The old monk's wooden staff became heavy.

The heaviness comes from the exertion of his physical strength, from the will of these dead soldiers.

The realm of these dead soldiers is far from him, and the sword intent or the explosive power of the cultivator who committed suicide by blasting all the true elements in his body is also because of the old monk's choice, so it is possible to fall on the old monk's body.

For the old monk's body, the power that could leave a mark on his skin was no different from someone taking a spoon and tapping it on him.

Just in order to save physical strength as much as possible, the old monk controls his consumption to the extreme, and sometimes when he casts the staff, he would rather suffer damage like a spoon strike, and reduce the output consumption of the true element as much as possible.

It's just that no matter how small the damage is, it is a damage after all.

More exhaustion also comes from a high level of mental concentration.

The purpose of every cultivator who came was not to survive, but to harvest the tip of the rod that gave him his life, and the last blow before death was not to worry about his life or death at all, but to hurt him as much as possible.

If he didn't concentrate, then these cultivators, who were much lower than his realm, with such a will, could really cause him serious harm.

As the wooden staff became heavy, the old monk's skin began to heat inside, and his breathing gradually became hot.

On the dark side, the ghostly army has become sparsely numbered.

However, the eyes of the cultivators who kept walking in front of the old monk to die were still calm, and there was even an incomprehensible sense of indifference.

The only difference is the general who always stands at the forefront of the army.

His eyes were full of confidence and flickered with a frenzied glow, like a fire burning under the ice.

There was already blood flowing between his lips and teeth under his masked black scarf.

By the time the first lieutenant stepped forward to die, his snow-white teeth had bitten his own lip, but he felt no pain at all.

The physical perception of pain seemed to him to be non-existent.

He possessed a vision that was incomparable to that of any cultivator, and in this thick darkness, he could even see every movement of the old monk.

At this time, he just watched the old monk's every attack, every trajectory of the wooden staff walking in the dark.

Time is actually very short.

But one after another strong will disappears, and one after another fresh lives continue to die with this kind of cold will that people can't understand at all, but it makes time extremely long.

The number of people behind the leader of this general is already extremely scarce, and there are only a few dozen people left.

However, suddenly, he didn't know what shadow was caught in his eyes, and his gray eyes suddenly brightened.

His body just began to move slightly, and a sergeant behind him who was about to walk out keenly felt the changes in the qi on his body, and he instantly stopped.

Then the leader of the group began to move.

The tip of the old monk's staff had just withdrawn from the chest of a practitioner.

The blood oozing from this cultivator's heart was instantly frozen by the extreme cold.

The front end of the old monk's wooden staff still maintained a very high temperature because of the sharp flow and friction of the heaven and earth vitality, so a few drops of blood in the heart were still sticky at the tip of the staff at this time.

The sergeants in front of him might be more appropriately described as cultivators and dead soldiers... Their two hundred and dozens of corpses were piled up together, even if they couldn't be compared to the corpses of the thousands of strong men who fought in Changling back then, they had already piled up on the ice and formed a hill.

The moving general quickly passed through the cold air, and just when the few drops of sticky blood on the tip of the old monk's staff were about to fall and condense, the figure of this general was appearing at the top of this corpse mountain.

The old monk Huo Ran raised his head.

The qi induction between the strong people could not be described in words, even if the aura that bloomed on this general's body at this time did not seem to be any different from those cultivators he had killed before, but he intuitively felt extremely dangerous.

Without any hesitation, he took another step forward.

This step is the distance of dozens of steps for ordinary people, directly to the foot of the corpse mountain.

He stepped out of his right foot, and the moment the sole of his right foot fell, a powerful force exploded the ice surface that was not known how many feet deep, and the heat of the hot lake below had not yet spurted out of the ice, and all the corpses, including the corpses of the snow calves around them, which had already been like ice sculptures, had all been shocked and flew up.

With the power of this step, the old monk's body surged with a majestic force to the extreme, and his staff screeched, as if it carried the entire hot lake under his feet, and stabbed towards the general who fell from the corpse in the rain.

The wooden staff travels through the space so fast that the picture of it all comes to a near standstill.

However, the figure of the general flickered between the flying corpses, disappeared in an instant, and reappeared in front of the old monk.

A piece of ice suddenly accelerated along his outstretched fingers, bearing the power exerted by him and the surrounding heaven and earth, and stretched towards the center of the old monk's eyebrows.

The old monk's pupils contracted suddenly.

At this time, his true cultivation was second only to Yuan Wu, and he was taught by Ding Ning, that is, Yuan Wu and he jointly produced a sword, and it was impossible for him to be as fast, but at this time, he was sure that the ice sword that this ice flake turned into would be faster than his staff.

The sharp flow of vitality around the two sides and the dryness in their bodies clearly reminded him that the other party's general was the true grandmaster of the Seven Realms, and it was not an ordinary Seven Realms, and the most important thing was that the other party seemed to see through his sword moves, and saw through the state of his body with extreme accuracy.

His physical exertion was too intense, and his shot was already slower than before.

This general is different from those who send the dead, and is a rare grandmaster.

The general saw through his sword moves.

The combination of these numbers is enough to defeat him.

There was a bang.

The old monk's left foot also burst out with incredible power, and it had been splattered out piece by piece by the cracked ice.

The old monk's body fell backwards at a terrifying speed, and the direction of the tip of the staff in his hand changed slightly.

Two soft snorts.

Under the old monk's neck, a sword wound appeared on his left shoulder.

The general's left palm is protected in front of the center of his eyebrows, and the center of his left palm is completely pierced.

Two clouds of blood mist floated in the air for a moment, and then they were frozen into red powder by the cold, and they fell one after another.

The old monk struck on the ice with both feet, retreated more than ten steps in a row, and retreated in front of Ding Ning.

The general looked indifferently at the old monk and Ding Ning and the eldest grandson Qianxue in the air, and his body flew backwards like a flying kite, landing in front of the ghost army, which was already small in number.

The wooden staff in the old monk's hand fell to the ground, and he trembled continuously.

The heat and ice flakes on the ground kept flying upwards, as if the whole hot lake was about to fly upwards.

"Who the hell is it?"

The eldest grandson Qianxue took a deep breath and looked at Ding Ning, who had an extremely solemn face, and asked.

"It's not Chu. ”

Ding Ning said slowly.

Previously, he said to the eldest grandson Qianxue and the old monk that this was from the Great Chu army, and it was also him who said that he was not from Chu at this time.

However, the eldest grandson Qianxue did not feel strange because of this.

Anyone's judgment will change because of the change of the other party.

"Very strong. ”

Ding Ning looked at her again and said very seriously.

The old monk coughed lightly, coughing up some blood, he wanted to pull up the wooden stick inserted under the ice, but Ding Ning looked at him and shook his head, "Don't make any more moves, you won't be able to go down this glacier if you make another move, and you won't be able to go back." ”

The old monk nodded, but did not insist.

This is a very objective matter, and any cultivator who wants to survive in such a place must consider that his true essence and physical strength can support him to the point where he can go back and walk out of this glacier along the path he came.

He raised his head, following the wind flow formed by the general's fall back through the air, sensing the general's presence.

The general was also wounded.

But the other party's injury seems to be a calculated price.

The other party still has the strength to fight again, and the blow just now is the result that the general needs to get in exchange for sacrificing so many people.

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, raised his head.

She took a step forward.

She proudly stood in front of the old monk and Ding Ning.

She was proud not only because she was one of the strongest nuns in the world at the moment, but also because she had always lived according to her own will and never succumbed to the will of others.

That's true pride.

Noble.