The sky is clear, and suddenly there is snow falling, this is the snow drift.

Heavy snowflakes fluttered like ashes from burned reeds, occupying the entire sky and obscuring the blue sky. The temperature in the city dropped sharply, it was extremely cold, the ice edges on the eaves were cold, the lake ice was frozen and creaked, and the well water at the mouth of the alley began to freeze.

Ning Que stood in the wind and snow, with a thick layer of snow on his black uniform, like a snow bridge, because it carried too much snow weight, it could break at any time.

In this battle, he is a bridge, Chang'an City borrowed his sword to attack the Guanzhu, at this time, the silence from the Guanzhu, was devoured by gluttony, entered Ning Que's body, and then through the guò array eye pestle, it was magnified or embodied countless times, enveloping Chang'an City.

The chill carried by the snow flakes penetrated the heavy hospital uniform and reached the skin, instantly freezing Ning Que, and the frost on the eyelashes and the snow powder on the face were extremely thick, like Sangsang who put on makeup for the first time that year.

When the cold reaches the extreme, all exercise stops. Ning Que, who was occupied by the intention of silence and his body and mind, was like falling into the deepest ice cellar, he was so cold that he couldn't tremble, he couldn't breathe when he was cold, and even his thoughts were about to be frozen in ice.

He was frozen like a well at the mouth of an alley.

At this time, only the crystal clear liquid in his abdomen was still slowly rotating, although the speed of rotation had become extremely slow, and it seemed that it could stop at any time. The breath emanating from that drop of liquid has the pride to break through the shackles of a qiē, whether it is cold or silent.

At this time, his sea of knowledge has turned into a sea covered with ice and snow, only the bottom of the deepest layer of silt, and there is a fragment still exuding luster, facing the cold that falls from the sky, unwilling and violent.

Ning Que's heroic qi was inherited from Uncle Xiaoshi, and the fragment of consciousness was inherited from Liansheng, both of whom were the pinnacle of existence in that era, and they could fight against the master without falling behind.

At this time, he fell into the greatest danger of his life, and at the moment closest to death, the Haoran Qi and the fragments of consciousness that had saved him countless times broke out again.

Ning Que suddenly began to tremble, the frost on his eyelashes and the snow flakes on his face shattered, and then shot away like sharp arrows, revealing his true face.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his lips and spilled downward.

The blood was muddy because there were a lot of crushed blood ice particles that had been coagulated at low temperatures.

The muddy blood fell on the placket of his clothes and landed on his left hand, and the pestle was poured with blood, and it suddenly became hot, and the blood evaporated into a mist and passed by.

Ning Que let out a shout, looking extremely painful, and the ice armor on the black hospital uniform was shattered, like the snow on the stone bridge being blown off, revealing its true appearance.

He opened his eyes. His hands trembled slightly, and he used his strength to break through the ice and snow, and then abandoned the knife.

He had to seize the moment he woke up.

He held the ends of the pestle with both hands, and swept straight out in the wind and snow in front of him.

In one sweep, there are two lines, two absolutely parallel and straight lines.

The awe-inspiring talisman suddenly burst out in the wind and snow.

Two characters.

By means of a talisman to cover up, Ning Que stepped on the ice and snow, swept backwards, and stormed dozens of feet away.

The Lord has proven that he is invincible in the world, even if he owns a city, he is still no match for the other party, and he is even almost killed at one sight, so he just wants to leave at this time.

The farther away from each other, the better.

Two sharp runes appeared on the Vermilion Bird Avenue, like two blades refined from the Refinement Gang.

The viewer raised his right arm and tapped his fingers.

Know its male, guard its female for the world's stream.

Knowing its black, guarding its white, is the world's style.

Know its glory and guard its humiliation for the valley of the world.

The contemplator uses the world finger.

Meaning completely ignores the two characters on the snow street and escapes.

Ning Que also had a bloody hole in his backward knee.

He fell backwards, a bloody hole in his shoulder.

There were a few soft pops, and seven blood holes appeared on his body.

The Lord used seven fingers, which was secretly in line with the will of heaven, and then he broke off humanity.

It has cut off the way of human survival.

Blood gushed out, staining the snow beneath Ning Que's body red.

He could only sit in an extremely ugly posture at this time, and he no longer had the strength to swing his sword.

The contemplator said, "Ingenuity is a small way. Ning Que understood that Guan Zhu was commenting on the previous battle, and he admitted that Guan Zhu was right.

Whether it is to show the enemy weakness or to lure the enemy closely, it is not a big road for a real battle.

"Your current realm is still a long way from the true avenue, and no matter how strong your desire is, you can't make up for it, not to mention that you have embarked on a wrong path. ”

The viewer walked slowly, and the wind and snow were cleared.

"I have read your post, and unlike the rest of the world, I don't like it, because you don't know how to write clumsily, and the stroke of that word is too heavy, and you have to use a clumsy pen.

Ning Que raised his arm with some difficulty, wiped the blood from his jaw, and said, "If there is still a chance in the future, I will definitely remember your teachings and learn how to behave poorly." ”

"There's no more. ”

The viewer sensed that in the wind and snow behind him, two figures were approaching at high speed.

He knew that it was the powerful pair of brothers and sisters in the academy.

He didn't care.

The city has been frozen by him.

What about the people in the city?

Not far from the west side of Suzaku Avenue, there is a simple and even simple house, in Chang'an City, this is a very common picture, often next to a certain official office, there are hundreds of years of disrepair of old houses, prosperous and dilapidated always depend on each other, but can not say whether it is good or bad.

This street is called Sanyuanli, where the most ordinary people in Chang'an live, and in the firewood room in the backyard of one of them, the annoyed voice of a young man suddenly sounded, accompanied by the sound of slapping the table.

"Why only give a pot of hot water? Why only give a pot of hot water? It's not enough to drink, my mother's feet are frozen, and I can't soak in it, and that guy still has a dark face every day, who is it for?"

The woman sat in the futon, holding a three or four-year-old girl, looked at her indignant son, her face was full of worry, and said, "It's good to have shelter and food." ”

The boy was wearing a shabby cotton jacket, and looking at his appearance, he should be a country child.

He sat at the door of the firewood room, where the wind leaked the most severely, his childish face was a little blue from the cold wind, and he said angrily: "How difficult is it to ask for an extra pot of hot water?"

It's a very cold day, and the eaves are hung with ice edges, and even the heat from the stove can't drift far. The boy was worried about his mother's old cold legs, so he asked for hot water in the front yard, but only brought back a pot, and was told a few words by the young man in the front yard, thinking about what happened now, his love was very bad.

At this moment, the door of the firewood room was pushed open with a creak. A young man appeared at the door, and saw that he was wearing a tight cotton jacket, and his expression was a little idle and arrogant, and he seemed to be messing around in the streets and alleys.

The cold wind poured in from outside the door, and the woman was stimulated and began to cough, but she couldn't help herself, so she quickly hugged the little girl in her arms tighter, and pulled the futon on the little girl.

The country boy looked at the city kid and was furious, but he clenched his fists and didn't dare to make a move.

Because the city boy had two knives in his hand.

A wood knife, a kitchen knife.

(After finishing this chapter in the café by the broken bridge in the West Lake, who wants to say this petty bourgeoisie, I want to reason with him, it's really unhappy, all kinds of unhappiness in the tables and chairs, all kinds of unhappiness in the shoulders and neck, all kinds of unhappiness in the lake breeze, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, fortunately, it was written in an afternoon, Amitabha, I am looking forward to going home.) ）