The Ice Emperor made a move, and the people inside were numb in their scalps, and in a trance, they saw the sparrow turn into ice chips, but they didn't know anything about the person who made the shot.

Only the people outside, especially the birds, are angry and jealous, that deep sense of powerlessness hits their hearts for the first time, and the opportunity to resist, in front of such a world-famous woman, like a meteorite outside the nine heavens, in addition to silently bearing, there is only the choice of fate. As a strong man, and in the upper reaches of the second category, how could he have suffered such humiliation, not to mention that the other party was still a woman.

Although this is the case, the people of the bloodthirsty bird clan who oppose it are laughing heartily, they are in the same circle, looking down and not looking up, gloating expressions, laughing reasonably.

There are also those who have been implicated for no reason, and they also look at the depressed Sparrow with the same mentality of revenge.

The situation on the platform, Yunchen only glanced at it lightly, and then ignored it.

The scene on the screen shifts from the mysterious and powerful Ice Emperor to another place.

A man who looks handsome and handsome, but has a little more arrogance.

Wherever it passed, not a single grass grows, and the sword qi emitted from its body cuts off all possible dangers.

"Lang Dao, you're too much, aren't you?" Such an act naturally caused someone to suffer, and that Yu Ziqi happened to pass by, but he was almost injured by the sudden knife qi that broke through the body protection aura.

"Yo, who should I be, the defeat of his men that day, yes. Lang Dao chose to ignore it and directly told the other party's past.

"Hmph. Although Yu Ziqi was arrogant, he was still a little afraid, and the past was the pain in his heart.

"Yu Ziqi lost to Lang Dao?" The people outside also heard the talk inside, and couldn't help but be surprised, after all, Lang Dao was unknown, but Yu Ziqi was a disciple of the sect master, how could it not be confusing to lose to someone who had no name.

"What, this time, you want to try it again?" Suddenly, Lang Dao had a fighting spirit in his heart, turned to Yu Ziqi, and was ready to strike at any time.

"Hehe, Brother Lang, there will be a period later. Yu Ziqi retreated, his strength is not the strongest, and now is not the time to make a move.

"Do you want to leave?" Lang Dao's eyes were cold, flashing to Yu Ziqi, and the knife in his hand, I don't know when, had already drunk blood and was thirsty, and made a buzzing sound.

"Goodbye. "Yu Ziqi doesn't want to fight again, when he is young and ignorant, he has already learned to act in moderation.

The figure moved, shaking, the magic weapon in his hand, drawing thousands of wisps of pen and ink, the magic weapon he used, extremely peculiar, is a pen, the silk thread drawn, actually became a real thing, thousands of silk threads, constantly formed a surrounding, to the Lang knife entangled.

There is no whistling sound, only the kind of silent movement, which can be a gripping battle, and it is about to break out.

"Fuck off. He had already dealt with this move, and the big knife in his hand turned into thousands of blades, corresponding one by one, and eradicating them all.

"Come on, the one who hates inkblots like you the most. Lang Dao has an upright personality, and rushed towards Yu Ziqi with a knife.

But Yu Ziqi is suffering, and the strength of the other side is already aggressive to him.

"A thousand mountains of brushes, a thousand mountains sealed. "It was difficult for Yu Ziqi to escape, so he had to face it.

I saw that he moved quickly, his pen was like a god, plus his knowledge and help, the speed plus a point, the air under his eyes is the best paper, and the things he paints are endless mountains, stroke by stroke, plus the transformation of virtual and real, thousands of peaks, overnight.

"Hmph, look how strong you are. "This is his newly learned Taoist technique, and he wanted to win by surprise, so he can only take the lead at present.

"A thousand mountains?" "Huge peaks, more than one, although a thousand are a little big, but hundreds of peaks, falling from the sky, one after another, sometimes several together, oppressing the air, covering all the space, suppressing the Lang Dao, especially in the current place, there is no rule, and the power of its peaks is even higher.

Such a huge force, such a loud sound, like thousands of troops, at the same time shouting and killing throughout the heaven and earth, quite the power of the heavens and the earth.

"Knives, no way. In the face of the mountain peak that came from the suppression, Lang Dao held the knife in one hand, and his knife was on the ground, constantly rotating, without the slightest majesty, and he could look calm and unhurried, so that the people outside had respect.

The mountain peak is coming, Lang Dao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and that kind of look will not appear on unconfident people.

The bright sword, blinding everyone's eyes, rushed to the sky, and was not hindered by the mountain peaks, it is conceivable that that sharp edge has already broken through all the peaks and shocked the heavens and the earth.

"You, you can get out. Lang Dao licked his bloodthirsty tongue, and after the figure flickered, the knife in his hand disappeared.

With a click, a human head rolled to the ground, and no blood flowed, and that was only because of the speed of the knife, which was too fast.

You can't look at death, Yu Ziqi's head and the eyes above are still open.

The passage of time has forgotten his existence, and all his body has turned into powder and passed away with the wind.

In the center of the platform, Yu Ziqi came out with hatred, he was really unwilling, but the ending was like this, and God made people.

Those who used to think highly of him couldn't help but have hot faces and some disappointment. "I said he was too frivolous. One person whispered in a low voice, it was the first type of person, and only Yunchen and the others could be lucky enough to hear it clearly.

As for Yu Ziqi, he sat silently in his original position, his expression gloomy, like a dark cloud, lingering on his face.

The picture on the screen changed again, skipping Que Ming and Yu Ziqi, and there were very few remaining disciples. The Ice Emperor was one of them, but he didn't lose that much prominence, because there were still a few people, and they fought out the third type of brilliance.

"Who is that?" one stared at the curtain, lest he miss an important detail.

Dressed in a green shirt, he was a white-haired young man, young and white-headed, but in the same way, his eyes were also snow-colored, and in this white, there was some colorful glow, which was the color of his eyes.

"The prince of the Snow Kingdom, Qi Xiuyu?"

His record may not be obvious to all, but everything on the screen is enough to illustrate.

The redundant disciples on the platform appeared, and almost all of them died at his hands.

The valley where he was located was blowing a cold wind that was sometimes cloudy and dark, and it was unbearable.

Under the suppression of heaven and earth, one of his glances took away the life of a fellow disciple.

"It turned out to be a contemplator, and a strong person who successfully crossed the border from the enlightener. "The people outside should always be bystanders, they have extra time to observe, and it is not so difficult to be able to recognize.

"Qi Xiuyu, I'll meet you. "The curtain stayed in its time, beyond the original pattern, as if because another person was sent to death.

The person who came was powerful, and compared to Lang Dao, he was even better.

His palm is transparent and clear, like a crystal, but its hardness is terrifying, facing Qi Xiuyu's magic weapon, it can only leave pale white traces, and the rest is nothing.