Ye Mingke, who slashed out the mighty sword, knelt in the wind and snow with his sword in his hand, he tried his best to release the heavy sword, and struggled to pick up Ah Ru, who was unconscious again next to him.

As soon as he picked up Aru, there was a "boom", and the snow in front of him slapped towards him like a raging wave, knocking him to the ground.

It was a wave of snow set off by an incomparably huge snow foot.

Ye Mingke, who was overturned on the ground, looked up, and finally took a serious look at the terrifying body of the snowman puppet that was dozens of feet high, and the face that had no facial features and only a pair of brilliant golden pupils.

"Boom", another figure was knocked away by the snowman, and fell heavily on the snow beside Ye Mingke, and the snow dust raised slowly fell, revealing the old beggar's broken body stained with snowflakes and blood, and the pair of cloudy pupils that looked up at the inky night sky without any emotional fluctuations.

In the falling snow and dust, Ye Mingke, who was leaning on the snow and gasping hard, vaguely heard the words of an old voice muttering.

"Am I a sinner, or am I a hero?"

"Heh, it's still a step too late. ”

Standing on top of the snowman's head and overlooking the Lingchen Immortal, his white clothes fluttered, his eyes swept over the blood marks left by Yi Er's death, and then focused on Ah Ru who was in Ye Mingke's arms.

"However, it is really a natural spell. In a way, it is a more precious physique than the human emperor's body. And you, a kid, have a physique that is not ordinary, except for the golden pupils, which are indeed very similar to the human emperor's body. ”

"It's a pity that it's not, otherwise you wouldn't even be able to lift the heavy sword of the world. Haha, Brother Liu, the person you are looking for is really accurate. ”

The shrill words of the Spirit Dust Immortal echoed in the wind and snow, but no one answered him, and the old beggar still lay blank in the snow pit.

And Ye Mingke was silent and carried Aru on his back again, struggling to stand up and hold the human heavy sword again and lift it, but his weak body couldn't even lift the sword this time.

"Why can't you lift this sword? Why aren't you the one?"

As if hearing Ye Mingke's gasp struggling to lift his sword, the old beggar slowly turned his head, looked at Ye Mingke above, and asked hoarsely.

Ye Mingke suddenly stopped with senseless force, he turned his head and looked at the old man under the snow pit next to him, he could feel the hope for him in those cloudy old eyes.

It was the last glimmer of light wafting in the dark waters of the lake.

But he wasn't the man he was expecting.

Ye Mingke lowered his head and looked at the swarthy greatsword in his hand, the blood of his severed palm had already flowed down from the swarthy sword.

In his perception, this majestic sword contained extremely powerful and attractive power, but he could not use this power.

"This game should be over too. ”

The Lingchen Immortal looked down on the two people below who could be said to have lost all their resistance and said lightly.

The huge snowman puppet slowly raised its huge palm backwards, stirring the sky and snow, and was about to fall down on the spot.

"Wait, your opponent, there's also me. ”

A tired and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the wind and snow, and at the same time, there were steps like thunder, coming from a distance across the wind and snow.

The snow was suddenly torn apart, and a thunderous figure rushed out of the snow and met the huge fist that the snowman puppet didn't stop at all.

"Boom"

It was like a muffled thunder exploding in the air.

The figure, which was very small compared to the snowman puppet, flew backwards and fell out, but the snowman golem's huge fist was also forced to raise it backwards high, and its huge body took two steps back.

"Boom"

The tiny figure fell on the snow, pulling a very long, deep snow mark on the snow before it narrowly stopped. The figure slowly raised its face, revealing the soft face that was as pale as paper under the messy hair.

The crumbling woman didn't say anything, just silently wiped away the large amount of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, and slowly stood up again in front of the huge snowman, her waist erect, straight as a green pine.

"Is it you, my eldest disciple?"

The snowman golem adjusted its posture and took two steps forward again, kicking up the snow and dust back to its place. And the Lingchen Immortal's cold gaze stared straight at the small woman standing on the snow, and asked coldly.

"Killed. ”

The woman with messy hair said in a hoarse voice, concisely and lightly.

The Lingchen Immortal looked up at the distance where the woman and Yi Yi were fighting fiercely just now, and indeed did not feel Yi Yi's breath, and when he looked at the woman again, there was surprise in his eyes.

"You really killed him. Another one, another martial artist who broke through the Nine Realms of Martial Arts and could kill the Wheel Sea. ”

"And it's incredible how young you are. Your talent is even higher than that of your father over there. ”

The Lingchen Immortal's gaze at the woman changed, with deep jealousy, jealousy, and cold killing intent.

"He's not my father. ”

The woman with a slightly lowered face said coldly.

Her cold words drifted through the wind and snow.

"My father is a martial arts swordsman who dares to cut immortals into the clouds, a human knight who dares to sword to heaven for the world, and a man who has traveled far and wide to practice swords for twenty years in order to protect his relatives...... My father. ”

"Not a drunkard, a beggar, a coward with a broken sword. ”

Hearing the cold words echoing in the wind and snow, the old beggar lying in the snow pit, the pair of eyes that looked up at the inky night sky slowly closed.

Ye Mingke once again held the heavy sword in his hand tightly, wanting to lift the heavy sword.

The woman slowly raised her head and looked at the immortal standing on top of the huge snowman, and continued to speak slowly in a cold voice.

"My father is not here, so I'll do it for him. ”

This woman, with her messy hair and pale face stained with crimson blood, with the most gentle and resolute pupils, looked directly at the snowman puppet in front of her, which was as towering as a hill, and slowly took one step, and one step after another, each step shook the snow around her, and the footsteps were as powerful as thunder.

She paused word by word.

"The Liu clan of Nanyang County, Great Xia. ”

"The eldest daughter of the head of the Liu family, Liu Yifu, Liu Xi. ”

"For the world, there is a punch to ask the heavenly court. ”

She looked directly at the heavenly immortals, gently clenched her right fist again, and stepped out step by step, her steps were like thunder, and her whispers were like thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth.

As she took a step, the silent momentum on her body rose again, sharp as a sword in the sky, straight into the clouds.

Ye Mingke suddenly heard Uncle Jian's words in the final battle of the town's dream break, when facing the mighty and boundless Lord of the Heavenly Court.

"The eleventh floor of the pseudo-martial arts is still rising, no wonder you were able to kill the great disciple of my Wheel Sea Realm. ”

"Could this be the legendary Human Emperor Secret Technique 'Human Emperor Stacking Steps', how can you learn it, and how can your body withstand the pressure of forcibly breaking through the realm?"

The Lingchen Immortal looked at the woman whose momentum realm was still rising, and his heart was shocked and incomprehensible.

But standing on the shoulder of the giant puppet like a mountain, he didn't look at the small woman's figure at all, and soon lowered his face and said coldly.

"Pseudo-Martial Dao Eleventh Tower? Can you still take a few more steps before your whole body shatters and dies? What's more, you can really forcibly mention the Twelve Layers of Martial Dao, at this time, my puppet technique has been completed, what can I do with the Twelve-Story Building?"

"In the world, but where the ants and mayflies are. ”

The woman Liu Xi didn't say anything more, but just silently took one step at a time, each step stepping over the wind and snow.

Her steps became faster and faster, and her speed became faster and faster, and finally a misty blood mist rose all over her body, and a mighty cyan qi burned above the blood mist, as if it finally turned into a bright meteor and crashed into the snowman who stood up to the sky.

But how ridiculous her tiny body is compared to a snowman.

Ye Mingke lowered his head, the palm he had been cut by Yi Erling's sword was still oozing blood, and a large amount of blood snaked down from the black heavy sword, covering the black heavy sword with a blazing red.

"Give it to me. In Ye Mingke's perception, the black heavy sword that was completely covered in his blood suddenly trembled violently.

Ye Mingke stared at it, at this moment he only had in his mind the figure of the woman with messy hair who was determined to punch and a thought, he wanted the power, so that he could also punch the power, so that he could break through the dark firmament.

"Give it to me. ”

He stared at the heavy sword in his hand, which trembled more and more violently, and ordered silently again and again. The heavy sword in his spiritual eyes began to melt and change from a towering mountain.

He finally saw through what that mountain was made of, and the boulders were all condensed by wisps of sword qi.

A sword aura that weighs a thousand pounds.

"The grasshopper shakes the tree, and the way to die is ridiculous. ”

The Lingchen Immortal tore through the wind and snow with a mocking laugh, and the huge snowman who had been standing still suddenly moved, stepping on earth-shattering steps, and rushed forward with the same fists, hedging away with the woman who came like a bright meteor in the vast plain.

The huge body that was fifty feet high, with a terrifying aura like destroying the world, and the body that walked in steps almost rolled up half of the snow on the snowfield, covering the sky and the earth, and the moment it was approaching, it suddenly engulfed the bright light on the woman's body.

But she didn't retreat.

The mighty snow waves brought by the huge snowman also rushed towards Ye Mingke and the old beggar at the same time

Ye Mingke didn't retreat, the heavy sword in his hand let out a fierce sword roar like a dragon's roar, and a vast brilliance exploded from the sword and enveloped the four fields of heaven and earth.

He roared, and with all the strength of his body, he finally lifted the heavy human sword, which contained a thousand sword qi in the sword, which could cut down the cloud immortals.

There is a majestic and lofty sword aura like a mountain rising to the sky, mighty and brilliant.

The snow swept by, filling the snow pit where the old beggar was originally lying, and the old beggar in the snow pit who had been closing his eyes and not daring to see the world was gone.