There is a hole in the stone window of the Ten Thousand Wild Goose Pagoda - it was pierced by a sword. ◎ Clever children remember to send super fast hands to fight the renewal faction ◎ Snowflakes drifted in from the broken window and landed on the blood-stained robe of Master Boxwood, but the sword had disappeared without a trace.

Yu Curtain felt that the fierce sword intent in the air behind him was returning, frowned slightly, waved his hand to brush the snow into the sky, resisted the falling apocalypse divine light, and then finally took a step forward.

At this time, she looked like a cute and ordinary little girl, but with this step, her aura suddenly changed greatly, as if she had become a thousand troops.

Her feet seemed to be stepping on the empty wilderness instead of stepping on the shallow snow on the street, and the ground of the southern city shook with her steps!

The wind and snow dissipated, and the aftermath broke through the wind and blew the snow away, just in an instant, just a step forward, and then came to the front of the Qingshui Division Yamen dozens of zhang away, and punched the door of the viewer.

Her fists were small and looked as cute as marshmallows, but the expression of the Spectator suddenly became extremely strict, even more solemn than the Heavenly Demon Realm above the Five Realms when she had seen the curtains cast them before.

Because at this time, Yu Curtain is no longer just the third senior sister of the academy, but also has returned to the identity of the contemporary Demon Sect Master, and her fist represents the foundation of the Demon Sect, that is, power.

As the most talented Demon Sect Sect Sect Master in thousands of years, Yu Curtain in this state is undoubtedly qualified to be called a generation of Grandmasters, and is qualified to challenge the powerhouses of any realm.

The viewer knew very well that the small fist that broke through the snow looked so harmless, even a little weak, but if this fist was allowed to land, it could knock a mountain down.

There is no wind in the palm, and it is soft like a thin snow falling into the lake.

The viewer stretched out his right palm and blocked Yu Curtain's fist.

He wasn't knocked out by this small and terrifying punch. Because he's not Aoyama. It is not a great river, it is an ocean that can contain hundreds of rivers, and it is the air that fills the heavens and the earth.

Look at the palm in front of the fist. Looking at the viewer who was close at hand, there was no trace of emotion on Yu Curtain's immature face, and he was extremely calm and calm. So much so that it gave birth to a strange smell.

With a snap, the light snow covered on the ground of the long street was shaken off the ground, and countless cracks appeared on the hard bluestone ground, like a spider web.

The curtain fell on the right foot behind him, and he stepped in the center of this cobweb, and the power that had been hidden for twenty-three years seemed endless, pouring out of the petite body towards the long street.

The jet-black ponytail was shaken apart. Fluttering behind her, like a whip, whipped the snowflakes miserably. The Dao Dao Qi carved deep marks on the wall like a sharp blade.

She didn't use the Heavenly Demon Realm. I didn't create a small world, I didn't use any mystical methods. Just smash your own simplest and most reliable means coldly past.

That is power, the most extreme power, the most absolute power.

Above the snow street, only the power was roaring, and at this moment, even the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi born according to nature was shocked by the power emanating from this petite body and fled into the distance.

In this case, even if she withdrew the small world formed by the cicada's wings, the viewer still had no way to enter the distance, and could only meet her fist head-on and resist her power head-on.

She is the current Demon Sect Master, who seems to be weak, but actually has the most powerful power in the world, and she believes that even if the Guan Master faces his own strength, he can only escape.

Because no matter how much it looks like an ocean, it's not really an ocean.

And what can you do when you can't escape?

On the snow street, the absolute and pure power roared vertically and horizontally, the Dao bun of the Guan Zhu was instantly cut apart, and the long hair fluttered behind the cyan Dao robe, looking a little wolf.

Yu Curtain looked at him, eager to know the answer.

She would know the answer right away.

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Strands of hair fell in front of the eyes of the viewer, and his eyes that were as quiet as an ancient well were not disturbed in the slightest.

Immediately after, a snowflake drifted in front of his eyes, skimming his eyelashes and past his black pupils.

Pure white snowflakes seem to enter the black pupils.

The color of the black pupils gradually fades.

Or rather, the snowflakes that had strayed into the eyes began to darken.

That's gray.

The eyes of the Spectator turned into a gray patch.

The deep well, which was not afraid of wind and rain, became the bones of the dead at the bottom of the well.

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The eyes of the Spectator faded gray.

Yu Curtain felt his strength drain like the wind, and his face turned slightly pale.

At this moment, she thought of a certain rumor, her eyes suddenly cold, and an uncontrollable anger arose.

She's not ready to put her punches away.

After she entered the academy, her master taught her only one lesson, and that was writing.

Writing is a world of its own, and it is also a pure heart and few desires, and it is cautious and angry. Because the master knows that she likes to be angry, especially after becoming a girl. So for twenty-three years, she didn't get angry.

But she was furious at this time.

She'd always hated the crumbs in the doorway.

Guan Zhu was undoubtedly the most miscellaneous miscellaneous in the Dao Sect - when this miscellaneous used the modified Ming Sect Exercises against her, the Ming Sect Master, her anger was at the extreme.

The Spectator looked into her eyes silently.

His eyes were so gray, so calm, so dead.

The snowflakes flying in the street seemed to have lost the support of the air current, and fell to the ground miserably.

It's like a cicada whose wings have been torn off.

If the situation is allowed to develop like this, either the viewer will win with gray eyes first, or the curtain will kill the viewer before the power disappears.

The probability of the latter happening is only about 20%.

But the anger that Yu Curtain has suppressed by the teacher for twenty-three years can set the prairie on fire once it burns.

So she wanted to bet on two.

What's more, she knows very well that she is willing to be casual, and she can only have these two percent of the opportunity by accumulating war spirit for twenty-three years, and once she misses it, she doesn't know if she can have this kind of opportunity.

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There is one person who is unwilling to give Yu Curtain the opportunity to bet on two percent.

Because he is a senior brother, if he really reaches a desperate moment and wants to gamble with his life, he thinks that he should also gamble himself, and he can't let his junior sister do it.

The wind and snow drifted slightly, and the old cotton jacket appeared in front of Yu Curtain's eyes.

also appeared in front of the gray eyes of the viewer.

The old padded jacket was stained with blood. But it's still clean.

Just like this scholar in a padded jacket. Walking thousands of mountains and rivers, covered with dust, still clean.

Only clean and pure. If you don't apply color, you can't dye or take color.

The old cotton jacket fluttered lightly in the wind, and the atmosphere of the elder brother was quiet. Not a single trace spilled out of the body.

He held up the stick in his hand.

The Spectator took a step back.

The elder brother picked up the stick and knocked it down on the street covered with light snow.

Each stick is a wooden grate.

He is the first disciple of the master, and his understanding of the Amazing God Array is far above the world.

Between tapping, he borrowed the breath of heaven and earth in Chang'an City.

A few sticks fell, and a thick city wall that had endured thousands of years of wind and rain appeared on the snow street.

The Lord is on the other side of the wall.

He and the curtain were on this side of the wall.

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The Spectator reached out into the snowy sky and grasped the Dao sword that flew back from the Ten Thousand Wild Goose Pagoda.

Then he raised his sword and stabbed it at the wall in front of him.

His sword was like the punch of the curtain earlier.

Pure at its best. Extremely powerful.

There is no power, only the Tao.

The Dao Sword held him the sword path that he had been immersed in all his life.

The walls of the city suddenly broke.

A clear sword mark appeared on the stick.

The blade of the sword swept through the wooden stick like a blizzard. A snort stabbed into the elder brother's left shoulder.

The blade of the sword goes into the padded jacket for three points. Blood began to appear.

Yu Curtain reached out and grabbed the elder brother's waist like a cat.

Her power is immense. So it's extremely fast.

The sword is moving forward.

But he gradually pulled out of his padded jacket.

Because her hand is faster than the sword of the watchman.

Big brother's straw sandals slide on the snow.

He raised his stick and struck again.

The viewer's expression was calm, and he raised his sword and stabbed again.

The curtain whistled, and the eaves avalanche.

In the petite body, the whistling sound that burst out was like thunder falling from the sky.

She retracted all her strength, then concentrated on her right fist and blasted forward.

The wind and snow in the sky, like cicada wings, always covered with the cracks of the shocking array, refracting the sunlight and exuding a golden luster, like countless golden leaves.

At this time, the curtain withdrew her breath, and her world naturally collapsed.

The golden snowflakes in the sky over Chang'an City burned violently, and the beauty made people palpitate.

The snow is burning.

The snow finally melted, and a crack appeared.

The majestic power from the heavenly dome finally landed on the snow street.

A piece of light, infinite light, obscures all.

The three breaths, with their own invincible strength, or the majestic Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, collided together.

The wind and snow roared, the walls collapsed and the eaves were broken, and all the houses along the street were shaken into ruins.

The wind and snow gradually quieted, and the senior brother and the aftermath had retreated to North Street, which was a hundred zhang away.

The senior brother was covered in blood, especially the sword wound on his shoulder, which was particularly terrifying.

Yu Curtain's body was not injured, but his face was a little pale.

Suddenly, rain fell.

Their clothes were wet.

It's winter, and it snowed for the first time last night.

Today, it rained in Chang'an City.

This rain is eerie.

Not only is the time weird, but the rain is also weird.

The rain didn't fall anywhere else.

Elsewhere in Chang'an City, the snow is still as quiet as before.

Only the southern section of Suzaku Avenue is gradually getting wet.

Because this rain did not come from the clouds, but from the air.

The snow that was melted by the burning turned into water and fell, wetting the long street.

Yu Curtain looked at the other side of the street and felt that this winter rain was a little cold.

The smoke and dust from the collapse of houses along the street were gradually suppressed by the rain.

The figure of the Spectator reappeared.

He threw the hilt of his sword into the snowdrift on the side of the street.

At that moment, his Dao sword was shattered by Senior Brother's wooden stick.

But other than that, he didn't suffer any injuries.

The green shirt was wet, but unfortunately it wasn't blood.

Spectators walk on shallow snow.

Walk in the wind and rain.

With every step he took, he made a footprint in the snow.

The rain that fell from the sky created an ocean in those footprints.

The little ocean is calm, reflecting the sky like a mirror.

Above Chang'an City, the snow sky like a line is still burning.

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(Today is Xiao Nian and the leader's birthday, everyone has fun, the picture of this chapter, tsk, it's really beautiful, if you make a movie in the future, you must not delete this.) ）