Yi Heng's figure flashed, and he instantly moved to the side of the yellow paparazzi, pulling his shoulder with his right hand and gently taking it, the two of them moved down a few feet, and the three blades that attacked him at the same time instantly fell short.

The trio let out an unexpected exclamation.

"Poof, poof.......

The little prince's body above had just moved, and his left hand punched at the five white-clothed people, and the five people were originally attacking one person together, but they were about to succeed, only to feel a gust of wind coming, and when he looked up, his eyes were instantly confused, and his body immediately stopped.

Yi Heng's eyes lit up, and he saw that the strong wind in the left hand of the little prince was not a stream, but like a gossip.

A circle of patterns that burst out from the left fist, white and black, like a gossip, slowly grew larger after breaking away from the left fist.

Maybe it was the lack of internal strength, and the gossip was only five feet in size in the end, but it vaguely trapped the five people in the air.

Taking advantage of the pause in the figures of the five people, their right hands were thrown violently, and the ring blade flew out.

Several screams rang out, and the high-speed spinning circle circled around the five of them, and returned to his right hand.

It's just that on the ring that came back at this time, a few drops of blood slipped down.

The five men fell to a different place in less than a breath.

Yi Heng was slightly amazed in his heart, and couldn't help but become more curious about the person who spread this internal strength.

Obviously, the exercises performed by the little prince have gone beyond the scope of ordinary martial arts, and they already have the taste and power of Taoism.

No wonder he doesn't care about the top masters who come together, with this ability, he naturally doesn't need to care.

But this move finally saved the prairie man, and the prairie man, who thought he was going to die, reacted and was about to thank him, when he heard two roars from above.

Looking up, I saw two figures rushing down from above, killing the little prince.

Yi Heng's right hand gently took it again, and the yellow paparazzi and he moved on the snow wall again, as if this steep snow wall was flat ground.

The three white-clothed men who were chasing them were shocked when they saw this scene, and they didn't know whether to chase them or not for a while.

At this moment, a loud roar came from above: "Everyone, work together to kill him!"

When the three men in white heard this, they breathed a sigh of relief.

But as if he remembered the majesty of the little prince just now, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Although I was afraid, I didn't dare to disobey orders.

took a deep breath, inserted his left hand into the ice, slid hard, and his body shot towards the little prince.

Yi Heng's eyes lit up, and when he raised his eyes, the two people above finally appeared.

One person is in an all-white uniform, with white and bright hair, and a pair of deep and energetic eyes.

It's just that at this time, his face was extremely shocked, and he held a long whip in his right hand and hit the little prince.

"Xiqi Jiang Ziya, Whip the Gods?" he snorted softly in his heart.

But when he saw another person, he was even more surprised.

I saw that the man was holding his eyebrow stick high, his face was full of annoyance, his short yellow hair stood on end, and the most frightening thing was that there were two wings the size of more than a foot behind him.

"Lei Zhenzi, Xiqi Jichang's righteous son has already gone down the mountain, and I am afraid that it will be within a few years to raise troops to attack merchants. Yi Heng sighed lightly.

Lei Zhenzi's wings flapped suddenly, and the whole person rushed down like an arrow, raising his eyebrow stick high to the head of the little prince, and slammed it down with the power of thunder and lightning.

The little prince killed five people with one move just now, and he seemed to be tired, and at this time, his left hand was attached to the mountain wall, and he gasped slightly.

But at this time, seeing the two of them rushing down suddenly, they didn't dare to be careless, they roared, and pushed the mountain wall with their left hand, and their bodies flew out of the mountain wall four or five zhang away.

On the wall of the snowy mountain, the people and blades that rushed towards him from all directions obviously did not expect him to have such a move, so all the attacks failed.

But the white-bearded old man at the head of the group had a gleam in his eyes, staring at the little prince who was hanging in the air from the mountain wall.

Everyone stared at him intently, apparently not knowing why he had made such a move.

Leaving the snow mountain wall for four or five zhang, you can't fly, you can only fall, even if the internal strength is high, thousands of zhang distance, how can you die?

"Keep an eye on him and don't let him get near the mountain wall. The white-bearded old man inserted his left hand into the ice, twisted his body, and faced the little prince, and the whip on his right hand was about to move.

Lei Zhenzi's wings on his back opened slightly, slowly gathering momentum.

The crowd shouted in agreement, and also clenched the blade in their right hand.

After the burly figure of the little prince left the mountain wall, he continued to glide in the air, and below was the bottomless abyss of snow.

When the strength is exhausted, it is the moment to fall.

Yi Heng took the yellow paparazzi and turned his head to look at the little prince who was flying into the distance, he never believed that ordinary martial artists could fly.

"Small, little prince....... The yellow paparazzi's body trembled.

The white-bearded old man had a look of hope in his eyes, but then he was suddenly startled, only to hear the little prince hanging in the air, but he did not panic, and shouted:

"Everyone, rush up and occupy the ice cave above!"

I saw that his left hand was raised upwards suddenly, and his whole body did not fall but rose, like a rope borrowing strength, and actually flew upward.

Everyone was four or five feet apart, and in the vast expanse of flying snow, they naturally couldn't see the clue clearly, but Yi Heng smiled slightly, grabbed the yellow paparazzi, and pulled out the ice with his left hand.

Without waiting for the yellow paparazzi to exclaim, his left hand pulled suddenly, and he climbed up with him in an instant.

Everyone couldn't see it clearly, but he naturally saw it clearly.

It's not that the little prince can fly, but a transparent silk thread shoots out from the cuff of his left hand, and instantly shoots upwards and pierces the ice.

With the help of this silk thread, with his internal force, his whole body was naturally lifted up effortlessly and flew upward.

"The Taoist ....... The crowd exclaimed, dazed and at a loss.

The white-bearded old man's eyes froze, and he said in a deep voice: "Chase!"

With a wave of his right hand, the whip instantly came out of his hand and hit the back of the grassland man who was desperately climbing upward.

"Ahh

With a scream, the prairie man was shocked, his mouth was spitting blood, his hands were weak to climb, and he fell backwards.

The white-bearded old man let go of the mountain wall with both hands, and climbed quickly upward with only his feet on the snow, and the grassland man fell down from above and was kicked away by him.

The terrible screams came from below, making everyone's hearts more and more nervous.

"Poof, poof....... ”

The master of the grassland has exhausted his internal strength, and in desperation, he can only remain attached to the mountain wall, where can he resist everyone's attacks?

Therefore, more than a dozen white-clothed people, under the leadership of the white-bearded old man, climbed upwards while killing the remaining grassland masters.

The screams continued and reached the top.

The little prince's face remained unchanged, standing on the edge of the ice cave, looking at the grassland people who were dying tragically more than 20 feet below, and also at the white-clothed people who kept climbing up.

Yi Heng and the yellow paparazzi stood behind him, looking at the ice cave.

This place is only more than ten zhang away from the peak, this ice cave is obviously dug by Xiqi masters, everyone has the same idea, they all want to ambush in the ice and snow.

It's just that for some reason, it was taken by the people of Xiqi.

In the end, there was a short fierce fight, and only the three of them were left of the twenty-one people.

"If there are no other accidents, this attack will definitely fail, and I, at most, can only save my life!"

The white mist on the little prince's body is getting thicker and thicker, but there is a faint trace of black mist in the white, which looks very weird.

Yi Heng knew that the accident he wanted to talk about was to ask himself if it was the accident.

He was silent.

"Master, master....... The yellow paparazzi wanted to reach out and pull him, but he easily dodged him.

"Then let's run for our lives!"

The little prince sighed lowly, and the black and white fog on his body

The qi soared instantly, his feet kicked the ground violently, and the whole person instantly rose into the air.

Yi Heng watched him indifferently rush out of the ice cave, soaring upward, and whispered, "Come back!"

"Master, come back, come back?" the yellow paparazzi only felt very safe beside him, so when he heard his words, he immediately asked.

"Bang!"

There was a bang, and a figure suddenly fell from above the entrance of the cave on the mountain wall, and the yellow paparazzi looked fixedly, isn't it who the little prince is?

He didn't know why, he looked at the little prince with a hint of panic on his face, and then turned his head to look at Yi Heng, who was still calm.

"Daoist again?" The little prince raised his right hand and looked at the wheel-shaped blade on his right hand, a huge gap that made his heart ache.

His right hand clenched violently, and he looked up.

"Do you still want to run, if you can't even deal with you, what kind of demon gate master will you attack?"

A childish voice came, and the yellow paparazzi's pupils gradually increased.

Above the hole emerged two spinning wheels, which seemed to rub against the air, emitting a glimmer of fire.

Then appeared a pair of bare feet, judging from the small white feet, the owner of this foot was definitely the same as the sound, just a child.

After two breaths, the owner of both feet appeared in front of him.

Sure enough, it was just a child.

But the child, on two wheels with sparks, floated in the air, and slowly descended, blocking the entrance of the cave.

Wrapped in several flying ribbons, wearing a collar around his neck, holding a red tassel gun in both hands, a small face with anger, his eyes constantly scanning back and forth between the three of them.

The little prince may have felt the power of the blow just now, but he didn't dare to act rashly at this time.

With a "whoosh", the strong wind blew in, and with a flick of his wings, Lei Zhenzi rushed from below and appeared next to the child, raising his eyebrows and sticks, as if he was about to make a move.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh....... The white-bearded old man appeared first, and more than a dozen white-clothed people also climbed up to the entrance of the cave.

The little prince was forced by the momentum of everyone and slowly took four or five steps back.

The yellow paparazzi was right behind him, and when he saw him retreat, he took a step to the left and gave up a position.

The little prince retreated between the two, and then stopped retreating, and happened to stand side by side with Yi Heng.

The yellow paparazzi breathed extremely urgently, and there was only a little prince between him and Yi Heng, but at this time, he felt that he was thousands of miles apart, and that sense of security disappeared.

He clenched his hands, said words in his mouth, gossiped about the dragon fist, and was ready to go.

The white-bearded old man's eyes lit up, he didn't speak, wrapped his white robe, and waved his whip with his right hand, and more than a dozen people used their internal forces one after another, waving the blades in their hands to kill the three people.

The child standing on the wheels and Lei Zhenzi came first, rushing in front of everyone, and shot and beat towards the little prince.

Yi Heng's long hair flew on his forehead, and a huge strong wind swept in.

But he didn't move, but he heard the little prince next to him bang out with his fists, and roared: "Holy Palace Fist Method!"

"Boom" There was a shock, and the momentum suddenly came, colliding with the two gossip played by the little prince.

Yi Heng only felt a shock in his chest, and a strong force lifted his body away and hit him backwards.

The "boom" trio crashed into the wall of the ice cave behind them, and the huge force knocked the cave wall out of a hole in an instant, and their heads stuck out of the hole.

Soft wind, warm sun, this is the first reaction of the three people.

Yi Heng shook the ice chips on his head, raised his eyes, and when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, he shook violently.

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