The knife was thick, covered with oil and blood, and there was always some discord when it slashed at the snowflakes falling from the sky, as if the next moment it would be cut empty.

Because there was nothing in the air in front of the cliff but snow.

However, when the knife fell, the deformation of the space could be truly seen, and the sound of something being torn apart could be heard. The world composed of two transparent cicada wings was simply cut through with one sword!

The sword intent went and fell, landing on the cliff, only the sound of a rattle could be heard, the broken stones flew into the snow, the cracks between the pine vines gradually expanded, the cliff slid slowly, countless cliffs rolled down, and then ...... The mountain cracked.

The butcher slashed a mountain in half.

There was also a man who fell along with the cliff, and the figure of that person was very petite, falling from the cliff hundreds of feet high, as if jumping from the sky, jumping into the snow, and instantly came to the butcher's head.

The butcher's knife was so sharp that even he couldn't cut the third knife in such a short time.

He let out a low cry and flipped his wrist into the snow.

There was a muffled snap.

The petite figure landed directly on the knife face.

There was a loud bang.

The smoke and dust rose slightly, and in the wind and snow, stones shot indiscriminately.

The butcher's eyebrows fluttered violently, and the slightest trace fell.

but his people did not fall.

Because his feet had sunk into the ground, knee-deep!

The petite figure, shocked by the butcher's knife, tapped lightly between the broken cliffs, turned around like a goose and came again, and at the same time, the sword in Jun Mo's hand also arrived!

Thundered!

The deafening sound of the impact directly destroyed several houses on the edge of the town. Tear all the snowflakes in front of the remnant mountain into powder, and even go straight to the night dome, tearing the clouds open!

Everywhere there was the turbulence of the breath of heaven and earth caused by the collision, the snow on the ground and the cliffs and rocks piled everywhere kept flying, and the night was dim, and only the sound could be heard, and the picture could not be seen clearly at all.

No one knows how many battles have taken place between the three of them in such a short period of time, and how many collisions have occurred between the iron sword butcher knife and the fist, only that it represents absolute power!

I don't know how long it took. The cliff was finally quiet.

"I said that last time. You are indeed strong, and if you are allowed to have the same years as me, it is even possible to surpass me, but ...... Not now. You can't even kill me. ”

The butcher looked indifferently at the bottom of the cliff opposite. He had a lot of wounds on his body. But there was no blood to be seen, it seemed like a wolf bèi, but it was not really injured.

Sure enough, he is the one closest to the legendary immortal realm.

Jun Mo had a bloody mouth on his left shoulder. The yellow dress of the curtain was covered with dust, and more importantly, her shoes were torn, all kinds of signs proved that it was still difficult for them to kill the butcher together.

"Some people are really difficult to kill, such as you, the drunkard, and the first one, but tonight the drunkard finally died, and the first one was also trapped by my academy, and we also have arrangements for you. ”

Yu Curtain said calmly: "I just tried it before, but since it didn't work, then use other methods, you must know that defeating the enemy does not necessarily mean killing the enemy." ”

This statement makes a lot of sense.

Jun Mo thought about the first knife of the previous butcher and thought.

As the sound of the curtain fell, a quiet flute sound sounded between the cliffs with light snow.

The sound of the flute was followed by the sound of the piano flowing like flowing water.

The sound of the piano and flute is moving and emotional, but in the silent place, there is a killing opportunity.

The butcher raised his eyebrows slightly, his face was slightly pale, and he let out a deep sigh, and the dust and snow shook on itself.

He took the knife in his hand and slashed at the place where the flute sounded.

The sound of the flute came to an abrupt end.

But the sword intent could not move forward.

Because there is a pine on the cliff, a dwarf pine, there is a car on the side of the pine, a broken car, and a broken flag on the broken car.

The dwarf pine is a cannon, the broken car is still a car, and the remnant flag is a handsome flag.

This is chess.

The knife intent was locked, the butcher looked slightly awe-struck, took a step forward, and with his body, he smashed the cicada wings of the curtain, but he couldn't get out, because there were still many chess pieces between the cliffs.

Black cliffs, snow-covered cliffs.

That's black and white.

This is Go.

The butcher let out a long roar, raised his knife and slashed again!

The sound of the flute that had just resounded stopped again, and the chess pieces all over the mountain shook uneasily, as if they were about to crack.

At this moment, a silk thread that was extremely soft fell down the snowflakes.

The silk thread connects the pine, the car, the flag, the stone, and the snow.

The snowflakes touched the silk threads, and when they were bounced into powder, they became clouds.

This is the gathering formation.

It's still not over.

Outside the gathering array, there are iron furnaces, yellow sand, and in the stream behind the cliff, there is even a waterwheel.

A white goose, squatting on the top of the waterwheel, looks like a proud general.

The old scalper was on the hillside farther away, looking into the distance, as if unintentionally.

The butcher whistled again, raised his knife and slashed again.

A sign, coming from the west.

An iron rod into the ground for the camp.

The sword intent was bound by several layers of array intent, and then it was pointed out that the stick rushed and scattered invisible.

Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang came from the town.

He was wearing a divine robe, wearing a divine crown, and his expression was solemn.

He had thirteen Protestant disciples and the power of faith.

The butcher was silent, bowed his head, and then looked up.

He raised his iron sword and slashed it for the fifth time.

This time, however, he still failed to kill anyone.

Because a stone, appeared in front of the knife.

The cliffs and rocks all over the mountains seemed to come to life, but they died again, trapping him in them.

It's a big array.

Mo Shanshan was wearing a white dress and a crown, quietly looking at the mountains and rocks.

The block array she has laid now has the meaning of Daming Lake in front of the Demon Sect Mountain.

Back then, it took some time for Uncle Xiao to break the block, so how could the butcher be an exception?

The butcher finally put away his knife.

He looked at the several powerful but interdependent formations between the cliffs, and was silent.

He could have predicted that everyone from the academy would appear here.

But I never imagined that the other party actually moved the academy here!

......

......

The sound of the flute resumed, and it was extremely joyful, even a little proud.

Yu Curtain didn't even look at the butcher, put up his little hands, turned around and left.

The people of the academy followed, and Mo Shanshan was naturally no exception.

She was one of the two people invited by the academy to Houshan, and she had long been accustomed to thinking of herself as a member of the academy, and the academy had long been accustomed to treating her as its own.

Jun Mo didn't stay, he sat cross-legged in the snow.

He quietly watched the butcher in the array.

Many years ago, when Ning Que killed Xiahou, he sat on the snow bridge for a whole night, so that Xu Shi, the general of the Tang Dynasty, and the most powerful Yulin army could not cross the bridge even a single step.

Tonight, he sat down again in the snow, which represented his attitude.

The butcher looked at him and said, "As long as I have time, I can always break through these formations." ”

Jun Mo said: "We only need time...... If you can break through these formations, then it's my turn to keep you, and I'll try to catch your knife then. ”

The butcher said, "You can't catch it." ”

Jun Mo said: "Maybe." ”

The butcher was silent for a moment and asked, "You have waited for more than ten days not to go to Peach Mountain, why? If the Dao Gate is destroyed, Haotian will become very weak and even die." ”

Jun Mo was silent for a moment and said: "Or maybe it's because Haotian in your eyes, in the eyes of everyone in my academy, is also the little girl who cooks and cooks, she can not die, it is better not to die." ”

The butcher asked, "Why do you want to go up to Peach Mountain tonight?"

Jun Mo said: "Because she has returned to Chang'an." ”

Chang'an is really a wonderful name, a very magical city, which can protect many ordinary human beings, and now, it is about to start guarding Haotian.

Jun Mo said again: "You do your best for your friends, I do my best for my teacher, and we can do our best for each other." ”

The butcher was silent for a long time and said, "Jun Mo has always been reasonable. ”

He raised the knife in his hand again.

The sword intent could not break the formation, but it faintly echoed the sword intent that remained between heaven and earth before.

The snow clouds in the night sky had been cut open, and at this time, the gap quickly expanded, and the snowflakes gradually stopped, and the clouds dispersed, revealing the bright moon.

Jun Mo looked up at the bright moon.

Between the mountain roads to Taoshan, the people in the academy carried the burden, led the oxen, carried the white goose and the belongings, and hurried forward silently.

Yu Curtain was aware of it, looked up at the night sky, and also saw the bright moon.

"Teacher, we're going to win. ”

Chen Pipi looked at the moon and said with a smile.

Many years ago, the master went to Peach Mountain and cut off all the peach blossoms in the mountain.

Tonight, the moon is in the sky.

His students came.

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(Jun Mo has always been reasonable, I have always written very well when I came to the critical moment, and praised myself silently.) (To be continued......)