The wind and snow in Hangu Pass today are much bigger than in the past, and the two of them are going back and forth between heaven and earth, and there is no clumsiness between slashing the wind and snow. br>

The monk watched the battle between the two, for a moment, although the son of the king had already spoken, wealth and fortune are fate, life and death are in the sky.

But he didn't have the slightest intention of being a spectator.

Because he is very clear about Wang Tinglai's temperament, he is an unreasonable master, extremely protective of calves, if Wang Jia dies here today, Wang Tinglai will definitely not care what the specific reason is, but will directly cut off his head.

"Once upon a time, I was high up, but now I can only end up in such a situation!" Looking at the two young men fighting in the wind and snow, the monk thought to himself about his experience in recent years.

Cultivated martial arts and sold to the emperor's family.

This sentence used to be only for the reckless people in the rivers and lakes, but it has also been a tacit truth in the cultivation world throughout the ages.

As long as you enter the Imperial Realm, then even if you cultivate to enter the Heavenly Realm, you will not have a free body.

Unless it is a truly heaven-breaking realm and entering the emperor-level existence, it can ignore this and transcend all beings, and sit on an equal footing with the few remaining people in the world.

Of course, those who can reach such a state will not be willing to condescend to the emperor at all.

The two figures of the wind and snow were a little blurred, like two big birds, shuttling back and forth in the wind and snow, and the blades of their hands continued to have bright knife light to tear apart the wind and snow.

"A leaf covers the sky, there is no shadow for a thousand miles, ┄"

The bell-like sound rippled far away in the wind and snow, and the qi of the two bodies flowed, and an invisible large grinding disc had been faintly formed.

The curtain of snow falling overhead grinds into a vacuum.

"Smash the sky!" Wang Jia's toes passed over a piece of snow, his body suddenly rose several feet high, and the long knife in his hand slashed out obliquely.

Take Li Cheng's chest and abdomen directly.

The Shattered Sky Slash is not a too advanced mastery for the human race, as long as it is an existence that has stepped into the Divine Soul Realm, it can be easily displayed.

For the people of the Heavenly Realm, no one would use such a low-level method in the duel at all, and Li Cheng also thought so at the moment, so his response was not slack, on the contrary, he was holding back a big move at the moment, ready to throw it at Wang Jia at any time.

When Wang Jiashi showed this move, he directly threw out the ultimate move he had prepared.

The light of the rolling knife was like a big ball, rushing out of his hand in the wind and snow, facing Wang Jia's slash, and the expected big fight did not appear.

The moment the sword-like light like a big ball collided with that slash, it directly melted and devoured Wang Jia's knife.

The big ball devoured the knife light and landed on Wang Jia's body, the crackling sound continued to sound, and Wang Jia's body fell straight towards the ground level.

In the previous moment, Li Cheng clearly sensed Wang Jia's intentions.

Wang Jia did it intentionally before, otherwise he wouldn't have lost their battle today, and the two would have ended up losing both.

The earth monk looked at this scene and rushed towards Li Cheng without the slightest hesitation.

"Dare to hurt Wang Gongzi, today I will tear you apart!" shouted, and the monk's body surged with a surging force like a flood.

The surging power rushed towards the sky, causing the snowflakes that fell from the Nine Layers to become the finest dust, and for a while, the location of the grass chicken ditch seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist.

The monk rushed forward with his palm, and the big handprints fell all over the world, and before Li Cheng was approached, the domineering force had already made Li Cheng's figure a little stagnant.

Wang Jia, who was falling straight to the ground, seemed to have lost his combat power, so the monk didn't care about it and just let him fall.

Wang Jia's life and death are extremely important to him, but if Wang Jia is really dead, then for him it is just an existence that is not even as good as garbage.

At this moment, Wang Jia has been defeated by Li Cheng, and in his opinion, he must have been doomed to death, so at this moment, he counted his hand to catch Wang Jia, and he did not change the result at all.

At this moment, he just wants to kill Li Cheng, as long as Li Cheng is killed, then he will be furious when he returns to Kyoto, and he will definitely not really cut off his head and bury his dead son.

The mudra exudes a shimmering golden light, like a gold cast, which looks extremely extraordinary, transcendent and sanctified, like a legendary artifact.

Although Li Cheng's cultivation is very extraordinary, in his opinion, as long as he tries his best to fight, Li Cheng is not his opponent at all.

At this moment, what he is exhibiting is the Buddha Gate Vajra Demon Suppression Hand.

This exercise is a Buddhist magic skill, and its strength is extremely domineering, and those who practice this exercise can destroy the mountains and shake the mountains with their hands raised.

At this moment, Li Cheng was no longer at his peak under the fight with Wang Jia, and under the monk's big handprint, he had no ability to resist at all.

"Pay for the life of the prince!"

The handprint kept approaching Li Cheng, and the monk's face was full of hideous color.

After the monk shouted again and again, Wang Jia's body, which had fallen straight to the ground, suddenly swayed.

In an instant, he approached the monk.

The change happened very suddenly, and before the monk could react, the long knife in Wang Jia's hand slashed at one of the monk's arms.

In a hurry, the monk responded with his palm.

Although he cultivated the Buddha Sect Vajra Demon Suppression Hand, he has the strength to destroy mountains and mountains, but in the final analysis, he is still just a pair of fleshy palms.

Wang Jia's long knife, but Wang Tinglai's ancestral treasure knife, once shined in the battle of the ancient gods and demons.

It was not something that the monk's palm could resist at all, so he returned his palm to meet Wang Jia's slash, and the end was naturally clear.

Blood splattered, and the monk's palm fell off directly from his wrist.

"Ahh

When the two of them fought between the cliffs before, they had already communicated with their spirits, and today's battle.

Although Wang Jia did not explain why he gave his life to him, in the end he agreed to Wang Jia's request under Wang Jia's persuasion.

Although the Southern Tang scimitar cannot match Wang Jiashou's ancestral treasure knife, its sharpness can also be said to be the highest in the world.

At this critical juncture, the monk reflexively raised his other intact palm again.

A series of changes only happened in an instant, so the divine soul did not have time to react effectively, and the monk's other hand naturally did not escape the fate of being cut off.

The two palms were cut off one after another, which was a great blow to the monk, although he had not lost his combat power, but at the moment when his palms were cut off, his strength was still weakened by half.

After all, his whole body of kung fu is between the palms of his hand.

"Wang Gongzi, why is this?" both palms were beheaded, and the monk at this moment was like a wounded wolf, his eyes were green, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

He didn't expect that Wang Jia would join forces with Li Cheng to kill him.

"You were sent to me by your father, although the name is to protect me, but you and I both know that this is just spying on me!"

Wang Jia's body staggered, and after all, he couldn't keep his body from falling, and fell into the air.

"I have always remembered that he killed my mother, I was the son of a farmer in a remote place, he wanted my mother, and he wanted me to recognize the thief as my father, do you really think I don't know anything?"

Previously, in order to do enough tricks, he was stabbed by Li Cheng alive, but now the vitality in his body has been cut off, and there is no longer any possibility of living.

"You, you, ┅" The monk didn't expect that the prince in front of him would know these things at this moment.

"I had no intention of killing you, but what you have done in Kyoto in the past few days is that I am a gentleman, and I am not used to it!

"You don't know, a woman you killed is still my confidante, because of the reason that the royal court came, so I could only watch you spoil her and kill her!

Wang Jiakou almost gritted his teeth with every word, and his voice became more and more cold in the cold ice and snow.

At this moment, although the monk still has the strength to fight again, under the killing intent and hatred that escapes from Wang Jia's body, he is trembling.

Wang Jia was already as weak as an ant at the moment, but at this moment, it gave him a feeling of extreme danger.

"So, give me death today!"

Carrying the long knife in his hand, Wang Jia came to the monk and raised the knife in his hand, wielding the knife to cut the wind and snow, and wielding the knife to behead the head.

Not far away, Li Cheng watched this scene, his brows furrowed, but he was just silent, Wang Jia's ending was expected by him.

He felt a little guilty about Wang Jia, but not much.

At this moment, looking at the life-and-death confrontation between Wang Jia and the monk, he was like a spectator, and he couldn't afford to feel the slightest wave.

The knife was raised to a high place, and then it was slashed very crisply, without dragging the mud and water.

If there is no accident, the big head of the monk's neck will roll off, but at this time, the monk's body is surging with a powerful aura.

A golden qi floated out of his body and slashed towards Wang Jia.

Not far away, Li Cheng always paid attention to the details of the scene, and naturally noticed the abnormality of the monk's body as soon as the monk's body poured out.

The Nantang scimitar was flying in the air, dexterous and floating, and it was inserted into the monk's heart the moment before the monk's body rushed out of his body.