As soon as Nianhuazang flipped it over, he felt that someone was watching him.

It was a god-like gaze, as if a behemoth was looking down at him from the top of a cliff.

For a cultivator with a keen five senses, this feeling is so bad that it is simply breathless.

However, Nian Hua Zangping grabbed the sword, pierced with a sword, and leaned his foot against the cliff wall to leap up one person's height, and stabbed into the sword again, so that when he continued to go up, there was no movement on the entire cliff.

That oppressive gaze was locked on him like this, watching him climb up little by little.

It's as if a hunter is watching his prey step into the trap.

The strength of this man was beyond his expectations, and his arrogance was beyond his expectations.

Nian Huazang's face was pale, but the water that was spilled out could not be recovered, and he couldn't attack the opponent, so he himself messed up first.

He had no choice but to resist the pressure.

Although Baizhang was very deep, he was still a cultivator who had ascended to the extreme realm, and with no one interfering, he soon approached the top of the cliff.

The closer he got to the top of the cliff, the stronger the sense of oppression, like a mountain pressing on top of his head, Nian Huazang gritted his teeth and raised his head, and saw a black figure standing on the edge of the snow cliff looking down on him.

The man was wearing a hat, and he stood on the cliff with his hands in his hands.

Nian Huazang was getting closer and closer to him, and he could even see the eyes of the deep pool under the hat and the cold and disdainful expression on his face.

Nian Huazang lowered his head and continued to climb, and soon the sword in his hand was only a person away from the soles of the black-clothed man's feet.

But the man in black still didn't move.

Nian Huazang gathered his internal force in the hand holding the sword, and turned up with a lifting force, and his body crossed a jump arc in mid-air, and then landed steadily.

The soles of his feet finally touched the solid ground.

But that's where the challenge begins.

Nian Huazang fell to the opposite side of the man in black, raised the sword of the scale, and pointed at him.

However, the man in black remained indifferent, just looked down at the bottom of the cliff.

Nianhuazang's heart lifted, if the woman couldn't hold her breath and climbed up at this time, everything would be ruined.

He knew that he should attack this man in black at this time to attract his attention, but looking at the man in black standing there with ease, he hesitated.

But for some reason, there was no movement under the cliff.

The man in black sneered, and finally turned towards Nian Huazang and glanced at the sword pointed at him in the young man's hand.

"I didn't expect the chief of the Taiping Mountain House to be so sacrificial, this is different from what the intelligence says," the man in black looked at him and said word by word, "Nian, Hua, Tibet." ”

Nian Huazang felt creepy.

This man in black is not masked, and there may be no need to hide his appearance at all.

Nian Huazang was very sure that he had never met this person.

But listening to this man's tone, he knows everything about him.

He had never experienced the collapse of the family, and the biggest enemy to him so far was poverty, and seeing the bottomless eyes of this man in black, Nian Huazang instinctively felt a disgusting feeling of being seen through.

"That woman, oh no, I should say where is your good junior sister?" The man in black's gaze was like a cold snake, "Still down there?" Or did he run away alone? ”

Nian Huazang didn't say anything despite the discomfort in his heart, and at the same time, the sword qi on the Reverse Scale Sword began to accumulate.

"Oh," the man in black looked a little surprised.

"Your current opponent is me." Nian Huazang said expressionlessly.

The man in black was a little surprised.

Because the hesitation, questioning, and astonishment in the eyes of the young man who was still in front of him just now have all disappeared.

He seemed to have only the sword in his hand in his eyes.

The surrounding heaven and earth vitality also began to stir, and began to flow around the young man's body.

This body is made of a sword, a sword in the hand, and all thoughts are gone.

The eyes of the man in black finally became serious.

This is not the cunning but lowly little girl.

Even if he is such a man, he is a prodigy who has not been promoted to the top by the weak crown after all.

The chief of the Taiping Mountain House, Nian Huazang.

"The thirteenth generation chief of the Taiping Mountain House, ask Your Excellency for advice."

The brilliant sword light rose from the reverse scale sword, reflecting the scattered snow around him, and the young man on the snow held the long sword in his hand, and stabbed at the man wearing the hat with a long roar!

……

……

Nian Huazang had never felt that the dragon was so far away from this cliff when he raised his head.

When he took the first sword of the man in black, Nian Huazang felt that his brain must have been in the water just now before he could respond to the crazy woman's plan.

In the thick snow, two black shadows were moving at high speed.

One is Nianhuazang, and the other is a man in black who wears a hat.

The expression of the man in black was not as indifferent as before, and he could faintly see blood oozing from his left arm.

This is the last year of Huazang's mastery of the Taiping Mountain House, the third type of Datong swordsmanship, the golden crow left on the left arm of the man in black.

The momentum of the man in black was too strong, so Nian Huazang used the strongest burning sword of Taiping Mountain House at the beginning.

It's a pity that this sword not only didn't burn that person, but it was like stabbing a hornet's nest, completely angering the man in black.

In exchange for the embarrassing end of Nian Huazang.

He obviously didn't mean to, but as if he had followed the woman's plan, he succeeded in provoking the man in black.

Nian Huazang was still thinking that if the man in black was not interested in him, and only focused on tracking the woman and ignoring his challenge, he could just pick and choose.

But he didn't expect that after the man in black was stabbed, he began to fight with him, and Nian Huazang no longer knew if the character of the man in black was also within the woman's estimate, and while enduring the dirty words in his heart, he ran wildly towards the dragon's head.

At this moment, the sword of the man in black stabbed from behind him again, and Nian Huazang turned around and raised his hand to resist, turning around and drawing his sword.

However, the moment the two swords intersected, the blood and qi in Nianhuazang immediately surged, and a line of blood spurted out with a pop, falling sharply in the opposite direction as if being knocked away by the man in black.

With the force of the black-clothed man's blow, Nian Huazang swept out farther and farther, faster and faster, and spurted more and more blood.

The years are hidden in my heart and counted again and again.

"One, two, three......"

The man in black approached him again, and the majestic sword qi came from the surface, that is, it was slapped out by a huge iron plate, Nian Huazang could no longer hold the reverse scale sword with one hand, and grabbed the sword with the other hand, put the sword body across his chest, and caught the sword firmly.

Then he heard the sound of his ribs breaking.

There was a dark shadow overhead.

It is a snow-covered mountain.

Nianhuazang's figure passed through the dragon and looked up, retreating backwards like a lightning speed, and the man in black followed him.

Nianhua hid to the ground and whispered in his heart.

"Ten."

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