On the fifth day.

The silver-haired old woman stood on the top of the mountain, she had already digested her previous feelings, although it was not enough for her to enter the mysteries, but it made her spy on a new path and possibilities.

This gave her a sense of brightness.

Maybe after this time, it will be time for her to resign from her position as a national teacher, follow her will, and embark on this new path.

Of course, before that, she had to keep the Holy Son, even if it was the last thing she did for Da Wei.

Although it was early winter, the weather was very abnormal.

Heavy snow stopped and fell for five days.

The old woman felt something, and suddenly her eyes tightened, and she looked into the distance.

There was no warning.

The wind is blowing.

It's about a hundred miles away.

The sky seemed to be falling.

The oppressive gray-bronze sky cracked!

It was two snowspouts that suddenly sprouted, falling from the cracked hole!

Tornadoes are rampant, and even here they have an impact.

The fluttering snow in the Strange Canyon became crazy, like a swirling vortex of accumulation, sweeping through the heavens and the earth, with the two tornadoes as the center, spinning rapidly.

The national teacher's eyes were sharp, staring at the far distance.

There, the two snowspouts were colliding, tangling, overlapping, and separating!

All the surrounding rocks and dead trees were crushed into dust and became part of the tornado!

Between heaven and earth, the spectacle is like this, which is really touching and gives birth to a kind of spiritual stirring.

The national teacher was even more sympathetic, and couldn't help but tear up, and gave birth to insights.

However...

She had a vague feeling again.

It seems that the old guy from the Shadow Academy Palace has already arrived.

It was as if someone had stopped him.

And this snowspout is the result of the two fighting.

But just thinking about it, the silver-haired old woman threw the thought out of her mind.

Because it can't be.

First of all, no one else from Dawei came again, so she added two worshippers.

Secondly, this kind of power is definitely not something that the group of Tian Yuan from the Shadow Academy Palace can do, but Tongxuan will not make a move.

So, it's not a human fight.

It is a wonders that are naturally generated by heaven and earth.

The old woman let down her vigilance and was in awe.

Tongxuan, that is, through heaven and earth, if you raise your hands and feet, it is really so powerful, then isn't it a land immortal?

She looked at the dancing and roaring wind and snow, and was a little distracted for a while.

...

Xia Ji also saw a snow tornado.

Two swirling winds carried the white of the cross-current, spawning in the distance like madness, as if it had become the main perspective of the world.

If the snowspouts continue west...

Others are probably going to escape.

As long as the tornado shows signs of coming from the west, the five thousand Wei soldiers in the Strange Canyon must abandon the camp and baggage, and evacuate immediately, otherwise they will suffer disaster.

But he wanted to give it a try.

What does it feel like to stand in the center of a tornado?

Can be both.

He also felt that something was wrong with this tornado.

As for why, he couldn't say.

With heavy snow on the border, it is not impossible for a tornado to occur.

The boy meditated, and it was really overflowing.

As soon as the snow arrived, it was shaken open by a shroud-like wave mark, which left Xia Ji without any snow on his side.

And the internal force consumed by doing such a thing can be replenished by him with just one breath.

In other words, even if he doesn't have an umbrella at this time, he can be completely protected from rain and snow.

Leng Yansaw was inserted at his side, simple and mysterious like a statue.

Xia Ji's gaze looked into the distance.

After all, no one would ignore those two dancing snowspouts.

Where the tornado is located, a chaotic white tsunami.

Slowly, the wind finally shifted.

This natural disaster did not come to this end, but turned around and went to the east, passing by a barren mountain in the territory of Yan Kingdom.

The barren mountain was cut open by the tornado.

It's like being cut with a knife.

The tornado thus also stopped.

In a split second.

The wind stops!

Snow stops!

The sky is clear!

Thousands of pillars of light fell obliquely to the earth, wrapped in silver, gilded with a layer, and the northern scenery showed a desolate and vast beauty at this time.

This kind of scene made the Wei soldiers in the canyon, the scattered people in the rivers and lakes, the heroines who came from all walks of life to "ask the sword king questions", and the "brothers and sisters around the heroines" were all dumbfounded.

The beauty of the scenery is one thing, but it's more of a shock.

The weather is too capricious, isn't it?

Too human, right?

Didn't even make a transition?

Overcast to tornado, tornado directly to sunny?

...

At this time.

100 miles away.

Heaven and earth are calm.

Before the cracks in the barren mountains.

The tall shadow bent down to pick up the hat, dusting the snow off the hat, and the black-gloved hand pressed heavily on the arc moon long knife, as if relying on it to support the exhausted body.

A few strands of hot blood slid through the glove and slid toward the hilt.

The blood dripped three feet before it froze into red beads and stuck to the handle of the silk-wrapped knife.

Scold...

Scold...

His chest heaved slightly, as if he had just gone through a fierce fight.

Her legs are very long and her body is well-proportioned, and although she can't see her face clearly because of the hat, she must be a very beautiful person.

However, her temperament is so strange that it is impossible to guess what kind of face it is.

It is not the beauty of a secular woman, nor the heroic posture of a woman, not the charming, not the charming, not the pure, not the indifference, there are no words to describe this strange and mysterious beauty.

Whew...

She suddenly drew her knife, and the blade was dark red.

The hilt has her own blood.

However, there was still a frozen red on the tip of the knife, which was the blood of the enemy.

The knife suddenly burst into flames.

The blood thawed, and the red began to flow and converge into a drop.

Qianying raised her head and gently blew off the blood from the tip of the knife.

The blood fell into the snow and bloomed a red peach blossom.

...

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, three months.

After Murong Tianlong was killed, Yan Guo did not come again.

The national teacher is also inexplicable, and her expectations are in vain, after all, she is ready to make a move.

In the meantime, she was about to leave, and when she turned around, she suddenly remembered the snowspout that day.

Did someone make a move? That's why the monsters from the Shadow Academy didn't come?

No, it shouldn't be.

On the other side, the Wei army completed its task, and the general who commanded 5,000 elite soldiers said goodbye to the Holy Son, and was ready to return to Beiliangzhou.

The heroines of the rivers and lakes led by Lin Rongrong took their respective brothers and holy sons to "say goodbye".

Xia Ji was also speechless.

He sat for three months and killed a Murong Tianlong.

But the harvest is also okay.

First of all, the equipment has been updated, from a wide-backed knife to a long-standing magic knife cold saw, plus an original knife box.

Secondly, the death of one unit is obtained, and this "death" is the category of "will", which can greatly weaken the enemy's strength.

In the end, he gained three more insights, and each time he felt a question, he remembered the number of times "three", and imagined what strange things would happen if he reached "six" again.

What is that presence that smells of formalin, lava sulfur, flowers, and a woman's voice?

These are the gains in terms of strength enhancement, in addition, the reputation of his Great Wei Sword King has been decided, and he wants to expand this reputation again.

At that time, if his status as a holy son is invalidated, then the reputation of "Great Wei Sword King" will be enough to neutralize the negative impact of the fake holy son.

Not only that, but he also wants to build his own power.

If your identity is revealed, there are three possibilities.

First, the Holy Gate made a mistake, and felt that it was quite good to be a Holy Son, so he continued to let himself do it, so naturally he was fine.

Second, if the Holy Gate maintains a neutral attitude towards itself, then the reputation of the "Great Wei Sword King" will be enough for him to protect himself.

Thirdly, the Holy Gate is hostile to itself, and has investigated its fake identity, and even feels that it is entirely due to the Holy Gate...

The worst plan is to be hostile to the Holy Gate, at that time, even if he is the world-famous "Great Wei Sword King", he will still be hunted down by the Holy Gate.

Xia Ji naturally believed that Tianwang Laozi, Pang Jing, and Xiaolu Ding would be on his side, but so what?

Among the Holy Gate, there are three elders, four Dharma protectors, five heavenly maidens, eight patrol envoys, and there are gurus in every temple in the six prefectures and three prefectures, and these are only superficial strengths.

Think deeper.

The Holy Gate is in retreat, and as far as I know, once you enter the Xuan, your longevity will be greatly improved.

In short, the former door owner, the former door owner, and the former door master are all very likely to be alive.

The Holy Gate he saw was only the tip of the iceberg of this great power.

Elder Tianwang said that "the Xuan generally does not interfere in the world, and the tacit understanding between the high-level leaders" also vaguely reflects this point.

And this is still only considering the situation that the Holy Gate only has one mystic in each issue.

In addition, there is also a fierce Miyajiu, who has a suspicious heart and doesn't know where to hide.

Therefore, it is imperative to form forces.

Controlling the Holy Gate, even if it turns the sky upside down, it is only the strength that controls the surface.

Xia Ji thought quietly, and he lifted the bronze knife box horizontally, and the Sanskrit chains were bound layer by layer.

After all, such a magic knife is the original.

It's better to carry a knife box on your back than a big knife on your back, and with the high-quality Sanskrit chains, it's like telling people "This knife is fierce, if you want to provoke me, you'd better weigh it".

It is best to use the identity of the swordsman as a hide, and then find a way to find a higher level of physical exercises, if it is still the internal force to feed the body, it will be better.

It's a pity that the limit of "Four Doors of the Screen" is only 120 years, otherwise you can really keep practicing.

How?

Xia Ji rode his horse west, his mind moving quickly.

The early winter sun still has a cold connotation, and from time to time two snow flakes come to the face.

He turned his head sideways, looking at the high-spirited and high-spirited little furnace ding, who was particularly hilarious for some reason, her eyebrows fluttered, and she looked like she wanted to fly into the sky.

Xia Ji looked at it more closely, and it seemed to be a little different.

But in this world, unless the master of the inner family shows his strength, unless he has obvious characteristics left by martial arts, it is almost impossible to be detected by the realm, after all, the true qi is in the stomach, who knows?

If everyone knows that each of them has "I am a master of internal strength" on their heads, then twenty years and thirty years will feel that they can't beat it...

This is naturally unrealistic.

So Xia Ji didn't think much about it.

In Xiao Lu Ding's opinion, she is already a master at the same level as the Holy Son, and she has more than seventy years of internal strength, which is really powerful.

And the Holy Son didn't know that she was quietly pretending to be forced, and she was really happy.