The north wind is howling south, winter is quietly coming, and the far north is ushering in the first snow. The snow in Wuzhou fell so rapidly and heavily that in less than half an hour the earth was covered in plain clothing, and after a day and a night, it was already knee-high snow. The cold weather was fine for the monks, but it brought a desolate and desolate mood, as if everything would be more difficult in the harsh winter of the next nine months. The sunset also seems to be about to hibernate, and just after Shen, it is listless, and the long night covers the land after the afterglow has dissipated.

In the snowy night, a figure trembled forward, a foot deep and a shallow foot on the vast snowfield. He was dressed in a large white coat, his face was gray, and as he walked, he played with the palm-sized jade box in his hand covered with mysterious charms. This person is He Zichuan, and what he has in his hand is the strange treasure that everyone is fighting for. I don't know what kind of method this strange treasure was sealed, and he has tried his best for a few days, but he still can't open the jade box to get a glimpse of the true face. After a while, He Zichuan shook his head and took the treasure back to his own small world.

The fact that the treasure that he had worked so hard to get could not be opened, which made He Zichuan a little frustrated, but now he had no time to care about this matter. The brief encounter with Ji Jinlan left him injured. For days, he went out day and night, cautious, guarding against any danger that might arise at any time, which made him even more tired. In order not to attract attention, he did not fly, and trekked in this vast snowfield for most of the night, although he was not afraid of the wind and snow, but when he was pranayama and healed, it was naturally more stable to have a shelter from the wind. At the moment, he was in desperate need of a warm place to stay.

I have the impression that there is a land temple in the mountain pass, and He Zichuan walked slowly for half an hour in the knee-high snow towards it. When he gradually saw the Land Temple, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly. Hundreds of years have passed since the last time I came here, and the temples that were quite large and fragrant have now become dilapidated and almost deserted. The glory of the old days can't withstand the vicissitudes of time after all.

However, it is better to have ruins and broken walls to protect from the wind and snow than to sleep in the heavy snow. He Zichuan smiled slightly, tightened the big puff on his body, and walked slowly towards the broken temple.

Walking to a place more than ten zhang away from the broken temple, He Zichuan suddenly had hairs on his back standing upside down, and a premonition of a crisis was coming to his whole body, and the hands hidden in his big sleeves subconsciously wanted to draw his sword, but experience told him that he couldn't do it. He paused, the smile slowly disappearing from his face, replaced by a deep solemnity. He Zichuan found that he had been locked by a divine thought, which was not powerful, but it was very hidden. The opponent's cultivation should be almost the same as his own, and that person hides in the dark and observes, like a poisonous snake staring at a frog, ready to strike a fatal blow at any time.

He Zichuan was sure that the place where the opponent was would not be more than two hundred zhang away from him, but the divine thoughts that were quietly released were not noticed. He is a veteran assassin, I am afraid that he is only slightly inferior to Huang Xilan, the Jinchuan Shadow Attack Sword who specializes in assassination! After making a judgment, He Zichuan's heart sank, and he stood motionless in the wind and snow, at this time, any superfluous movements could reveal flaws and attract a fatal blow. He has to wait for the other party to make a move, and then all the concealment will disappear, and He Zichuan will have a chance to strike later.

Both sides are like hunters, patiently waiting for their opponents to make mistakes. The wind blew through the ruins of the ruined temple, making a terrible whimper like a wolf's howl. The goose feathers and snow fluttered in the wind, and the snowflakes fell on He Zichuan's long eyelashes crystallinely, and he closed his eyes half-closed, secretly mobilizing the mana of his whole body, ready to strike a shocking blow at any time. He knew that in front of such an experienced opponent, he only had a chance to strike, and the opponent was the same, and the two sides could only exchange one move, and then split life and death. At this moment, He Zichuan didn't have any distracting thoughts about the future of life and death in his heart, only the determination to concentrate on the enemy's sword.

It seemed that He Zichuan was the only one standing alone in the snow, but the atmosphere was like a taut bowstring, which could break at any time, bringing fatal consequences.

I don't know how long this silent confrontation lasted, He Zichuan suddenly trembled lightly without warning, almost revealing a flaw, and his back was instantly soaked in cold sweat. This is an unprecedented crisis, just now, He Zichuan suddenly found that in addition to him and his opponent, there was another person present, he was also hiding nearby, he had also locked himself with his divine thoughts, and he was also unable to find a specific location, and he didn't know how long he had arrived. This discovery made He Zichuan show a rare hint of panic. He clearly felt that at the moment when his emotions fluctuated violently, the first opponent was almost about to make a move, but for some reason he forcibly stopped at the last moment.

Why did he stop......? He Zichuan came to an almost absurd conclusion. These two guys hiding in the shadows probably did not belong to the same force, and he was the first to discover the third person present, and the opponent who confronted him originally planned to seize the opportunity to send a thunderous blow, but from He Zichuan's reaction, he also found that there was another person present, so he forcibly stopped at the last moment. This shows that the two people who locked themselves did not know each other, at least the person who confronted him did not know the existence of a third person in advance.

Two forces are eyeing themselves at the same time? Or are they straying into the grievances of others? Is the third person coming at him or at the second person? Is he friend or foe?

Although there is a lot of fog, one thing is certain, He Zichuan is in the light, the two are in the dark, he has been sandwiched between the two, lost the opportunity, and can only passively wait for the opponent to make a move. No matter who strikes first of the remaining two, no matter who their target is, He Zichuan will bear the brunt of it. The situation is very unfavorable.

On the other end, Ji Yanlan was holding a dragon-patterned spear, and the speed swept through the low altitude extremely fast, and the strong air current blew the snow on the trees to gargle and fall. Flying out of the woods, Ji Yanlan stopped, frowned and looked around, and muttered to herself: "The traces are gone, cunning guy, where are you hiding?"

Saying that, the pupils of his eyes became blue, and two light blue rays shot out, carefully sweeping every corner of the surroundings, and after a few breaths, a smile hung on the corner of Ji Yanlan's mouth: "I found you, see where you are running this time!"

Ji Yanlan pointed to the northwest with a spear in her hand, turned into a golden light again, and hurried away.

Half an hour later, Ji Yanlan's figure stopped again. At this moment, he was in a wasteland, and in the thick snow, black strange rocks were exposed every few feet, tall and short, scattered, high like a figure standing on his back, and short like a reef in the white ocean.

Unconsciously, the snow stopped and the clouds dispersed, and a round of curved Xia Xuanyue hung high in the air, sprinkling a miserable white moonlight. The moonlight was reflected by the snow, setting off the black strange rocks in an eerie light. There was silence all around, and the vast snowfield that could not be seen at a glance seemed to be a still world, indescribably strange and depressing.

Ji Yanlan turned a blind eye to the strange environment around her, completely released her divine thoughts, and searched carefully around.

At this time, a joking voice sounded out of thin air: "You have been chasing me for three days and three nights, aren't you tired?"

Ji Yanlan's brows stretched, a hint of joy flashed on her face, and while looking around, she said, "Why didn't you run away?"

The voice laughed and said, "I'm tired of playing cat and mouse games, and when I clean you up, there are more important things to do." ”

Ji Yanlan laughed and said: "You Jinchuan Seven Swords are all such boasting people, you only have a sharp mouth, but you don't have the strength to speak ruthlessly. ”

The voice in the air sneered: "Since you don't open your eyes, then let you see that there are people outside the world, and it is not in vain that the old man has played with you for three days and three nights!"

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying spiritual pressure came overwhelmingly, and the loose snow on the ground was immediately compacted into ice. Ji Yanlan frowned, this spiritual pressure was several times stronger than his. But he didn't panic, there were many secret techniques and magic weapons that could temporarily amplify his spiritual pressure and bluff in order to retreat the enemy. Ji Yanlan has an arrogant temperament and rich experience, he firmly believes that the opponent's cultivation is far from his own, and this spiritual pressure is just a small trick that he knows that there is no way to escape, and he cannot use it.

Ji Yanlan snorted coldly, the spear in her hand groaned, and a golden dragon phantom was born behind her, and the spiritual pressure was suddenly magnified several times, only one line weaker than her opponent.

"I underestimated you, and since this is the case, I will let you die blindly!" As he spoke, a black figure appeared under the crescent moon in the night sky, the figure stretched out his hands flat, slightly upward, and a black tombstone more than ten zhang high and more than one zhang wide rose from the deep snow, and as the tombstone rose, the sky and the earth slowly turned gray, and the sound of ghosts crying wolves grew from small to large, and gradually became clear. Ji Yanlan only felt that the essence in her body instantly became uncontrollable and began to drain rapidly, but in a few breaths, the originally smooth skin quickly aged, and her golden hair began to slowly turn gray.

"This is the appearance of the Dao Fruit, the Dao Realm of the Transformation Realm Cultivator!, you are not the Qingfeng Sword!" Ji Yanlan exclaimed, and her gradually aging face was full of incredulity.

The figure in mid-air jumped lightly, landed on the tombstone, looked at Ji Yanlan with interest, and said lightly: "How could the old man ever say that he is Jinchuan's Qingfeng Sword?"

Ji Yanlan held the spear in his hand and pointed at the figure, and as soon as the invincible spear phantom condensed, it quickly collapsed, and the speed of mana loss was even faster than the release.

"You disguised yourself as a breeze sword all the way, hiding your head and showing your tail, and luring this governor here, what do you mean?"

"Can't you see, the old man is going to kill you. ”

"Your Excellency's cultivation is amazing, where can't you do it, why wait until now?"

"A dead man doesn't need to know much. ”

"Kill me, the Southern Frontier Sacred Domain will not let you go, although the world is big, you have nowhere to escape!"

The figure was silent for a moment, as if he was mourning for Ji Yanlan, and only after a while did he say meaninglessly: "It's a pity, you can't represent the Southern Xinjiang Holy Domain!"

Ji Yanlan's eyes froze when she heard this, she stopped talking nonsense, the spear in her hand burst out with dazzling golden light, her body moved, and the man and gun were one, and shot towards the figure. "Even if you're a Transformation Realm cultivator, Bendu isn't just going to kill you if you want to!" a roar pierced the sky.

One hundred miles east of Caiji Valley in the extreme north, in a small city called Tian Shu, Feng Kun and Ye Xiaoming turned around and walked to the depths of an alley.

"I didn't expect Senior Brother Tianyu to be so cautious, if he hadn't left a secret signal all the way, how could we have thought that after such a big circle, he returned to the vicinity of Caiji Valley. Ye Xiaoming looked at a quiet courtyard in front of him and sighed.

Feng Kun sipped the wine in the gourd comfortably, and said disapprehantly: "There is a specialization in the art industry, if he doesn't have a foundation, how can he be the superintendent of Qingfeng Hall alive?"

Ye Xiaoming approached the small courtyard and swept his eyes towards the courtyard door: "There is no ring Sumeru, but there is a very hidden protection and warning array, if it is not for the people of the Seven Swords Hall, it is difficult to detect." ”

Feng Kun nodded, and said with a wicked smile: "Confidentiality is the best, don't call the door, just break the formation and enter, be careful when breaking the formation, don't scare Senior Brother Zhen." ”

Ye Xiaoming nodded slightly, and was about to use the unique technique of the Seven Swords Hall to temporarily remove the function of the magic circle, but suddenly found a trace of strange fluctuations in the magic circle, he subconsciously looked at Feng Kun, but saw that the lazy look on Feng Kun's face had long disappeared, and he also cast a surprised look at him.

"Not good!" Feng Kun hung the wine jug on his waist, directly tore the protective array with both hands, and ignored the sound of the warning sound of Ding Dong, and went into the small courtyard. Ye Xiaoming's reaction was a little slow, and he waited until Feng Kun had already entered the small courtyard before he followed.

The small courtyard is extremely small, except for three walls, there is only one inner room, after Feng Kun and Ye Xiaoming entered the small courtyard, they did not dare to delay at all, and immediately broke into the hut.

Everything seemed to be normal in the hut, the freshly poured fairy tea was still steaming, and the lit incense was only half burned, and the incense ash was blown off by the breeze when it opened the door. But on the west wall, there was a corpse with round eyes, a slightly open mouth, and an incredible look on his face, which was pierced through the chest by a long sword and nailed to the wall, it was Zhen Tianyu.

Ye Xiaoming took two steps closer, swept his gaze towards Zhen Tianyu, and then immediately searched the house. The hut is unobstructed, and there is no trace of it being turned over. He was in a hurry, and he was about to chase out the door, but he heard Feng Kun say, "No need to chase." ”

Ye Xiaoming was also anxious, and when he was called by Feng Kun at this moment, he immediately came back to his senses, his nose twitched slightly, and he said affirmatively: "There are spatial fluctuations in the hut, and the murderer escaped by using the teleportation array." ”

Feng Kun nodded, stood in front of Zhen Tianyu's corpse, and said while looking for clues: "When we first arrived at the small courtyard, we were killed, and the murder weapon was Senior Brother Tianyu's own sword. The murderer's combat power is close to you and me, one cut higher than the sixth and seventh, at least in the middle of the Holy Realm. ”

"Even the Yuan Shen has been taken away, why is it so vicious!" Ye Xiaoming felt sour in his heart, hateful. After the monk Yuan Shen dissipates, he can re-enter the reincarnation, and he will have the opportunity to reincarnate and cultivate, and become a Great Dao, but if the Yuan Shen is devoured or refined, he will be completely out of contact with the Great Dao. Since the murderer took away Zhen Tianyu's primordial spirit, Zhen Tianyu will most likely lose the opportunity to reincarnate, so Ye Xiaoming is so heartbroken.

Feng Kun sighed slightly, and said solemnly: "I have a few guesses, but it's really ...... It's really ...... Makes me shudder. ”

Ye Xiaoming and Feng Kun have known each other for thousands of years, and they have never seen Feng Kun have such a serious appearance, and a sense of foreboding arose in his heart for no reason.