The eldest grandson Qianxue's brows frowned slightly.

She is a real lady, the daughter of the Gongsun family, the first powerful man in Changling in the past, before the rise of the Bashan Sword Field, the Zheng family gate valve of Jiaodong County was in the mouth of the Changling people, and it was almost like lifting shoes for the Gongsun family.

A woman like this who is from a real family has strict teachings on manners and etiquette, and what she hears and sees is naturally different from that of ordinary women, and her joy and anger are generally invisible.

Her slight frowning is usually a sign of hatred, but at this time, it is dignified.

In this kind of highland where the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi is extremely thin, cultivators below the Seven Realms have a very difficult time breathing, and their physical strength is depleted extremely quickly, I am afraid that after walking in this kind of area for a few hours, their physical strength will be exhausted, and coupled with the extreme cold, they will not be able to replenish their physical strength and True Yuan at all, and they may freeze to death.

When the five archers and two swordsmen set up an ambush here before, she was a little puzzled in her heart, because just by trekking here and setting up an ambush, it would be difficult for these cultivators to complete their spirits, but now when she saw these giant beasts standing upwind above, she suddenly had an answer.

These are snow stalks, which are recorded in many of Changling's storybooks as creatures resembling giant apes.

In reality, however, this giant beast is a leopard-like snow beast that lives on the coast of the North Sea.

Not only does this snow beast live in groups, but it is also incredibly fast, and it has great strength and stamina.

At this time, there are at least more than 100 snow beasts appearing in the smoke and snow, with these giant beasts as riding and towing beasts, it does not need to consume much physical strength to walk here, such as moving tents, and can even drag enough food and ordnance.

The most important thing is, what kind of army can have so many powerful beasts?

As the daughter of the old powerful sect lord, she knew very well that the consumption of so many foreign beasts on weekdays was very amazing, and from then on, it was inferred that the structure of this army itself was amazing, and it would not be as simple as an ordinary army of 10,000 people, equipped with dozens of Five Realm cultivators at most.

Ding Ning raised his head and was silent, and the ice and snow particles hit his face, bringing a pinprick-like sensation, making his eyes unconsciously squint slightly.

With Xue Li as a mount, there is no such army in his impression, but the strength of this army at the moment is undoubted, especially the indifference and indifference of this army in the face of death, which makes him understand that there is no trick in dealing with such an army, unless the commander of the other party can appear and be killed by them.

However, he had a strong instinct that the commander of this army would only appear when there was a chance that they would be killed at the end.

Because in the battles he has experienced in the past, he has encountered many of these types of commanders.

In order to achieve the goal, at all costs, even at the cost of one's own life.

There was also a hint of discoloration in the depths of the old monk's eyes.

His cultivation method is special, so he knows better than any cultivator the sense of the passage of physical strength and the loss of true yuan, in his eyes, the opponents who appear at this time are weak and pitiful, and there is not much difference between resistance and non-resistance.

However, in this kind of place, even if these people lined up in front of him one by one and asked him to knock him to death, he would have to pay a part of his physical strength and true yuan as a price.

At this time, he was high on the extremely barren Donghu border glacier, but with the appearance of these snow calves and riders on their backs, the first picture that appeared in his mind was in the former Changling.

He thought of Wang Jingmeng.

Thinking of the mountains of corpses piled up, the armies loyal to Yuan Wu and Zheng Sleeve, and the countless cultivators from all dynasties in the world, none of them could withstand Wang Jingmeng's understatement, but even so, Wang Jingmeng's footsteps were still blocked in that alley, even if the corpses of the strong men he killed were piled up, he still couldn't move forward many steps.

Now Wang Jingmeng seems to have replaced him.

That's how this army naturally feels to him right now.

It's just that such a picture only appeared in his mind for a short moment.

In the next moment, he took a step forward and stood in front of Ding Ning and the eldest grandson Qianxue.

His movements are natural to the extreme, and even give people a bizarre beauty.

The soles of his feet fell on the snow, not even causing a splash of snowflakes.

The ice in front of him suddenly shook violently, and the heavy floating snow caused by the avalanche lifted up like a wave and rushed down.

The snow rakes above were already driven by the riders on their backs, and began to attack, as if driving a huge wave of snow, rushing down.

No one moved.

Ding Ning and Eldest Sun Qianxue just calmly looked at the snow waves in front of them and the black shadows that rushed down.

When the wave rushed to the old monk at the front, the old monk raised his head and stabbed out the wooden staff in his hand.

With a snort, the wooden staff picked up the snow wave in front of it and pointed at the forehead of a snow slash that came from the air.

Xue Li's figure was like a small hill to him, and the wooden staff was dotted on its forehead, and between its eyes, it was as small as if a straw had been inserted in its forehead.

However, the seemingly gentle thorn of this wooden staff easily killed the snow stalk.

As if it was ushering in the most natural death, the death of this Xue Li, who was extremely fierce to the extreme before a breath, "very naturally", from the forehead to the depths of its body, like a chain reaction-like pause.

The snow prickly that was hit on the forehead died instantly.

However, its body shook violently from a strange twitch, and as it jumped higher, its whole body even made a snapping sound, throwing out the knight who was holding a sharp and long bronze spear on his back.

The old monk maintained a gentle forward stabbing posture, the snow slash was high above his head, and the rider on his back was falling out.

A terrible sound of breaking the air was accompanied by a heart-palpitating roar, and dozens of shadows fell towards the old monk and Ding Ning and the eldest grandson Qianxue behind him.

Every shadow is either the minions of the behemoth, or the spear in the hand of the rider on the back, or the crossbow bolt activated by the talisman in the hand of the rider behind, or even the flying sword.

These dozens of shadows fell, and the sky, which was originally dim in the smoke and snow, became even darker, and the sky seemed to be obscured.

However, the old monk's movements were still extremely simple, and the wooden staff in his hand just kept stabbing forward.

His movements don't seem to be fast.

It even gives people the feeling that each shadow is coming faster than him.

However, as he continued to stab, these shadows disappeared one by one, and a snow squire and a famous rider were thrown into the air.

The storm swept by.

More than 20 snow plows facing him and riders on their backs continued to thump to the ground.

Looking at such a picture, from the rest of the snow on the backs of him, Ding Ning, and the eldest grandson Qianxue, the originally calm eyes of those riders were inevitably filled with a light of fear.

Ding Ning's eyebrows were slightly raised.

In the bloody aura around him, he smelled a hint of familiarity.

It was the smell of a medicinal herb, with a strong earthy smell, but then the earthy smell turned into a strong, sweet fragrance.

"Dragon's Blood Grass. ”

He turned his head and glanced at the eldest grandson Qianxue beside him, nodded, and confirmed: "It's the army from Chu." ”