Bai Yutang was lying on the ground, and Lu Qinghou was lying under him.

The two of them were deep in the snow and couldn't lift their hands, so naturally they couldn't lift their swords, so they could only watch the half of the lotus leaf float towards Bai Yutang's throat, and after slashing, it continued to float towards Lu Qinghou's throat.

The two couldn't do anything.

The long sword would not be raised, but there was a sound of a knife in everyone's ears, as if someone was sharpening the knife, and the sound of the blade rubbing against the stone sounded good, but it was dangerous.

Sharpening knives is to make knives sharper, and making knives sharper is to kill.

Everyone heard this knife sound, the sound of the knife sound was extremely clear and clean, this is a very strong and pure knife intent, there are not many people in the world today who have such pure knife intent, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it with only a handful.

The half of the lotus leaf had already flown an inch in front of Bai Yutang's throat, but it couldn't advance any further, so it fell to the ground, lost its strength and turned back into an ordinary lotus leaf.

The sound of the sword still echoed in the air, not only did it not disappear, but it became more and more high, and gradually Mr. Er's brows furrowed, and from Pu looked up at the sky, Mr. Five Nanchuan was half-squatting on the ground in great pain.

The other seven Desolate Grandmasters were pale, their bodies kept regressing, and their hearts were shocked.

Whose knife is this?

Who could have slashed with such a strong sword?

The clear sound of the sword slowly converged, and the stirring Xue Mu had already dispersed, and a person appeared and fell from a distance.

This man was dressed in green clothes, his shoulders were slightly drooping, his eyebrows and eyes were full of calm, and his breath was pure and peaceful.

He had a knife in his hand, a short knife, a very ordinary short knife.

He just stood there, as if he was going to split the entire Southern Snow Field in two, the sword intent on his body was not strong, but it was pure and clear.

That is the most primitive knife intent, that is the most primitive appearance of a knife.

The beginning of the avenue, so simple, pure.

This is Chen Luo!

Qingjiao Division Chen Luo.

Bai Yutang and Lu Qinghou broke free from under the snow and stood beside him, the two of them only suffered some minor injuries, which were not too serious.

The two saluted Chen Luo.

Chen Luo replied seriously.

The people of the Aokakuji Division are the most polite.

The faces of the seven Desolate Masters finally changed completely, they felt the danger from Chen Luo's body, it was the danger of losing their lives at any time, unlike Bai Yutang and Lu Qinghou, they could clearly perceive Chen Luo's strength and irresistibility.

"When I saw the two of them again, I was thinking, how many people came to Datang this time, how many people came, who was the person who came who could deal with me, I thought for a long time, Fuyu couldn't come, Wei Erye and Liu Ran thought that they should go to the Snow Country Palace, and Qingjing Liu may not be able to win against me, so the person who came will definitely be you. ”

Congpu looked at Chen Luo and said calmly: "And as I expected, the person who came is indeed you." ”

Chen Luo lowered his head slightly, just like the desolate man respected Zifei, he also respected the old man in front of him who had guarded the desolate man for many years and was always planning for the future of the desolate man.

"There are no eggs under the nest, I can't solve the affairs of Chang'an City, but I can solve the affairs outside Chang'an City, if Datang dies, then I will take my predecessors to be buried together. ”

"I don't know where this prosperous world will end up, I don't need to see the overall situation, I just need to do what Zi Fei needs me to do, and what Zi Fei wants me to do is very simple, kill you, that's all. ”

When Chen fell into the Holy Sect, his strength could be ranked in the top fifteen.

Now that he has been practicing for a few years again, coupled with the sword intent that Xiao Boru left in his mind, his strength has improved a lot again.

It's hard to be comfortable and Qingjing Liu can't kill Congpu, but Chen Luo may be able to.

Standing at the edge of the small pond in the courtyard, Congpu looked down at the clear water in front of him, and said softly: "I admire Zifei very much, the building will be poured into the sky and know that it is powerless, so I want to do my best to make a last stand." ”

There was no fear on his face, as if it wasn't himself who might have been killed.

Chen Luo didn't speak, his right hand held the knife tightly, and the knife intent kept circling around his wrist: "Seniors should care more about themselves now." ”

He came here to kill Congpu, and the victory or defeat between the two was probably between five or five, and anyone could die.

But Chen Luo never worried about what happened after death.

Congpu shook his head and said, "That's not important. ”

Snowflakes fall from the sky, and many couples in Datang will choose to walk on the streets together in winter, they will not hold umbrellas, and walk from morning to evening until the snowflakes fall all over their bodies and dye their hair white.

The snowflakes in the Southern Snow Plain are huge enough, much larger than those in the Tang Kingdom and Huangzhou, but these snowflakes cannot fall to the ground, and the hair of Chen Luo and the others will not be dyed frost white.

Because the knife intent on Chen Luo's body was very strong, the snowflakes were rolled into debris as soon as they were born from the clouds.

The debris drifted far away in the wind, and a blank space formed above everyone's heads.

In some paintings, everyone always likes to leave blank space when painting, and the blank space is very particular, and the square inch of land also shows the width of the world.

This is Chen Luo's blank space, although his knife is held in his hand, this piece of heaven and earth seems to be everywhere.

The breath on Chen Luo's body kept rising, he was standing there just to gather momentum, to accumulate a higher and more sufficient momentum, he looked at Congpu who was standing on the edge of the pond, and asked, "What is important?"

Congpu thought for a while, and then said with a smile: "Whether I die today or not, it doesn't matter, what really matters is that the Tang Kingdom is destroyed, and the desolate people can get out of this snowfield and live a better and richer life." ”

Chen Luo said: "In fact, you will never be able to live a stable life. ”

Congpu frowned and said, "Why?"

Chen Luo explained: "Not to mention that the building will fall, even if the building has fallen, Your Majesty and others are all dead, and the desolate people will not be able to survive intact in the land of the Tang Dynasty, because although the Tang Kingdom is destroyed, the Tang people are still alive, and the Tang people will always resist, from life to death, and there are many Tang people, you can't kill them all." ”

This is indeed a big problem and a hidden danger.

The Tang people are arrogant by nature, and they will not submit to the rule of others, especially those who destroy their own country.

Congpu was silent for a moment, and then said: "Datang is very big, and the desolate people will find an area suitable for their own survival, and there is always a lot of time to do when it comes to governing the world." ”

He believed that the desolate man would be able to handle these things.

Chen Luo also believes that no matter what, the Tang people will fight to the end.

He looked up at the high priest in front of him and said seriously: "What you and I are talking about is in the future, and we only need to do one thing now." ”

Looking back at him, the aura on his body gradually increased.

Chen Luo continued: "Me and you are destined to live only one. ”

He lifted the sword, and the sky split in half, the clouds tumbled and shattered, the sides hung upside down, and the ground cracked beneath his feet.

The sun and the moon disappeared from the sky, and the mountains and rivers collapsed and died.

The distant end of time and space resounded with the whisper of a passing soul, and the indomitable soul of the heroic soul flowed from the long river.

Chen Luo raised the knife, and the sword light cut through everything, revealing the edge.