All the snow flies from furious to still.

The lake's ice left countless crater-like depressions in the flames of falling talismans.

The wooden staff in the old monk's hand fell back to the ice.

The tip of the cane had pierced too much flesh in a short period of time, and it had rubbed sharply against the bones and had a high temperature, and when it touched the ice, it snorted and emitted a white smoke.

The old monk got the true inheritance of the former Bashan Sword Field, and his combat power took a big step towards the highest place in the world, and the whole person was in an inexplicable joy and excitement, but at this time, he frowned unconsciously.

In the darkness and flying ice chips ahead, a figure slowly walked out.

The man's face was covered with a thick black cloth, and he carried two long swords, one cyan and one red, which glittered in the darkness, and stood out more than himself.

This man was the lieutenant general who had previously stood beside the general at the head of the army.

As the lieutenant general moved forward, the ghostly army, led by the general and the sergeant behind him, remained absolutely silent, and no one made a movement or a sound.

There was a soft thud.

Two long swords are unsheathed at the same time.

The long sword body with the cyan hilt is red, but the long sword with the red hilt is cyan, which looks extremely strange in the dark.

The lieutenant crossed his hands and held his sword, his steps were silent, but they were getting faster and faster, and the two swords quickly turned into two bands of light in the darkness.

A solemn look appeared between the old monk's eyebrows.

He took a step forward, raised his staff, his arm naturally stretched straight, and the wooden staff instantly turned into a pure straight line, piercing the center of the lieutenant's eyebrows.

There was a pop pop.

The lieutenant's eyebrows were easily pierced, and the power on the tip of the staff penetrated deep into his skull, but even though the tip of the staff that had just been cooled by the ice surface brought out traces in the pupils of the lieutenant's eyes, and the strong pressure even caused the pupils to deform and sink inward, the lieutenant still did not change any movements.

He just let the old monk pierce his eyebrows, and still carried out his sword posture.

The wrinkles on the old monk's forehead deepened for a few minutes, and he didn't make any extra movements, and with that slight explosion, the power that came out of the tip of his staff had already cut off all the vitality of the lieutenant.

However, the afterglow of his eyes fell on the sides of his chest and abdomen.

Two cracks appeared on his greasy monk's robe.

Inside the crack was his steel-purple skin, with two shallow white marks on it.

The tip of the staff broke away from the center of the adjutant general's eyebrows and fell naturally, and the body of the adjutant fell backwards as the tip of the staff touched the ice.

The old monk's gaze was level ahead.

The ghostly army moved, but only one more.

A cultivator dressed in the same clothes as the lieutenant general crossed the leader and walked alone towards the old monk along the path that the lieutenant general had walked.

The old monk's perception stretched endlessly along the ice.

He didn't know anything about this army, and he couldn't judge the rank of these people, but it was the extremely subtle difference in momentum, and his perception and the lieutenant general he had just killed had already told him a lot of things.

The lieutenant he had just killed was the second man in this ghostly army.

Although the fight with him was unfazed at that moment, and there was not even any violent collision of vitality, the lieutenant was able to cut through his monk's robe and leave a mark on his body.

Just this result has surpassed any strong person he encountered in the Donghu Imperial Palace.

What's more, he is stronger today than when he went to the Donghu Palace.

The number two of an army far surpasses the powerful grandmasters in the Donghu Palace, which is enough to prove the strength of this army.

But the most important thing is that the lieutenant was the first to come to his death, just to open the way with death.

Make the way with death, and you follow.

Ding Ning's brows also furrowed deeply.

He has seen a lot of troops.

However, he had never seen such an army.

The old monk's mood did not fluctuate at all, for him, all the meaning of life was to become Ding Ning's attendant, so in the face of such an army at this time, in addition to admiring the strength and ruthlessness of the other party, there was no difference between killing people and breaking a cake and drinking a bowl of tea.

All he had to think about was how to reduce the damage caused to him by the other party as much as possible and save his physical strength as much as possible.

Even the thin air resistance became an important aspect for him to consider at this time.

So he didn't even move a finger, and waited until the second man in the ghost-like army approached him, and then his wooden staff was raised again and stabbed out.

The tip of the staff pierced the opponent's heart veins with precision, and the power was between the bones and the weakest flesh pierced the opponent's heart.

However, as soon as the power penetrated, the cultivator in front of him had already disappeared.

There was a dull roar between heaven and earth.

The cultivator's body exploded from the inside out.

What this cultivator did was to walk in front of the old monk, and before the old monk could kill him, he exploded all the true yuan and heaven and earth yuan qi that had accumulated in his body.

There were countless snapping sounds on the old monk's body.

It's like a stone hitting a fragile window paper.

There were many more holes in his robes, and there were many more marks on his purple-black skin in the holes.

The eldest grandson, Qianxue's breathing, paused.

Her face turned pale, and she felt like she wanted to vomit.

Especially when she saw the many marks on the old monk's body, the sea of qi in her body began to vibrate.

However, at this moment, Ding Ning shook her hand and shook his head at her.

The eldest grandson Qianxue inhaled slowly, and the vibration of the sea of qi disappeared.

The old monk naturally sensed her desire to help, but he didn't turn around, but took another step forward.

In the darkness, a third man walked.

This man uses a flying sword.

When the flying sword flew out more than ten zhang away from the old monk, the third person was already dead.

Because this cultivator forced out all the true elements in his body at this moment and poured them into this sword.

The crimson sword burned completely, and fell like a meteorite on a straight line towards the old monk.

The old monk simply turned his body sideways.

The power of the flying sword swept away several rags on his body, and it flew far past the edge of the frozen lake behind the old monk, pierced into the glacier behind him, and then let out an earth-shattering explosion.

The ice chips on the ice began to jump.

The fourth practitioner came.

It was a giant who was much taller than the average human, and he was dragging a huge hammer in his hand.

As the practitioner raised the hammer in his hand, the tip of the old monk's staff pierced through his heart.

The hammer fell, smashing a deep pit in front of the old monk, and countless ice and snow fragments splashed up and fell on the old monk's body.

Then came the fifth, the sixth... A thrilling frequency, after one person is killed, immediately another person walks up to the old monk and is killed again.

One practitioner after another came in silence and died.