Far north, it's an ice field!

As far as the eye can see, there are glaciers everywhere, covered in snow and ice, and the vast expanse is silvery white.

Deep in the glacier, there is a fairy gate.

At this time, in the depths of the glacier, this is a world of ice and snow, there is ice and snow everywhere, and on one of the mountains, there is a door, and there is a quaint plaque hanging on the door, which is a knife sect!

Three words, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, and the pen walks the dragon and snake, giving people a knife-like sense of wind power.

Bursts of coercion emanated from the plaque, shocking the surroundings.

This is where the One Sword Sect is located.

In front of the sect, on the mountain road, there were two young men in white clothes, and their clothes had a knife on their left arm, which was the symbol of the sect. And these two people are the disciples of the outer sect who are responsible for guarding the mountain gate.

"It's exciting to see the once-in-a-decade event of the Dead Lake just around the corner, and it would be nice to be able to attend. A young man said.

Another young man scolded: "You are excited, the two of us are the guards of the door." The Dead Lake Festival, that is only allowed by the sect Tianjiao, with the cultivation of the two of us now condensing five or six layers, even if the creation is in front of us, it is estimated that it will not be obtained. ”

The young man who spoke sighed, a little dejected.

In this cold world, the two of them chatted with each other, they were just ordinary disciples of the sect, and that kind of grand event was not something that a small person like them could participate in at all.

"Hey, someone is here in front, it is estimated that it is the Tianjiao of the other two sects!" a young man was shocked and said.

Following their gaze, on the snowy mountain road, two figures gradually walked by. At the moment when they saw these two figures, the two young men frowned at the same time, and looked at the two of them with some doubts.

The two men were in tattered clothes, with shaggy hair, and very sloppy, like beggars.

A young man took a step forward and whispered, "Stop, who are you waiting for?"

I thought it was the Tianjiao of the other two sects, but at this moment, the disciple guarding the door looked at it, what kind of Tianjiao was there, he looked sloppy, and his clothes were tattered, and there were dried blood stains on his body.

In his image, this is Tianjiao, simply a beggar.

One of the two figures walked out, hugged his fists and said, "We are here to participate in the Dead Lake Festival, and we have specially come to join the One Sword Sect and the sect." ”

"Are you the Tianjiao of another immortal sect who came to participate in the Dead Lake Festival?" asked a young man who stopped the two of them.

"Exactly, I am Mo Fan from the Refining Sect. And the one next to me is Su Hao from the Nine Sealed Doors. I also ask the Daoist friends of the One Sword Sect to allow me to wait for me to go up the mountain. These two figures are Mo Fan and Su Hao.

"Fart!"

As soon as Mo Fan finished speaking, another disciple guarding the mountain shouted angrily.

"Just like you, you can be regarded as Xianmen Tianjiao? The clothes are tattered and messy, how can there be a little image of Xianmen. If you can't say why, don't blame us for capturing you, bringing you into the sect, and accepting the sanctions of our sect!"

Mo Fan was stunned when he heard this, glanced at Su Hao, and looked at the young man with some depression.

"We are really disciples of the other two sects. Besides, this is the Yan Kingdom, and there seems to be no other sect in the Yan Kingdom except for our three sects. Mo Fan explained.

The disciple guarding the mountain frowned again and shouted, "You lied to the ghost, and you are also a genius in your appearance." If you are Tianjiao, Lao Tzu is still an elder of the sect. When death is on the verge of death, don't tell the truth yet, take it!"

After that, he directly pulled out the knife behind him and pointed at Su Hao and the others.

This result made Mo Fan stunned, but then he became angry. You speak with good words, but you dare to point a knife at me indiscriminately? My clothes are a little tattered, do you think I want to?

Thinking of this trip to ice and snow, I first met the blue wolf, then encountered the avalanche, and then met a group of spirit beasts on the ice field, and after a fight, I came to your Yidao Sect with all my hard work.

How are you?

If you don't let us in, you still point a knife at me?

The more Mo Fan thought about it, the more angry he became, the more aggrieved he became, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. This period of repression erupted like a volcano at this moment. As the Tianjiao of the refining sect, his cultivation combat power may not be high, but this is a disciple of the outer sect after all.

If he can't even clean up the outer disciples of the One Sword Sect, then he is not considered a Tianjiao.

"Are you trying to point a knife at me?" Sen Ran's voice came from Mo Fan's mouth, like a gust of cold wind blowing on the bodies of the two mountain guarding disciples, making the two of them shiver.

can think that this is its own sect, and it is full of confidence.

"What about you, you dare to be arrogant in front of my Yidao Sect Mountain Gate, I see that you beggar is impatient!" the disciple who guarded the door said coldly.

Su Hao stood aside, looking at him indifferently from beginning to end.

It seems calm on the surface, but it is boiling inside!

"Take it!" The mountain sect disciple's eyes were cold, and he stepped forward at the same time as the other disciple, and directly moved his hand, wanting to capture Mo Fan.

The two knives were like two shooting stars, attacking out with a cold air.

But who is Mo Fan?

It is the Tianjiao of the refining sect, and it is the monk of the fourteenth layer of condensation!

These two mountain sect disciples with four or five layers of spiritual energy only felt a flower in front of them, and there was a sharp pain in their hands, and the knife fell directly to the ground with a bang, and a terrible scream reverberated in front of the mountain gate.

Mo Fan did not leave his hand, but used all his strength, pinching the wrists of the two mountain sect disciples stiffly, with a chill in his eyes.

"Dare to point a knife at me?" Mo Fan's face was hideous, and his anger could not be extinguished.

Then he kicked out, kicked the two disciples to the ground hard, and stepped on the chests of the two of them.

The two Mountain Sect disciples screamed miserably, and one of them had a look of resentment in his eyes.

"You're going to die!" the disciple said with a grim look in his eyes.

Click!

With a crisp sound, a jade slip in his hand shattered, and it was a communication jade slip.

At the same time as this jade slip shattered, in the depths of the sect of the One Sword Sect, several figures suddenly rose into the air and galloped towards the mountain gate.

"Damn!" Mo Fan stepped on the body of the disciple of the mountain sect again, venting his anger.

The disciple screamed miserably, but his eyes were even more gloomy.

Not long after, in the distant sky, there were several sounds of breaking the sky, and a low shout was like thunder, exploding in mid-air.

Under that voice, an invisible coercion came from the air and fell on Mo Fan's body, making Mo Fan's face pale, his body churning, and he staggered back a few steps.

He looked up at the man who had come.

Su Hao was the same, his eyes were indifferent.

The leader was a middle-aged man, and he fell to the ground in an instant, and his eyes swept over the two mountain sect disciples lying on the ground. Immediately, Sen Ran looked at Su Hao and the others, and the murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

A majestic momentum emanated from his body, invisibly pressing towards Mo Fan.

Under that coercion, Mo Fan's body was even more turbulent, his body couldn't help trembling, and he looked at the middle-aged man with horror in his eyes.

"Tsukiki!"

Without waiting for him to react, a hand was placed on his shoulder. When this hand was placed on his body, Mo Fan obviously noticed that the coercion enveloping him had decreased a lot.

"You stand back!"

A faint voice echoed in his ears, and he glanced back, it was Su Hao. He couldn't help but nod and stood behind Su Hao.

Su Hao also raised his head again at this moment, looking at the foundation building monk, not caring about the majestic momentum.

This scene made the middle-aged man's pupils shrink suddenly.

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