"The living, close your eyes. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" The galloping wind could not hide the eager shouts of the lantern bearer.

Although it is not clear what the purpose of the lantern man's suggestion at this moment is, but out of trust in her, Birmingham closed his eyes according to the words, and the tingling sensation also dissipated the moment he closed his eyes, and the shape of the iceberg in the depths of his mind seemed to be deliberately covered and blurred, waiting for Birmingham to open his eyes again, the ground under his feet was already covered with ice and snow, and the towering icebergs were vaguely visible, as if they were in his mind, as if covered with a light veil, with the beautiful and magnificent appearance of the mountains, but the specific details were no longer clear.

"What's going on?" Birmingham couldn't wait to ask the lantern man behind him, as soon as he stood firm.

"The dragon is at the top of the food chain, and with your wisdom you can't look directly at such a great being, and the consequences of forcibly understanding it are just like you, you can't bear it, and you explode and die. There was a rare fear in the lantern man's tone, Birmingham's behavior just now was almost an act of looking for death in her eyes, if she hadn't arrived in time, I was afraid that she would have to find the next mortal servant.

Yes, it is incomprehensible, because the dragon is surrounded by countless threads of fate, they are running all the time, never stopping, which also makes the mystery of the dragon continue to increase, and it has become a mythical creature, ordinary people can survive in the face of the impact of so many threads of fate, whether they can survive is still a question, so Birmingham just feels congested and blazing is already very lucky.

"So, that iceberg is really a dragon?" Birmingham still couldn't believe that a mythical creature had appeared in front of his eyes like this.

"No, it can't be called a dragon, it's just a head of Frost. ”

"A head!" Birmingham exclaimed, these high-level beings are all strange, the Six Pillars Demon God is like this, and now the dragon is like this.

"I don't know much about Frost, but the old dragon Frost was known as the Seven Dragons, as it literally says, Frost the Dragon has seven heads, and Iceberg is just one of his seven heads. Although the lantern man tried to slow down his tone, hoping to slow down the impact on Birmingham, the shock in his heart could not be concealed when he heard that the towering iceberg was nothing more than a dragon's head, and the dragon was worthy of the ultimate creation of the goddess, with a long life and an incomparable figure.

Just when Birmingham was still feeling the greatness of the dragon, a magnificent blue wave rushed in the distant horizon, and then a huge ball burst out in the waves, the ball separated the rushing waves with unparalleled air waves, and gradually spread, and in the blue wave, a blue jumped high from the wave, and pounced into the spinning ball, in the blink of an eye, the transparent ball has been completely covered by the blue, with a distant horn, torn by the blue between the white heaven and earth, the blue tide is no longer blocked, surging in the direction of Birmingham at a very fast speed。

In the face of the rushing blue beast tide, our down-and-out nobleman who insisted that he would not die if he did not die was unusual, but held the long sword in his hand, and the pitted broken sword was hung on Birmingham's waist, and then ran towards the blue beast tide without hesitation.

I'm afraid the only ones who can make this down-and-out aristocrat go against the norm are Tina and Little Ellie, well, barely counting that damn sword spirit.

Eyes met in an instant, one after the other, one is fleeing and the other is moving forward, the contrast is so obvious, but it is permeated with emotions that have never changed, there are not too many words, Tina's little Ellie just sped up the speed of escape, and the pure white sword spirit is with the little ghost to hold the elf Red Moon who has lost his mind, leaving Birmingham with a cheering expression, but the oil painter is curious, the pace is unhurried, but he hangs dead behind everyone, he wants to see what kind of exquisite picture this Mr. Birmingham will bring him.

The sound of the wind swept in Birmingham's ears at great speed, Birmingham at this moment was like a low-altitude goshawk, the battle intent in the body was constantly rolling, the long sword in his hand made bursts of trembling and whispering, a layer of magnificent blue spread out from the body, like a battle armor attached to Birmingham's surroundings, the chill and resistance suddenly dissipated, and the figure suddenly accelerated, as dazzling as Ambilight.

Blue, the waves collided in an instant, as if a sharp sword was inserted into the wolves, drawing a beautiful straight line.

A low roar rang in Birmingham's ears, and the sharp wolf teeth and hideous face were unobstructed in Birmingham's eyes.

"The living!"

The voice of the lantern man ignited the last bit of battle intent in Birmingham's body, and under the surprised gaze of Tina and the others, Birmingham swung his sword.

Brilliant light rose into the sky and swept away, and the magnificent azure color turned into a delicate half-moon blade and burst out of the sword, and the mournful cry shook the snowfield, and at that moment it actually overshadowed the roar of the blue rush.

The battle intent in the body seemed to have found a gap for catharsis, without a trace of stay, along the blood vessels and muscles, and the long sword in the hand poured into the hand.

The sword was whispering, the man with the sword was roaring, the blue soul was shining, reflecting the long black shadow of the lantern man, the illusory shadow overlapping Birmingham's sword-wielding body, the two became one at this moment, and there was no difference.

The figure covered Birmingham, the sword shining on his face, and the hand pressing the hilt of the sword turned abruptly and pressed down heavily.

The wind pressure fell with the sword light, and the deposited snow flew away, rising along the sides, and crystal ice flowers flowed in front of Birmingham's eyes, reflecting a magnificent blue, like blue petals.

Surrounded by flying flowers, the Birmingham long sword fell suddenly, the weight of ten thousand catties swept away, the pace of the blue rush was impressive, and the sharp half-moon blade rushed into the wolves.

The shattered ice splashed up, and the forward wave seemed to be bitten away, and the subsequent blue was quickly filled, and this was the weight of these strange beasts that had dissipated.

The blue was still running, but Birmingham was not afraid, or perhaps there was no so-called fear in his heart at the moment.

The pressed sword rose again to the creaking of the wrist bones, and the sword light slanted upward, bringing up a flurry of snowflakes that obscured their blue vision and slowed their pace.

And in the snow-white ice flowers, a blue moon blade flew out diagonally, and after harvesting a few blues, it finally collapsed, turning into a little starlight, and by the time the blue rushed out of the pervasive snow curtain, the hateful human had long since disappeared without a trace, and some were just a faint purple figure, and Tina and the others had already disappeared, and the anger filled this group of winter beasts, and a low scream resounded through the sky.