he just practiced martial arts step by step, but when this younger brother, who was loved by his father and brother, had an accident, Luo Teng's cultivation became so hard that it could almost be regarded as desperate.

Luo Mingyuan was seriously injured at first, and then lurked in Songxue Village for so many years, although the martial arts did not fall, the progress of internal strength was not as good as before.

Luo Teng is the opposite, although his martial arts talent is not as good as his younger brother, maybe he will not be able to step into the immortal realm in his life, but his cultivation has not stopped for a day over the years. In the year of not being confused, the martial arts have surpassed the father, and the internal force is even more unfathomable, enough to be the head of a sect, and when the old pavilion master drives the crane to the west, the burden of Shuoji Pavilion can naturally only be handed over to the hands of this eldest son.

In the huge mountainside, the cold murderous aura began to spread, except for the two sisters Shen Bing and Shen Ling, everyone present was shocked by this terrible pressure, and no one thought to answer this person's question.

In the end, it was Shen Bing who spoke: "Yes, it was my father himself, he was seriously injured at the hands of the people in Jianzhuang back then, it was, it was..."

Shen Bing's voice was choked, but Luo Teng was furious, his chest rose and fell violently, and he gritted his teeth and said three good words, "Good! good! good! good sword!

Luo Teng's gaze fell on the only remaining Sword Zhuang disciple on the field, and his left hand, which was not holding the sword, stretched out flatly, and a huge suction force pulled the person's entire body to his side, and pinched it

His neck, the ice spread over the man's neck.

The face of the disciple of Jianzhuang showed a trace of despair, and his face turned red, but he didn't even have the heart to struggle.

In the hands of these people, sooner or later they will die, and the struggle will be in vain.

The body of the disciple of Jianzhuang was raised, and it was difficult to breathe, and he was almost suffocated to death.

In the belly of the mountain, a loud voice suddenly sounded from above, "This brother, can that sword village scum be handed over to me for disposal?"

Luo Teng and the others in the belly of the mountain all looked away, and their eyes were on a middle-aged man wearing heavy armor and holding this army-standard long knife.

The man in black frowned, to be honest, because of what happened to his younger brother back then, he didn't have a good impression of the people in the imperial court, but this time he was able to find out his younger brother's whereabouts and rush over in time, but it was the news from the people in the imperial court who sent it to Shuoji Pavilion.

All this, of course, is also the handiwork of Lei Fengheng, the head of the Lei family.

This time, since the court gave face first, he couldn't say anything, and behind the armored general, there were 50,000 troops under the mountain.

Luo Teng threw it away, and threw the last surviving Jianzhuang disciple high, and the armored general reached out and easily picked up the man, and without looking at it, he threw it on the ground.

"Thank you!" the general held the hilt of his sword and shook his fist at Luo Teng below, made a salute, turned his head and walked out of the cave.

Jiang Ning didn't have the time to wait for the army to come out, after entering the immortal realm, his cultivation was probably slightly weaker than the Yuan Dan in the outside world, but his lifespan was surprisingly long, Jiang Ning silently recited the mantra and flew directly to the ice field.

In the middle of the mountain, Luo Teng, who was dressed in black, carried Luo Mingyuan on his back, turned back to the two girls and said gently: "Go, Uncle Gen go back and see your grandfather." ”

(End of chapter)