A wind tunnel with clear handwriting appeared in the wind and snow ahead, and even in the dark night, it could be clearly seen that it was a passage left by a person who broke through the air at high speed.

The moment the general was wounded and retreated, a cultivator behind him had already been replaced.

So just when the eldest grandson Qianxue raised his head, a sword tip had already appeared in the wind tunnel.

This sword intent is very strong, like falling with a starry sky, not only is it extremely fast, but the sword intent is like thousands of stars twinkling, and it is impossible to figure out which star is the death star that really brings death.

A person who can display such a sword intent is not a weak person in Changling.

It's just that this cultivator encountered the eldest grandson, Qianxue.

In Changling, Sun Qianxue could easily kill Fan Zhuo, who had followed Bai Shanshui for many years, not to mention that her cultivation itself was the ultimate cold, if there was no Ding Ning's double cultivation assistance, this extreme coldness would be enough to kill herself.

In this extremely cold glacial area, she is like a white mountain water in the water, a real emperor.

She stretched out her right hand, and her jade-like fingers easily caught the tip of the sword that was stabbing at her, and a layer of blue-black frost countless times darker than the color on the glacier here spread backwards along the sword body at an incomparably terrifying speed, and instantly flowed over the attacking cultivators.

With a bang, the attacking cultivators were directly shattered.

Shattered into a cloud of blue-black ice.

The thick darkness seemed to be frozen for a moment.

Gray ice and gravel flew up around the body of the eldest grandson Qianxue, and even the old monk behind him felt the biting cold.

However, the eldest grandson Qianxue's movements did not pause in the slightest, and she simply threw out the sword in her hand.

With a bang, the cultivator who came next through the wind slashed the sword thrown by the eldest grandson Qianxue.

This sword didn't seem to have much power, and it was directly slashed out by this cultivator.

However, the cold air on the sword's body was blowing on the cultivator's body, and the cultivator's body was still moving forward sharply, but in the next moment, there was a loud bang, and it turned into a puddle of broken ice and hit the surface of the lake.

The number of that ghostly army was already small, and the remaining cultivators were not intimidated by such a sight, but the next cultivator who walked out paused inexplicably.

Because the eldest grandson Qianxue is different from the old monk.

As soon as the third cultivator came out and was not yet close, the eldest grandson Qianxue stretched out his hand and shook it.

It was as if she had grasped a sword and drawn it.

A powerful natal aura erupted on the surface of the frozen lake at this time.

This is a natal sword.

The natal sword of the eldest grandson Qianxue really appeared in her hand.

However, the third cultivator facing her didn't see her natal sword at all.

Because his eyes were directly blinded by the oncoming cold wind, and turned into shattered ice beads.

Countless crystal patterns appeared between heaven and earth, like countless snowflakes connected together.

This is the cold wind and all the water vapor on this frozen lake are instantly frozen by the terrifying cold air, as if the space has been frozen and cracked into countless tiny pieces.

The rapid condensation and contraction of the air caused countless tiny explosions between heaven and earth, and the air outside the ice lake flowed naturally, forming a huge whirlwind around the curling stone.

The Nine Nether King Swords appeared in the world after countless years of silence, and they unreservedly unreservedly unleashed their power.

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, wields a sword.

She didn't just aim at this third cultivator, but slashed her sword at the army in front of her with all her might.

This sword is called "Cold Wave".

It's the real tide.

For the first time, the ghostly army was in turmoil, flashing with all sorts of light, but only for a moment.

Then came the sound of countless shatters and gold falling to the ground.

The wind blows.

Fine ice crystals form a gray ice mist.

In the ice mist, the remaining dozens of people no longer existed, and only the one general stood on the surface of the lake with one arm in front of him.

He held a sword in his hand.

The sword was black, small and narrow, and attached to his arm, like an arm shield.

"The Nine Nether King Sword, I didn't expect it to be Miss Gongsun. ”

It seemed too cold, and the general's movements seemed to slow down, and his voice sounded for the first time, appearing distant and young.

Speaking up means being able to talk.

Eldest Sun Qianxue looked at this cultivator who should be very young, and said coldly, "Are you from Changling?"

"If you live in Changling for a long time, you can be regarded as a Changling person, but it can be counted. The general moved slowly and walked towards the eldest grandson Qianxue, and said at the same time.

"It's the army that Zheng Sleeve has been hiding. ”

The Nine Dead Silkworms in Ding Ning's body once again spit out some pure Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, which made his mind more sober, and he finally determined the identity of this army, and whispered behind the eldest grandson Qianxue.

The eldest grandson Qianxue frowned slightly, and her voice was slightly cold, "Killing God Army, Bai Qi?"

The general did not respond.

In such cases, no response is acquiescence.

The God Killing Army is Zheng Sleeve's most treasured army, which is hidden in the mausoleum area all day long.

No one knows the origin of this army, only that the army of the Great Qin Dynasty once had only one purpose, which was to kill Wang Jingmeng.

This is Zheng Sleeve's extremely secret training and hidden army, and even everyone in the Bashan Sword Field at that time did not know the existence of this army.

And before this army matured, a great change had already taken place, and Wang Jingmeng had already died in battle.

Wang Jingmeng died, but this powerful god-killing army survived.

An army trained for the purpose of killing Wang Jingmeng does not mean that it can actually kill Wang Jingmeng.

But the hundreds of people just now are enough to show their strength.

If such an army returns to the former Changling, it can at least ensure that Wang Jingmeng will never be able to enter the palace back then.

This is definitely a team that Zheng Sleeve regards as a treasure, and it has not grown up completely more than ten years ago, but today it has matured and is terrifying to a certain extent.

Now Zheng Sleeve has smashed this army here... Even the eldest grandson, Qianxue, who is not good at thinking about conspiracy, already knows what Zheng Sleeve wants to do.

Her voice was even colder: "Zheng Sleeve also wants this sword, and Zheng Sleeve also lacks a particularly powerful natal sword. ”

Ding Ning took a slow breath.

He also understood why this army had been able to get here one step ahead of them.

Because of Gu Huai.

Gu Huai told him before he died that this sword was not in the Lingxu Sword Gate, but that didn't mean that Gu Huai didn't know where this sword might be.

He and Zheng Sleeve probably already suspected that this sword might be in this glacier at the very edge of Donghu.

Therefore, Zheng Sleeve launched a war against the Wu clan, in addition to continuing the Heavenly Divine Technique, in addition to the ancestral land, there is actually a deepest hidden secret, which is here, this sword!

That battle against the Wu clan was not only to attract the attention of the Wu clan and Donghu, but also to attract the Great Chu Dynasty and attract the attention of the Minshan Sword Sect, so that this god-killing army could reach here without knowing it!

If there had not been the assassination of An Baoshi, if An Baoshi's body had not been washed into the plateau tundra under the glacier, it would not have happened to be discovered by the herdsmen of Donghu... Then this sword will only fall into Zheng Sleeve's hands.

Ding Ning felt a chill and also felt lucky.

It's just that he was puzzled too.

He changed his voice slightly, and said, "Thirteen or fourteen years ago, how old were you and all the people in this god-killing army?

The will that this army had shown before could only come from hatred, not from Zheng Sleeve's imposition.