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The wind was bitterly cold and the snow was howling. The endless mountains span tens of millions of miles, steep and steep, and everything is dead silent. This place is the forbidden land of the extreme cold of the Luoshui Continent.

In the raging cold wind, a figure gradually appeared in the distance. This person's sword eyebrows are slanted, his facial features are distinct, and his eyes as bright as stars flashed with the indifference and recklessness of a beast in the heavy snow. This person had long hair in a shawl, but at this time it was scattered with mottled blood.

The young man seemed to be injured, with a trace of blood at the corners of his mouth, and the clothes on his upper body were almost torn, revealing the perfect muscles of the young man's great sense of strength, and the young man did not seem to feel the slightest chill, Suo Xing tore off the few remaining pieces of fabric on his upper body, and the angular lines highlighted the infinite power contained in the blizzard. And in this extremely cold place, the young man did not show a trace of coldness.

The young man stopped, looked back, showed a sneer, and said to himself: "I didn't expect this group of old guys to be really ghostly, it seems that I have to deal with them, so that I can go to the Bingbi Seven-Colored Lotus with peace of mind." After that, the young man's eyes gradually became cold and solemn, and a trace of scarlet loomed.

In the distance, a group of black dots were gradually magnified, and in just a few breaths, a group of people with different appearances appeared in front of them.

An old monk in a red robe stopped in front of the young man first, and with a flick of his sleeve, he put away a purple-gold gourd that had brought him. The old monk's eyebrows were white and extremely long, and he gave a Buddha name to the young man, and said: "Little donor, the Bingbi Seven-colored Lotus is known as the treasure of the Buddhist family, please hand it over to the old man" "Hey, hey, why are you so brazen as a monk, and you are also the treasure of the Buddhist family, no one in this Luoshui Continent knows, this Bingbi Seven-colored Lotus is in the most mysterious secret realm of the Luoshui Continent - the nourishment of the Luoshui Forbidden Land for hundreds of millions of years before giving birth to such a flower, and you still claim to be a monk, hehe" The person who spoke was dressed in green clothes, carrying an ancient long sword, and his beard was sloppy, A worn-out dagger hangs from his waist. At this time, six more people arrived one after another, and one of them, a big man who was more than nine feet tall, shouted loudly, "Xiao Bai, the eight of us chased and killed you for ten days, during which we flew tens of millions of miles, and we finally caught you, haha...... Even if you Xiao Bai is a legendary genius? What about the only one for thousands of years? Now that your air pockets have been abolished, you can't even accumulate qi, it's just a joke, what do you use to fight with us masters? Haha......"

Xiao Bai's face was expressionless, standing in the ice and snow, his body standing straight, like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed, and his eyes were scarlet looking at the eight people in front of him, "The old monk of Bitter Zen, the sword idiot in Tsing Yi, the sect master of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, and the poison god of the Hundred Poison Sect...... The people here are all among the best masters in this Luoshui Continent, I didn't expect that I, Xiao, would be able to personally bury these masters in my lifetime, hehe......"

"Presumptuous, you dying man still dare to speak wildly, you'd better hand over the map that found the seven-colored lotus, and then waste your hands and tendons, we may be able to spare your life" An old man with an extremely ugly face said fiercely, this person is the so-called poison god.

At this time, the bitter old monk said, "Ani Buddha, good, good." Little donor, God has the virtue of a good life, and we have no malice, we just want to use the map of finding the lotus, but the old man has never understood why you are looking for this ice blue seven-colored lotus, do you still want to restore your air pockets that have long been abolished? ”

When Xiao Bai heard the old monk's question, his eyes couldn't help but be a little confused, he looked into the distance of the sky, and said to himself, "Why...... I searched almost the entire Luoshui Continent for ten years, just to ...... I can't bear it, I can't forget that girl, maybe, even if it's a one percent chance, I'll find the Bingbi Seven-Colored Lotus, I, I, I must make her wake up."

Suddenly, Xiao Bai's eyes burst out with a beast-like expression, "No need to talk nonsense, let's fight, the Bingbi Seven-Colored Lotus is mine." I've been looking for ten years, how can I give up? ”

The wind of Broken Dragon is howling even more at this moment, and a life-and-death battle is about to begin.

Xiao Bai, how will a fallen genius in the past face the eight masters?

Xiao Bai: "I won't die easily, because that girl is still waiting for me......"

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