Into the devil, fighting cold

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The sound of Buddha is endless.

Thousands of miles away, a young man in a black python robe was stepping into the air, and the corners of his clothes were dripping blood.

On the top of the peak, the young man opened his eyes, and the sound of Buddha stopped.

After a stick of incense, the young man in the python robe came.

"Sure enough, it's you!"

Daring Do was not surprised, and if people couldn't find a drop of water, it was best to put it in another drop.

Junshan's luck was stripped back then, and there has been no news of anything like that in the Nine Mountains of the Korean Realm so far, and there is only that possibility.

"It's you!"

Han Tan Mingwu, now the two fortunes have been fused, but he has not really controlled it perfectly.

He knew that he had fused other people's luck, and although he didn't know it beforehand, it was he who benefited after all.

He doesn't blame his self-asserted father, he bears this hatred.

Although there was a gap between the father and son because of this incident, it didn't matter anymore.

"It's not helpful to say more. ”

Fu Tu Darew's eyes were pitch black, chaotic and dark, like a whirlpool, spinning.

He's under the spell.

The monk retreated, and between the steps, there was a dragon chant echoing, and there were eight heavenly dragons.

This is the magic power of Tianlong Temple, cultivated to perfection, between eight steps, you can go to thousands of miles away, terrifying.

"It's like a demon, it's a weird realm—"

The monk shook his head, he didn't plan to interfere, as long as the woman didn't appear, he just looked.

Phew!

Fu Tu Fearless made a move, and the blood sword appeared, slashing away, cutting through the black fog, shattering the black snow, and slashing towards Han Tan.

"Arabian Nights!"

Han Tan stretched out his hand, his five fingers spread, and his palm was facing up.

As he spoke, he covered his hands, and the heavens shattered.

A cold pool has been up and down for nine days, the white mist is shrouded, and the terrible cold air seems to freeze everything.

A waterfall hangs, and the cold is overwhelming.

The sword style that Futu fearlessly slashed out was frozen.

This supernatural power has reached the realm of the top of the six-fold mountain, and at the beginning, he only summoned cold water, and the cold pool did not appear.

But today, the cold pool stood above the nine heavens, and an ancient tea tree loomed.

This is the sword pool in the Sword Tomb.

Until this moment, Futu Fearless knew that the ninth mountain in the Han Realm was the Sword Tomb.

But there was not a single fluctuation in his mind.

for he is enchanted.

This is Wu Nian, the adult behind the "Wei" back then, let himself understand the mountains and stones, and Wu Nian is an additional harvest.

At this moment, Futu is fearless, without any emotion or humanity, he is in a state and realm of absolute sanity.

He wants to fight Han Tan and end the cause and effect.

But Han Tan is very strong, and he must let himself face the enemy in full form.

Therefore, the matter of the Heavenly Demon has become an obstacle.

Futu Fearless was reluctant to use "no thoughts", because if someone he cared about became an obstacle, he would inevitably be a killer.

Fortunately, after today, after this battle, if he does not die, he will go to the Chaos Domain until he kills the Heavenly Demon.

Because the heavenly demons do not die, they do not retreat without thoughts.

This was something that Fu Tu Daring did not expect, which he did not expect.

He didn't expect that the Heavenly Demon could affect Wu Nian, or rather, he was a demon in Wu Nian?!

Rumble!

Fu Tu fearlessly raised his head and rose from the ground.

Phew!

The sword master was incomparable, cut the ice wall, appeared in front of Han Tan, and the bamboo horse slapped horizontally.

While!

Han Tan swung his fist and hit the sword master directly, the fist and the sword collided, and the sonorous sound was deafening.

The Bamboo Horse Nine Swords are the main guard, but it doesn't mean that it is not good at attacking.

The sword is a soldier to kill. And how can there be an absolute defense?

Han Tan's long sword stabbed out, and the sword was incomparable, tearing the evil qi, pointing directly at Futu fearless.

Sonor!

The sword master returned to defend, and the floating slaughter in the thoughtless was fearless, and the sword style was superb.

At this moment, the master of the sword is beginning to appear.

Phew!

Under the feet of Futu Fearless, the black snow turned into an ice sword and attacked and killed.

This is the real Arabian Nights, in this snow-filled old capital, Han Tan has never been stronger.

Boom!

Fu Tu was so fearless that he shattered an inch of space, and the ice sword went straight into nothingness without hurting him.

The two of them sometimes go to the sky, sometimes step on the ground, the momentum is magnificent, the sound of gold and stone is endless, if it is not for this tunnel, it is tough, and the mountain has already collapsed.

Futu Fearless Shaking Mountain Six Heavens, his cultivation is lower than Han Tan, but he has a second natal mountain in his body, which is enough to shorten the gap between them.

Phew!

Han Tan's sword slashed, tearing the spirit robe, leaving a sword mark on the shoulder of Futu Daringless.

The black clothes were stained with blood, and Fu Tu Fearless's eyes were even colder, and the heavenly demon was interfering with him.

The catkins were cast, stepping on the snow, and the sword master stabbed out more than 100 times, shattering the ice armor on Han Tan's body, but it didn't hurt him.

That python robe is a defensive spiritual weapon, and the grade is not low.

The battle between the two has passed a stick of incense.

The majestic momentum collided, stirring up the wind and clouds, and on the land of the old capital, figures were flying quickly.

The white-clothed Han Tan stopped and looked up into the distance, and behind him, a one-armed sword servant stood.

"Who is at war with the eldest brother that causes such a vision-"

The white clothes are cold.

The sword servant's form vanished, hiding in the shadows.

......

Futu Jiuming's face was ugly, staring at the man with the negative sword in front of him, without saying a word.

Beside the two of them, the disciples of the Youlan Sect who had been chasing and killing Futu Jiuming for several months had a pale face and looked at the uninvited guest with a look of horror.

This is the person who injured himself with a sword.

"Get out!"

The man with the sword snorted lightly, and then looked directly at Futu Jiuming.

"You-"

The half-step method realm of the Youlan Sect was angry, this person actually ignored himself, but he didn't say much, turned around and left.

Futu Jiuming glanced at the blue back, and the murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but he didn't make a move after all.

He looked at the man with the negative sword, a sword from Kunlun.

Looking at Futu Jiuming, the man in white said: "I didn't expect that the ghost shadow among the famous heavenly ghosts would be the battle body of Jian Mingzi's junior disciple——"

"Huh? no—"

Suddenly, the man with the sword was shocked, his eyes were sharp, and after a moment, he slowly spoke: "This seems to be similar to the second element god of the alien, not like!"

The man with the sword was puzzled, but he didn't delve any further, and continued: "For my brother today, I came to test the sword-"

Futu Jiuming shook his head, and when he wanted to explain, his expression changed suddenly, and he looked up at the old capital, where there was a qi machine, and he had been looking for it for five hundred years.

"Kendoko, I'm not that guy, and I don't want to test my sword with you-"

The voice echoed, and his figure had disappeared from sight.

"Sure enough, it's fast. No wonder he was hunted down by the one in the Demon Kingdom for four hundred years and didn't die-"

Kunlun's sword didn't care about Futu Jiuming's departure, his eyes were already attracted by the battle in the distance, although it was far away and he couldn't see it.

"This is the sword I'm looking for—"

Kendo Zi muttered, his Dao name was the same as that of the Lord of the Sword Domain.

But it's not the same.

One of them is the sword of the yang world, and the other is the sword of the netherworld.

If one day he becomes supreme, the two will have a battle.

Kunlun's sword did not leave, nor did he move, his expression was solemn, and the edge on his body began to fall silent.

There is a great enemy in the distance.

An enemy like never before.

The wind and snow were long, and the people who came were dressed in black coats and walked on the snow.