"Yushu, you're probably a little too over-trusted!"

The dead leaves that had survived the winter on the branches of the trees were all knocked off by the waves of air set off by the two of them.

The wind is stronger.

The snow doesn't stop.

The two are like two sculptures standing in the wasteland.

The cloud pressure is lower.

The weather that had been rejuvenating became unusually cold again.

As far as the eye can see, it is gray and white.

In the winter of Dingxi, there are no insects and birds.

The light was almost at the end of the day, and the few remaining rays of light were still shining.

The two have been fighting for a long time.

The people in this altar gradually felt exhausted, and their abdomen secretly adjusted a mouthful of dantian qi, which dispersed to the meridians of the limbs, so that the joints and muscles that were already slightly sore and swollen were rejuvenated.

So far, Zhang Xuejiu has not opened even a single square of the white bone fan, and he has only used the fan bone on the side to prevent all his attacks.

There was no longer any snow in the area around the two of them, and even the soil on the ground had been turned over like a plough in spring.

"White bone fan, white bone fan. The corpse mountain and the sea of blood flipped over. ”

"One fan is miserable, the second fan is not peaceful in the world, the third fan is not a dragon, and the fourth fan is not to be seen by the world. ”

"Do you really want me to open the fan?"

Zhang Xuezhu played with the fan pendant and gently kneaded it.

He regretted that he had given away the two paperweights, but he also knew that the paperweights alone could not protect against the might of the court staff.

The person on the other side didn't make a sound, but just tightened his teeth, picked up the court staff, and smashed it into his lower abdomen.

"Poof......

A mouthful of blood spurted out more than half a foot.

"Break the yuan and mention Gang. ”

One of the forbidden techniques of the altar court, it has improved by half a great realm in a short period of time.

The caster cultivates a small dantian in his own dantian, the so-called unique cave. When the Yuan in the Origin Dantian has been drained and the caster is short of qi and blood, the small Dantian is filled with essence blood that is more powerful than the Origin Dantian, called Gang, which is generally used for desperate counterattacks. In an instant, his strength had reached the peak of the Earth Sect.

The cultivation of the Peak Earth Scepter Sect, combined with the Altar Court Staff and the Tianji Staff Method exclusive to punishing rebellion, made him suddenly full of confidence, but the blood in front of his chest showed that it was almost heroic.

"Is it really that important to beat me?"

Zhang Xuejiu couldn't help but think of the days when he followed the first court master.

At that time, the altar court could be described as fair and fair.

Their faith is to faithfully observe, witness, and record everything that happens in this world.

There is no difference between dignity and inferiority in each rank, only the division of labor. Although the court owner is nominally the lord of the court, he is actually the same as the court, with no privileges and no arrogance.

But I don't know when it began, the altar court became so greedy.

The court owner is like an emperor, and there is a world of difference between the upper and lower levels due to their different ranks. In order to get to the top, there was also a partisan struggle within the family.

In Zhang Xuezhi's eyes, these are things that should not happen and have no reason to happen.

The altar court, which was originally transcendent, has been reduced to intrigue and power struggle with small secular countries. So much so that the old man of the altar court was completely disappointed, and he cut off all thoughts and left the altar.

Now, a mainstay of the altar court is forcibly breaking the Yuan Tigang in front of him, just to get a false name of "I defeated the strongest court order in the past".

The dantian of a warrior is the foundation of life.

broke the dantian, and he couldn't make an inch of progress for the rest of his life.

"Now, I'm qualified enough for you to open the fan!"

He wiped the blood from his mouth and resumed his staff.

"Enough ......"

Zhang Xuezhi couldn't bear it.

His lips squirmed for a long time before he spat out these two words.

With a snort, he opened the white bone fan a square, and his left hand quickly changed the mysterious fingerprints.

"Greed, giant, Lu, civil, honest, martial, and broken. ”

Seven branches of the white bone fan flew out in an instant.

Seven white bones with purple qi lingering in the fan were transformed from the fan, and each of them was wearing armor and holding a sharp sword and rushed forward.

The cold wind blows the grass and dies, and everyone withers.

The person on the other side was not afraid of the strange and powerful enemy on the way, but showed excitement on his face.

The horse squatted and swept the staff vigorously. This staff is still the same old trick as before, but now that the envoy will come out, there is a third color between heaven and earth in addition to gray and white.

Green.

Cyan is the most likely color to give people a sense of tranquility and stability.

But through this layer of gentleness, it is indeed an endless blood-colored killing machine.

This Dao Qing actually took the initiative after breaking away from the court staff

It's like a dragon, like a flying phoenix.

Turned into a two-headed snake and attacked left and right, directly smashing the two white bone warriors, and then opened its mouth to swallow the two.

Good luck and evil are not in people, but one snake and two heads are auspicious. The mouths of the snakes intersected, so that the remaining white bones turned into bits of brilliance and scattered in all directions.

"It's miserable, but that's it!"

Seeing that he had blocked Zhang Xuexue's first blow, he smiled hideously.

But his time was running out.

I saw that his legs were crossed at the bottom of the court tent, and his left palm was riveted and slapped towards the ground, using his only remaining gang and court staff to combine into one to play the strongest sacrifice attack.

Like fireworks, after the glory is decay.

Zhang Xuezhu indifferently looked at the "human staff" that struck at him. ”

The left index finger is a little in the void.

A bucket-like bright spot floated slowly along the fingertips. It was not in a hurry, it rose and fell slightly, and finally landed squarely on the tip of the staff.

The "human staff" stopped in the air and could not advance or retreat.

Zhang Xuexuan opened all the white bone fans in his hands.

The pace under his feet is swaying, and he secretly coincides with the extraterrestrial map.

"Beidou is added, Ziwei sits in the palace!

One shot out.

All the way.

After perfectly avoiding the people on the other side, the whole land cracks like the surface of the water, leading straight to the unreachable place.

He raised his head with great difficulty and looked at Zhang Xuexue, seeing that Zhang Xuexue still did not show the slightest tiredness. Even this one didn't consume much of his energy.

"You're ...... I got ......."

A wave of despair rose from the bottom of my heart.

Crazy retreat, this is deeper than the despair of Po Yuan Tigang who can no longer advance an inch.

When you feel like you're on par with your opponent, you'll be jealous, you'll despise you, and you'll catch up.

When you feel like you're a little ahead of your opponent, you'll be desperate and you'll break through the south wall without looking back.

But when you feel that you are worlds apart from your opponent, you will despair, your heart will be like stagnant water, and you will be eroded by the cold from the inside out.

Zhang Xuexue took his index finger.

Unblocked, the opponent's sacrificial blow hit him squarely in the left shoulder, and then fell to the ground like mud.

"After all, you still hit me, and you should be content......"

I don't know if it's a delusion or a fact.

After hearing this, he slowly closed his eyes.

Zhang Xuezhu smoothed the crack with a slight stroke of the white bone fan towards the ground, and then the ground on the other side descended a piece of ground smoothly.

Zhang Xuezhu put the man in and covered it with thin soil. He also inserted the staff in the position facing the altar.

The gate of Dingxi Palace.

The newly renovated gate of the palace was tightly closed at the moment.

The fresh and shiny copper doornails on it reflected the warm winter sun, shooting like a sword into the eyes of everyone who looked at it. The stingers blocked with their hands and unconsciously shrunk their necks.

There was no shortage of good deeds wandering far away outside the palace gate, as if they could find out some news.

Ren Yang came to the gate of the palace.

Wearing that ragged jacket.

Carrying that fishing sword.

With that little boy.

"Hehe, this door nail is so bright! Knock out a few and take them back to play as marbles!"

As he spoke, the boy stepped forward.

Ren Yang watched quietly and did not stop him.

The boy pulled out a birdcage-like object from the basket he was carrying, and a rope made of steel wire was attached to it, half the thickness of his arm.

The "birdcage" droops downward, like rain-soaked clothes.

The boy carried the steel rope and shook it gently, and the "birdcage" suddenly became energetic, and from the top down, there were circles of short knives, like fried hedgehogs.

He looked at the five gates, and seemed to be choosing which one had the prettier nails and the more suitable for marbles. But he didn't seem to see which one was the best, and he couldn't help but be a little irritated, and turned his inquiring gaze to his grandfather.

Ren Yang smiled slightly, letting him mess around.

The little boy threw the "birdcage" with some anger and threw it over the high courtyard wall, and then "snapped" and buckled it on the door from the inside.

This door panel was much thicker than the bones of his body combined, and he actually pierced it.

The boy put the rope on his back and pulled it out like a ox plowing the field, looking at the posture as if he wanted to pull down the façade of the Dingxi Palace.

"Alright, alright, if only you liked to take the two of you. Why destroy this court, you know, this court is like a man's face. The courtyard of the Dingxi King's Mansion is the face of the King of Dingxi. If you ruin the face of King Dingxi, what do you think he will do?"

Ren Yang said as he put his grandson's head on his head.

"He's going to go crazy with rage, and he's going to kill me. ”

The boy turned his head to the side as he spoke, and after breaking away from his grandfather's hand, he continued to pull hard towards the previous life.

Ren Yang has nothing to say to this grandson except for his doting eyes.

"Bang!"

The door that was held by the "birdcage" was dragged off from the inside, and when it flew out, it smashed half of the high eaves of the courtyard.

"Dingxi Palace"

Only two of the four words remain.

"Alas......"

Ren Yang shook his head and sighed.

"I'm sorry, Huo Wang. I didn't want to be your enemy, I just wanted to visit an old friend. But nowadays, even what I'm saying is just a matter of words. ”

He is not a troublemaker, but trouble always follows him.

This is true from young to old.

In the territory of King Anton.

He just heard that King Anton's newly married concubine was the first beauty on the coast of the East China Sea, which could be described as a heavenly fragrance, so he couldn't help but want to take a look.

He swore that it was just for a look, after all, such a beautiful woman had been missed in this life, but it would be a great pity if he didn't feast his eyes on it again.

It's a pity that King Anton is not a generous person.

But no man would lend his woman to others at will.

One of the five doors of the East and West Palaces had been opened, but Ren Yang did not go in. I simply sat down cross-legged on the spot.

He glanced at the sergeants who were rushing towards the doorway in the house.

He glanced at the direction of the gate of the Dingxi King City again.

One last glance at his grandson, who was using a short knife to lift the door nails one by one.

Then silently untie the sword and line that had been wrapped around the fishing rod.