A misunderstanding caused Chizuru to be seriously injured, and after Ning Shuang and Ning Shu roared and left, a grief-stricken, sad person walked aimlessly on the snow. He felt sorry for Chizuru, and he felt sorry for his only dear relative after his uncle left. He blamed himself, feeling extremely guilty, and this was the second time that Chizuru had been in danger. In order to hide himself, the uncle who was involved died tragically, and now Chizuru has become like this. What's more, he himself didn't know what to do to restore the soul of his damaged soul soldier Chizuru's true body soldier, uncle...... He was not taught.

Feeling the faint power of Chizuru in the ring, touching the cold Chizuru blood that was frozen in front of his chest, Condensation walked and walked, and when he arrived in a no-man's land, he slowly cried and knelt on the ground. He threw the Xuanling Sword aside, thinking about his dead uncle and the seriously injured Chizuru, hated his own incompetence, and slammed his fist against the snow on the ground in grief.

On the mark on his chest, blood flowed from the wound as the frost thumped hard again and again. With the vibration of the frost beating the ground, drop by drop fell on his clothes, fused into Chizuru's cold blood.

After a long while, Ning Shuang calmed down, sat on the ground, picked up the Xuanling Sword, wiped his tears, and said to himself.

"No! I can't do this! I'm going to save Chizuru, I'm going to save it!"

As he spoke, he put the Xuanling Sword aside, and Ning Shuang frantically took out all the various scrolls in the ring in the open space. Then he quickly flipped through it, looking for a way to heal the soul of the Thousand Cranes True Divine Soldier, regardless of the coldness of the surrounding environment, he sat on the ground, picked up the scroll with his hands that were red from the cold and bloodstained, and looked at it carefully.

Frost carefully searched for a cure for Chizuru, flipped through the scrolls quickly, and devoted himself to it. Not far away, a middle-aged man walked slowly and stepped on the snow.

Ning Shuang was looking at the scroll intently, he didn't look at the surrounding situation, he didn't look up, and he didn't notice the arrival of the middle-aged man. It wasn't until the man came to his side and pulled out the Xuanling Sword that Ning Shuang inserted on the ground from the ground that Ning Shuang suddenly subconsciously stood up sideways.

"Who?"

After Ning Shuang stood up, he instantly opened the magic ring and asked vigilantly at the man who picked up his Xuanling Sword.

The middle-aged man looked at the Xuanling Sword, and after hearing Ning Shuang's words, he didn't answer, just stroked it in place, and wiped the blood marks on the sword with his hand.

"Why are you taking my Xuanling Sword? What is the purpose of you approaching me quietly? If you don't speak, I'm going to offend?"

Ning Shuang looked at the middle-aged man and said to him in a warning tone.

But the middle-aged man still didn't answer, but Yong Xuanli in his left hand held up the Xuanling Sword and pushed it, sending the Xuanling Sword to the front of Ning Shuang.

"This sword is perfect for a young man as strong as you. ”

Ning Shuang picked up the Xuanling Sword that the man had sent back with his right hand and withdrew it into the scabbard behind his back. After listening to the middle-aged man's words, knowing that this person had no malicious intent, he slowly withdrew the magic ring and looked at him quietly.

After seeing that Ning Shuang got the Xuanling Sword, the man withdrew the magic ring. Then his right hand took out the ring with the frost on the ground, and the scrolls scattered on the ground were thrown away by him, and with another wave, the scrolls were put away. Then, with a hard slash at Frost, he sent the scroll back into Frost's ring.

Seeing that the man sent the scroll directly back to his ring, he was very worried that he would snatch the frost, but he was suddenly shocked, wiped the half-dried tears on his face, and looked at the middle-aged man with a puzzled expression.

"You!you!!!How can you penetrate the Xuanli seal in my ring? You are from the Nine Palaces?"

Ning Frost asked the man in a calm tone.

The man smiled at Ning Shuang when he heard Ning Shuang ask. Then the right hand that stopped in mid-air made a force, and a Xuanling Sword that was the same as the Xuanling Sword in Ning Shuang's hand, and the Xuanling Sword engraved with the word Tianzi on the sword appeared in the man's hand.

Ning Shuang was surprised when he saw the Heavenly Character Xuanling Sword, and then asked.

"Who are you!!!, the leader of the Shadow Guard, the Emperor Zhitian senior?"

The man nodded, took back the Xuanling Sword, looked at Ning Shuang and said.

"You are the frost mentioned in the letter of the seventh brother and the eighth sister, right?"

Ning Shuang saw the man nod, confirming that he was the leader of the Shadow Guard that his uncle had told him, and that the Emperor Emperor Zhitian. Suddenly knelt on the ground in pain, lowered his head, and said hoarsely.

"Senior! I finally met you!! uncle has been taking me to look for you before! I haven't found you! Now that my uncle is gone, Chizuru is seriously injured again, you must help me........."

Ningshuang wept bitterly, couldn't help himself, knelt down to worship the sky, and kowtowed violently.

At this time, several screams came from not far away, and after that, a dragon roar, deafening followed. The impact generated by the fluctuation of the Xuan Force suddenly rushed towards the Heaven Stopping and the Frost.

"This is not the place to talk!

Sensing the impact generated by the fluctuation of the Xuan power, he rushed towards here, and Zhitian came to Ning Shuang's side in an instant and said to him, and instantly opened the teleportation circle and took him out of this place.