The breeze in the past gradually changed from light to heavy, from slow to urgent, but no matter what, it couldn't blow away the almost substantial bloody breath between the mountain roads, but in just more than ten breaths, Mo Qingge's knife has added more than 100 souls, plus the people who died under his hands before, the miscellaneous calculations are almost nearly three hundred!

Now on both sides of the mountain road, the corpses are piled up like mountains, and the blood is flowing like a river!

The cold and murderous breath spreads out, filling every inch of void space, the car is full of afterimages, the palm power and fist power traverse the sky, almost every gesture, contains the amazing power of the invincible power, in the undulating howl, there are constantly soldiers, warrior monks, and Dali Duan's good hands thrown out, blood like rain. With-Dream- . lā

Heart palpitations!

With the rising number of deaths, in the eyes of everyone, Mo Qingge is no longer the green cloud steps they have climbed to the sky in one step, but a fire, a raging fire, they are like moths, driven by the lure of fame and fortune, they fly into the fire one after another, and then ......

Ashes!

The hot heart of fame and fortune in the chest seemed to be dragged out by someone at this moment and thrown into the ice water, which was cold and cold.

Fighting hundreds of people alone, not only did they not be cut into pieces in an instant, but they slaughtered all sides and firmly gained the upper hand, Mo Qingge's performance completely subverted the concept of "bullying the widow with the crowd" and turned it into an example of "bullying the crowd with the outnumber".

The hot heart gradually cooled down, and the brain, which was surging with hot blood, slowly regained its senses, and some people's eyes flickered slightly, and their steps no longer moved forward, but hesitated to retreat.

The situation in the field, no matter how big or small, could not hide Mo Qingge's spiritual perception, so the movements and expressions that some people thought were vague were as clear as the lines on Mo Qingge's palm.

First killed a lean man who didn't want to die under the palm of his hand, Mo Qingge then shook his sleeves, and his energy gushed out like a tide, and then swept out a few people beside him, and then his eyes turned to everyone, and he asked with a smile: "Are you afraid of me?"

The gentle tone was like a cordial conversation between friends, but there was a sense of desolation and cold palpitations in everyone's hearts for no reason.

Everyone is sweating, sweat is cold sweat, flowing between the eyebrows, flowing into the eyes, sour and spicy, but no one dares to raise their hands to wipe it, rub it, and dare not blink their eyelids, for fear that as soon as their eyes are closed, they will never have a chance to open them again!

Duan Zhengchun pursed his bitter lips, when he didn't see Mo Qingge, he was very curious about this person who broke into the temple alone to take the scriptures, but now after seeing it, he regretted it in his heart!

"This person is no longer human!"

This is Duan Zhengchun's current thought, and it is the only thought that lingers in his mind!

Originally, there were 300 warrior monks of Tianlong Temple, more than 100 martial arts masters, and 3,000 elite soldiers and horses here, Duan Zhengming thought to himself that even if the other party was a martial artist, it would be difficult to make any big waves, but now, that rock-solid belief was irrepressibly shaken.

"Can you really keep this person?"

Mo Qingge didn't pay any more attention to the warrior monks of Tianlong Temple who were killed by him, the masters raised by the Duan clan in Dali, but turned his head to look at the soldiers who stopped in front of him and stopped the carriage on the way, and asked softly, "Don't you get out of the way?"

The soldiers looked at each other, but none of them retreated, just stared at Mo Qingge nervously, and the hand holding the knife and the gun turned slightly white from excessive force.

In an ordinary army confrontation, as long as the first to break up the opponent's two-thirds army, the remaining seven or eight out of ten soldiers will be defeated by themselves, and the fear of this kind of thing seems to be contagious, as long as one person retreats, there will soon be a second and a third person...... And once the army is defeated, even an army of 100,000 will be no different from a lamb to the slaughter!

However, the army brought by Duan Zhengming this time was an elite army transferred from the border defense line of Dali and Tubo, which was not comparable to ordinary local armies.

Seeing that no one answered, Mo Qingge shook his head and sighed, reached out and took off the purple jade flute tied around his waist, turned it in his hand, and then reached his lips, his movements were leisurely and elegant, obviously it was completed in an instant, but everyone who fixed their eyes on Mo Qingge could see every movement in his hand very clearly.

The boundary between fast and slow has been blurred in him, at first glance, it seems to be strangely fused together, but in the blink of an eye, it seems extremely contradictory and abrupt, making people feel bored and uncomfortable and want to vomit blood.

The sound of the flute is gradually rising!

The cold and murderous sound echoed through the mountains.

This music seems to have infinite magic, and the soft spring breeze also becomes cold under the rendering of this music, like a steel knife blowing across the sky, snorting, and the wind is rapid and sharp.

A warrior monk of Tianlong Temple, who was about three zhang away from Mo Qingge, had his pupils constricted, and he looked at the sky with a shocked expression, as if he had seen something incredible.

I saw that the sky was full of clouds, and in a short moment, the clouds were thick, and the crystal snowflakes were sprinkled from the sky, and the four seasons rebelled, and instantly reversed from early spring to cold winter!

The sky and the earth are vast, and the snow is white!

But those who have a little success in internal cultivation are not afraid of the heat, not afraid of the cold, but now this Tianlong Temple warrior monk is extremely cold!

This chill seemed to be born from the body, but it seemed to come from outside the body, and under the intersection of inside and outside, even the consciousness became sluggish and sluggish, and the flesh and blood of the limbs were frozen by the cold, and it was difficult to move a bit.

In the eyes of Duan Zhengming, Duan Zhengchun and others, it was another terrifying scene.

Since the sound of that song, those who were still within ten feet of Mo Qingge's body were as if they had been caught in a demon spell, their eyes were hollow, their demeanor was slow and stiff, and their whole bodies were covered with a thin layer of ice at a speed visible to the naked eye!

In addition, the clearings and rocks, grass and trees were also covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and countless tiny ice crystals floated in the air, which were water vapor frozen by the cold.

Mo Qingge's ten zhang radius has been completely transformed into a frost country, under the illumination of the sun, reflecting a gorgeous and brilliant colorful glow, which is very strange.

Everyone present, regardless of whether they were friends or enemies, all opened their mouths wide, and looked at all this in a daze, but their hearts were turned upside down, and they were shocked beyond measure, and they only felt that all words and ink were so bleak and pale in front of this great power that changed the world, and it was difficult to describe it.

"Demon ...... Demon law, this is demon law!"

A tall and burly soldier looked frightened, exclaimed in a trembling voice, and the steel knife in his hand fell to the ground without knowing it.

Gu Mozhi, who became a horseman, took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the shock in his heart, and he also asked such a question in the past when his martial arts reached the top of the world: Is there a peak in martial arts? What is the scene at the peak?

At that time, there was no one to answer and no one to solve, so Kumachi had to bury his questions in his heart, but now he had found the answer.

In his eyes, Mo Qingge is the pinnacle of martial arts!

And this power that changed the heavens and the earth and turned the land of ten zhang into a frost realm is the scene of the pinnacle of martial arts!

If Mo Qingge learned that Gu Mozhi admired him so much, he would definitely accept it with great humility, and then generously unleash the prohibition on him and let him get out.

It's a pity that he didn't know!

On the carriage, Mo Qingge put down the purple jade flute in his hand, his face turned slightly pale, and in an instant, the Mingyu true qi was dispersed into the music, and the land was frozen, fusing the spiritual power with the artistic conception of the song, and pulling dozens of people into the illusion at the same time, for Mo Qingge, it was a lot of loss, and it had reached his limit, even with Mo Qingge's ability, he couldn't do it again in a short time.

However, once is enough!

Raise your sleeves and wave your hand.

The next moment, the ice sculpture burst into pieces, and together with the people in the ice, it also shattered into countless pieces, merging with the hoarfrost on the ground and the ice crystals in the air, turning into a hideous flying dragon more than ten zhang long.

The flying dragon raised its head and raised its head, with a cold chill, and rushed forward with its teeth and claws, and in the sound of "clanging", it set off bursts of bloody wind and rain, tearing the tight military formation into a huge ......

Notch!

eg. The second watch stayed up late to write, and then changed it after the third watch in the middle of the night!