It's normal for a snow to fall from the sky in the snowfield.

It only took about a quarter of an hour from the beginning to the end of this snowdrift, but it took the lives of more than 100,000 soldiers on the border of the South Bridge, and there was no fireworks, and all the deaths were just a snowfall.

It's like drinking water and walking.

It's all very simple.

But the scene was shocking, it was indescribably terrifying.

More than 100,000 people fell to the ground, and the stumps and blood irritated everyone's eyes, reminding them that it was not just a snowfall, but also death.

Thousands of miles of ice is a peerless array, even the monks of the Five Realms can't leave, and if they can't get out, they naturally can't kill.

Even if the anger in their hearts was enough to ignite the snowfield, Li Si and the others still didn't make any moves.

Everything is in vain, even if the waves hidden under the calm no matter how turbulent they are, they need to continue to be hidden at this moment.

Lao Xiucai threw the broken pen in his hand on the ground, and his pen and ink never stopped for a quarter of an hour, but in vain he could only protect a few people around him.

"After all, the thousands of miles of ice are just a trapped formation, and it is not easy to use it as a killing array. ”

He closed his eyes and felt the changes in the air, and found that the aura around him had been emptied, and the rest could only barely guarantee that it was frozen for thousands of miles, and it was impossible to carry out a snow drift again.

Zhibai didn't refute it, and simply admitted it: "That's right, the formation laid out by the master is mainly based on thousands of miles of ice, and if you want to use thousands of miles of snow drift again, you need to accumulate a day's aura." ”

"In one day, there were only thousands of miles of ice. ”

This means that everyone is safe during the day.

But no one was excited, and they didn't breathe a sigh of relief.

Today's Nanqiao border army is equivalent to fish on the chopping board, and can only wait for death, without the power to resist.

They can't get out, and they can't kill Zhibai.

I can only wait for the time to pass day after day, and welcome the snow drifting again and again.

Death is only a matter of time.

When the next day came, Zhibai's hands were sealed again, and the heavy snow that had calmed down for twelve hours began to drift again.

It's like a paper umbrella whisking dust.

To put it mildly, nearly 100,000 soldiers of the Nanqiao border army were taken away.

Even the Purple Clothes Army and the Chang'an Pro-Army also suffered nearly one-third of the casualties.

Such a price must not be too heavy, even in the past when Xiaonanqiao fought with the desolate people, there had never been such a heavy casualty figure.

In particular, the so-called all-powerful Chang'an pro-army couldn't even exert any strength, so they could only die passively.

This is a very powerless and aggrieved thing.

Li Si instructed everyone to gather and place the corpses of the dead soldiers neatly, and the Tang people cared most about etiquette, even if they died, they couldn't be so columsy.

A snow stopped, and the six Five Realms Grandmasters on the high platform sat cross-legged, closing their eyes and recuperating, without moving.

They were only here to avoid accidents, after all, this game of chess was also a big gamble for the desolate people.

They can't afford to lose.

It's very stable at the moment, and Thousands of Miles of Ice Frozen is worthy of being one of the works that the High Priest is most satisfied with, and it is as good as the old Xiucai who has no way to take it.

Peng Yue sat on the high platform, opened his eyes and glanced at Wu Mobi's face, then closed his eyes again.

I thought that this person was worthy of being a saint who entered the Tao with literature, and his strength was really terrifying, and he was able to defend the snow drift twice, if he really did it, he was afraid that the three of them would be able to win the battle together.

Jiang Lin's umbrella is known as the yin side, he has very few words, and he has not said a word since the umbrella fell.

He didn't appear here for the so-called ten-year sacrifice, the real purpose was to take care of Zhibai, the little junior brother, after all, this chess game was too big.

If he doesn't follow him, the high priest won't be at ease.

Fortunately, things have developed so far that it is expected that the final game is about to end, and Zhibai has not lived up to their trust and expectations, and it is already a great thing to be able to play this game of chess to such a point.

Zhibai glanced at Jiang Lin's umbrella.

Jiang Linyu nodded at him.

Zhibai scratched his head and felt a little shy, feeling very happy.

Guo Huai looked at the countless corpses neatly placed on the ground, as if he couldn't see the edge at a glance.

The faces of those dead soldiers had all kinds of looks, silent, unwilling, and angry.

There is no fear alone.

They just weren't willing to die so easily, and they weren't willing to do anything meaningful before they died, such as killing a few more desolate people.

The Purple Clothes Army is the most ruthless, and Guo Huai, as a commander, is naturally a ruthless person, but he is first and foremost a Tang person.

So looking at the situation in front of him, he couldn't wait to cut Zhibai with a thousand knives.

The Purple Cloth Army was united, Guo Huai's mind was understood and infected by the whole army, and a wave of anger and bloodlust turned into killing intent and condensed into a military soul rising from the top of the Purple Army's head.

Zhibai looked down at this scene and clapped his hands in admiration.

"It is worthy of being the most elite army in Datang, if the three elites are all stationed at Xiaonanqiao, even if the number is doubled, it may not be able to attack it. ”

Jiang Lin stood with his hands in his hands and did not speak.

Sun Sheng is not there, the trapping camp is currently led by Zhang Yuanjie, he is also a wandering monk, and as Sun Sheng's deputy general, he has been polishing the trapping camp for many years, both in terms of ability and ability.

20,000 trapped camps sat down and the dark horses were silent, and the ambition of the trapping was dead and alive.

No matter what desperate situation they face, their minds will not change in any way.

Guo Huai and Li Si glanced at each other, and then asked, "Mr. Wu, isn't there a way to crack this thousand-mile ice seal?"

Lao Xiucai bent over, closed his eyes and thought for a long time, and then said: "If you want to break the formation, you need to understand the formation, then solve the formation, and finally break the formation." ”

"Although I know the formation, I can't be called proficient, I can't solve the formation, and naturally I can't break the formation. ”

There are many people in Xiao Nanqiao who know the formation, but the only ones who can really be called proficient are General Chen and Zifei.

Even looking at the whole world, there are not many people who dare to call the formation a masterpiece.

Lao Xiucai can only be regarded as slightly proficient, but Qianli Frozen is the proud work of the high priest Congpu.

He couldn't break it.

Guo Huai and the others' faces sank, and there was no way to save them at this moment.

"For now, we can only wait, wait for the person who breaks the game to appear. ”

Lao Xiucai said.

Li Si sighed.

A few people stopped talking, they knew who this person who broke the game was, but what puzzled them was that Zhibai seemed to be deliberately waiting for Li Xiu to come over.

What is he going to do?

What made them even more desperate was that Li Xiu was carrying a demon seed, and he could break out at any time and cause a catastrophe, but he had to travel thousands of miles to come here.

The most important thing is that Li Xiu is here, what should I do with Xiaonanqiao?

Chen Xuance clenched his fists, his nails pierced his palms, and a few drops of blood dripped on the ground.

His heart was the most tormented and self-reproachful, and he didn't even dare to look back at the 200,000 dead soldiers.

This is a full 200,000, even when Li Shuai was killed, only 200,000 died in the north.

It's only two days, twenty-four hours.

And the third day is coming.