On the street, looking at the young man who suddenly appeared, the disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Sect were stunned for a moment, and they couldn't see the depth of the forest barrenness.

"Who are you, dare to meddle in the affairs of my Heavenly Thunder Sect!"

The purple-clothed young man led by him boldly scolded.

"Heavenly Thunder Sect...... Isn't it remarkable?"

Lin Huang gathered his sleeve robe and raised his eyebrows to stare at the latter.

"You dare to be the enemy of the Heavenly Thunder Sect?"

The purple-clothed young man leaned back slightly, gritted his teeth and said sharply.

Lin Huang chuckled lightly, "My name is Lin Huang, I once killed Han Qingtian, do you think I dare to be an enemy of the Heavenly Thunder Sect? Or is the Heavenly Thunder Sect qualified to be an enemy of me?"

"You ......"

The people of the Heavenly Thunder Sect looked at the mellow young man in front of them, and suddenly took a few steps back in fright, and their hands trembled a little when they pointed at Lin Huang, "You...... Are you a forest wilderness?"

"Isn't it like that?"

Lin Huang spread his hands and said, then turned around, looked at Fang Wusheng, who was already standing unsteadily and sitting on the ground, and said with a smile: "Do you want to cultivate the Snow Drift World?"

Fang Wuming raised his head, his expression was stunned, and then nodded fiercely.

Lin Huang smiled and nodded, "I'll demonstrate it again, and I have to feel it with my heart." The success of Xue Piao's cultivation in the human world is only a matter of moments!"

As he spoke, Lin Huang turned his head to look at the people of the Heavenly Thunder Sect again, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm from the Heavenly Thunder Sect, what do you want to do?"

The purple-clothed young man looked at the smile on the corner of Lin Huang's mouth, and suddenly felt stunned in his heart, and retreated while threatening, sweat appeared on his forehead.

Lin Huang smiled silently and slowly moved forward.

"Let's go!"

The young man in purple was suddenly too frightened to stay longer, and waved his hand to leave this place.

Bang.

Before the purple-clothed young man turned around, a fellow disciple beside him exploded and died.

The whole street is full of snowflakes, which looks extremely poignant.

Feeling the blood splattering on his face, the disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Sect were all stunned, their legs trembling a little, and they smelled the breath of death.

Poof.

Several disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Sect immediately knelt down, not daring to raise their heads in the slightest.

Without really making a move, he instantly killed his fellow disciples. The palm of the martial arts snow drifts in the world, in the Drifting Snow Palace, who is there besides Lin Huang?

"When did the people of the Heavenly Thunder Sect dare to hunt down and kill my disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace?"

Lin Huang squatted down and picked up the head of the purple-clothed young man, "Or is the Heavenly Thunder Sect already lawless?"

"Ask for ...... Please spare the villain's life, the villain swears that he will never embarrass the disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace again!"

The purple-clothed young man knelt and took two steps forward, his face was pale with fright, his body trembled, and he looked extremely frightened.

"I don't like spineless people!"

Lin Huang shook his head lightly and stood up boringly, "The disciples who hurt me in the Drifting Snow Palace must be repaid with blood." This truth is bigger than the sky!"

When the words fell, Lin Huang smiled coldly, and the snow suddenly fell on the street.

Bang bang.

In the blink of an eye, the disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Sect suddenly turned into powder, frightening the faces of the onlookers, looking at the young man in the snow, their hearts chilled.

"What happened?"

After dealing with the people of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, Lin Huang turned around and looked at Fang Wusheng, whose breath was weak.

Fang Wuming's expression darkened, remembering his task of going down the mountain, he excitedly grabbed Lin Huang's hand, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and said intermittently:

"Heavenly ...... The Heavenly Thunder Sect and the Wind and Rain Building attacked the Drifting Snow Palace, and the palace gate was already in danger. Beg...... Ask the chief senior brother to return to the mountain and strengthen my mountain gate!"

On the street, the smile on Lin Huang's face suddenly froze.

"How long?"

Lin Huang took a long breath and continued.

"It's been almost two months!"

Fang Wuming choked and said, "Most of the palace gate disciples died in battle, even the Wuhou Ancestor has fallen several times, and the palace master is also in danger, and his life is difficult to protect. The elders desperately sent twenty-seven of us down the mountain to find Zangfeng Master Ancestor, and I was the only one left!"

On the street, Lin Huang looked at Fang Wusheng who was choking and crying, and his expression became completely cold.

No wonder......

No wonder the people of the Heavenly Thunder Sect dared to blatantly hunt down and kill the people of the Drifting Snow Palace.

Lin Huang originally thought that the Heavenly Thunder Sect and the Wind and Rain Building were the four major sects, and they should have their own arrogance. At most, he just closed the mountain gate and ignored the catastrophe of the East Spirit Realm.

But he never thought that these two major sects would take advantage of the fire to rob and surrender to the Blood Spirit Palace.

Lin Huang suddenly turned around, looked at Lin Cangxue and Bai Xiaopang in the restaurant, and said calmly:

"Back to the mountain!"

......

Drifting Snow Palace.

It has been two months and seven days since the Heavenly Thunder Sect and the Wind and Rain Tower besieged the Drifting Snow Palace!

Up and down the Drifting Snow Palace, it is now a miserable scene. Of the 3,000 disciples who stayed at the palace gate, most of them had already died in battle, and there were less than 1,000 disciples left.

Even the ancestor of Wuhou died several times in battle.

Palace Master Yan Nangui desperately killed Han Wuyi, the sect leader of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, but he was seriously injured, with as many as seventy-two wounds, and the whole person had fallen into a coma.

On the square of the Drifting Snow Palace, all the disciples gathered together, looking at the mountain protection array above their heads, and the people of the two major sects who were pressed by the black outside the big array, their weak faces were full of hatred.

In the center of the square, Yan Qing'er squatted in front of Yan Nangui, carefully wiping the wounds around Yan Nangui, and her once delicate little face became extremely pale. His eyes were red and swollen, as if they had dried up tears.

The whole square was filled with a sad atmosphere.

For more than two months, countless fellow disciples and brothers were all killed in battle, and their bones were scattered outside the Drifting Snow Palace, and it was very difficult to clean them up.

For the survival of the sect, the two Wuhou ancestors blew themselves up at the cost of their lives.

The elder of the Law Enforcement Hall has no heart, and he doesn't even have his legs in the big war now.

There were more than 3,000 disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace, and after two months of fighting, there were no more than 300 people who could still stand up and fight to the death against the enemy.

If Yan Zangfeng doesn't appear again, I'm afraid that the Drifting Snow Palace will really cease to exist.

It's just that......

Every disciple knew that the twenty-seven disciples who were desperately sent down the mountain were afraid that they were already more than lucky. Even if one or two escaped from life. You can rush from the Drifting Snow Palace to the Yin Yang Valley, I don't know how long it will take.

And the mountain protection array of the Drifting Snow Palace can last for a day at most. I'm afraid that at dawn tomorrow, the Drifting Snow Palace really doesn't exist.

On the square, Yan Qing'er suddenly stood up, and the latter turned his head and swept over the many disciples in the square, looking sad, but gritted his teeth:

"Even if we die in battle, the Drifting Snow Palace is gone. But Ancestor Zangfeng is still there, Senior Sister Lin and Chief Senior Brother are still there, they will definitely avenge us and set foot on the Heavenly Thunder Sect and Fengyu Tower!"

In the square, countless disciples all raised their heads, looking at the once eccentric girl in the center of the square, but at this time they were extremely mature, and nodded silently.

"I only hope that Senior Sister Lin Cangxue and Chief Senior Brother don't know the current situation of Piaoxue Palace, and they won't come back and give their lives in vain!"

"That's right, Senior Sister Lin Cangxue once broke through the fifteenth heaven in one night, as long as Senior Sister Cangxue doesn't die, she will be able to avenge us!"

"The chief senior brother was able to kill Han Qingtian a few months ago, as long as he can be incognito for a few years, he will definitely be able to surpass Zangfeng Master Ancestor and surpass Xuanyuan to raise troops. When the time comes, you will definitely be able to avenge us!"

"Today, even if we die in battle, we can't lose the face of the Drifting Snow Palace!"

"Fuck the Heavenly Thunder Sect and the Wind and Rain Building!"

"As long as Senior Sister Cangxue and Chief Senior Brother don't die, even if we all die in battle today, Drifting Snow Palace will make a comeback!"

"Fight! Fight!"

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(End of chapter)