In the dead of night, the rolling mountains under the black night are like huge beasts, and the silver snow reflects crystal under the moonlight, and the brilliance is dazzling. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Li Molan quietly left the Return Inn, left the town again, stepped into the depths of the snow forest, and came to the mountains.

Among the mountains, the huge shadow of Longqian Peak disappeared again, but this time Li Molan was not helpless, but showed a bit of strange color.

In the town under Longqian Peak, a small half of the townspeople have mastered the method of breaking the mountain protection array of Longqian Peak, because they originally worked for Longqian Peak.

The opening of Longqian Peak is in the spring season of March every year, but who can know that those trials did not start at that time, in fact, from the moment those cultivators who came to the town stepped into the town, the trials began.

All the performances and every move of those young people who want to worship Longqian Peak will be recorded by the townspeople, becoming an important part of the screening, and becoming one of the scoring criteria for whether they can enter the mountain, of course, this is an absolute secret, the proprietress dared to tell herself, Li Molan couldn't help but be a little curious about her status among these people.

Between the mountains, Li Molan stood in the darkness, ten steps forward, ten steps back, ten steps to the left, three steps back, and finally one step forward.

In an instant, all the scenery changed suddenly, and a huge mountain peak appeared in the night, appearing in front of Li Molan's eyes.

The mountain peaks are extremely high and steep, pointing to the sky like a giant sword in the dark night, and some buildings can be vaguely seen on the steep cliff walls of the mountain peaks, which look a little terrifying.

Li Molan lowered her hat, and finally gave up the idea of sneaking in, and walked to the foot of Longqian Peak.

The mountain road was dark, with lush vegetation on the left and right, and there was no snow on the branches, and it was obvious that all the wind and snow were blocked by the mountain protection array.

The road went up, under the cover of the plants, higher and higher, and soon came to a door.

This is a wooden door, the shape is simple and atmospheric, it does not look strong, it seems that a sword can not withstand it.

But no one dared to split this wooden door, because this was the mountain gate of Longqian Peak, no matter how fragile this door was, it was not something that ordinary people would dare to move.

Li Molan glanced at it casually and found that there were some handwriting written on the wooden door, which seemed to be Spring Festival couplets when you looked closely, and it was still very shabby, and it was estimated that it was left over from last year.

Since there was no one around, he pushed open the wooden door and continued to walk, but he soon stopped.

It's not that nobody, it's just that no one responds.

A disciple of Long Qianfeng was sitting on the stone steps of the mountain road at the moment, and he was completely unaware of this man with a hat who was walking openly in the night.

Li Molan was speechless, and then shook it vigorously, which shook him awake.

"You...... Who are you?" the disciple of Long Qianfeng, who had woken up, was taken aback and almost jumped up.

He looked at Li Molan with a white gauze hat covering his face in surprise, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Li Molan said helplessly: "Help me inform me, I want to visit your Elder Han Ling'er here, just say that her brother helped her find the hosta back." ”

The gatekeeper disciple was taken aback, and said tremblingly, "You are going to visit the Second Elder, who are you?"

Li Molan was slightly stunned, thinking that it was actually the second elder, this status is really unusual, and then when she heard the other party's second question, she thought to herself why this kid shouldn't ask a blind question, pursed her lips, and ignored it.

The gatekeeper knew that he had a lot to say, so he quickly turned around and ran towards the mountain, leaving Li Molan alone on the mountain road.

Li Molan was speechless, looking at the scenery of Longqian Peak in the dark night, being hung here, somewhat speechless, so he sat on the stone steps, looked at the moonlight in the distance, felt the mountain breeze blowing in his face, and waited quietly.

After about a stick of incense, the janitor turned back again, but his expression was much calmer.

He said to him, "The second elder is not on the mountain now, please go back." ”

Li Molan was a little surprised, a little surprised, and then asked, "Then where is she? When can I visit again?"

The disciple of Long Qianfeng shook his head innocently, looked at him innocently, puffed out his mouth innocently, and said innocently: "I don't know." ”

Li Molan resisted the urge to beat him up and said, "Then can you tell some Elder Han Ling'er about this?"

The other party nodded quickly, and at the same time spied at him with some curiosity, as if trying to see what the face looming behind the white veil really looked like.

Li Molan frowned, feeling that this person was unreliable, and he was a little uneasy, but he didn't say anything in the end, and turned around and left.

Walking down the stone steps on the mountain road, I soon walked out of Longqian Peak.

The scenery of the snow forest is still the same, and it seems to exude silver glow under the moonlit night, and it is like a sparkling wave on the sea.

Li Molan slowly walked out of the mountain and walked towards the snow forest, at this time the night was already dark, and he couldn't help but feel a little sleepy.

Some time ago, he had been desperate in countless pursuits and assassinations, until he was separated from the interesting young man in black some time ago, it seemed that everything was much calmer, and now he was finally completely at peace, and he couldn't help but feel a little tired.

Suddenly, his steps stopped.

Immediately after, the surrounding snow forest trembled.

Every dead branch is trembling, every tuft of snow is trembling, and even the clouds in the sky, the shadows of the mountains in the distance, and the stars in the sky seem to tremble.

A black iron spear tore through everything around it from far and near, and even the void was opened open one by one.

Hundreds of rotten trees were torn apart, and several boulders blocking the way were destroyed.

As the black iron spear approached, a deep furrow was left in the ground as if it had been cut by a blade.

What kind of gun is this?

This is the god soldier on the list of famous weapons in the North Sea, the emperor gun.

Whose gun is the emperor gun?

The answer has been revealed.

The snow on the ground flew up one after another, like a dragon drawing water to soar upward, and countless winds and snows came with this black iron spear, as if carrying a blizzard on the endless snow field in the tomb of Yubei.

This shot is so fast, this shot is so powerful!

Of course, Li Molan was unprepared at the critical moment, he subconsciously wanted to pull out the Dragon Elephant Sword, but this shot came too fast and too fiercely, which caught him off guard, so that he couldn't react at all.

He hadn't seen Jun Buxie's figure in his field of vision, but he had already clearly noticed the gap in combat power with the other party.

Li Molan's body roared, and he desperately retreated, but this shot had already come in front of him, how could he dodge it? No matter how fast he was, how fast could he pass this shot?

There was a big earthquake cracking under his feet, accompanied by the roar of thunder, he had gone all out at this moment, but the feeling of death was already clear, that shot was imminent, he couldn't block it, but he had to block it!

Suddenly, the wind and snow stopped.

The white veil of the hat flew up in the wind and snow, and I don't know where it would fall, revealing Li Molan's handsome face and his stagnant divine light.

The tip of the Divine Soldier Emperor Spear stayed three inches in front of his eyebrows, and the iron spear of the slaughter was like a black dragon, which had already exuded the most powerful dragon power, and he didn't even care about the power of heaven and earth.

There was silence in the air, and Li Molan's body stiffened, standing in the mud on top of the snow, maintaining the movement of wanting to draw his sword.

The iron spear froze in front of his eyes, like a knife on the head of a condemned prisoner, and the next second it would thunder down.

Jun Buxie, who appeared in the snow forest at some point, was dressed in black, looking at him with an indifferent face, as if he was looking at a dead man, and there was a look of disappointment between his eyebrows.

He put away the gun, lifted the gun, looked at Li Molan with a cold gaze, and said three words calmly: "It's too weak." ”

Li Molan had nothing to say, his whole body stiffened, and the aura of death at that moment just now was too strong, so that he couldn't come back to his senses.

Jun Buxie did not explain why he did not continue to stab, because the reason was very simple, that is, killing him like this was not honorable enough.

Although the shot just now is powerful and invincible, it is indeed suspected of a sneak attack, he is the son of Jun Wei, he is not evil, his pride, how can he allow himself to kill people by sneak attack, not to mention that this person was regarded by him as a lifelong enemy at least a moment ago.

Although he clearly felt the gap between the strength of the other party and himself, Jun Buxie still chose to give him a chance to fight fairly, so he did not directly kill the killer.

However, the disappointment in his eyes was palpable.

Is this the descendant of the Beihai Sword Immortal?

It's too weak, it's too weak, if you get serious, will the other party be able to hold up three moves?

Jun Buxie thought like this, he was disappointed, and his eyes couldn't help but become colder.

Li Molan staggered to his feet, ignoring his words, but asked, "Why are you?"

He was very surprised, because when he drank with Jun Buxie at the same table in that wine shop, although he didn't talk about wine, he also had some similar interests, at least not to have a bad feeling, but he really didn't expect that the young man in black turned out to be Jun Buxie of Emperor Zizhai.

This was a surprise to him.

Jun Buxie was also surprised.

Li Molan's face just now was all shrouded in the white veil of the hat, and now all the white veil of the hat was blown away by the wind brought up by a gun, which revealed his original appearance, which made Jun Buxie see his appearance.

"How are you?" the same words came from Jun Buxie's mouth, and then fell silent.

There was a sense of absurdity in the hearts of the two people.

The other day, these two men met together by chance, drinking at the same table in a liquor store, and who would have thought that the two were actually hostile? Even they did not think of it.

"You didn't recognize me last time?" asked Li Molan with a strange face.

Jun Buxie didn't know how to answer, so he said: "You said your name is Yuan Tiancheng, how do I know that your name is Li Molan." ”

"Are you stupid?" Li Molan couldn't help but say.

Jun Buxie's eyes were even colder, he had never been scolded before, and now when he heard this, he immediately felt that he had been insulted, and a feeling of anger arose in his heart, which was even stronger than the disappointment just now.

"What are you talking about?" Jun Buxie's voice was cold, "Are you looking for death?"

Li Molan said vigorously: "When you don't know each other, you will believe whatever I say, aren't you stupid?"

It is reasonable, of course, it is eloquent, and it cannot be refuted.

So Jun Buxie was even more speechless, and even more angry and annoyed.

Angry at Li Molan's insults and teasing of him, but also angry at his own stupidity.

He clenched the barrel of the gun, looked at Li Molan, and said coldly: "You will definitely die today." ”

One word at a time, it sounds like the pen of a judge in the underworld, and it is like a cold stone covered with frost in the snow forest.

Li Molan said lightly: "There is still half an hour until tomorrow, you have to hurry." ”

Hearing this, Jun Buxi's face was expressionless and silent.

But he tightened his grip on the barrel of his gun.

The breeze blowing from the mountains blew his black-clothed robe, and he stood in the night in his clothes, like a god of death who came out of the nine shadows, alone.

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(PS: The character setting is not evil, and he is a cold-looking ...... Silly White Sweet...... (To be continued.) )