Chapter 22: The Funeral of the Wind and Snow

The crisis slowly creeps under the snow and ice. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Drive, drive!"

A blizzard carried the roar of the wind, and a rapid roar was heard in the chaotic sound of the hooves of the galloping horses. The galloping horse's hooves brought up the blizzard, and countless tiny ice slags behind them shot out in all directions in the wrapping of the flying snow.

The brocade robe was dressed in a luxurious and graceful mink fur Qiu Chang, and there was a touch of anxiety on the cold and delicate face, looking back from time to time, and then smacking a whip on the horse's back, with a neigh, the horse sped up and rushed forward, the long whip in the young man's hand had been soaked in blood, and the cold ice slag was condensed on it, and the red blood stains that seeped out were like crystal blood beads, shining with a ghostly light, and the shocking on the horse's back, and the wound raised by the flesh, formed a sharp contrast.

The exquisite Qiu Chang on the young man's body was also torn open with a few distinct openings, and there were constantly hairs flying and dancing with snowflakes, rippling in the sky and the earth. The charming pupils shone with a cramped light, the cold wind seemed to blow through his skin, and his long black hair was a little scattered and messy, hunched on the top of his head, but it couldn't hide the handsomeness of his somewhat pale face.

Behind him, several middle-aged fierce men with rugged faces and terrifying poisons climbing, brandishing long knives, rushed up to kill. A few screams, trampling on the fallen corpse, and chasing after it closely.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

The brocade-robed boy turned back, his seductive pupils filled with panic, the bloody whip struck the horse's back mercilessly, and a long knife behind him slashed at the young man's neck......

Zhao Haochen was concentrating on the barbecue, and he didn't notice this group of people.

The howling blizzard was like a fierce whip, slamming Zhuge Wan'er hanging on the cliff. In the misty wind and snow, one after another huge ice and snow fell from above, looking at the ice stone that had just escaped the past in horror, a thick panic emerged in her clear and blurry eyes, she already knew what was going to happen next, the misty wind and snow covered her vision, the whole person was like a huge gecko, sticking to the rock wall, holding the fire spirit grass in her hand tightly, and finally regained a trace of warmth in her frightened eyes, listening attentively to the sound of falling rocks.

The boundless wind and snow swirled, and on the edge of the cliff, the goose-feather-like snow, with the whistling falling ice stones, smashed down, as if the end of heaven and earth had come at this moment.

In the misty wind and snow, Zhuge Wan'er suddenly kicked the cliff under her feet at an incredible speed, grabbed the slender rope tightly with her right hand, and quickly swung towards the side.

"Boom!"

A huge roar came from above, and then a huge ice stone slammed down from above, grazing the edge of the cliff, and the bursting sparks left a deep groove, turning into a fireball in the wind and snow and quickly rushing into the deep cliff.

Sweat stains with a faint fragrance drifted away with the flying wind and snow. Zhuge Wan'er's hair was black and shiny, like a guiding light in the snowstorm, her eyes were bright and her teeth were bright, and a row of neat teeth bit her lower lip tightly, and a clear mark was eye-catching. Holding the rope in one hand, he slowly crawled upwards with difficulty.

"Oops!" Zhao Haochen squinted his eyes, crossed Erlang's legs, and lay in the deep pit, not realizing that the Grim Reaper had swung his scythe at him and was about to harvest his ripe crops.

The sound of "thorn" in the wind and snow, the fireworks of the soft and attractive snow chicken barbecue in the deep pit, the thorn was extinguished by the wind and snow, and a big hole flashed on the rock wall of the pit, constantly pouring misty wind and snow into it, and the goose feather-like snowflakes raged between the heaven and the earth, and they also took the opportunity to drill in and ravage the world.

The temperature around is dropping like crazy. Zhao Haochen's hands and feet suddenly became cold, he opened his mouth, but found that he could no longer control his tongue to speak, and he couldn't help but scold in his heart. He laboriously screamed from his throat down the cliff, but when he reached his mouth, it turned into a meaningless hoarse shout, and the sound of the blizzard around him quickly drowned out his voice.

The handsome face was covered with a thin layer of white frost, and the straight sword eyebrows were covered with ice flowers, wrinkled slightly, and his steps became a little stiff, looking at his feet in fear.

Huge cracks spread on the cliffs, and huge ice stones roared down, and the huge cracks were like snakes swimming around, cracking the earth.

"Woo!" The rope tied to the tree broke without any warning, and slid rapidly below, saying that it was too late, Zhao Haochen pounced, and grabbed the sliding rope without hesitation, and the huge pulling force took him all the way down the cliff.

With his left hand, he quickly pulled out the long sword on his waist, stabbed it into the rock wall of the cliff with a ding, and slid all the way down, Zhao Haochen's legs were inserted into the snow, and his body went out diagonally, which was enough to stop the trend.

The hard ice was densely packed all over his knees, and a pair of feet were even more unconscious, and the whole person was lying on the edge of the cliff, and the chaotic wind and snow between heaven and earth were like sharp blades, ruthlessly cutting on his delicate skin.

Hanging on the cliff, there is a fear of life at any time, the fear that is about to come out of his chest fills his heart, the clear and bright pupils reveal a thick fear, trembling slightly, the frosty teeth continue to shiver up and down, and then the ice and snow slag falls from his mouth, and then, it is full of ice crystals again, and it falls down again......

The snake-like crack spread to Zhao Haochen's feet, and his whole person instantly lost his balance, and there was an explosion, and the ice and snow shot out, like a huge mushroom cloud, exploding in the air, and the wind and snow filled the air.

The body that fell down, and it went down rapidly. Countless sharp ice spikes around him pierced his skin in an instant, and the sharp ice blades tore his muscles densely, injecting extreme cold into his body, and the pain turned into a numbness, and the blood that had lost its temperature flowed backwards and filled the entire chest.

A huge sense of fear instantly filled his mind, feeling the speed of free fall, the suffocating fear pressed his heart to death, he didn't dare to breathe, his bright pupils lost their vivid brilliance, dead and silent, without the slightest bit of youthful vitality, this time, fear was all he had.

"Ah......" The heart was pounding and beating, like a war drum, pounding and pounding before the battle.

"Damn it......"