Zhang Quyi caught the fallen ancient sword, ignored the threat of the soldier pole at all, and continued to point out the magic trick on the ancient sword, and the aura of the soldier emitted from the sword immediately began to shrink back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bing Ji saw that Zhizhang Quyi had so easily "tamed" the sword, and he was so shocked that he forgot the action, you must know that it took him three years to make the sword shrink the soldier's evil qi to a radius of ten meters, you know, the evil qi emitted by the sword before almost filled this mountain col.

Zhang Quyi successively hit hundreds of spells on the sword, and the evil qi on the sword body was completely absorbed, of course, it was only restrained when slashing, how could such a peerless fierce soldier be so easy to be tamed and recognized as the master.

"This kid must know the secret method of the imperial weapon!" Bing Ji was surprised and delighted, and flew towards Zhang Quyi in the air, and grabbed it as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"Get out!" Zhang Qu drew his sword with a sheath in front of him.

The soldier snorted, hurriedly withdrew his hand, and landed on a rock. He had just forcibly broken the formation of the late masters of the five major transformation forces, and he had already suffered a lot of internal injuries, and he did not breathe at all in a hurry, and he punched hard with the first chaos, which was even more injured.

Zhang Quyi held the handle of the sword and said with a smile: "I want to see if the sword is cut or not, whether it can be cut in the half-step Dao realm!"

"Don't draw your sword!" cried out in horror.

Zheng made a dragon roar, and in an instant, the cold light pierced the lead cloud, Zhang Quyi seemed to hear a sigh from ancient times, and the sea of corpses and blood in front of him reappeared, and a violent breath rushed madly from the sword handle to his hand.

The peerless fierce soldier who had been sealed for thousands of years showed his edge again, and in an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the snowflakes seemed to freeze in an instant.

"You...... The bronze ghost-faced man screamed, turned and fled, and disappeared into the blizzard in a few ups and downs.

Zhang Quyi was cold at the moment, his eyes were glowing with a strange red, and his face was extremely violent, like a killing god under the wind and snow.

The feminine men who had just gotten up from the ground were so frightened that they didn't dare to look at Zhang Quyi's eyes.

"Press the sword back, press it back......" A voice shouted in Zhang Quyi's head.

Zhang Quyi bit the tip of his tongue violently, the pain restored a trace of clarity to his brain, and his right hand pressed suddenly, and pulled out half of the ancient sword and let out an unwilling clang, and immediately returned to the sheath Zangfeng,

Zhang Quyi breathed a sigh of relief, his dark red eyes returned to their normal color, and the fierce anger on his face subsided immediately.

The snow continued to fall, and the col was as silent as death!

A large bald head emerged from the mud puddle on the hillside, and the first chaos thing staggered to its feet, as if drunk, and walked towards Zhang, shouting, "The sword is mine, bring it!"

"Here you go!" Zhang Dao smashed a series of swords with sheaths on his bald head, and the thing rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.

Zhang glanced at the few people down the slope, turned around and left quickly. It wasn't until they disappeared into the wind and snow that Zeng Boxian and the others reacted and shouted angrily, but no one dared to chase after them, because the moment when Zhang Quyi pulled out his sword just now was too scary.

Zhang Qu walked quickly, his feet almost touching the ground, and there were no footprints left on the snow at all. Zhang went over the hillside in one breath and went straight to the peak agreed with Han Feng.

On the mountain peak, Han Feng was hiding between two ancient pines, covered with snow and not moving, and he really couldn't notice him if he didn't pay attention.

A top-notch sniper, in addition to being accurate in marksmanship, must also know how to hide himself, and choose a position that can not only protect himself, but also control the overall situation. Although he left the army, Han Feng has always maintained this habit.

At this time, a figure appeared in sight, approaching quickly from the bottom of the mountain, Han Feng looked at it with all his eyes, although he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could identify it as Zhang Quyi from his body shape.

Soon, Zhang Quyi rushed to the half-slope, holding an ancient sword in his hand, Han Feng was surprised and delighted, Zhang Shao actually grabbed the sword under the watchful eye of so many masters, it was too awesome!

Han Feng hurriedly stood up from his hiding place and waved his hand, however, Zhang Shenbang, who was "flying" through the snow in the wind, unexpectedly lost his front hoof, fell headlong on the snow, and rolled down the hillside.

Han Feng was shocked, it seemed that although Zhang Shao grabbed the sword, he was also injured, and hurriedly rushed down the hill and helped the embarrassed Zhang to pick up.

"Zhang Shao, are you injured?" Han Feng asked in a deep voice.

Zhang Quyi shook his head: "It's okay, help me get out of here!"

Zhang Quyi was not injured, but when he drew his sword just now, he was carelessly invaded by the fierce aura of the sword. At first, I didn't think it was like anything, but after running all the way, I gradually felt that it was inappropriate, and the spiritual power was obviously blocked in the meridians.

Han Feng didn't dare to slack off, so without saying a word, he picked up Zhang and climbed the mountain, at this time the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the mountains were white all over the place.

Zhang Quyi said while adjusting the internal breath: "Find a hidden place to shelter from the wind nearby." ”

Han Feng nodded, squinted and looked down the mountain, walked to a leeward slope with Zhang Xiang deep and shallow feet, then cut some branches, and quickly built a simple roof between several large trees.

"Zhang Shao, let's just rest here!" Han Feng patted the snow on his body.

Zhang Qu slashed the sword aside, sat down against the roots of the tree, and began to use spiritual power to expel the fierce sword qi that invaded his body.

Han Feng excitedly picked up the sword and looked at it, Zhang Quyi opened his eyes and reminded: "It's okay to see, but don't draw the sword, don't blame me for losing your life!"

Han Feng nodded awe-inspiringly, resisting the urge to draw his sword, and took a while before putting his sword down.

The snow fell heavily for nearly an hour before it stopped.

Except for eating two sweet potatoes in the morning, he hadn't eaten for a day, Han Feng was already so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back at this time, and he glanced at Zhang Quyi, who was still sitting, so he got out of the snow shed, ready to search around, to see if he could find something to eat to fill his stomach.

Han Feng's luck seemed to be good, he found a squirrel's nest under a dead tree, kicked the tree twice, and the squirrel inside was scared away, reached in and touched it, and soon pulled out a large number of pine cones, hazelnuts and other nuts.

Although these things are troublesome to eat, they are high in calories and can be eaten to the stomach. Han Feng was happily sweeping the loot into his pocket, when he suddenly felt his eyes shake with a cold light.

Han Feng suddenly became vigilant, completely the subconscious reaction of a sniper, and he immediately hid behind a tree and looked high to the left.

When he saw a protruding rock on the hillside, Han Feng chuckled in his heart, and a chill suddenly appeared behind his waist, and his muscles tensed.

Because, behind that rock, there is a sniper!