The wind and snow roared.

A huge reckless ox, dozens of miles away, was swept up by the wind, wrapped all the way, and shot heavily to the front of this team.

The young guard at the front of the line roared and drew his sword from its sheath, the sword was wrapped in strength, but the size of the bull was too large, and in an instant it was like Mount Tai pressing down.

The moment the tip of the knife touched the body of the bull, the young guard knew that he might not be able to withstand the tremendous pressure.

The ancient knife cut through the tough skin of the mangniu, and after three inches into the meat, it was stuck, pressing his back and slamming it on the carriage, and the "secret pattern talisman" of the carriage instantly stirred, this "big thing" was too big, coupled with the momentum of the snowspout rolling it into the air and falling, pressing the guard's chest to dent.

The young guard's face was hideous, as if he had been hit by a meteorite, he looked ahead with a pale expression, and in the sudden wind in the sky, countless corpses fell like heavy rain.

The other guard was still roaring and roaring, directing his people to retreat.

The long line of the whole convoy made a difficult turn, and gradually turned from crashing into a snowspout, into a twisting parallel line, the two big red date horses ran and broke their legs, their front knees were broken, their bodies leaned forward, and they neighed in pain, and their upper bodies fell out heavily, and the clansmen on horseback slid out, and in an instant they were drowned in the snow tide.

Tian Yu's eyes are red, such a vision rarely appears on the Heavenly God Plateau, usually the surname of the king tent will have a formation mage, and at the same time divination hexagrams, predict good luck and evil, in order to avoid such evil celestial phenomena, the snow tornado is too fast, even if there is a sense, it is difficult to protect everyone.

His reaction was already extremely fast, a powerful knife, hard to split the corpse of a fallen bull, in the snowstorm in the legs of the horse, guarding the front of the convoy, in the sharp turn, the good horse under his crotch let out a miserable howl, and before, the horse's hooves slipped on the grassland, the side of the body collapsed in an instant, Tian Yu stabbed a knife on the grass, holding the knife with one hand, half of the body hung outside, with himself as the central axis, the other hand held the horse's belly, the sharp turn became slow, the man palmed force, forced himself to ride for six yearsThe dark horse of the "loved ones" held up.

In the snowspout, the black horse raised its hooves frantically, and the hooves that were almost broken were only slightly bumped, and the weightless huge body was held up by Tian Yu, and he was lucky to survive.

Tian Yu pulled out the ancient knife, without saying a word, and ran wildly, the snowspout had not yet come, but the strong wind of the heavy snow tide had already hit his face, and the robe was directly untied and thrown away by him, revealing a black chain mail, in just three or four breaths, he actually caught up with the big black horse at the speed of his legs, pressing on the horse's back with one hand, the whole person did not turn over on the horse, but hung on the horse's side, fist-sized snow blocks shot out, he covered his cheeks with his palms, and his arms were constantly clanging and breaking by the black iron quenched armguards, these hard snow were extremely tough, as fierce as a thrown stone。

"Go to the front of the line!!"

His voice was hoarse and scorching in the snow.

The dark horse with a good heart understood, and ran wildly on a line of tumbling snow.

In Tian Yu's heart, nothing is more important than the life of the "prophet", and along the way, he looked at the vague shadows of cars, horses, and people, and roared loudly: "Unload! Unload! Unload all the unimportant goods!!"

The entire convoy was being chased by a heavy snow tide.

Tian Yu's expression was gloomy.

The whole team has reached the final point of turning and turning, and when the formation is completed and the speed is accelerated, it should not be a problem to shake off this snow tide.

His gaze looked around.

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He was looking for the strange man's place.

Tian Yu rode a black horse and galloped to the front of the convoy, the secret pattern of the prophet's carriage had been activated, and countless silver lights were scattered, forming a natural barrier, but the bad thing was that the young guard who guarded the safety of the prophet was pierced in the chest by the horns, and the whole person was smashed into the carriage, and the iron sheet was smashed into depression, because of this reason...... A gap was revealed in the carriage.

Tian Yu flew out, slammed his shoulder on the body of the bull, and at the same time cut the horn with a knife, fortunately, he did not stab the vital point, but pierced into the lower ribs, and did not penetrate the body, the body of the bull was too heavy and heavy, he leaned on the mountain with his shoulder, and leaned on it three times before he hit a gap and threw it down from the front of the carriage with his strength.

After the cow got off the train, the secret pattern of the carriage filled the gap, and the speed suddenly increased.

Tian Yu took out the white gauze belt from his waist bag and quickly wrapped it around the waist of the guard, the injury was not serious, for cultivators like them in the middle realm, they could heal after ten days and half a month of rest.

"What about the man?"

Between bandages, Tian Yu quickly spoke.

The young guard said weakly, "Outside." ”

Outside?

The outskirts of the line?

Tian Yu frowned, and ran close to the outer edge of the team's turn, as if he didn't see the strange man, and on the outer floor, it was already within the range of the snow tornado.

He suddenly realized a very important problem.

Just now there was a reckless ox in the sky that had been swept up by a snowspout for miles, and this creature never lived alone, but lived in herds...... However, all the way was peaceful, except for the huge snow blocks with a murderous aura, only the wind roared in front of him.

He followed the young guard's fingers and looked into the distance, in the midst of the snow tide, there was a vague figure, with his back to him, his feet on the ground, this convoy rushed in the direction away from the snow tide, but the vague figure was not immediately pulled away...... The figure raised its arms, as if carrying a huge tripod, and its feet kept falling backwards on the snow.

Tian Yu subconsciously raised his head, and his expression suddenly turned pale, as if he had seen a ghost.

The young man raised his arms as if hugging the huge snowspout, and countless dense black dots on the dome piled up and smashed ten feet above his head, as if he had opened up a new world.

From afar...... The rain of corpses that should have been thrown by a snowspout was all stopped by one person.

......

......

The sword array, the sword array, the starlight array, and the evolved divine array.

The sword intent of Xiaoshuang Mountain, the sword intent of Mr. Ye Changfeng, the sword intent of Jianhu Palace, Pei Min's wildfire, Zhao Rui's fine snow, and the artistic conception of sword qi that he has seen and heard along the way.

A whole avenue, as bright as a galaxy, surrounded the tiny speck of dust in the divine pool.

It must be contained in mustard seeds.

Alone, fighting against this huge natural disaster, Ning Yi is constantly evolving his Dao method, doing his best, these Dao fruits have taken root and sprouted, and they are being urged to the extreme at this moment, like a huge copper furnace, incorporating all the "Dao" into it, and it only needs the time to integrate it.

Ning Yi stepped on the heavy snow tide, his feet close to the ground, as if wrestling with this huge tornado.

His face was sometimes ruddy, sometimes pale, and his robe had long been torn by the wind and snow, revealing his skin as bright as King Kong glass, and his complexion was pale, but at this moment it seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, looking holy and dignified.

He gasped and turned around

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Come and watch the convoy behind you gradually complete the U-turn.

The speed of the convoy gradually increased.

They...... Escaped.

Here, only one is left.

Ning Yi took a deep breath, he stepped on his feet, no longer retreated, and let this huge snow tide "engulf" him, countless snow pieces smashed on his cheeks, shoulders, waist and abdomen, shattered and bloomed in front of King Kong Liuli, turning into snow-white fireworks.

Ning Yi's hands hung down, and one hand gently landed on his waist.

On the hilt of a fine snow sword.

His expression was solemn and serious.

In this grand snow tide, the bottom layer was pitch black, and the rich evil qi condensed, and even Ning Yi's "King Kong Physique" was covered with a faint layer of black mist.

This snowspout was not enough to wilt all the creatures in its pass, the rhizomes of the frost grass were in the ground, and they could grow again if they were plucked, and the creatures of the grassland were always tenacious and tenacious.

However...... The grass that Ning Yi trampled on barefoot at the moment, even the frost grass withered, and a piece of evil qi was washed away like a waterfall, and some of those reckless cattle crashed into the snow tide, swallowed by the evil qi, and even the belt bones were eroded by the evil qi, and when they were spit out by the snow tornado again, there was only a huge and withered skeleton left.

Ning Yi took a deep breath.

He pulled out the fine snow and stood in the middle of the snowspout, the black tide rolling in the distance, and the land trembling.

Inside the Divine Pool, the Lionheart King's crystals trembled again.

The voice rang out again.

"Urle!

Ning Yi muttered, "It's here." ”

......

......

Violent running, under the life-and-death crisis of nature, but any creature with a trace of wisdom will force all its potential.

The horse's hooves are like thunder.

The convoy, which had completed the turn, gradually began to converge, breaking the wind, accelerating, and the snow tide behind them, the distance was gradually widened.

Tian Yu squatted on the front board of the prophet's carriage, took the reins of the injured companion, and there was a sudden sound like a meteorite hitting the ground behind him, and it was not difficult to guess that the snow tide that was stopped by the man on his own strength began to collapse at this moment, but he could only chase the end of his group, and it could not bring much threat.

The curtain of the carriage was opened.

"Lord Prophet?" Tian Yu looked at the old man nervously, for some reason, he felt that the prophet's expression had become much more polished, and he subconsciously asked, "You are not injured, are you?"

The old man shook his head.

The prophet's expression was a little subtle, he looked at Tian Yu, without words, this eight-foot man who resolutely opposed saving "Ning Yi" a few days ago lowered his head in shame.

Tian Yu realized at this time the importance of saving this strange man, such a great feat as great as the gods descending to earth, even if it is the "king sealer" among the eight surnames, it may not be able to do it, right?

Is this an Terran exile?

Wait a minute...... He said before, what is his name?

Tian Yu's lips were dry, and he suddenly thought of those words.

He muttered, "Urle-Etu." ”

The old prophet, the wounded guard, the one who was holding the reins, was stunned when he heard these five words.

Tian Yu's throat was dry.

He thought back to that image, a little distracted, and muttered again: "He said he was ...... Urle-Etu"

The old man touched his forehead with one hand, feeling the abundant vitality.

"Two thousand years ago, the Maharaja of the Eight Surnames on the Celestial Plateau was the only 'true god'. ”

"Urle-Etu. ”

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