Full of smug laughter, echoing in Peng Yong's ears.

Peng Yong stood on the city wall and looked at the battlefield under the tower fort.

In the midst of the black armor, in a snow-white ice field, there are three hundred ice sculptures.

Surrounded by ice sculptures, Liu Li, whose body was pierced by dozens of weapons, was surrounded by thick ice into an ice mound.

Turning around, Peng Yong faced the direction where the laughter came from.

His bloodshot eyes pierced his gaze at the soldiers gathered in front of him, holding their weapons nervously.

Stopped on You's self-smirking face.

stopped at Yu Ruo's face.

From the crowd of soldiers on the tower fort, towards the city wall, arrows were fired.

The arrows were still sparse, and there were many archers, who didn't have time to turn the arrows.

Towards the flying arrows, the corners of Peng Yong's mouth curled up and he laughed.

Then, he turned to Yu Ruo and said in a voice that the other party could hear: "Before, I'm really sorry. ”

After speaking, Peng Yong jumped off the city wall.

The laughter stopped.

Sporadic arrows flew out of the city walls.

Peng Yong clung to the city wall and fell towards the city, his bare skin and the silver armor with the shape of a brute tiger, and a faint red light formed a thin curtain.

His feet fell to the ground, the soles of his feet sank into the soil, Peng Yong leaned, bent his knees, and the arm of his left hand was diagonally in front of his body.

Towards the snow, his feet jumped up with all his might, and the ground cracked beneath his feet.

The cracks are vertical and horizontal, like tortoise shells.

Peng Yong turned into a phantom and rushed into the army.

As a result, the red-like vitality began to spread in the black armor forest.

Peng Yong continued to assault, and the scorching vitality mixed with huge palm power knocked away countless flesh bodies that stood in the way.

Countless weapons fell on Peng Yong's undefended body.

Stray arrows, sword blades, simple knives.

Halberds, lances, spears, spears.

All of them left scars on Peng Yong's body.

Many scars, white bones looming under the skin.

However, no blood came out of these scars.

During the march, Peng Yong, who showed an eager look on his face, held the five fingers of his hands inward, in the shape of claws.

Red light flows in the claws.

The claws continued to clasp each other, and from the void at the inner grip, a tiger roar came out.

The faint tiger face appeared in front of Peng Yong's every palm.

The tiger's face is hideous, and the tiger roars constantly.

The Red Tiger kept moving forward.

Peng Yong kept moving forward.

Finally, Peng Yong blocked a spear that stabbed at him, and his hideous tiger face pierced through the last soldier standing in front of him.

Peng Yong stood in front of the ice.

As soon as he stood on his feet, his indifferent figure became solid.

Stepping forward, Peng Yong walked in.

Walking through the side of countless ice sculptures, Peng Yong came to the ice mound surrounded by ice sculptures.

Look at the bulging ice mounds in front of you.

Look at the familiar figure in the ice mound.

Look at the long poles with countless handles inserted into the ice mounds and covered with cold snow.

Tears filled his eyes, and Peng Yong, in the sadness gushing in his heart, the vitality that remained in his body began to flow along a specific vein.

Blood poured from his wounds all over his body.

A biting chill seeped through the soles of his legs.

Peng Yong fell to his knees, and countless blood dripped to the ground.

Blood fell on the ice.

The blood began to burn.

The red curtain barrier spread from Peng Yong's body to the surroundings, and the curtain barrier covered the entire ice field.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Outside the ice, the archers gave orders.

A rain of arrows flew out, and the rain of arrows fell on the red curtain.

It was like falling on an iron gate.

"Ding, ding, ding......!"

The crisp sound of a needle tip falling to the ground kept coming from the curtain barrier.

Countless stray arrows broke on the red curtain, and the shafts of arrows lay on the ground.

Countless bird feathers flutter in the air.

In the red curtain, the fire is on the blood, and the blood is on the ice.

At high temperatures, the ice begins to melt.

Murmuring water swirls through cracks in the ice.

The flowing water pushed away the shaft of the arrow on the ground, and the jet-black bird feathers fell on the flowing water.

Toba floated on the water

Blood spreads in water, and fire spreads in blood.

Blood dissolves in water, and fire dissolves in water.

Steaming smoke rose into the sky.

The fire spread in the red curtain, and the biting cold air was scorched into flowing water.

Peng Yong knelt on the ground, holding Liu Li's body.

Flames crept up his body with blood, but he didn't move.

In the sky, a dazzling blue light passed through the white clouds, accompanied by a thunderous sound.

A severed arm, with no palm and crushed armor, fell from the sky.

Scattered snow and ice, mixed with fine debris, fell from the sky.

In the red curtain, flames crawled all over Peng Yong's body.

The curtain barrier made up of vitality is gone.

Without the obstruction of the air curtain, countless arrows fell into the water.

Countless arrows were stuck in the burning corpses that were parked in the water.

Arrows rain down, dense and seamless.

The flames on the corpse were eventually extinguished.

The water that flowed on the ground soaked into the earth.

All that was left was a dark bird feather and three hundred and two corpses full of arrows.

In sporadic snow.

In Caoyun County, next to the most majestic and wide spire attic, there is a Taoist temple.

The roof of the temple is spread out with straw, which is tied with straw ropes.

In the sun, it appears a golden yellow.

In the main hall of the Taoist temple, on a cyan boulder, there is a stone statue of a Taoist holding a lotus canopy.

In front of the stone statue, there is a tribute table, and in addition to the tribute, there is also a small incense tripod on the table.

There are a lot of incense sticks in the ding.

Some of the incense had burned out, leaving a handful of wooden poles on the white ash at the bottom.

Some incense is burning.

Curling light smoke rises from the burning incense sticks.

A young Taoist wearing a pure blue Taoist robe with a yin and yang fish pattern painted on the back, holding three one-foot-long incense sticks in both hands, was standing in front of the tribute table.

The Taoist head was tied in a protruding bun to the right, and a dragon-shaped hairpin as green as jade was inserted diagonally into the bun.

The Taoist closed his eyes, his skin as white as clotted fat, and under the high bridge of his nose, his thin lips were tightly pursed.

A gust of wind poured into the main hall.

The wind lifted the corner of the blue robe.

The wind continued to blow, forming stretching waves on the robe.

The Taoist opened his eyes, and he shook his hands.

As a result, the top of the long incense held in both hands appeared in the wind.

Misty smoke rises.

The Taoist bowed to the stone statue, took a few steps forward, and inserted the burning incense into the incense ding.

After inserting the long incense, the Taoist bowed down and retreated to the door of the Taoist hall.

A middle-aged man dressed in pure white with a robe with a yin-yang fish pattern painted on his back was standing outside the door.

The middle-aged man held a jade box in both hands, his hair was scattered, and stood by the doorpost.

The color of the jade box is like mutton fat, white and flawless.

The young Taoist straightened his waist again and turned around.

He faced the door, his eyes staring straight ahead.

The middle-aged man with a thick beard on his cheeks bowed down, held the jade box with both hands to the young Taoist whose face was obviously much younger, and said, "Senior brother." ”

The young man tapped his chin lightly, looked towards the sky with a slightly arrogant face, and straightened his right hand.

He spread out the palm of his right hand.

A blue light came from the sky.

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