Tianshan Snow Lotus!

All are attracted to it.

But the two sides did not rush forward sensibly.

Tacitly stopped, looking at each other vigilantly.

Song Ziyang looked at the other party, his eyes were full of vigilance, and his brows furrowed slightly.

There were three people coming, led by a middle-aged man, with a proud demeanor, cultivating to the peak of moving mountains, and his body exuded a terrifying momentum.

Majestic and vast.

He could see that the middle-aged man was trying to restrain himself, but he couldn't stop the release of this terrifying power.

This is clearly a sign that one foot has stepped into the threshold of the third realm.

This person has a Chinese face, extremely thick eyebrows, like thick ink, eyes like electricity, revealing a fierce look.

Song Ziyang felt that this person's strength was probably even stronger than that of Du Laosan, the leader of the Dark Guard.

Of course, this is only a difference in strength in the realm.

The real combat effectiveness is reflected in many aspects.

For example, combat experience, such as magic weapons, such as secret methods of cultivation, and so on.

And the person who followed him deeply was a thin man who moved the Seven Heavens of the Mountain Realm, aged about thirty years old.

This guy is as thin as a bamboo pole, like a starving ghost, only skin and bones remain, sunken cheeks, protruding cheekbones, deep eye sockets, and two eyes look straight into the black eyeballs, but you can't see the existence of the whites of the eyes, flashing with an evil light.

His voice was like that of a duck, sharp and hoarse, and unpleasant.

The cry of surprise just now came from his mouth, so it was very easy to recognize.

The other person, the cultivation is not weak, and he is moving the mountains in the five heavens.

Looking at their cultivation, they are all so powerful, on the other hand, Song Ziyang and Li Shaobai are just entering the realm of moving mountains, and the other is just moving mountains.

In contrast, it is really weak.

In terms of strength on paper, they can only be completely crushed.

Maybe it's because he found out the cultivation of the two of them, the thin bamboo pole-like guy has a proud face at the moment, and shouts condescendingly: "Do you hear it, hurry up and answer the fifth uncle's question, otherwise I will directly behead you!"

"Who we are, does it matter?"

Li Shaobai sneered and said proudly, "Why can't we appear here? Could it be that this is your home?"

His demeanor was even more arrogant.

This is the pride of being the descendant of the Li family of the Yin Fu Sect.

It's just that his appearance at this time looks a little disgraced.

In a bloody battle with Du Laosan, although he was lucky not to die, his body was also scarred, and he stepped into the teleportation circle from the lake before, and his whole body was wet, and he was not dry yet, which looked quite embarrassing.

A coquettish white robe, already dirty, broken in many places, and stained with a lot of blood, there is no jade tree in the wind before the beautiful son.

Therefore, no one recognized him as the famous No. 1 gentleman in Qingzhou.

"Bastard!"

The thin bamboo pole that moved the Seven Heavens of the Mountain Realm, his eyes widened, and the male duck screamed sharply, "Boy, are you looking for death?!"

After finishing speaking, his figure flashed, and he arrived in front of Li Shaobai very quickly, raised his hand and slapped it down.

This guy said that he did it, and there was not even a sign at all, and Li Shaobai did not react at all.

If he tried to dodge again, it was too late.

But at this moment, Song Ziyang, who was standing beside him, made a move.

"Get out!"

Song Ziyang's face sank, and he kicked out like lightning.

He hit the right kick just right, as if the opponent wanted to hit his foot.

This thin bamboo pole that moved the seven heavens of the mountain realm, without checking it, was kicked in the waist fiercely.

"Smack!"

In an instant, this guy's body flew backwards into the air.

Faster than when you came.

Poof.

With a soft thud, he fell to the ground.

fell in front of the middle-aged man he called "Fifth Uncle".

"Oops. ”

He screamed, only to feel that his waist was about to break, and he didn't get up for a long time.

His waving arm swept past the tip of Li Shaobai's nose.

The body of a Yin-Yang Warlock is generally weaker, and it is only a little stronger than that of ordinary mortals.

But Song Ziyang's body has been tempered by the Jiaolong Red Blood Pill, and it is extremely strong, which is already comparable to the martial artists at the peak of the first realm of the military sect who specialize in cultivating the body.

With a wave of his arms, he also had a thousand catties of great strength, and now with all his strength, he almost kicked this guy to death.

And this guy, like Li Shaobai, didn't expect Song Ziyang to react so quickly at all, and didn't make any defenses at all.

Caught off guard, he was kicked away.

He couldn't stand up in pain, and he almost fainted.

In addition to the pain, when he looked at Song Ziyang again, his eyes were already full of hatred.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged man named Fifth Uncle had a gloomy face, his brows were furrowed, his hands were behind his back, he stared at Song Ziyang, and said coldly: "Boy, dare to make a move on the old man's people, are you impatient?"

"What you said is really inexplicable. ”

Song Ziyang glanced at him disdainfully, and said lightly, "Are you blind? Can't you see that he shot at us? Fighting back is impatient?"

"I think he's not just blind, he's also mentally ill!"

Li Shaobai, who was almost slapped with a big mouth, was furious at the moment, and added viciously.

glared at the fifth uncle fiercely, and he fell on the thin bamboo pole with the voice of a male duck again, his eyes were calm, and the goose feather fan in his hand was waving.

Suddenly, a yin wind flew out and swept towards this person with a whirl.

The wind is cold, and in this ice and snow, it gives people a different kind of coldness.

This kind of cold is the cold that penetrates the bone marrow and goes straight to the soul, eroding the bone and cutting the marrow.

The middle-aged man named Fifth Uncle had a gloomy face, and with a wave of his hands, he made a dazzling mark.

In an instant, an invisible wall appeared, blocking the thin bamboo pole with the voice of a male duck, blocking the invasion of the yin wind.

"Shaft, actually do it under the nose of the old man......"

"You two, cut yourself!"

There was a cold killing intent in his eyes, his expression was arrogant, and his voice was cold, with a kind of high-minded overlook.

Looking at his looks, letting Song Ziyang and Li Shaobai cut themselves was a great gift to the two.

After finishing speaking, he didn't even look at the two of them anymore, and turned his head to look at the snow lotus, as if he also wanted to confirm and confirm whether this snow lotus was the rumored pure and immaculate Tianshan Snow Lotus.

With his cultivation and strength that has already stepped into the third realm with one foot, he didn't take Song Ziyang and the two of them in his eyes at all.

In his opinion, these are just two small ants, as long as he wants, he can easily kill the two of them by casually reaching out his hand.

"Two damn little bastards, apologize quickly!"

This thin bamboo pole with a male duck's voice, after taking a healing elixir with difficulty, finally eased up at this time, and screamed loudly: "If you don't cut yourself, Lao Tzu will refine your divine soul into my soul flag, and be tempered by yin fire day and night, so that you will live forever and be tortured!"