"There is no royal body in the world anymore. Brother Liu, how many hot-blooded fools have you deceived, how do you want to make up the prophecy of the human emperor if you continue?"

In the heavy snow, the white jade boy with bright golden eyes punched the old beggar again and again and smashed the old beggar into the wind and snow behind him.

And Lingchen held the puppet strange box in his hand in one hand, and walked forward step by step with the white jade boy, his face kept a mocking sneer, and the other hand tapped lightly on the wooden box, and there was a dull sound in the box.

He reached out and gently opened the third lattice of the wooden box, and the group of wax figures that had appeared at the pass not long ago once again chirped out of the wooden box and fell on the snow.

The waxy little men who had fallen on the snow quickly got up and ran in the direction of the old beggar and the white jade boy on the snow, their pupils no longer the size of rice grains of yellow, but a little bloodthirsty red.

These strange and evil wax villains are running on the snow, and every snowflake in the sky that falls beside them is absorbed by them, and the snow they pass on is no exception, and the snowflakes fly up, as if they are being pulled by some force to attach to the wax man.

The size of these little wax figures soon began to increase rapidly, and in the process of running, these little wax figures also chased and killed each other, and each small wax figure that devoured their own kind increased in size.

The size of each wax figure continued to increase, and then it was devoured by its own kind, and the original number of wax figures decreased dramatically, but the size of the remaining wax people increased wildly.

One zhang high, three zhang high, ten zhang high......

When the wax men finally approached the place where the old beggar and the white jade boy were, there was only one snowman left with earth-shattering steps, twenty feet high, and the tall snowman let out a piercing and sharp roar, picked up a fist that tore a large piece of wind and snow, and smashed it at the old beggar with a roar that the sky was cracking.

And the old beggar's eyes were still full of muddy blood red, and he only crossed his arms to withstand this punch, and was blasted out of a hundred feet away by the mighty and terrifying punch, and fell heavily into the snow, and the blood mist that spewed out all the way pulled out a fluttering blood belt in the wind and snow.

The snowflake-condensed giant slowly withdrew his fists and stopped, standing like a hill in the wind and snow, but this was not the limit, the snow giant suddenly opened his mouth and roared again, reaching out to pick up the white jade boy who was standing motionless in the wind and snow and threw it into his mouth.

The surrounding wind and snow suddenly roared and rolled backwards towards the snow giant, as if a huge tornado had suddenly risen on the flat ground.

Half an hour later, a huge palm made of snowflakes tore open the tornado, and then a huge head poked out, a pair of golden eyes like the rising sun overlooking everything around them.

The last huge snowman with a height of fifty feet completely tore open the tornado and stepped forward, sending out a thunderous roar towards the heavens and the earth.

And above the giant's head, there was a white Taoist robe fluttering in the wind, and a smiling Lingchen Immortal.

"Say I'm a Tongyuan Pseudo-Realm? Plus a puppet is my complete Tongyuan Realm. Brother Liu, you can please die. ”

He echoed through the wind and snow with a smug shrill laugh.

......

The other side of the battlefield was so vast, Ye Mingke of course noticed it. But he didn't have the heart to care too much about it.

The dark green sword qi in front of him almost overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, making him feel very difficult to breathe at all, and the heavy sword in his hand couldn't prevent the sword qi that had escaped in all directions and then gathered and strangled him.

That heavy sword is indeed a very good turtle shell, which can eliminate and isolate spiritual power, but there is always an angle that cannot be prevented.

Yi Er's gaze was cold, and although the dark green spirit sword in his hand danced quickly, it was methodical, and the sword qi was entwined and woven like a spider web bound to insects.

Ye Mingke's face was pale, but his eyes were still burning at Yi Er, and the heavy sword that turned into a black iron curtain beside him was still accurate and did not make any mistakes.

But this is not enough, he doesn't want to become a worm just struggling in the cobwebs, and if he wants to avoid being preyed, he can only choose to fight in the cauldron.

He clenched the epey in his hand again, and this time he didn't let go of it for a moment, but held the sword for ten breaths, and the weight of the epee in his hand continued to stack.

Each breath gained about ten pounds, and after ten breaths, the heavy sword in his hand had almost doubled in weight.

Ye Mingke's eyes stared at the sword qi cocoon in front of him with a crazy and cold gaze, and the green tendons on his right hand holding the heavy sword bloomed, and even due to the excessive force, subtle blood vessels burst open, oozing fine beads of blood.

He leaned over to hold the sword, a surging flow of information flowed through his mind, and the heavy sword in his hand suddenly let out a loud hum, turning into a vast iron curtain and plunging straight into the thick cocoon of sword qi in front of him.

The name of the sword is not allowed. Paper chops steel, but also does not allow. What's more, what Ye Mingke is holding in his hand at this time is the Human Emperor's heavy sword, which has both a "soul-breaking" effect.

The heavy sword that was not defending but attacking for the first time cut through the thick sword qi thick cocoon in front of him, and slashed at Yi Er who was looking at him with a weird smile behind the sword qi cocoon with a heart-wrenching roar.

Ye Mingke's face suddenly changed when he held the sword, because in his perception, the green-shirted swordsman who was as bright as a torch suddenly lost all the light, as if he had turned into wood.

But at this time, he could no longer stop the heavy sword weighing hundreds of pounds.

The heavy sword that couldn't stop continued to move forward, but the cold hair on the back of Ye Mingke's neck suddenly stood up, and a figure like a bright torch suddenly appeared behind him in his perception.

At the same time, the sword pierced through the air and stabbed at his back, and his back was still carrying the fragile Aru who had been sleeping.

Ye Mingke let go of the heavy sword in his hand that was still slashing forward, and turned his body in the air with all his might, using his front chest to block the stabbing dark green spirit sword.

"Poof"

A long stream of blood splattered in the air, blooming.

Ye Mingke covered his chest that was pierced by the spirit sword, and flew backwards and fell out, but the sword not only pierced his chest, the sharp sword qi on the sword also left multiple criss-crossing wounds on his body, and even cut the cloth belt that he was tied to Ah Ru who was carrying behind him.

Aru, who had been tightly tied to him, separated from his back, fell into the wind and snow before him, rolled a few times, and the coat that had wrapped her loosened.

Ye Mingke also fell to the snow after him, pulling out a snow mark with blood on the snow. It wasn't until he hit Aru in front of him that he stopped.

He lay weakly in the snow with his back to the sky, and although the wound on his chest did not penetrate his heart, the penetrating wound was losing a lot of blood, taking away the little strength that remained in his body.

"Boom"

Ye Mingke's eyes saw that the heavy sword that he had let go of smashed the Yi Er with a mysterious smile into countless pieces, and then flew forward for some distance at this time, plunging heavily into the snow not far behind him.

There were fragments that were knocked into the air tumbling and falling in front of Ye Mingke, Ye Mingke reached out slightly and touched the fragment, and the feeling of his hand was dry and brittle, like wax.

What kind of weird spell is this? Ye Mingke was puzzled in his heart, but he didn't have time to think deeply, because Yi Er's dark green long sword had already been handed to him again.

Ye Mingke, who was almost out of strength, roared and struggled unwillingly, and stretched out his hands to hold the spirit sword that stabbed him, but how could his weak hands hold the sword with strong sword spirit, and the spirit sword was still firmly and irreversibly approaching in Ye Mingke's dilated pupils.

Ye Mingke felt that he was roaring, but he suddenly couldn't even hear his own voice before, and it seemed that all that was left in front of him was the spirit sword that was suddenly slowed down countless times by the surging thoughts.

His world was silent, only the deep and profound images of his life passed silently before his eyes, it was the bonfire under the big banyan tree, it was the chessboard in Aunt Long's house, it was the silhouette of Uncle reflecting the fire.

Are you going to die? Are you still breaking your promise? Uncle, I finally understand how difficult and difficult it is for a person to keep his promise for a lifetime.

In the silence, it was as if a wind had suddenly swept by, and it was as if he had suddenly heard an ancient ethereal wind chime.

Like someone, an ancient song was sung in the silent and dark ancient well.

He suddenly felt the irresistible force of the spirit sword in his hand disappear, and a small cold hand touched his cheek from behind.

Ye Mingke's diffuse consciousness suddenly returned, he turned his head sideways, and saw that Ah Ru, who had fallen into the wind and snow, didn't know when he had woken up, just like a little beast, bowing his body to protect Ye Mingke with one hand, and propping up on the snow with one hand, with a pair of pupils swimming with a strong blue light, staring at Yi Er, who was stabbing at Ye Mingke with a sword.

"Die. ”

Aajo's ethereal voice has a strange rhythm, an elongated syllable that rises and falls gracefully, like a ballad with an ancient charm.

The sword that Yi Er stabbed out froze like this with a whisper from Aru.

His pupils widened with fear and disbelief, and Ye Mingke could clearly see that Yi Er's right hand holding the sword suddenly withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But there was a surging blue light surging on Yi Er's body, surging towards the withered right hand, and that right hand quickly recovered somewhat.

But there was still a strange blue light in Ah Ru's dark blue pupils staring at him, swaying like a swimming fish, and in an instant, his right hand began to wither again.

The blue light on Yi Er's body became lighter and fainter, and he froze on the ground, unable to move, and there were more and more withered places on his body.

But Ye Mingke pressed Ah Ru's hand through his body, and suddenly found that Ah Ru's body began to shake, her originally delicate and beautiful face was gradually becoming withered, and the originally wide open blue hole was about to close weakly.

Ye Mingke suddenly turned over, leaned back with a bloody hand, and grabbed the black heavy sword behind him, and the dripping blood snaked down the sword body.

"Bang" Ah Ru's shaking body could no longer hold on and fell backwards, and Yi Er's originally frozen body suddenly began to move, but he didn't have time to react yet.

Ye Mingke, who was covered in blood, had already slashed out a tragic and decisive heavy sword at him.

The name of the sword is not allowed.

The vast sword momentum made the surrounding wind and snow stagnate.

Yi Er's body suddenly flew backwards, splitting into two bloody halves in the air.

(Attached: One pound is equal to 30 catties)