In the square of the Drifting Snow Palace, the breath of dead silence began to shatter, and countless disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace all stood up, clenched the weapons in their hands, and looked up at the black and oppressive enemies outside the mountain protection array, full of boiling battle intent and murderous aura.

When you enter the Drifting Snow Palace, you are the people of the Drifting Snow Palace.

Even if you die in battle, you will die in the Drifting Snow Palace.

As long as there is still a fire in the Drifting Snow Palace, what harm does it matter if they die generously today? What harm does it matter if they kill the Quartet? The disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace should have this kind of arrogance!

In front of him, there was a wild goose hiding front, and he participated in the battle of Yin Yang Valley several times.

Later, there was Lin Cangxue, a genius who defeated the four sects and ten dynasties with one sword. The chief Lin Huang even killed the Quartet in the Great War of the Four Sects and Ten Dynasties.

No cliff peak went to the town to kill Han Qingtian.

Senior Brother Xie Qinghou, the first in the inner gate, tried his courage for ten years, and killed eight hundred black robes in the Blood Spirit Hall in the battle of the curtain call to respect Dongling.

The disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace should have the spirit of a warrior.

Drifting Snow Palace, when there is an immortal spirit.

It is better to die standing than to live on your knees.

Suddenly, less than a thousand disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace were boiling with battle intent and headed towards the mountain protection array. Even if he dies in battle today, it is better than hiding in the Drifting Snow Palace and stealing his life.

Bang......

At this moment, the mountain protection array of the Drifting Snow Palace also began to shake violently.

Outside the Great Array, the two major sects began to frantically attack the Mountain Protection Great Array.

The battle to besiege the Drifting Snow Palace has been going on for two months. If it takes a long time, when Yan Zangfeng returns, there will be a glimmer of life in the Drifting Snow Palace.

Just when the two major sects were attacking the Great Array, they saw one after another Drifting Snow Palace disciples rushing out and killing like mad demons.

The two major sects were not surprised, and immediately laughed, they didn't expect the people of the Drifting Snow Palace to be so stupid.

The wind and rain in all directions stood tall in the clouds, looking at the disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace who rushed out, with a smile on their faces, and with a wave of their hands, they ordered the disciples of the two major sects to attack and kill.

In the blink of an eye, the war resumed.

The two major sects were like a torrent of steel, invinciblely killing the disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace, instantly breaking away the formation of the Drifting Snow Palace.

The entire windy and snowy space was covered by endless sword qi at this moment.

The monster roared.

The sound of the piano filled the heavens and the earth.

Countless vines stalked the disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace.

Yin Yin's blue blood is sprinkled in the sky.

The disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace were laughing, as if they were enchanted, and they sang generously. The weapons in his hands continued to kill the disciples of the two major sects.

Even if he is seriously injured, he will not hesitate to do so.

Even if it is an injury in exchange for a life, it will not retreat at all.

The battlefield that stretched for ten miles suddenly turned into a hell on earth and became a battlefield of Shura. Countless disciples of the three major sects died with their eyes and bones.

The disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace were laughing.

The laughter was agitated, and the disciples of the two major sects who laughed were extremely frightened.

They had never seen such a person who looked at death as if it were his home, like the Grim Reaper of hell, and it was terrifying.

Bang......

Knort.

On the battlefield full of snowflakes, there are endless fights and chaotic battles.

The disciples of the three major sects fell one after another.

And the disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace have reached unprecedented unity, revealing their bloody nature that is not afraid of life and death.

Looking at the fallen fellow disciples around him one after another, and the senior brothers who flew to save him, the killing intent of the disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace was boiling, and his anger was like a sea.

However, no matter how boiling the fighting spirit is, how angry the anger is. Fighting and fighting, after all, are extremely cruel.

On the battlefield, one disciple after another died with a glare.

The disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace laughed and cried, looking at their fellow disciples who fell in front of them one by one, and let out a heart-rending roar, which was heart-wrenching and heartbreaking.

"You still fucking owe Lao Tzu three pills, block a knife for Lao Tzu, can you pay it back, wake up for Lao Tzu!"

"Ben Gongzi once beat you like a dog, who wants you to block the knife for me!"

"Hahaha, Lao Tzu is a disciple of the Xuanyuan Outer Gate Liu Wuxin, and he is going to die today to boost the prestige of my Xuanyuan! Your disciple of the Inner Gate, show me the one that dies!" A young man roared generously, swearing to die and rushed into the crowd of the two major sects, and exploded himself.

"Death is death, I'm afraid of you!"

Another inner disciple rushed forward.

"His grandmother's, this time it's finally planted, and he knew it and cultivated seriously. You fucking remember, I have a sister, if you don't die, help me take care of it, don't fucking think crookedly, otherwise even if I do a ghost, I'll crawl out and fuck you!"

"Lu Tiangui, a disciple of the inner door of the Drifting Snow Palace, is here to beg for death, and that dog dares to come up and kill your grandfather!"

......

The clouds were falling, and the wind and snow were fierce.

On the battlefield that stretched for ten miles, there were all the generous and sad songs of the disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace, either laughing or scolding, but they were full of blood and arrogance.

The hand was broken, and when he picked it up, he smashed it at the enemy.

The stomach broke, and the intestines were directly pulled out, strangling the enemy's neck.

When his leg was broken, he desperately rushed to the two major sects and exploded.

The entire earth has long been soaked in blood, and countless stumps have been broken. Even Qi Aohan, who was above the clouds, felt extremely frightened and felt the horror of the Drifting Snow Palace.

Up and down in the sky, the disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace were fighting, and the elders of the Drifting Snow Palace and the Martial Marquis Ancestor were also fighting, covered in blood, facing the siege and killing of the top combat power of the two major sects.

Wild goose acquaintance.

The geese are scattered.

Iron has no heart.

Shen Diexin.

......

Even if he was seriously wounded, even if he was unable to fight again, he was still fighting. As long as there is a breath left, their battle will never stop.

Even if it is the Dead Clan, this battle must be out of the style of the Drifting Snow Palace.

Fight the dignity of the Drifting Snow Palace.

Up and down the sky, blood and stumps flew sideways, and everywhere you saw was a tragedy.

For a whole hour, the thousands of disciples in the Drifting Snow Palace had been sharply reduced to just over four hundred.

Among the six martial ancestors guarding the mountain gate in the palace gate, there is only one left.

Of the eleven elders who stayed behind, only three remained.

Even in the Piaoxue Palace Square, Yan Qing'er, who had wiped Yan Nangui's wounds, also raised her sword and went out of the mountain protection array at this moment, killing towards the two major sects.

At this time, there were still 3,000 disciples in the two major sects, eight great martial marquis, and more than 20 elders.

In the center of the battlefield, Yan Qing'er's face was covered with blood, looking at the fallen brothers one after another, her slender five fingers were fiercely embedded in the flesh, and the long sword bloomed with a cold brilliance.

From Yan Qing'er's body, it was suddenly covered with heavy snow.

Looking at the snowflakes flying around her, Yan Qing'er smiled suddenly, even if she comprehended the snow drifting world at the moment, what could she do?

Drifting Snow Palace...... I'm going to die!

The night was long and the snow was miserable. The bloody aura overflowed the sky, and the remaining more than four hundred people in the Drifting Snow Palace were still fighting unyieldingly.

But after all, it's hard to kill a piece of blue sky!

Yan Qing'er stood alone in the center of the battlefield, looking at the four elders who were attacked and killed by the two major sects, but she smiled bitterly, and the snowflakes around her became more and more miserable, but how to block the four Tianyuan Sevenfold Heavens elders.

Yan Qing'er slowly closed her eyes, and a familiar figure suddenly appeared in her mind.

The figure who is under the cliff of the waterfall, practicing knives day after day.

The one who slaughtered at the outer gate entered the inner gate and became the chief of the Drifting Snow Palace in a battle. In the Great War of the Four Sects and Ten Dynasties, countless geniuses were killed. On the cliffless peak, the youth of Han Qingtian was warned.

It's a pity......

Ever since the girl in red appeared in the Drifting Snow Palace, she didn't dare to see him again.

If he can be bolder, at least he can remember himself.

In the battlefield where the snowflakes were flying, Yan Qing'er felt the four elders who had been killed, but there was a shallow smile on her face, like the first snow.

Bang bang.

Just when Yan Qing'er felt that the long sword was about to pierce her throat, a terrifying explosion suddenly sounded in her ears, and the long sword that pierced her throat also turned into powder.

In the blink of an eye, the four elders were all dead.

Yan Qing'er raised her head, her delicate body trembled violently, and she saw that a long knife was suspended in the sky above her head, filled with monstrous domineering and murderous power, and let out a roar like a dragon.

Demon Suppressor Knife!

At this moment, the disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace all looked up at the roaring Demon Suppression Knife, and their expressions were shocked. I only heard several voices ringing violently in the void, like the thunder of the Nine Heavens:

"Disciple of the Yellow Academy of the Outer Gate, Fang has no life!"

"Inner disciple, Bai Xiaopang!"

"Lin Cangxue!"

"Chief disciple of the Drifting Snow Palace...... The forest is here!"

(End of chapter)