Chapter Fifty-Seven: Under the Frost and Snow

There was a man who stood on the top of a snowy mountain.

He likes to stand here, where there is snow for eternity.

Cloth clothes, hemp trousers, sword crowns, and a large coat made of polar bear skin.

He looked into the distance, knowing that his sword was unsheathed.

"When you see my sword, you don't run. ”

"Are you looking for death?"

He asked the air.

......

"Damn...... I know that kid is unreliable!" Zhang Tiansheng scolded in his heart.

This sword is strong, but what about holding me without dying under the power of saying good?

Now that the swords are flying, how can you live?

"You're dying. ”

"Shut up, I know!"

"I can't kill him now, but I can always resist it a little. ”

"So what are you waiting for!"

"I'm not asking for your permission!"

"Agree with your sister! Everyone is going to die, and still agree!"

"I thought you would rather die than give in......"

"Hurry up!"

......

The spirit sword fell, but no blood flew.

"Yo, it's rare that you can still escape...... No, you're ......!"

He saw the boy on the other side crawling up.

The eyes are red, and there is a black and red aura on the body that slowly overflows.

It smells of blood, like a ghost that has sucked the blood of thousands of people.

"Demon!" Zhang Xuan narrowed.

"Alas, the power sealed by the first three seals is too little and too little, nothing more than a mosquito's leg, if the fourth seal can be opened, he won't be able to survive today. Demon Venerable looked very regretful, "The power of the blood array I absorbed last time was barely on par with this person's own strength, but my body seems to be a little unbearable......"

Zhang Xuan rushed with a sword again, as a cultivator, he took it as his mission to eradicate demons, and besides, he was still a bloodthirsty demon.

The spirit sword stabbed into the young man's chest, and he didn't dodge or dodge.

Zhang Xuan was frightened, abandoned his sword and retreated.

A vigorous and thick black-red aura erupted from the boy's body.

Nightshade can no longer hide this darkness.

The world has seen this breath again.

......

Gyeongju, in the Red Mansion.

The boy and girl raised their eyes, and sitting opposite was a fortune teller.

"Pulled out so soon?" Huayu asked.

"Hurry up, this is the moment you are waiting for!" the little Taoist priest accosted.

"Not almost. The fortune teller said.

"Almost?"

"Yes. ”

"What's missing?"

"It's already squirting!"

Suddenly, everyone stared subconsciously.

"Oh, why is it so red and black?" cried the little priest, "it's different! but it seems to be a little thinner......

The more I listened to the flower language, the more strange I felt, I wanted to talk to it, but I thought about it or forget it.

"Originally, there were only three seals, and it's good to be able to do this. The sword-crowned boy said.

"Opposite him is the saint of the Streamer Sect, if he comes to this point, I'm afraid he will have to die endlessly. Huayu still couldn't hold back and spoke.

"Yes, I can only keep dying. Bai Ke said.

"But it looks ...... With that sword, they seem to be about the same in strength, so it's hard to get casualties. ”

Bai Ke and the little Taoist priest rolled their eyes together and looked at the fortune teller sitting opposite.

The latter looked embarrassed: "Miscalculation, miscalculation." ”

"But that's okay. Bai Ke was very calm, "The sword is my master's sword, whoever he wants to kill, no one can live." ”

"Hahaha, yes, yes!" the fortune teller found an excuse, "it's all expected!"

......

The red-eyed and black-clothed boy drew the sword from his chest with an expressionless face.

It's a pity that an attack was dodged just now, I thought the other party would be careless, but I didn't expect to be cautious enough to abandon the sword.

"I didn't expect you to be a demon. So far, Zhang Xuan has completely cooled his eyes.

The young man picked up the sword that was flat in the air, and waved it twice, feeling that it was much easier.

"I'm not a demon. He said.

"It's not a demon?" Zhang Xuan sneered, "It's still a talker." ”

"I've always spoken. "But you're going to shut up soon." ”

"You mean you can kill me?"

"Of course. ”

Zhang Xuan stopped talking nonsense, beckoned, withdrew his sword, and burst out again, this time, he raised twelve points of strength.

The weather-laden sword swung wildly, as if it were dancing into the air.

But strangely, the sound of metal hitting can always be heard.

The sound would turn into a wave, and then gently knock down the surrounding trees.

Two deep furrows were dragged under the feet of the black-and-red boy.

He could see this man who was fast enough to draw his sword from all directions at once, but he couldn't help it.

In the same way, the other party has no way to take him.

Hundreds of swords collided in a few breaths, and neither of them could do anything to the other.

"As a demon, why don't you stay in the abyss and come to the world to do something!"

"I'm not a demon. ”

"You're covered in demonic energy, covered in blood, and you say you're not a demon!"

"If you say no, you don't!"

"Hmph, I'm going to kill you anyway, now I have a perfect reason, wait for me to beat you out of your original form, see how you escape!"

The black-and-red boy stopped talking, silently brandishing the cold sword in his hand.

The big trees fell one by one, and the wind and clouds changed with it.

A dark cloud gathered.

It snows here, it rains elsewhere.

In the snow, the sword was sharper, and everywhere it pointed was a violent blizzard.

Zhang Xuan, as a saint in the world, is certainly not a straw bag, after warming up from the previous fight, his speed has become faster and his attack has become more tricky.

......

Running quietly, in the direction where the cold came.

There was not only cold, but also darkness and gore.

She guessed something, but she didn't want to believe it.

"Innate, hold on, I'm here to help you!"

"How can there be a demon's breath there?

"You must be safe and alive!"

The more she ran, the more anxious she became, so anxious that she cried.

The cold of the air had pierced her body, frozen through her bones, her joints had stiffened, and blood flow had stagnated.

She knew that she should lift most of her True Qi to protect her body, so that at least she wouldn't get frostbitten.

But she gave up, she was in a hurry, and she wanted to use all her true qi on the road.

But this is not an ordinary cold, in this cold, the snowflakes are all killing intent!

But she was exhausted and about to fall!

Inborn......

Qingjing held on, from the beginning of the wild run to the later sprint and then to the later stumbling.

She could already hear the metal crashing.

The source of the black-red aura can already be seen.

She tried to get closer, but her eyes blurred and she collapsed in the snow.

This is a forbidden place!

Unless you are sanctified, whoever comes will fall.

"Yo, who fell in the distance?" the voice seemed to come from all directions, with a hint of banter.

Zhang Tiansheng knew that he could see it, but he couldn't help it.

"If you raise your hands and surrender, I am willing to show you mercy and let you see you one last time. ”

"Fuck you. ”

"Do you want to freeze her to death?"

The boy did not speak, but still wielded his sword.

"If this continues, in a little while, she will die!"

The boy gritted his teeth.

"It's better to watch her die than to watch her die as a demon!"

"Shut up!" Zhang Tiansheng couldn't bear it anymore, and waved his sword wildly with both hands, bringing up a large area of wind and snow.

A wound appeared on his neck, bleeding profusely.

An inch deeper, and his throat would have been cut.

"Look at how good it is, let me kill you, so that the man who fell in the snow can live. Zhang Xuan appeared.

But it's by the side of Qingjing.

"Get out!" Zhang Tiansheng came almost instantaneously.

Blood connects in the air.

The sword kicked up a cloud of snow in the air.

Zhang Xuan stood upright, letting the large piece of killing intent slash at his head.

The snow finally stopped in mid-air.

"That's right!" Zhang Xuan was very satisfied and laughed.

It's heartfelt, happy laughter.

"I really don't know why you, as a demon, still have feelings for people in your heart. ”

"Put your sword away. Zhang Tiansheng's voice was like a golden stone rubbing, hoarse, ugly, and terrifying.

"I think you should put your sword down first. ”

Zhang Xuan looked very relaxed, and shook the sword on Qingjing's neck up and down.

"Put your sword away!"

"Put your sword down!"

The two looked at each other, each not taking a step back.

"This wind and snow can't hurt you and me, but it can really freeze her to death. Zhang Xuan said unhurriedly, "Otherwise, let's come to Bibi, just lean on it like this, and see who can't stand it first?"

Zhang Tiansheng gritted his teeth: "You and me, why bring an outsider in?"

"Outsider, since you are an outsider, you might as well slash me with a knife, anyway, her life or death has nothing to do with you. ”

Zhang Xuan tilted his head slightly and smiled, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"Ding!"

It was the sound of pieces of iron falling to the ground.