The snow was even heavier, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a blizzard.

There was a strong wind blowing in the east city, and it was extremely cold, and out of nowhere, white snowflakes fell from the sky, the temperature plummeted, the water began to freeze, and there was an endless frost on the stone bank.

A huge white curtain fell, enveloping the eastern part of the city for miles. An extreme chill enveloped the heavens and the earth.

Finally, the awakened people walked out of the house, they looked at the snow curtain and were afraid, and from time to time someone screamed, as if the fairy sword riot that night, the whole Yong'an City woke up from its slumber.

A long whistle sounded, and the horse's hooves sounded.

Officials were dispatched, the gates of the yew orchard were opened, and thousands of yew soldiers came to the street to evacuate the people and surround the snow curtain.

A young man in black gold armor stood at the front of the snow curtain, his eyes were insightful, and he seemed to be able to see through everything in the snow curtain. And the Yew soldiers behind him looked at him with respect and fiery eyes.

The young man stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless and calm, and the wind and snow could not reach behind him.

His eyes were clear, reflecting the white snow, like white clouds flowing in the sky.

His name is Changkong, Wenwu Qibin, one of Wubin.

.......

A heavy snowfall besieged the city.

Some curious people reached out and touched a snowflake, and the original curiosity suddenly turned to horror, and then screamed in pain. Because at the moment of contact, the extreme chill stretched down his fingers and extended to his whole body, cold and tingling.

Yew soldiers surrounded this white curtain and evacuated the people far away. Unlike ordinary people, they were not only soldiers, but also cultivators, and they could clearly feel the fear and sword intent contained in every snowflake.

Under this white snowflake, even they didn't dare to get too close, and once the cultivators below the Divine Void Realm were affected, it was likely that their divine form would be wiped out in this blizzard.

Few people know why there was such a blizzard, and the officials in charge of the evacuation scolded while reporting it, and the recent Yong'an City was also a bit too peaceful. Some people vaguely guessed something, there are strong people fighting in the city, but who is the strong one?

The last night of the night banquet continued, and the young students of the Fourth Academy were still competing there, and half of the big names in Yong'an City were there. So who will it be?

Changkong stood at the front of the snow curtain and did not take another step. It's not that he doesn't tread, it's that he can't.

From the moment he saw the heavy snowfall, he tried to walk in from the outside and find out what was inside. However, he tried many times without success, these white snow are not only sword intent, but the direction of fluttering has some kind of rule, like a formation. Want to get in, unless you force it. However, that result is likely to make this blizzard more chaotic, and the terrifying sword intent will get out of control, covering the entire city, and by that time, too many innocents will be injured.

So he's waiting, waiting for a result. No matter who the person inside is, there will always be a time when the winner will be decided, and the sword intent may dissipate, or there may be chaos. All he has to do is prevent this.

Soon after, a yew soldier came behind Changkong and reported something.

After listening to Changkong, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, which was meaningful.

Bai Xue is so powerful, and the sword intent is extraordinary. Ordinary practitioners see nothing more than the unusual. However, Changkong was different, while he felt the sword intent, he kept thinking in his mind, what kind of sword move this sword intent was generated.

He was there and thought of a possibility. That is the swordsmanship of the Falling Snow Building.

He knew that there was a son in Yong'an City who had fallen into the Snow Tower, and he had also heard about what had happened on the first night of the night banquet. So he sent someone to take a look.

The gates of the North City Punishment Department were closed.

This is very unusual, on the night of the Fairy Sword Riot, even the Criminal Department sent a lot of officials to inspect the situation and be of the common people. But today, even if the scope of this blizzard does not cover Beicheng, it is impossible for the Criminal Department not to find out, let alone be unmoved.

To do nothing is to make a difference. Too ordinary, it's unusual.

What exactly is a closed-door attitude?

Since he is the one from the Criminal Department, who is the person who fights him? Changkong felt a little strange.

He knew that decades ago, Bai Gongzi's name in the entire continent, and naturally knew his strength. Now, even if he is not on the Qingyun list, he definitely has the strength of the first half.

And in the entire Yong'an City, in the entire continent, except for those big shots, civil and military Qibin, who else can have this strength? There are many names in Changkong's mind: Chu Xue Zhanbai, Ouyang Pingchuan, Hundred Battles Sun Shao, Qingfeng Liuxun, Snow Mountain Wen Ruyu......

All the relationships are linked together, and the most likely of these people is only Liu Xun.

Qingfeng Liuxun, the elder brother of Qingfeng Academy, and the leader of the Liberal Arts Academy, so does this also mean Zhushan?

On the hard stone slabs on the banks of the Qishui River, countless fine sword marks gradually appeared, and these sword marks became more and more, gradually covered, and then joined together, becoming several deep cracks.

On the walls of the attic, on the bricks of the houses, on the ground covered with snowflakes. No matter how hard the ancient stone slab was, it would be difficult to withstand the baptism of such a strong sword intent.

If this continues, it is likely that the entire eastern city may be destroyed, and those people trapped in the wind and snow will have little chance of survival.

Changkong looked at his feet, and at some point a hard stone appeared there, this stone lay quietly on the ground, the original surface of the unevenness gradually became smooth, and then from one place, slowly shattered into powder, and disappeared into the wind and snow.

His consciousness moved slightly, turning into a straight line and soaring straight into the sky.

Above the snow curtain, there were suddenly a few more heavy clouds, these clouds covered the starlight, covered the moonlight, in the night, I don't know what color. But it was heavy, like a hat, pressed there.

Hats can be used to hide people's edges, and those heavy clouds also have a charm.

The snow line was pressed down by this layer of clouds, and then a layer of mist suddenly rose in the alleys and streets of the city, like white clouds falling on the ground.

The entire eastern city was fenced off, especially at the snow curtain that surrounded it, and the fog was even thicker.

These white clouds, those mist, contain a moist breath, and a terrifying power. But they are not harmful, their existence is protection, like a layer of protection, surrounding the East City.

The group of purple-shirted soldiers in the outermost layer of the snow curtain felt that the pressure on their bodies had decreased a lot, and the knife-like stinging pain on their faces gradually dissipated. They looked at the front of the crowd, their eyes burning with admiration.