Changqing casually grabbed the snow on a small snowy peak in front of him and swallowed it, the snowflakes like tiny blades melted in his mouth and turned into a cold liquid, and his Beiyou short coat was already covered in blood and damage.

The ice wolves were far more ferocious than the gray wolves in the wasteland, and the thick fur was far from being comparable to the gray wolves, even the long sword from the Du family's sword furnace could feel a heavy damping feeling when it slashed through the wolf skin, as if a sword was slashing on the smooth leather armor.

Suddenly, Changqing's expression moved slightly, and the thick ice field under his feet suddenly shattered, and a snow monster with eight tentacles sprang out.

Snowflakes are flying, and ice crystals are scattered.

The evergreen horizontal sword blocked several tentacles that stabbed at him, and a series of sparks burst out from the long sword, and the huge force caused his feet to fall off the ground and crash into a snow peak behind him, and the snow that collapsed from the snow peak instantly submerged the traces.

After a while, before the snow monster had time to be proud, a black shadow broke through the peak, bringing up the wind and snow in the sky, sprinkling the sword shadow in the sky, the sword qi was like a wave, the snow monster's tentacles had eight, and the sword qi was more than eight, so the tentacles were broken into countless segments, and its fur, like the body of a fluffy sheepskin ball, was chopped into pieces.

After Changqing approached, looking at the strange corpse that did not have the slightest trace of hot air, and shook off the blue blood on the tip of the sword at any time, he frowned slightly, the vast ice field, no direction, looking around was full of snow, at this time, Changqing just wanted to chant poetry out loud.

Ice fields, all snow

It's all ghosts.

But in any case, he only had one way forward.

Holding the pitch-black sword on his shoulder, he grinned and shouted:

"This place is my home, and if you are not afraid of death, come here. ”

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At the beginning, people who set foot on the ice field may be amazed by the beautiful scenery of this snow country, and can't help but give birth to a magnificent poetry, but whether it is a snow scene or food, if you are allowed to watch the snow scene for half a month and eat wolf meat for more than a month, will you still be as proud and ambitious as you started?

Half a decade later, Evergreen has already lived up to its original ambitions.

He lay on a snowy peak at random, and his short hexagram had already been broken into strips of cloth, so he put on a homemade ice wolf fur, he had no needle and thread, and the subtleties were knotted and connected with the strips of cloth on the short hexagram.

At this time, he looked at the little snowman he had built at random.

Said with a smile:

"Daughter-in-law, I don't know if anyone said that you are white and handsome, and you will definitely be good in the future. ”

A gust of wind passed, and the snowman made of two snowballs was blown down by the wind.

He casually pressed the head of the snowman that rolled down, and looked at the snowman's blurred facial features with a smile.

"Do you know who you look like, there used to be a girl in Liangzhou who yelled to kill me, she's as cold as you, but well, it's not as white as you. ”

After saying that, he pressed the snowman back again, and suddenly felt that the snowman's daughter-in-law was still a little unbeautiful, so he grabbed two balls of snow casually, pressed them on the snowman's chest, and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's more like. ”

In this barren land of ice and snow, Changqing cherished the red fox who coveted his body, the Lin Ziqing who wanted to kill him, and the female official with eyes as vast as a galaxy, the moon in the triangle city, the two sisters in the rainforest, and the little nun who he had never seen but was kind to him.

Countless days of walking alone in the wind and snow made him feel a little confused in his heart, what is he for, he lives to repay the kindness of his parents, so he lives. After that, what do you like?

When I was a child, I heard a story, there was an idiot in Da Chu, after the death of the country, he ran around with his maid, and when he saw people, he said that he was a Chu person, wrote countless poems, and walked countless roads.

So what about yourself, what do you really like and want?

Young Lang will always think about his future, and Changqing can't escape, but it stands to reason that these thoughts won't come so quickly, but this cold and snowy place, with no return date, makes him think of these for no reason.

The next day, he smashed the snowman, took the black sword on his shoulder, and continued on his way.

If you don't know, you don't think about it, but continue to move forward with questions.

After all, he had to live first at this moment.

Walk through snowy hills, around ice caves, and dodge packs of ice wolves.

However, in the end, something strange happened.

It was a huge snowman, and the evergreen god looked at this strange snowman with a crystal white body, and said that he was a snowman, because this thing had a pointed head, like an ice pick, but the body was real, and there were arms and legs formed by ice and snow.

Although he thought that this thing might just be a dead thing made of ice and snow, Changqing still happily struck up a conversation with the other party.

"Brother Snowman, well, no, what if it's a girl, it's okay, I can't tell the difference, don't be weird, I don't have any malice, I'm looking for a dragon here, have you seen it." ”

The Snowman Brothers still stood in place, and Changqing was disappointed.

"If it's someone like me, a snowman who has nothing to do, then that person's craftsmanship is amazing. ”

Meet with reverence and approach the snowman.

"How lonely it takes to have such a craft"

Thinking of the shoddy snowman I made, I can't help but feel a little embarrassed.

The cold wind blew his evergreen temples, and the beast fur made of his ice wolf fur blew and hunted.

Out of curiosity, Changqing was about to touch this snowman, and his fingertips lightly touched the snowman with the body temperature of a human being, and a piercing coldness came through his fingertips.

Changqing quickly withdrew his fingers and looked at the frostbite on his fingers, his eyes slightly confused.

Who knew that the snowman suddenly raised his arms and waved them at him, if he said that the qi machine induction, he was confident that he was not inferior to the master at the peak of the realm, but the snowman was silent, like a dead thing, and suddenly under the difficulty, Changqing didn't have time to react at all, and his chest quickly sank down in two places, and the person had already flown into the air, and fell firmly on the ice field, and his face turned blue in pain.

"Hell, it's really, it's a bit too strong. ”

Hurriedly turning the qi machine to calm down the injury, Changqing took a deep breath, the sense of power brought by the breathing method, combined with the burst of the qi, the whole person was like an arrow off the string, and many snowflakes that had no time to dodge were smashed into pieces by Changqing.

And the snowman brother in the distance was still just motionless, Changqing poured a sword with all his strength, and slashed it fiercely, and all his anger since this month was vented in this sword.

A piercing friction sound sounded, the snowman suddenly half-squatted down, let Changqing slash at him with a sword, there were no dazzling sparks, only ice and snow splashed, and a sword mark appeared on the snowman's body, and then it was difficult to take a step forward, he continued to pour the qi into the sword in his hand, and the sword qi was swallowed, but it only made the snowman's body tremble slightly.

What made Changqing feel unbelievable was that where the blade of the Thorn Dragon Sword came into contact with the snowman, Jing was slowly frozen, and more and more fine Xiaoice crystals slowly climbed onto the Thorn Dragon Sword, and every time the ice crystals climbed up, Changqing's qi instilled in the Thorn Dragon Sword retreated by one point, and Jing had the intention of assimilating this sword.

"What the hell are you!"

Frightened, Changqing's legs borrowed his strength and kicked the ice, the whole person quickly retreated, the long sword shook those ice crystals, and the whole person retreated more than ten zhang in a row.

Then the right leg stopped in the back, and the strength flowed again, with the belt sword, with all the strength of the whole body, with the experience of the original sword against the old man Huang on the island, the sword, a sword in the air to draw a semicircle, after drawing a large scratch on the snowman's body, a sword thousand waves, the body of the qi machine waves churning, wave after wave, countless sword qi smashed on the snowman, the snowman took a few steps back, a thousand waves.

The sword came out of his hand and hit the snowman's cone-like head, and the snowman's head fell back sharply.

A sword point quickly returned, Changqing held the sword, bullied up, rushed to the front, the qi condensed a little, suddenly exploded, a sword lover killed, a sword as thin as an arrow, bombarded the snowman brother's mouth at a very fast speed, and the snowman's chest was suddenly blasted out of an ice hole.

This series of sword momentum consumed too much of Changqing's strength, and he gasped slightly, looking at the snowman a few feet away.

It was standing in a very strange position, its whole body falling backwards, not moving in this unusual position.

This time, Changqing noticed that its feet were actually connected to the ice field, and at this time, the endless stream of water under the ice field continued to swim upward, filling those sword marks and the terrible hole in the chest.

The snowman slowly stood up and looked at Changqing, obviously the snowman had no eyes, but he had a feeling of being watched, which made him creepy.

Coupled with the strange scene in front of him, the chill in his heart rose sharply.

Changqing's feet stepped on the snow, the qi machine flowed and sank, and with the help of his feet in place, the person had swept into the distance, leaving only a big pit in the snow.

Feeling the biting cold wind around him due to the rapid forward sweep, he felt better.

But the feeling of being watched is still very obvious for some reason.

Landing on a magnificent snow-capped peak, looking at the glacial lake beneath the snowy peaks, a large lake that exists among the surrounding snow-capped peaks, a faint mist rippling on the surface of the lake, this kind of sight is very unusual in the ice field.

Something unusual is a demon, he has already seen a snowman who can't be killed, and it's not impossible to have another lake demon or something, so he didn't rush to the lake to drink the lake water or come to the lake to play in the water.

It's just that it often backfires, when he looks at the ice lake, on the snow on his side, the snowflakes slowly squirm, and finally form a snowman, and this snowman directly punches out, and the magical evergreen of watching the lake is directly slapped into the lake.

The water splashed everywhere, and Changqing, after falling into the water, because he couldn't swim, his body sank straight down, he never thought that the snowman still had this hand.

At this time, the evergreen in the lake is dancing with his hands and feet, trying to stabilize his body in the water.

The qi in the body churned indiscriminately, creating countless turbulence in the water.

In the end, he simply stopped moving, but relaxed his body, let the buoyancy of the water, and slowly lifted himself up and floated, Changqing, who was slowly floating, saw two huge lanterns under the water quickly approaching him.

So he flapped and tossed in the water again.

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