He was angry, and the consequences should have been severe.

But the Messenger was fearless.

The Courier's eyes were fixed on the hole, like two glowing swords.

I don't know how long it took.

The messy knife intent finally didn't go any further.

The sea breeze that had been cut down on the hill was gone.

There was no one in the cavern who spoke.

The Messenger had been standing in place, ready to die.

But the old swordsman didn't make a move.

He suddenly coughed softly:

"You don't deserve my shot. ”

......

A crack opened up the moment the sea of clouds came out of the hole, and then the messenger suddenly found that his body was no longer on the top of the mountain.

The wind whistled in his ears.

He left Beihai Yunshan.

After a few breaths.

He appeared at the foot of the mountain.

This is where he first climbed.

He had wasted so much effort to climb this mountain, which no one had a chance to climb except for cultivators, but the one on the mountain just waved his hand and let himself fall.

Zhou Tu's handwritten letter is gone.

Reinforcements are gone.

Because the knife is also afraid of death.

The messenger did not feel any pain from the wound on his body.

Because the wound in his heart hurt him even more at this time.

The man was greedy for life and afraid of death.

This is something he didn't expect anyway.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly shouted at the mountain, "Shame!"

The voice of the messenger crossed the mountain stream and poured into the clouds.

His voice echoed across the mountain.

He didn't know if the old swordsman had heard it, but he just wanted to scold.

......

......

In front of that cave.

Gu Changsheng lowered his head.

He never spoke, because he didn't know what he should say.

He hesitated for a long time.

And then he finally said, "I think there's some truth to what he said." ”

The old swordsman's voice came out.

He asked lightly, "If it is not a shame to die, I would rather be ashamed." ”

Gu Changsheng thought for a while and replied, "But what he said, the war has not started yet, and naturally there is no victory or defeat, I think it makes sense." ”

The old swordsman said calmly, "If the things in this world are all described by the three words I caught, I can probably accomplish a lot of things." ”

The long wind falls on the sea of clouds.

All the sword intent in front of the cave mouth returned to calm.

Gu Changsheng pondered the old swordsman's words and fell into deep contemplation.

......

......

Western Long Ridge.

This is not a mountain.

It's a mountain.

There are many fiery maple trees on the mountain, and these maple trees are red like blood.

But this time it is winter.

Therefore, these maple trees are covered with ice flowers, pure like ice sculptures.

The second messenger is here.

He was dressed in a thick cotton coat, and the horse on which he sat was covered with frost and snow.

His body was also covered in frost and snow.

The gun forest is here.

The suzeraint of the Gun Forest is here.

February flowers.

This legendary character.

No one had seen him, but they had heard that he had appeared once when Luo Ning had left Ma Wei Pass.

After that, there was no movement.

The messenger was nervous, for he knew what a heavy responsibility he had.

If the gun forest refuses to lend a hand, then the hope of the rebel army can only be pinned on Beihai Yunshan and Jianyuan.

When he was still five miles from the mountain in front of him, he had already jumped off his horse and chose to walk.

——

This is the etiquette of the Great Zhou, and it is also the most respectful performance of a person.

At this time, he showed great respect for this gun.

Because they desperately need the help of the guns.

The north wind blew on the side of his face, stinging like a needle tip, and he struggled to walk.

He didn't know how long he had been walking in the snow.

Then he finally reached the bottom of that ridge.

This ridge is extremely large.

It was like an incomparably huge spear lying between heaven and earth.

Right in the middle of this gun, there was a huge mountain gate.

On both sides of the gate were the maple trees that were already covered with frost flowers.

He stood in front of the mountain gate, feeling the solemn aura coming from inside, and the mountain gate was across in front of him, like an open mouth of blood between heaven and earth waiting for him to enter.

He straightened his clothes and patted the snowflakes on his body.

He stood at the gate of the mountain, which was dozens of feet high.

He's calling off.

"The messenger of the rebel army asks to see him on the orders of the emperor!"

......

His voice was loud and could be heard at least for a long distance in the snow.

But apart from the snowflakes that had fallen from the mountain, there was no movement in front of the mountain.

The messenger froze, and then he shouted loudly, "The messenger of the rebel army has asked to see him on the orders of the emperor, and the Demon Sect has returned to the world, so I hereby tell you. ”

The sky was covered with snow, and only his own voice answered himself.

The messenger called several times in succession.

——

No one responded to him.

Puzzled, he stepped forward to touch the gate.

The mountain gate was dozens of feet high.

It's the highest door in the world.

But his hand couldn't touch the door.

Because in front of this door there was an invisible barrier blocking his way.

The messenger was silent for a long time.

He seemed to understand something.

It's the same as the messenger who went to Beihai Cloud Mountain.

There was a deep incredulity in his gaze.

The plaintiff is in a hurry!

The wind is urgent.

Snow rush.

The army of the Demon Sect is even more anxious.

He knelt before the door.

"The Demon Sect has reappeared, please open the door seniors, the plaintiff is in a hurry!"

His voice echoed between the cold heaven and the earth.

At this time, it is even colder between heaven and earth.

It's cold like the human heart.

......

“...... The plaintiff was in a hurry......"

His voice grew hoarse.

Then it finally stopped in the snowstorm.

He knew the door might never open.

There can't be no one behind this door, but if the person who doesn't want to open the door doesn't open the door, then there will really be no one here.

You can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep, and you can never get someone who doesn't want to open the door to open the door.

Because they don't want to shoot at all.

It was as if he was left with himself at this moment.

The Courier's fist smashed into the snow underground.

Then the tears in his eyes could not stop flowing.

Tears were instantly frozen against the cold wind.

But none of this was as cold as his mood was at this time.

He just didn't understand.

"Isn't the Demon Lord also human?"

"Why are they so afraid?"

"Does he have more hands than you do, or more mouths or more eyes?"

......

Before Long Ridge.

A powerful spear intent suddenly rose.

This spear intent was so powerful that even this mountain peak trembled a little.

The messenger's body flew upside down for more than a dozen miles with his horse, shrouded in this gun.

More than a dozen miles passed in a flash, his feet hit the ground, and his face was already frozen to ginger.

No voice answered him.

But that angry gun intent is the best answer:

They won't shoot.

They didn't dare to make a move.

The Messenger has no more sorrow.

He straightened up calmly. Then he slapped the snow off his body.

At this moment, there was finally no more awe in his eyes.

Because these people have been frightened by the Demon Lord.

They are simply inferior to themselves.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and set out on the way back.

......

......

Somewhere in the middle of the guns.

Februaryflower lying on an easy chair.

His gun stood aside.

The stove in the house is as warm as a warm spring, which is not at all the same level as the cold outside.

He seemed to be fatter than when he went to Ma Weiguan to stop Luo Ning, but this still couldn't hide the fact that he was a peerless powerhouse.

His eyes were silently fixed in the direction of the receding messenger in the snow.

He turned his head and spat at the ground.

I don't know what that spit represents.

The gun seemed to be covered with dust in the light of the fire.

How long has it not been used?

He forgot.

Is it the moment when he shot Luo Ning and Li Fengliang in front of Ma Wei Pass?

A disciple next to him stared at him nervously.

Suddenly, he lifted something missing from his body.

Back then, his courage to dare to fight the Demon Lord with a gun was gone.

Februaryhua turned her head to look at the disciple.

He smiled and said, "Sometimes, people's knowledge of current affairs is the most important thing, the Demon Lord has been silent for so many years, and suddenly appeared this year, do you think he will be simple?"

He said calmly, "I'm not afraid, I'm just aware of current affairs." ”

Februaryhua was silent for a moment, and then he said to himself again in his heart, "I'm not afraid of ......"

He knew in his heart that the things that the messenger said were the blood of a young man.

Only one person can know how terrible the Demon Lord is after he has truly seen it.

He really doesn't have the kind of thing like blood now.

At least not in his blood.

......

Outside I don't know when the snow has fallen.

The snow blocked the light from the room.

He waved the messenger away.

He felt very comfortable without the hassle of these things.

He closed his eyes.

It's like a dusty gun that has lost its edge.

......

......