Qilian Mountain.

Cold.

The cold and cold wind, wrapped in flying frost and white snow, swept over the earth.

At the end of the distant field of vision, the rolling mountains and dangerous peaks are like statues of gods that have been silent for thousands of years, silent, reaching the sky.

At his feet, there is an endless grassland, and the withered yellow grass stalks are shivering in the wind and snow, struggling to survive. In the sky, a sharp and high-pitched roar suddenly sounded, a huge figure, stretching its broad wings, hovering in the wind and snow, a pair of golden cold pupils were looking down at everything on the snowfield, it was a snow sculpture.

Suddenly.

The roar of piercing eardrums shook the air as if it could pierce gold and stone, and the snow sculpture fell like an arrow from the sky, and swept towards an insignificant black spot on the earth.

As the distance between the two approached rapidly, the black dot became larger and larger, and the outline became clearer and clearer, only to see that it was actually a person.

The snow was shaking, and this man was standing in the snow wrapped in a cloak and carrying a piano on his back, motionless, as if he had become a stone in the snowstorm.

But he seemed to have sensed the danger that was approaching overhead, and slowly raised his eyes to the huge black shadow, and saw a large amazing snow sculpture spread its wings, swooping over, and a pair of huge eagle claws just reached the sky and grabbed Su Qing's shoulders like lightning, and the strong wind brought by the wings whistled and blew on the façade.

Su Qing smiled.

Raising his arm, he only swung the green robe horizontally, and then rolled it up, and the flying snow on his head stood like a rolling wave and turned back against the current, colliding with the falling snow, converging into a whirlpool of energy, wrapping the snow sculpture in it.

The eagle owl swings in the air like a kite, then flips two or three times, and then continues to circle and turn when it stabilizes its body again.

But there are already people who can't stand it, and they don't know how thick the sky is.

"Whoosh!"

I saw a black shadow flickering and disappeared in a flash.

The snow sculpture had fallen diagonally, falling on the snow, struggling to slowly move away.

It turns out that there is not only one person on the snow field, but also many people, because today, here, there will be a battle between the ancient and the present, which is related to the life and death of the Central Plains martial arts, and it is also related to the life and death of each other.

Looking at it, the masters of the Demon Sect have arrived, including Bai Xiaolou, the other three Heavenly Kings, as well as the two elders of the Demon Sect, a total of six people, over there Xie Xiaofeng also led the heads of the five factions to arrive, and there are also six people.

It's just that these people's faces are not very good-looking.

Because they had seen Su Qing, he was only one person, and he dared to come alone.

He alone wants to win the twelve people present, and he wants to win Bai Xiaolou and Xie Xiaofeng?

Isn't this a fool's dream, a daydream?

Su Qing's style is undoubtedly to look down on others and despise others, especially Bai Xiaolou and Xie Xiaofeng, their faces have shown chill and coldness, and even more evil and murderous intent.

The higher a person's martial arts, the higher his status, and the greater his power, then his arrogance must be great, and his self-esteem is even greater.

Su Qing's move on this trip undoubtedly made the two of them feel humiliated by their self-esteem.

"How dare you play such a trick on this seat?"

Bai Xiaolou said coldly, gritted his teeth, and spoke word by word, his face was expressionless, as if he was covered by the wind and snow, only a pair of frightening indifferent eyes, as if he was ignoring everything, ignoring life and death, staring at Su Qing.

Xie Xiaofeng didn't speak, he was already holding his sword expressionlessly. It is rumored that he was born with a human sword, Su Qing didn't know if the rumors were true or not, but as soon as the other party held the Xie Divine Sword now, the spirit of the whole person had undergone earth-shaking changes in an instant, and he only felt that the wind and snow seemed to be even colder, and the chill was used from all directions, pervasively, as if it was about to be immersed in the bones, causing goosebumps to rise on the back of Su Qing's hands.

Murderous!

The unimaginable sharp qi, in a trance, the young man standing in the snow is no longer flesh and blood, but a sharp sword, the light and cold are in all directions, the qi penetrates the heaven and the earth, and he throws his hand and foot, as if he has given birth to an amazing sword qi.

It seems that he was also angered by Su Qing, and he was even more disappointed. Like him, he was born with the fame, fortune and power that people in the world dream of, and he doesn't need to work hard to pursue the realm that others are striving for, and he is naturally superior.

And now, he needs an opponent, longs for an opponent, if there is no opponent, how can he know the difficulties and dangers ahead, it is not the top is also like flat ground, how to be happy, how to be motivated, not to mention how to go further.

The way of martial arts is already full of dangers, and the way of the sword is even more dangerous, he really needs an opponent to sharpen his edge and pave his way forward.

But now.

Su Qing didn't notice everyone's eyes, more like he didn't see everyone's faces, he only took off the piano on his back and took it into his arms, before he said lightly: "What's the hurry, this piano is in hand, it is thousands of people, I am also fighting alone, which is stronger and which is weak, I still don't know." ”

As soon as he said this, some people were already suspicious.

How is Su Qing's martial arts?

He is not tall, but very high, at least looking at the contemporary era, just fighting with Shangguan Jinhong is enough to make him stand at the top of the rivers and lakes, he is the master of the Blue Dragon Society, coupled with the amazing record of several games, his martial arts are indeed very high.

But the higher the martial arts, the more people often know how to hide themselves, cover themselves, only those fledgling stunned youths, as soon as they enter the rivers and lakes, they can't wait to become famous in the world immediately, their own mastery, martial arts, all exposed, so, the most dead, is also this kind of person.

And Su Qing's piano sound has also been famous, at least the battle of Longmen Grottoes is enough to prove that his piano skills are extraordinary.

What's the difference now?

Does he have reservations?

"Su Qing, when death is coming, you dare not be ashamed!"

It was the head of Huashan who spoke.

"Do it!"

After that, he shouted violently, and the heads of several factions moved in unison, as if they had been discussed in advance, shaking their swords and pushing their palms, besieging Su Qing.

Picking persimmons always like to pick up soft pinching, now the three-way decisive battle, Su Qing is only one person, since he has to get rid of him first, then the remaining two sides will be able to fight heartily without worries, not only do they feel so, but the five people on the Demon Sect side also think so, in no particular order, Qi is attacking Su Qing, whether there is hidden strength, try it and you will know.

Only Bai Xiaolou and Xie Xiaofeng did not move.

Two people stand still in the snow.

They are all waiting.

Waiting for Su Qing to die, or waiting for him not to die, the result is that the ten people in the past have verified Su Qing's strength with their lives.

Su Qing stood.

In all directions, there are either sword lights, palm strength, or fist wind, swords, and long whip wielding, and there are figures everywhere, killing everywhere. Whoever falls into it is afraid that ten lives will be buried under the terrifying situation of the ten masters of the world.

"Well, don't you think there's another option?"

Su Qing sighed faintly.

Another option?

But at the moment, the situation is pressing, and no one thinks about it, thinks about his words.

And Su Qing has also made a move.

Since they want to try, Su Qing will give them a try.

The price, of course, is their lives.

"Zheng—"

The strings vibrate, Su Qing held the piano in his arms with one hand, twisted his fingers with one hand and hooked and picked, eight strings, as thin as a needle and thread, flew out of the piano with a low sound, and the surface of the strings was surprised to see the green mangs flowing on it, like flying needles and threads, in the wind and snow, passing back and forth, fast and fast like a shadow.

In an instant, Su Qingqin's body shook, and the eight strings suddenly retracted.

But seeing the ten figures besieging around him, at this moment, like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, thousands of blood holes burst out all over his body, and the sword broke inch by inch, and the body spread out silently as if it had been cut by a sharp net, turning into a stump and broken arm.

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