The 'ant' flew into the sword intent, like a moth pounced on the fire.

Seeing the young man move forward without the slightest hesitation, even Zuo Yunshan, who had no good impression of Chen An, was a little moved at this moment.

In fact, as early as when he was young, Zuo Yunshan also imitated the disciples of previous generations and tried to climb the Tianshan Mountain.

At that time, when he first entered Jindan, he was full of spirit, and he thought that the world was so big that there was no place to go.

So, like many outstanding disciples of Taixuanzong, he set his sights on this Tianshan Mountain, which has stood for thousands of years.

It's just that he prides himself on being endowed with both hearts and souls, but when he faced that piece of sword intent, he stopped.

Fortunately, no one noticed him slipping away that night.

So when he saw the figure of the young man desperate, Zuo Yunshan was silent.

It may be easy to say, but how many people can know that there is a mountain of swords in front of them, and not give birth to retreat.

was silent together, as well as Lu Ning beside him.

He hadn't climbed the Tianshan Mountain, and he hadn't personally felt how terrifying that sword intent was.

He just watched the plain clothes on the young man's body gradually dyed red, and couldn't help asking, "He, doesn't it hurt?" ”

……

……

Pain!

Yards, it hurts!

It was as if every skin on the body was being cut by sword intent all the time.

Chen An had been mentally prepared, but he still grinned in pain.

Even the figure with Edgeworth began to shake, as if it was about to fall off at any moment.

He quickly regained his breath, adjusted the rhythm of his breathing, and stabilized his body.

As soon as you enter the mountainside, those snowflakes falling from the sky seem to be blessed by some powerful buff, not only becoming extremely fast, but also extremely sharp.

The snowflakes fell all over his shoulders, and here in Chen An, there is naturally no so-called artistic conception at all.

Just imagine what it feels like for the sharpest knife in the world to fall on your shoulder, that is what Chen An is experiencing now.

This is a physical pain that cannot be escaped.

Under the wind and snow falling all over the sky, the speed of the young man's climb finally slowed down.

It's just that kind of slowness, not slow in the popular sense.

It's just that it's a little slower than his previous speed.

So in the eyes of Lu Ning, who was watching, he couldn't help but ask a second question again.

"That's not right!"

"It stands to reason that his spiritual power should have been exhausted a long time ago, why does it look like he hasn't done his best now?"

He was not alone in his confusion about this question.

Zuo Yunshan frowned, didn't say a word, just stared at the young man who was swaying but always up.

He felt a burst of irritability for no reason.

This is not the first time this feeling has appeared.

As early as a few years ago, he often had such an illusion of restlessness, which made him desperately want to find an open space and vent at will.

At the same time, a very small black shadow quietly appeared on the back of Zuo Yunshan's neck.

It was a small dark blue worm.

It only flashed for a moment, then quickly extinguished and disappeared without a trace.

……

……

"Doesn't he hurt?"

On the Tianshan Mountain, witnessing this scene with the girl, the old woman couldn't help but sigh.

Mu Sanniang didn't answer, she just thought of something, hurriedly stood up, and came to the edge of the mountain.

The girl leaned over and leaned down to look down.

But at such a distance, in such a snowy weather, what can you see except for the white expanse?

She gritted her teeth and tried to reach out more, but she was quickly bounced away by the formation, and she couldn't move in again.

"Brother......

The girl looked down the mountain in a daze, her lips unconsciously opened slightly, and she let out a silent cry.

At this moment, in the middle of the sea of knowledge, the old woman suddenly glared.

Because in that light curtain, the young man's figure did not pause for a moment, and at the last moment when his clothes were dyed red.

His expression was grim, like the hardest sword in the world, rushing out of the wind and snow.

Also walked through the mountainside.

No one knew the boy's actual state, but he could only tell from the increasingly shaky sword shadow that he was indeed a little tired.

And his journey is only halfway there.

……

After rushing past the Patriarch's Sword Intent, the falling snowflakes no longer looked like knives.

This seems to be good news.

But feeling the little spiritual power left in his body, Chen An knew that the situation was not optimistic.

Fortunately, with the operation of the Great Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang Harmony Method, the speed at which he recovered his spiritual power was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

This is also the biggest support for him to be able to get to this point.

Otherwise, he may not be able to fly halfway up the mountain.

What's more, like now, he broke through the barrier of sword intent all the way and continued to move forward.

It was only soon that Chen An realized another fact.

As he continued to rise, the temperature of the air was also rapidly decreasing with the naked eye.

Why is it visible to the naked eye?

Because Chen An can now see that a thick layer of ice has condensed on the mountain wall.

The chill contained in the air penetrated into every bone and vein, as if even breathing was about to be frozen.

In such an extremely harsh environment, the operation of spiritual power began to stagnate.

Fortunately, Chen An had already expected it, and he didn't feel panicked.

He just used the last trace of spiritual power in his body to take out the pickaxe he had ordered before from the storage bag, then put away the flying sword and jumped.

The powerful body of the Tsukiji Monk allowed him to easily use an iron pickaxe to plunge into the ice and hook his own body.

Without the slightest delay, the boy began to wield the iron pickaxe in his hand like a mortal.

Continue the climb.

He didn't know how high he had flown now, how far he was from the top, and he didn't have time to think about that.

The monk's body is indeed powerful, but without the support of spiritual power, no matter how powerful the body is, it is only flesh and blood.

The young man's eyebrows and slender knuckles quickly condensed into a layer of frost.

This forced him to slow down.

But the house leak happened to rain overnight, and suddenly a fierce wind blew, blowing the boy violently.

The girl who has been watching her brother suddenly, her heart suddenly lifted.

Her eyes were red for a long time.

Fortunately, the young man held the iron pickaxe and didn't really fall short.

His knuckles were already blue from the cold, and there were many small notches on them, which were the wounds left from his previous time on the mountainside, and they looked a little hideous and terrifying.

After a little, and when he had stabilized a little, the boy continued to swing his iron pickaxe.

His expression was grim, even if he had just experienced such a dangerous scene, there was no fluctuation.

In my ears, the wail of the wind and snow blew.

But in Chen An's eyes at this moment, there was only the iron pickaxe in his hand that plunged into the ice again and again.

Every time the ice cracked, it was another advance for him.

His cheeks are no longer as clear and handsome as they used to be.

Only the eyes are still the same.

Finally, I don't know how long he had been climbing in this position, he suddenly heard an extremely hoarse voice from above.

The voice trembled, with a crying tone.

"Get up."

She said.

His consciousness was a little blurry, making it difficult for Chen An to distinguish, he just subconsciously stretched out his hand.

The boy's movements are very slow, but they are very steady.

He held his sister's hand tightly.

As if he had finally breathed a sigh of relief, he tilted his head and smiled a little reluctantly.

"I'm sorry sister, I'm late."

He said slowly.

The response above was silent, just crystal tears rolling down and gently hitting the young man's face.

Just as the wind was blowing again, the green cloth wrapped around his wrist could no longer stand the devastation, and floated away with the wind.

The boy woke up suddenly, and hurriedly tried to catch it.

The fingertips and the green cloth finally passed by.

(End of chapter)