Chapter 55: Slaughtering the Heavenly Fate

Thousands of miles of wasteland, lonely snowfield, ice and snow are the only ones here, the snowflakes rolling and whistling above the sky flooded the entire Qiongyu, the huge and quiet wasteland looks like a dormant beast, the sharp cold wind is like a sharp blade, whirling and whistling, cutting the skin of this line. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The hot blood was gushing in the veins, stirring endlessly, like a great river rushing with joy. The dense wounds cut by the cold wind were like passages, and the roaring blood was like a fountain, sprinkled on the white earth, and the blood-red ice crystals rolled to the ground, quickly covered by the falling snow.

Like the remnants of the defeated soldiers returning from the battlefield, everyone supported each other step by step, and the cry of the whistling horses behind them rang out, startling the winter birds in the trees.

"Hidden!" Zhao Haochen's expression tightened, and the sternness between his eyebrows was like a sharp sword, bursting towards everyone.

The horse's hooves are whistling, the snow on the ground is flying all over the sky, making the cold of this winter even more aggravated, and there are dozens of sharp breaths lurking under the snow of several meters, as if a huge supernatural sword is inserted in the ground, that kind of behemoth breath is so colossal even under the deliberate cover-up, fortunately, in this thousands of miles of wasteland, the snow is all over the sky, and the cold murderous aura and the pungent bloody aura are all rippling.

More than a dozen white-clothed and white-robed figures drove the horses, but they suddenly stopped when they ran here, their sharp eyes staring at every inch of land here, he knew that they couldn't run far, and the sharp aura on Jian Xiu's body was impossible to be buried, they held the shiny long knife in their hands, waited for it, and slowly searched forward.

The behemoth aura was only a few dozen steps away from them, and within twenty steps, they would inevitably be discovered, and at that time, how could this full body of injuries be worthy of this martial artist full of qi and blood.

Zhao Haochen was beating a drum in his heart, quietly counting, and his momentum was also rising invisibly.

Five steps!

Four steps!

Three steps!

Under the icy snow, the biting cold was like maggots on the tarsal bones, wriggling in his blood and crawling in his bones, however, beads of sweat the size of beans were dripping and sliding down his forehead, and the ice ridges also spread to his forehead, pointing directly at his eyebrows, but he didn't notice it in the slightest.

Soon, soon!

The wave in his heart hung in the air, his heavy breathing suddenly seemed to stop, his eyes swelled with light, as long as he took one more step, they would pay a terrible price, and the only remaining thunderbolt was one step ahead of them.

The man in white stopped, and walked for a long time, frowning, as if he was wondering something, but turned his horse's head and galloped towards the circuit.

The white, bloodless palms peeked out from under the snow several meters deep, the huge cold almost congealed their blood, and their terrifying faces were covered with the joy of the aftermath of the catastrophe, condensing into a stiff arc in the wind and snow.

Watching the cold wind brush their skin, the tearing pain devouring their nerves, their chests, thighs, and shoulders were all dripping with blood, and the cold breath made them creepy.

The cold air was like a poisonous insect, shuttling through their bodies with ease, tearing their flesh and blood, freezing every inch of their tendons.

In the vast white heaven and earth, a spurt of blood light, and a terrifying evil aura stirred up the raging wind and snow.

Zhao Haochen lay on the ground with palpitations, letting the snowflakes fly and fall on the handsome face, his palms covered with blood-red ice edges were flat, and there was pale powerlessness under the compelling heroic appearance, glancing at the wheezing people, the churning anger in his eyes was like a turbulent sea, turbulent and undulating.

The group stood neatly, with a heavy mood depressed and uncomfortable, lying calmly on the ground with four sword cultivators who had been half buried by the heavy snow, the wail of the heavy snow roared into the distance, and the snowflakes buried all traces.

Zhao Haochen, who had returned to calm, became a little different, scarred, and the words left by the white-clothed men echoed in his mind.

"Tomorrow noon is a great time to slaughter the Heavenly Fate!"

In the empty wasteland, the light was so intense that it blinded people, everything seemed to be still, and only silence remained in the ear holes. On the vast snow, Zhao Haochen's pupils constricted.

Slaughtering the Heavens, is this a huge trap set up for him? Or is it just something they inadvertently revealed?

The former, the latter, he didn't have a choice, he had to rush to Tianyuan before noon tomorrow, there was too much nostalgia there, he couldn't bear it.

The movements of the sword-wielding boy, these people don't know, they are imprisoned in a bloody hell, that is, repeated blood drawing, they are blood slaves, blood is all they have.

Zhao Haochen denied Ling Tian, and still had no clue about the whereabouts of the sword-wielding boy.

He had a faint feeling that a huge conspiracy was brewing, and the Sword Emperor Pavilion was very likely to be the initial stage of this huge conspiracy.

His eyes burst out with two rays of essence, and suddenly shot forward, and he muttered: "Heaven and earth, rivers and lakes!"

At this moment, a vast loneliness emanated from him.

Walking alone in the icy and snowy wasteland, that is, that face, dark and sharp eyebrows, shining eyes hidden in the dark, and under the high bridge of the nose are the delicate lips, slightly pursed, but there is a trace of sharp anger in his eyes, and there is a kind of greatness independent of the vastness, the loneliness of the emperor is nothing more than that.

The soul of the sword in his mind was suddenly stunned, and his face, which was as cold as ten thousand years of ice, was finally like a snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountain, blooming into a beautiful face, and under the cold face was a shallow smile on the lips, lonely and desolate.

After walking for about ten hours, from a distance, Zhao Haochen saw the Tianyuan Town hidden in the snow.

The sun had now risen to the treetops, reflecting the snow and casting the noisy town onto the vast wasteland.

The winter morning was very cold, and the towering trees on the side of the street were shrouded in huge ice crystals, and the huge ice ridges hanging from the treetops shimmered.

Under the bright sunshine, the town, which had been quiet overnight, regained its hustle and bustle. Merchants from the north, south, and west bustled through the streets of the town, and all kinds of goods were placed in horse-drawn carriages.

The Tianyuan Inn standing at the entrance of the town is like a huge signboard, highlighting the prosperity of this town.

He keenly observed that many people in the town were converging towards this inn, and the flow of people was unusual, and his heart hung in the air......