A moment ago, at the risk of blindness, Su Wen opened his eyes and reported a set of directions to each of his companions.

The only thing he said to Mu Xi was not the direction, but the name of a war music.

It's the dragon trapped in the shallows!

There are many changes in the piano path, but in general, the sound of the battle is mostly a range attack, so Mu Xi doesn't need Su Wen to guide her in the direction, she just needs to know what kind of war music she should play.

And Su Wen had already sensed the snow devil's advantage in speed before he opened his eyes, so he didn't hesitate at all, and let Mu Xi play the restricted piano sound!

Su Wen guessed right.

What that snow devil is best at is speed!

However, now Mu Xi is just a waiter, so the war music in her hand is not enough to trap the snow devil in place, but it is only three breaths, and the snow devil has broken free from the shackles of the piano sound and started again.

But three breaths are enough.

It was enough for the dragon horse chess soul to crash into the snow devil's waist, and enough for Meng Yun's layers of sword nets to fall on the snow devil.

"Woo......"

The snow devil's mouth let out a long cry of sorrow, against the layers of sword shadows, the figure flashed sharply, looking for a gap to break through, and at this time, the rattan whip it had dodged at the beginning suddenly hit back, with a terrible wind sound, accurately pumped on the back of the snow devil.

Under the pain, the snow devil did not sit still, but used this power to explode his speed to the extreme again, and disappeared in the air in an instant, falling on the snow dozens of feet away behind Gojo and Zixi.

However, those high-temperature flames shimmered with a faint blue light. But it didn't burn off a single hair of the snow devil, and even so, the snow devil at this time seemed to be wolf enough.

Its snow-white, supple fur was shaved off by the shadows of the sword. Now it looks potholed and indescribably desolate, like a stray dog.

And the snow devil's waist and abdomen were hit by the dragon horse chess soul, and the entire internal organs suddenly seemed to be overturned, and the colic was abnormal.

But that's not where the snow goblins hurt the most.

It has really suffered two major blows.

One is behind it, there. There was a very obvious whip mark, and the skin was open and fleshy, and it had hurt the muscles and bones.

Another place. Now he is cruising up and down the body of the snow devil, but it is from the immeasurable talent that comes from Su Wen's body!

It is true that demon people, like humans, can cultivate literary degrees. Attracting talents. But the Snow Demon is not a demon, but just a demonic beast!

Like those beasts in the human world, can they recite poetry and become literate?

The answer, of course, is no!

Therefore, pure talent is very damaging to the snow devil.

And this qiē is all due to the fact that the snow devil was too light on the enemy from the very beginning of the battle, or rather, it was too confident.

A hundred years of sleep. Let it think that these humans are still ants like they were back then, and they only need to lift their legs. can be completely trampled to death.

So from the very beginning, the snow devil did not show his ultimate speed, nor did he launch the most fierce offensive, and he even made Su Wen and others turn against the guest and caught it off guard!

And such a brilliant result also made Su Wen not expect that the tower-guarding demonic beast on the ninety-eighth floor of the dignified Yellow Crane Tower could be so weak?

However, in the next moment, Su Wen knew that he was wrong.

Because the aura of the snow devil in the distance did not become weaker, but became stronger.

The pain and humiliation aroused the most powerful fighting spirit of the snow devil, and it decided to get serious and completely turn these humans into green smoke on the snowfield.

The humiliation it has suffered will be repaid a hundredfold!

Thinking of this, the hair on the snow devil's body once again strengthened like a steel needle, and a pair of pupils became more red than blood, and even its figure lying on the ground quietly rose a few inches.

At the same time, Su Wen made a wrist, and the immeasurable pot and the spirit rhino pen in his hand disappeared, and in their place, there were two nine-grade treasures.

"Now it's behind us!Yu Mo, it's not the beginning, it's twenty zhang! Meng Yun, it's not the first three moments, it's fifteen zhang!Zixi, it's not right, it's ten zhang!"

Su Wen once again reported three sets of directions, but this time, Su Wen added the distance after the direction, and the distance he said to everyone was different.

He didn't call out Mu Xi's name, which means that Mu Xi's piano sound remains the same!

He also didn't shout Gojo's name, because Gojo had no Wen position and couldn't blow up Wenbao by himself.

"Boom! boom!"

At the same time, two violent explosions sounded one after another thirty feet away behind everyone, and the thick layer of snow was lifted into the air by the air waves, and then fell again, like a dark blue blizzard.

However, such a powerful explosion did not hurt the snow devil in the slightest, but instead approached everyone at an incredible speed from far and near!

Just when it swept twenty zhang in front of everyone, the explosions of two Wenbao sounded again, but this time it was not Su Wen who made a move, but from Yu Mo!

But the snow devil was like a cunning loach, and like an unreachable breeze, it actually passed through the moment Wenbao exploded, and used his erratic body to leave behind all the aftermath of the explosion!

Closer, closer.

Fifteen zhang, the Wenbao in Meng Yun's hand blew himself up.

Ten zhang, the Wenbao in Zixi's hand exploded.

At this point, the four people, including Su Wen, blew up eight treasures respectively, but they didn't even hurt a single cold hair of the snow devil!

It can be seen that the speed of the snow devil is so terrifying!

When the last wave of explosions sounded, except for Mu Xi's continuous piano sound, everyone was waiting for Su Wen's voice.

Waiting for the next set of directions.

However, Su Wen never made a sound again, and faintly, there seemed to be a rustling sound of pen falling.

Su Wen was the only one in the audience who opened his eyes, but he hadn't moved since he threw the two Wenbao from his hands at the beginning.

What's he doing?

The last stroke fell, and Su Wen suddenly unfolded the scroll in his hand towards the snow devil in the distance. It was his most powerful and most practiced war.

"Wind and Rain Thunder Map"!

In an instant, poetry, calligraphy, and painting were all in unison. Wind and rain in all directions, thunder and lightning!

The torrential rain struck the snow devil, making its body heavier, and the wind howled like an iron wall, blocking its path.

But what really scared the snow devil was the lightning strike in the air!

It's fast. Can it be faster than lightning?

"Boom!"

Purple Thunder hit the snow devil mercilessly, exploding with sparks and lightning, in addition to the damage caused by the electric shock. It made the snow devil's body stiff again.

It's finally slowing down.

"Wind and Rain Thunder Map" plus "Dragon Trapped Shoal" is already the strongest restrictive means that Su Wen can think of.

But that's not enough.

Or rather. Su Wen's response was still a step slower. His worst fears happened.

"Roar!"

A roar came from the Snow Devil's mouth, causing the entire snow field to tremble, and then it ignored the thunder and lightning in the air, the raindrops that fell like boulders, and the sharp wind as a knife, and burst out with its most powerful speed for the second time.

Again, that's the problem.

No matter how fast it is, can it be faster than a strong wind, faster than lightning?

Answer: OK!

The next moment, the snow devil almost broke through the limit of the limit. It broke free from the shackles of the dragon's trapped shallows, and it passed through the curtain of rain and wind, and its speed was so fast that even lightning could not catch up.

The distance of ten zhang only takes a moment for the snow devil.

And an instant later, a pair of its sharp claws had already come to the top of Zixi's head three inches!

This time, Zixi didn't get Su Wen's warning, but her keen sense of danger made her raise the big black cauldron behind her as if instinctively.

"Bell!"

The iron pot broke in response, and the snow devil's claws smashed into Zixi's head.

At such a close distance, Zixi was not a martial artist, so she had no way to dodge this fatal blow, she could only wait for death.

And the others in the audience didn't even know that one of Zixi's legs had already stepped into death!

But then, the most unimaginable scene happened.

The snow devil's claw suddenly paused in mid-air, and it could almost feel Zixi's long green hair fluttering between its palms, but this claw couldn't shoot it anymore.

Because it suddenly felt a supreme majesty, even more timid than the dragon might.

Because it suddenly felt an indescribable sadness, even more sad than being trapped in the Yellow Crane Tower for a hundred years.

The figure of the snow devil paused in the air for more than ten breaths, and the poems that Su Wen had recited before using the exit chapter gradually resounded on the snow field.

"There are many swords and spears in the beast, and the birds are all wailing.

What is the cause of the lamb's mouth, and there is no sound of slaughtering the door?"

This is a war poem, but it is not Su Wen's plagiarism from the literary heroes of his previous life, because this is a demon war poem.

The person who wrote this war poem is the last king of the demon race.

Demon Lord, Tu Sheng!

A little snow devil, facing the demon lord Yu Wei in the past, facing the breath of the original owner of this yellow crane tower, how can he not feel frightened?

At the same time, the name of this war poem is called "Pathos", which makes everyone who hears it sad and desperate, and their hearts are broken.

What's more, the scene depicted in this war poem is the scene of the demonic beast being slaughtered and crying helplessly.

Such a poem, now falling in the ears of the snow devil, and now showing in front of the snow devil's eyes, how can it not be deeply sad?

The next moment, the snow devil whimpered, turned around abruptly, and fled to the depths of the snowfield, never daring to show his face again.

After about half a pillar of incense, Su Wen let out a long breath and said to everyone: "Okay, now that the demonic beast has escaped, we are finally safe!"

Without waiting for everyone to ask what was going on, Su Wen instructed again: "When the sun sets, everyone will open their eyes, and then we can walk out of this snowfield, but there is bad news......

After a pause, Su Wen seemed to laugh lightly, and pretended to be flat: "I can't see it." (To be continued......)