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In the sweltering heat of July, in this narrow alley.

A snowflake fell on the tip of the river's nose and melted into a drop of rain.

The black iron sword was like a frozen snow-capped mountain from an eons ago, stabbing at the beggar with a stick with the chill of freezing everything, and there was no way to dodge or dodge.

The beggar on the left had a look of astonishment in his eyes, he couldn't imagine that the ordinary iron sword in front of him could give him such a powerful fear, yes, he began to retreat. He raised the tattered stick in his hand and headed towards the iron sword, he knew that this was Hu Xiaoliu's strongest blow, and if he caught it, he might no longer be a threat.

And the beggar on the right also slapped his palm at the moment when Hu Xiaoliu raised his sword to stab him, his eyes were full of determination, if Hu Xiaoliu did not retreat at this moment, then he would definitely die under his palm.

However, Hu Xiaoliu did not retreat, the black iron sword in his hand suddenly erupted into a more intense sword intent the moment he came to the beggar's side, and the piercing chill erupted at the tip of the sword, like a snow lotus blooming and spreading light around.

A burst of tranquility and eternal sword intent spread around, and the river quickly retreated, and flakes of snow fell down, freezing the alley!

After a few moments, the cold light dissipated.

The stick in the hand of the beggar with the stick broke in two, and an ice flower carved from snow and frost solidified on his chest, but he did not die after all, he gasped with difficulty, and the blood poured out of the ice flower, stained with a brilliant red.

Hu Xiaoliu leaned against the wall at the entrance of the alley, his right hand shrugged, his arm and right shoulder were shattered by the beggar who used his palm, he vomited blood, mixed with countless ice slags, and the hidden diseases in his body finally began to react strongly.

And the beggar on the right was not having a good time at this time, his hands were pierced by countless tiny ice slags, and blood beads were bubbling in the tiny holes, and a pair of black palms were all stained red with blood at this moment. He stood and stared at Hu Xiaoliu deadly: "You have actually entered the condensation realm." ”

Hu Xiaoliu leaned against the corner and smiled, looking a little embarrassed.

Yes, he is a cultivator of the Condensation Realm.

The Condensation Realm means that the true elements in the body have all been transformed, and entering this realm not only means that the sea of knowledge in the body is extremely vast, but more importantly, after the true qi is transformed, it is no longer as if it could only be attacked with the help of external objects alone, but is full of infinite possibilities. Cultivators can communicate the Yuan Qi between Heaven and Earth and transform it according to the true element attribute condensed in their own body, which means that the surrounding Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi may turn into a lethal weapon at any time.

It's like a sudden snow in the alley on a July day.

By this time, the snow had stopped, and the thin ice covering the green bricks had melted, and the rain then drifted towards the alley, with some unreasonable persistence.

Jiang He stood at the very corner of the alley, the shouts of killing outside could no longer be heard, and it was thought that one side had won an overwhelming victory, but the alley was still surprisingly quiet, only the crackling sound of rain hitting the floor tiles.

Jiang He finally drew his sword, knowing that although what he was doing might be meaningless and would not help the situation on the battlefield, he did not hesitate.

Let's repay the love of that bowl of hot wine. Jiang He thought and rushed forward with his sword.

And the black-handed beggar just used one palm, and the river flew upside down and hit the edge of the wall.

Maybe it's not even a chapter, and the black-handed beggar Zhenyuan has little left, he just gently raised his hand and pressed it on Jiang He's chest, and an irresistible majestic force made Jiang He fly upside down, Jiang He felt that the appearance of his sword just now was a little funny, like those harlequins who sang military dramas.

This was the first time that Jiang He had faced a cultivator directly, and it was also the first time he felt the terrifying form after the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi had turned into a substantial power.

He felt that his sternum should have been almost shattered, but the broken bones did not penetrate into his lungs, he did not feel breathless, but he felt that he was falling apart, and not a finger could be lifted again, and he spat blood and sat down by the wall in sadness.

He suddenly developed a persistent, even terrifying, yearning for the Tao, and this power beyond mortals was too tempting.

Hu Xiaoliu looked at Jiang He quietly, suddenly smiled, and finally had the strength to speak: "Thank you, sir, when I kill the two of them, I will make bone broth for Mr. to drink." ”

As he spoke, Hu Xiaoliu picked up the black iron sword with his left hand and supported himself to stand up, although he was a little shaky, and his right arm was also shrugged like a cripple, but he finally stood up.

Although Jiang He didn't delay him for too long, seven or eight breaths of kung fu was enough for a cultivator in the Condensation Realm.

The black-handed beggar was startled and ran towards Hu Xiaoliu, although he didn't know why he still had the strength to stand up, but he was still deeply jealous of Hu Xiaoliu's performance just now.

Hu Xiaoliu looked at the people rushing towards him, smiled lightly, held the sword in his left hand in front of his chest and then waved it lightly in front of him, and countless ice edges mixed with the sword intent flew towards the beggar.

The beggar didn't want to take it hard, but the sword intent was so fast that he couldn't dodge it at all, so he had to raise his palms to face the sword with a loud shout.

Hu Xiaoliu was really injured too badly, although the sword intent was strong, it was still taken by the beggar and disappeared between his palms, and the seriously injured beggar also staggered to his feet, carrying half a wooden stick to kill Hu Xiaoliu.

Jiang He leaned limply against the wall, he wanted to speak, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his chin, he felt like a stranded fish, cruelly waiting for the next wave to come.

The two beggars once again moved at the same time, probably for many years, one from the front and the other from the right, sealing off all the directions in which they could escape.

But Hu Xiaoliu didn't think about escaping at all, this is his sword, this is also his sword intent, he froze everything indomitable, his true yuan began to burn, starting from his sea of knowledge, it was like igniting a raging crowd, wildfire burned everything, although this flame was pale and silent as if carved out of ice one by one, but it still exuded a terrifying power.

Hu Xiaoliu raised his sword to greet him, and Zhenyuan burst out with the power of death and silence that sealed all things.

The ice flowers began to bloom, from the hilt of Hu Xiaoliu's sword to the front of the two beggars.

A broken wooden stick and a pair of black palms are also burning with a blazing true element.

Although there is an unparalleled gap between the Condensation Realm and the Tonghui Realm, this does not mean that the gap between the levels is irreparable, especially in a situation like the current situation, Hu Xiaoliu's true yuan has been exhausted, except for the remaining true yuan in the burning sea of consciousness, he has no tricks.

Hu Xiaoliu flew out upside down again, this time he fell on the guardrail by the bridge, and sat with the dead Zhang Wuye, he turned his head to look at Zhang Wuye, whose blood had coagulated, and whistled at him with difficulty.

The two beggars are also not optimistic, the frost has frozen one of the palms of the black-handed beggar into purple blue, he knows that now this hand is necrotic, even if he instills the true yuan, it will not help, and the other beggar has an icicle like a sword in his chest, he is already dead, but the icicle supports his body, so that he does not fall.

The black-handed beggar looked at his younger brother, vaguely abruptly, he touched his eyes with his hand, and then picked up the wooden stick in his hand and walked towards Hu Xiaoliu, who was no longer able to move.

Snowflakes are still falling slowly in the alley. With a chill that hasn't gone away yet.