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The faces of all the people present changed suddenly, although they were all geniuses of their respective sects, but if they were allowed to face this terrible rain of arrows in person, they would definitely have no bones left without a place to be buried. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lu Yu looked at the smoke and dust curling up on the wasteland, and his face was calm.

The golden eyes gradually returned to their original shape, and the depths of the eyes were filled with a little excitement and fierce battle intent.

The wasteland has been turned into farmland that has been ploughed into countless ravines in the spring, as if there had been countless nuclear explosions, and the eyes are full of desolation.

Lu Yu carefully looked at the hidden scenery behind the smoke and dust, then turned his head and said, "This guy is really powerful, I can't kill it alone, you guys come to help me." ”

Everyone was stunned, thinking that you were still rampant to fight with it just now, why did you start calling for helpers so quickly?

This is naturally impossible for them not to help at the moment, the spirit of life is the natural enemy of life, and anyone has the obligation to help him destroy this monster.

The smoke and dust curled away, the flying grass clippings fell, and the silver starlight sprinkled.

The Chaos Giants stood on the blasted earth, with no visible scars on their bodies.

Of course, the Soul of Life Destroyer does not fall easily, and it is not even seriously injured.

But as long as its aura weakened even a little, they had hope of defeating this monster!

Moreover, the breath of the Soul of Annihilation at this moment is indeed a little weaker than just now, which proves that the furious and swift arrow cluster of Lu Yu, the third disciple of Qiu Ming Mountain, has indeed weakened the power of the Spirit of Extermination!

So, the female disciple of the Dao Sect named Yi Shui took out her Dao sword.

This is just a very ordinary Dao Sect disciple sword, but it is all from the hands of the refining master, it is much sharper than the ordinary sword, and the bright light when the sword is drawn is like a water wave in autumn, which is very eye-catching. At the beginning, this Daomen Dao Sword was once very prosperous, and Daomen did not make any restrictions on the transaction of this Dao Sword, so every young talent was proud of having a Dao Dao Sword, which can be said to be popular in Beihai, but it is also very difficult to exchange it for a Dao Sword from the hands of Dao Men disciples, and there are not many people who can really hold one for collection, and if the Dao Dao Sword cannot be held in the hand, but is often collected in the sword box, it can only be said that this sword is buried.

Lan Kewu also clenched the sword in his hand. The sword is one of the famous swords in the four seasons of the North Sea, the sword intent emitted can be clearly perceived from a distance of 100 meters, and the sword intent fills the air, like a torrential rain in summer.

Wang He Wushuang slowly drew his sword, his Dao sword and other Dao disciples are the same standard swords, and Paper Regret people don't like to use swords, and his whole body of skill is in the palm of his hand, and he is empty-handed against people, and he can see that his palm is full of calluses.

Murong Yu danced a red silk whip, spreading a sea of fire in the sky, and at the same time, the wings of the fire phoenix behind her stretched out, and the phoenix-patterned colorful clothes shimmered in the firelight, making her look like a real flame phoenix.

She secretly thought in her heart, Li Molan, you have to wait for me to bring someone back to save you, Li Molan, you must not be killed by that monster.

She looked at the soul of extinction, her purple-red eyes were burning with phoenix true fire, and her eyes were majestic.

Xiao Yi, who came from Guanxin Valley and was praised by most people, held his Xuanming Black Ruler, although it was a divine weapon at the end of the Beihai Famous Weapons List, it was not much inferior, and the rest of the cultivators were also prepared.

What an astonishing picture of so many famous sons of heaven in the North Sea working together? How many years has it not been?

The night of the Eternal Night Wasteland is as dark as ever.

Lu Yu, the third disciple of Qiu Ming Mountain, looked at the soul of extinction and said loudly: "Do it!"

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The sky in the snowfield is very bright, perhaps because the white snow reflects the sparkling light, which makes the endless snowfield give people a bright and transparent feeling all year round.

The snow on the ground is very thick, I don't know how many thousands of years it has accumulated, and if you step on it harder, you can even drown the whole person.

Li Molan carried a sword behind him, and he clenched his weak right arm with a pale face, and walked with difficulty in the snowfield.

The surrounding scenery is very vast, thousands of miles uninhabited, but no one knows how many monsters are hidden under this snowfield, how many crises will suddenly erupt, and death will be hidden in the snow under their feet.

His current state is very bad, because of the relationship between the bones of his right arm and the cracks inch by inch, he has no way to fight with people or demon beasts, even if he cultivates his recovery power, it is impossible to break his bones for a whole year without a short period of more than a month.

And at this moment, he appeared in this cold world again.

He had never imagined that the Endless Snow Field could be so cold, he thought that it should not be a problem to resist the cold and wind and snow with his own physique, but in fact, the moment he stepped into the Snow Field, he realized that he was very wrong.

A spit will freeze instantly, and the temperature here is far beyond the tolerance of ordinary cultivators, even if he has to use all the few True Qi he has to maintain his body temperature.

In Lin'an City for a while, he laughed at Qin Li's girl, her body was not good, and she still needed him to warm up, and now he finally felt this way.

It's a bad feeling, it's painful, and most importantly, it's a little too cold.

His scholar's shirt was not very thick, after all, he had never thought that he would enter this treacherous snowfield in the first place, so he was still wearing a spring coat, which was really thin at the moment, and he looked cold.

The biting cold wind like a knife could not cut off the exhaustion between his eyebrows, he had been hunted down by the Spirit of Extermination for so many days, and even scrapped his right arm, and he had not eaten or even drunk a sip of water halfway, and now he suddenly came to the cold snowfield, he felt that he was a little unbearable.

The ability of cultivators in the world to starve is extremely strong, and if you are thirsty here, you can also drink snow water, of course, there is no problem in persevering for a while, but for the time being, there is no pursuit, so he relaxes, and he only feels countless tiredness welling up in his heart, and he can hardly suppress it.

Probably because of the excessive coldness, Li Molan's right arm has changed from the initial numbness to unconsciousness, although the true qi is still swimming in the chaotic tendons, but the right arm is obviously blocked a lot.

Li Molan's legs were weak, and she finally couldn't help but sit down on the snowfield, her body fell into the snow, leaving only half of her body outside.

Although he is really tired, very tired, very sleepy, and just wants to have a good rest and sleep, but if he doesn't dredge the veins of his right arm quickly, then even if the broken bones are renewed in the future, his right arm will be confused and completely abolished.

So he sat down in the snow and began to meditate.

Although most of the chaotic qi in his right arm had been cleared, there was still some remnant at the moment, and the little true qi that Li Molan had left was all poured up, forcibly dredged up, and avoided future troubles for the time being.

After doing all this, Li Molan, who was meditating in the snow, tilted her head, and finally couldn't help it anymore, and fell asleep groggily, or rather, finally fainted.

At this moment, he was at his most defenseless, and any demon beast passing by, even a minor snow eagle, could easily kill him.

I don't know how long it took, Li Molan Shi Ran opened his eyes.

As far as the eye can see, there is a white snowfield, empty and lonely, and in the distance, you can see the mountains stretching endlessly, which should be a snow-capped mountain in the snowfield.

He was sure that he didn't die in his sleep, and he was a little glad that he had slept in the cold snowfield, and most people never had a chance to open their eyes again.

The heavy snow that fell from the sky was temporarily lighter, thanks to the eyes of the sky, if it was still as heavy as before falling asleep, he must have been buried alive in the snow at this moment.

There was still no intuition in his right arm, but the tendons and veins were unblocked, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Li Molan's muscles and veins are now empty, and the second vein of Ren Du is completely exhausted, and there is no life-saving elixir to add to his body, so he is now in the weakest state in his life, no different from ordinary disabled people, at most his body is slightly stronger.

He glanced at the empty snowfield around him, found a random direction, and stood up with difficulty.

It will take a long time for his true qi to recover, but he can't sit still at the moment, and the most important thing is that if he doesn't do something, then in a few more days of heavy wind and snow, he will inevitably become a frozen bone on the snow field.

So he stood up, his sword on his back, frowned at the blood stain on the right sleeve of his scholar's shirt, hung his limp right arm, and walked in the direction of the mountain range in the distance.

There is often heavy snow in the endless snow field, and today only the light snow has been considered to be his excellent transportation, if there is a snowstorm that occurs once in several years, it is really the whole person will be buried deep under the snow field, directly buried alive.

At this moment, he had to enter the mountain range to find shelter from the wind and snow before the next snowstorm came, and at the same time think of a way to get out.

Walking in the snow, step by step, he was alone, faltering, and looked particularly desolate.

He must always be careful to be vigilant about the situation around him at this moment, in case a long-dormant demon beast suddenly pops out of the snow, then he must draw his sword with his left hand to meet it at the critical moment, shouting angrily in his mouth, his face hideous, and not showing any fearful expression.

...... It is more dignified to die like this.

The cold breeze ruffled his black hair, which had not been combed for a long time and was scattered over his shoulders.

His hair will be a little longer than that of ordinary men, of course, in his opinion, this is a flowing and chic ancient style beautiful men's hairstyle, so it is deliberately left longer, but at this moment he looks embarrassed, and his hair is scattered in front of his forehead, even blocking the view, and most of the beauty is destroyed.

He wanted to stretch out his hand to comb the hairline on the left and right sides, and then he remembered that he only had his left arm to move, and at the moment he was just a cripple, which was very inconvenient--thinking like this, he suddenly felt miserable in his heart, and secretly thought that his unicorn arm that had been swinging the sword for many years was so simply wasted.

It's just that his arm won't recover because he feels pain, and at this moment he tried to draw his sword with his left hand, but it was really jerky.

After all, he is a right-hander, but now he has to use a left-handed sword, those swordsmanship must not be used, even martial arts everyone has their own habit of holding weapons, suddenly changed, no one can adapt to it, I am afraid that if I am not careful in the battle, I will accidentally hurt myself, he is no exception.

Although the true qi will recover slowly, even if the dantian qi sea is overflowing, his combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced if he can only use the left-handed sword.

Fortunately, along the way, there were indeed no accidents in the snowfield, neither the monsters suddenly jumped out, nor did they fall into the ice cave with one foot in the air.

Li Merlan walked to the bottom of the mountain.

There are a lot of craggy rocks exposed in the snow, Li Molan followed the foot of the mountain, and finally found a cave, temporarily went in to escape the cold wind, and then began to meditate on luck to maintain body temperature with true qi.

He was a man who lived in the moment, and at the moment he was not interested in thinking about how he would get out of the endless snowfield, nor how many hidden dangers the fracture of his right arm would bring to his future kendo.

He just wanted to live well.

So, he must now start working hard in order to survive.