In the rainbow light, Ye Qianzi suddenly raised his head, his original brown eyes have now become scarlet, a pair of vertical pupils make people shudder when they look at it, his exposed skin is covered by scales glowing with ghostly light, he uses his hands and feet together, and runs wild like a beast on the surface of the lake.

It was obvious that Ye Qianzi had received great benefits, and the momentum of the whole person had risen sharply, and he had vaguely exuded the momentum of a martial artist at the threshold of the Great Third Realm.

Chen Anzhi clenched the hilt of his sword, turned his head slightly, and said with a chuckle: "Fang Xiaoshang, this trouble is worth ten catties of good wine?"

Where did Fang Xiaoshang laugh, in this situation, even a fool could see that it was very bad, he quietly swallowed his saliva, and said: "Don't say ten catties, you can survive this catastrophe, I have contracted the wine of your life." ”

"That's what you said. Chen Anzhi grinned, slowly raised the leaf picking sword in his hand, and smashed it down with all his might when Ye Qianzi approached.

There is no skill at all, a real swinging action.

Ye Qianzi didn't dodge, he directly rushed into the white-clothed swordsman standing with a sword, when he was in the Ye family's mansion, he endured the feeling of gagging, ate the entire gluttonous heart, endured the heart-rending pain, and fainted several times during the period, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, especially the pain of the scales taking root from the flesh and blood and burrowing out of the skin, but this kind of pain, he survived.

Therefore, Ye Qianzi is very confident, confident that his body is the strongest weapon in the world.

Ye Qian threw a straight punch.

Chen An was dressed in a snow-white robe, his long sword was waved resolutely, and his feet twisted the ground to build up a small mound of dirt.

Ye Qian used his fist as a blade to resist Chen Anzhi's sword.

On the shore of the sinking lake, a piercing sound of gold and stone intersecting suddenly sounded.

Ye Qianzi sank into the lake for about three feet, and the calm water surface was disturbed by this sudden movement, stirring up huge waves and splashing onto the shore.

Chen Anzhi took a deep breath and adjusted his breath, his whole arm trembled slightly, and he felt a little sore. Picking leaves was so dizzy by this shock that he finally eased up, sat cross-legged in the sword body and scolded, "Chen Anzhi, you did it on purpose, right?

Chen Anzhi shook his head slightly and smiled: "It seems that this guy is really rough and thick-skinned, I thought this sword could directly smash him." ”

Picking Ye rolled his eyes, moved his body, and sneered: "You are not the same Jiang Chuyi as before, and you still expect to show your power as before?"

Chen Anzhi had long been accustomed to picking leaves, and knew that if he answered, this guy would be even more energetic, so he simply ignored him.

There were bubbles in the lake water constantly surging to the surface of the water, and then it was like boiling, constantly surging up huge water waves, Chen Anzhi spit out a breath of turbidity, and suddenly exerted force under his feet, jumped high, and drew a huge arc in the air.

At this moment, the originally boiling lake instantly shot out countless water droplets, these water droplets were due to the great force, and they formed a line one after another, attacking in the shape of arrows, Chen Anzhi waved his long sword, wiped out a sword qi, and scattered all the water droplets that splashed everywhere, and wisps of water mist rose in the air.

The fists hidden behind the curtain of water droplets followed, and the fist wind stirred the water droplets into a vortex, and these fists were the center of the vortex.

The spring cold is steep, and the young man in a thin shirt is standing on the lakeside a little farther away, feeling the sharp fist wind, and even more cold, Fang Xiaoshang asked himself if he could take that punch if he was in Chen Anzhi's situation, the answer was no, as a condensing soul cultivator, facing the martial arts of the Great Third Realm, although it could not be said that he had no backhand power, but the strength was really small.

Therefore, the road of martial arts is very extreme, either stepping into the big three realms to become dragons and phoenixes, or being trapped in the small three realms and making it difficult to move an inch.

But fortunately, the other party is a martial artist, three thousand years ago, Chen Anzhi was a sword cultivator, and while sharpening his kendo, he would not pull down the forging body, although it was not as good as those saint martial artists, but it would not be too inferior, and even with the blessing of aura, he could vaguely suppress the other party.

Even now, his physical body is still strong, but the silence of three thousand years has really degraded the strength of his physical functions.

Ye Qianzi's body jumped out of the lake and smashed into Chen Anzhi's chest with a punch.

The heart is the main god, the main is clear, and the lord is not clear, and the twelve officials are in danger. If you lose your mind, your eyes are scattered, your mind is in a trance, and your internal organs are in danger, and your heart is also one of the fragile parts of the human body.

Seeing that the swift fist was approaching, Fang Xiaoshang was anxious, but the distance between the two was so close, he really couldn't control the aura attack, it was easy to accidentally injure Chen Anzhi, and he didn't know what to do for a while, on the other hand, Chen Anzhi didn't avoid it, and the long sword slowly passed forward, and the sword without skill could even be said to be full of flaws.

"This sword doesn't work. Picking leaves shook his head, as if he was extremely sorry, "Compared with before, there is a difference of 10,000 Chen Anzhi." ”

When Chen Anzhi heard this, the original sword blade was pointed directly at the wrist with a slight shake, transformed into a sword spine, and took the punch hard, and the leaves that sat in the sword body were like being hit by a behemoth, and they were shocked.

The leaf pickers who wanted to open their mouths and scold angrily, were afraid of being teased by Chen Anzhi again, so they quickly shut up.

The two were in a stalemate for only a moment, Ye Qian jumped backwards, landed steadily, and grinned, "Chen Anzhi?"

Chen Anzhi gently lowered his arm and said with a chuckle: "Shibei should be impressed for three days, you have been three or four hours, but people can't wait to scrape their eyes out." ”

Ye Qianzi raised an index finger and shook it, and said with a smile: "If you can't see clearly, then I'll help you scrape off your eyeballs and see clearly, and then after killing you, the two remnants of the Wen family won't have a good time, and I will bury you together." ”

Chen Anzhi smiled and said: "I don't care if I bury it or not, before that, I want to ask you a few words about the gluttonous power in you." ”

Ye Qianzi moved his muscles and bones, his face suddenly became gloomy, and there was a sound like popping beans all over his body, and when Chen Anzhi was about to speak, he suddenly became difficult.

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The knife light lit up, from the bottom to the top, lifting a lot of ice slag, mixed with the howling wind, plowing all the way out of the shocking ravine.

In the icy and snowy places, in the heaven and earth closer to the mountains, countless footprints are like knives carved into the thick ice, intricately intertwined, one on top of the other.

The sky was black, the line of sight fell from top to bottom, and the bottom was still black, and the wind was blowing wantonly on the face, and there were even fine Xiaoice mixed with it to cut the blood line, and the blood gushing out in an instant was condensed into ice beads and hung on the cheeks at the first sight of the air.

The only brightness in this side of the world is the snow-white arc of snow-white lightning that sometimes appears in the clouds, as well as the ghostly light of the blades on the ground, and the sword that stands up to the sky.

After the swordsman from Wenshui City made a knife, he didn't pull out the knife again.

The sword was invincible, and it landed deeper than the depths of the mountain.

He looked up at the sword light disappearing into the mountains of the far north, and sighed slightly.

General Chang was puzzled, and the Great Mountain Demon Clan was even more puzzled, but then, they understood, and their faces suddenly deteriorated, and it could even be said that a look called panic appeared on everyone's faces except for the swordsman.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, the earth was turbulent, the mountain peaks trembled, and the ice shattered, like a bull rolling in a mud pond, vibrating violently.

The 100,000 mountains are restless, there are temples for worship, there are 48 temples, there are enshrined golden body clay sculptures shining brightly, and there are golden mist like waterfalls flowing, falling on the ground into clouds and mist.

At the same time, 100,000 miles away from the five places of Sanzhou, a land that exudes white and ice blue stands out of thin air, with a lot of snow and a lot of ice piled up, although it is now the beginning of spring, the snow here still does not stop, and the wind still blows people's skin like knives.

If the wind and snow are a little smaller at this time, it can probably be regarded as pleasing to the eye, but the snow as far as the eye can see, it is inevitable that it will be a little monotonous.

The man shrouded in a white robe, his face was pale, and even his skin was snow-white, which was particularly sickly, if it weren't for those dark eyes like an abyss, I am afraid that he would only feel that the whole person was blended with this snow.

He walked slowly, suddenly stopped, turned to look at Sanzhou and Wudi, and the corners of his lips suddenly showed a smile, this is a smug smile, as if he has accomplished something big, and he always wants to show off, but this kind of demeanor is always annoying, like a scholar who understands the truth and shows a comfortable smile, like a warm sun.

He was a little tired of walking, sat down in the midst of the snowstorm, took out a hairpin from his bosom, and his eyes fell on it, full of nostalgia, and then put it away, and took out a candlestick.

I don't know what method was used for the bronze candlestick, in this snowstorm in the sky, there was not the slightest wavering, as if with the temperature that burned through the sky, so that the ice and frost within a radius of ten miles instantly melted, and then froze and covered, all this, but in a breath, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

The robe was too big to obscure his vision, and the man raised one hand and lifted the hood, revealing a face as warm as jade, and the white mist from the steaming snowflakes of the candle flame swirled in front of him.

Gradually, many scenes evolved, including a girl with a sword who was just about to enter the cliff gate, but stopped and thought a little, a young man in brocade standing on the mountain peak, looking at the sky with his hands behind his back, a swordsman standing with a knife in front of the Great Wall, and a group of gluttonous beasts in the distance.

These images flickered away and finally froze on the shore of the sunken lake.

Looking at the white-clothed swordsman who was caught in a bitter battle, the man closed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised a meaningful smile, relieved, joyful, and relieved, but there was no trace of badness, he closed his eyes and meditated for a long time, and then raised his head to look at the distant front again.

He slowly stretched out his hand and held the wind and snow in his hand, and the white light leaked between his fingers, crushed, and released.

There are countless winds and snows in the sky, and I can't see the road ahead or the way back.

But he seemed to see it.

He saw a distant aurora as thick as a mountain coming down, and countless corpses, old or young, complete or mutilated, rose and fell in that colorful light, lifeless, soundless, and silent.

He laughed softly, first softly, then loudly, and finally laughed out loud with his stomach in his hands.

"Nineteenth floor, Chengxian Road, become a shit fairy, there is a fart fairy. ”

After saying this, he calmed down again, his expression was indifferent, he stretched out his hand to wipe it in the air, and when he withdrew it, he slowly spread out his palm, and there was a wisp of candle flame in his palm.

The next moment, the man put his hand to his mouth and blew lightly, and the candle flame that was originally the size of a fingernail suddenly enlarged and condensed into the appearance of a young monk.

In the sky, he held the candlestick and gently cut a crack and gently handed the monk forward.

"From today on, you're called a debater. ”

After doing all this, the man blew out the candle flame that could not be shaken by the wind and snow, took it into his arms, and walked forward slowly.