The wind was raging, and it was the time of the ice.

A dilapidated carriage struggled through the uneven tunnel.

Although the carriage was broken, it was still able to shield itself from the wind and snow.

Qi Tian leaned on the backrest of the carriage, stretched his two long legs, and then crossed each other and placed them in a position that he felt most comfortable with.

In his hand he was holding a seven-inch knife carved with a wooden carving.

For so many years, whenever he is free, he likes to take out a wood carving to vent all the emotions in his heart.

This wood carving may be an old woman with a dragon bell, or a cute girl with a pheasant, or a poet with a worried eye.

But more than that, it's a knife, a knife that is unique in heaven and on earth.

He always said that the knife was the only thing in the world that would never leave him.

He has experienced too many partings, and he has also experienced too many sorrows.

There is always a sad look between his eyebrows, looking down to see immortals, looking up to see Buddhas, and he always sees endless distant mountains.

He is a person who likes to be lively, but he has long been lonely and lonely.

Since he left home at the age of thirteen, in the past 22 years, although he has friends all over the world, he has always been lonely in his heart.

No one can enter into his heart and give him solace in the depths of his soul.

At this time, the small wooden knife carved in his hand looked like it had been made by a child.

Crude, one might even say vulgar.

But only a master whose realm strength has reached a certain level can see that every line on this small wooden knife is filled with sharp knife intent.

or open and close, or rampage, or antelope hanging armor, or galloping and raging.

It's hard to imagine that a person's sword intent will have such a change, and what is even more terrifying is that these changes are all in the person's thoughts.

There are thousands of people in the world who practice martial arts and practice swords, but those who can condense the sword intent to such a clear and natural, mellow and flawless person are afraid that they can be counted with just one pair of hands.

More than 300 years ago, an old Taoist priest of the Dragon Seeking Sect once said to an ancestor of the Qi family: "A hundred ghosts travel at night, and the Qi family is in charge of the country." ”

At this time, the world is rampant, the dark tide is surging, and it is not far from the night walk of a hundred ghosts, but the Qi family is just a joke.

Whenever he thought of this proverb that only the disciples of the Qi family could know, Qi Tian would smile.

The driver was a middle-aged man with strong blond hair and blue eyes, like a small mountain, and his body was at least two and a half meters tall. His muscles swelled and erected, as if they would tear through his thin clothes at any moment.

At this time, the world was slaughtered, and it was extremely cold, but this person just wore a close-fitting short fight but had nothing to do, which shows that his vigor and blood are rare in the world.

"Atai, stop in front, according to the intelligence, the man is about to come." Qi Tian's voice is gentle and soothing, making people unconsciously relax when they listen to it, as if there is a kind of magic in it.

"Okay, young master." The big man who was driving said in a loud voice, in a standard Yanghuai tone.

Qi Tian took the small wooden knife in his hand to his eyes and looked at it carefully, and after a few minutes, he showed a satisfied smile.

Just thinking about what would happen next, he couldn't help but sigh slightly.

People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.

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The carriage stopped, and Li Xuan stepped out of the carriage.

Qi Tian had been standing in front of his dilapidated carriage for nearly half an hour.

"Presumably Your Excellency is the one I am waiting for." Qi Tian said with a smile.

Li Xuan saw that there was a young man in front of him, who looked like he was in his thirties.

Dressed in a white robe, standing alone, with his hands behind him, he was indescribably free and easy.

The wind and snow were raging, but the place around him was empty, and countless winds and snow melted around him.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, it just so happens that I'm also looking for someone, that person has a heavy treasure, I heard that it came from the overlord's secret collection, it seems that Brother Tai should be looking for the same person as me." Li Xuan said calmly, as if the person he was talking about was really just a passerby.

Just looking at Li Xuan's acting skills, a proper actor can't run.

Nangong Ao and Han Jiangxue glanced at each other, and they both saw the endless admiration in each other's eyes.

Unexpectedly, the master's ability to tell nonsense is no worse than his ability to beat people.

Qi Tian frowned slightly, as if considering the authenticity of Li Xuan's words.

"This brother, to tell you the truth, I have been on the verge of catching up with him three times along the way, but this liao is extremely cunning, and he has slipped away each time. If we hadn't joined forces, the odds might have been a little better. ”

Li Xuan continued to induce.

Qi Tian's brows furrowed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't expect you to be quite interesting, I haven't seen someone like you for a long time, if we had met you before, maybe we would have become good friends."

I had seen the portrait of this person five days ago, although it could not be said that it was exactly the same, but that portrait still got Li Xuan's seven points of brilliance.

Li Xuan saw that he couldn't tear it anymore, and it was already time for him to see the dagger, so he straightened his waist, and a fierce momentum was like a thousand bladed giant peaks stacked on top of each other.

"In that case, let's see the real chapter under your hands." Li Xuan's face was solemn, and the temperature around him seemed to drop by more than ten degrees.

There was a flash of light, and the snow between heaven and earth suddenly stopped.

The popularity of this person in front of him is not shocked, as deep as the abyssal sea, and the space is hidden in the world, with the strength of Han Jiangxue and Nangong Ao, it is estimated that it is only enough to stuff people's teeth.

At the moment when the snowflakes of heaven and earth paused, Qi Tian's eyes lit up inexplicably.

Then the foreign strong man next to him suddenly let out a long roar in the sky, and the gravel under his feet burst out, and the person had already jumped high and smashed into the carriage where Li Xuan was standing like a mountain.

The big man adjusted his angle several times in the air, his knees were folded, his arms were crossed, his body was bent like a bow, and his qi machine penetrated down like an ocean.

A dull sound of breaking the air erupted from the big man's chest, like rolling thunder, and the air pressure around him suddenly became much lower, and the air seemed to be stagnant.

Li Xuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this rude man who looked like a bear was actually a martial arts master who was proficient in qi training.

The mind is clear, the breath is surging, and it has reached the level of entering the house.

And this style of "immortal kneeling" was also trained by him to practice a kind of fierce power of heaven and earth.

Nangong Ao didn't wait for Li Xuan to speak, his figure flashed, and he had disappeared from the spot, rushing towards the mountain-like big man in mid-air like a cannonball.

Since the last inexplicable bloodline refinement, the current Nangong Ao has been able to control the surge of power more proficiently.

At this time, it was an excellent opportunity to show his face in front of Li Xuan, Qi Tian couldn't see the depth, so he didn't dare to make the first move. But this sturdy foreign giant is still a little sure that he will be there for a while.

There was a dull loud sound of "bang", as if the yellow bell was shaking through the sky.

The snowflakes within a radius of 100 meters were torn into fine ice crystals by the huge impact force and scattered in all directions, forming a Luo Tian giant umbrella.

Ah Tai's body was thrown to a higher place, crossed a huge parabola, and fell heavily into the pile of rubble, smashing countless gravel out of it.

Nangong Ao shot to the ground like an arrow, and his feet sank three feet away, and there were more irregular spider web cracks on the hard bluestone post road within a radius of tens of meters.

He looked up in the direction where Atai had landed, his eyes frenzied and full of murderous intent.