readx; The Northern Snowy Lands, a legendary place, is said to be the only entrance to the Lethe River. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The mystery of the snow region lies not in its walls that will not melt for 10,000 years, nor in its towering glaciers, nor in its ancient and mysterious witchcraft, but only in the mystery of the snow people who have lived here for generations.

If he can't stop Ye Wuxin from going to the snowy region, then let him die on the way to the snowy region. This is the order of the king of the nest, and the jealous moon remembers very clearly, when he said this, the king of the nest had a mysterious smile on his face, which gave people a very cruel feeling.

The suffocatingly clear eyes, the noble temperament from beginning to end, and the indifference with an unmoving expression when killing people have all made Jealous Yue have such a strange idea for a long time: Maybe that man was a fox living in the desert in his last life.

What Jealous Yue was worried about was whether he could catch Ye Wuxin this time, but at this time, King Beijing was thinking about what kind of pose he would put on when he died.

If there is anything more terrible in the world than death, it is waiting for death.

Beijing Palace, the fourth day after Ye Wuxin left.

The wind at night blew the leaves on the branches, and King Beijing didn't like late autumn, although he joined the "Lethe" in the same season, and he also met Ye Feng, Xiao Duan, the old man of the teahouse, Tang Zheng, these brothers for life.

But unfortunately, now that the dead are gone, the living still want to kill him.

The door of the house was closed, and the silence in the courtyard was as dim as water and moonlight, as if it was covered with a light veil of gray and white.

Three days ago, members of the "Eagle Group" in Shuzhong came to report that "Prince Zhong has sent the "Four Heavenly Kings" and the "Thirteen Iron-blooded Eagles" to reach the Central Plains in the near future, and the target is this "elk" in the Central Plains. ”

Count the day to be tonight.

"If you live, remember to help my son on the road to Lethe, to do what a swordsman should do, and to walk the path that a swordsman must take. Thirty years ago, this was what Ye Feng once said to him with a smile.

"Yes. What we can't change, maybe your son may be better than you. ”

"Or maybe he's just a piece of waste. Hahahaha"

It was this promise between talking and laughing that made King Beijing change from a prodigal son of the rivers and lakes to a courtier of the Son of Heaven. For decades, the smoke of officialdom not only erased his pride, but also concealed his identity as a Jianghu person. Everyone knows that there is a King of Beijing in the world, but they don't know his original name - Ouyang Qiancuo.

The hundred-year reincarnation of Lethe Sword Dao has begun, and it is time for him to be free. The trust of the deceased has been made, and now even if it is death, it is worth it!

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, the window lattices are blowing loudly, and the late autumn wind is a mad beast, especially in the north.

The mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings, ticking, it's raining. Heaven and earth have been paired with the most rhythmic drumbeats and an unparalleled stage for the upcoming battle.

"Bang!" the door opened, and a gust of wind mixed with the smell of rain came over the pavement.

In the blink of an eye, the iron-blooded thirteen eagles, the four heavenly kings - fire, wind, thunder, and lightning - instantly crowded this study that did not look big.

"You guys are still here, Prince Zhong is really punctual. ”

"The prince has an order, don't kill him. "The man who spoke was none other than Agni, the head of the Four Heavenly Kings.

King Beijing did not speak, turned around and took off the "beauty picture" on the wall, and gently put it on the table, which was a gift from his wife. Then flew out.

The crowd followed.

"You can't kill me, Prince Zhong really looks down on me as an old man. ”

"Then you can try!" Agni shouted, his hands like red-hot charcoal, and rushed towards the King of Beijing on the roof.

Ben Lei turned behind the King of Beijing at the same speed, and the wind fell from the sky, and the lightning went straight down the plate.

The cooperation of the four brothers has always been very tacit, and they have hardly missed a beat. This is also the reason why Prince Zhong sent them out of the mountain.

The Iron-Blooded Thirteen Eagle looked at each other coldly, and didn't seem to plan to make a move. Although they are known as the Thirteen Eagles, there are only two of them. At first, I thought that this name could be scary, so I simply called it.

If the Four Heavenly Kings died, then the credit for this time would all belong to their brothers, and in turn, the two of them would have to ask for credit and reward.

The tiles on the roof flew rapidly in the air, the thunder became louder and louder, and the attacks of the four people became more and more ruthless, fast and accurate.

The fire is coming with a throat lock!

Thunder Fist slashes down into the air!

The wind is coming like the wind!

The lightning knife is whirling and smashing!

King Beijing retreated in defeat, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, his originally neat hair became messy, and his clean robe had already been torn and stained with blood. There are enemies, but more of their own.

"I said, you can't kill me. "King Beijing seems to have broken free from some kind of restraint and returned to the swordsman of the rivers and lakes thirty years ago, Ouyang Qiancuo.

Fly back on the offensive!

The Four Heavenly Kings were caught in a bitter battle, and all their moves seemed to lose their effect in an instant.

"Do you know why I don't use a sword?" King Beijing's face became distorted and hideous.

"Because I am an indestructible sword. "King Beijing repelled the flames at close range, turned over in the air and kicked lightning back, raised his arm to hit the thunder, and finally took the wind directly. Elegant and perfect in one go.

The Four Heavenly Kings retreated after being defeated, and they couldn't understand how an old guy who was almost a good year old could still fight like this.

Another mouthful of blood spat out, staining the splash of rain red, and the King of Beijing fell from the sky, splashing with a splash.

The Four Heavenly Kings surrounded him, not daring to step forward easily, and they were not lightly injured.

"The prince didn't say that you came to see the play. Agni said as he looked at the Iron-Blooded Thirteen Eagles beside him.

"Big brother, why does this sound so harsh!" Iron Blood looked at the Thirteen Eagles next to him.

Thirteen Eagles' eyes flashed with murderous aura, and said, "If you dare to say more, I don't mind giving the four of you brothers a ride first." ”

"You!" Ben Lei said angrily.

It was too easy for the Iron-Blooded Thirteen Eagles to kill the four of them, and it was completely possible to push everything onto King Beijing, cleanly and without leaving a trace.

"When we're done, we're all on good terms!" said Tempest hatefully.

"You don't have to bother with this. Iron Blood smiled, rolled up his long sleeves, and in the dark night, two bright lights immediately flashed.

The thing, called "Blood Hook", was his weapon.

The two walked over slowly, looking at the King of Beijing on the ground, who didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a move, it was easy to kill the prey, but it was happy to play with the prey.

The rain poured in and ran down their black cloaks.

Iron Will, Thirteen Eagles, they're going to kill.

"Boom" a loud sound came from the sky, from far and near...

And King Beijing, who was lying on the ground at this moment, did not show any trace of fear on his face, the corners of his mouth rose and he smiled.