The wind was whistling in his ears, and the whirring sound forced his skull to burst, but he had no strength left to separate it.

Countless monks were killed, and the black clothes were dyed dark red, and the disgusting smell of blood penetrated into the nose even if it was galloping.

Fleeing all the way, there were hundreds of pursuers at first, and there are still hundreds today. Those who dare to chase and kill are all ascetics, silent and stoic, even if they watch their fellow disciples being killed, there is no superfluous expression on their faces. Killing Su Fu has become their only thought, and if they don't achieve their goal, they will not give up.

Su Fu landed on a hill, looking into the distance, and did not seem to chase him. I didn't dare to be careless, and my knowledge was still shrouded in the range. It has only been more than a dozen times to fight out of the encirclement, and there are always pursuers who can go around to the front to intercept. Although the aura is not dry, the essence, qi, and spirit are constantly being consumed, and it is becoming more and more difficult to break through.

There is also an old monk Fahui, who always feels that he is not an ordinary Zen master first-class, so he has repeatedly broken through, and half of his minds are wary of him.

Taking out the jade seal, he saw that the black qi disappeared a corner, and he smiled coldly, he was afraid that the retribution had fallen on the disciples of the two sects of Fatai and Fahua, thinking about this, he was slightly happy in his heart.

Put away the jade seal and start meditating.

It didn't take long for him to recover some of his strength, and the sword light enveloped him, still heading towards the Endless Sea.

He pressed the sword light very low, this was not to avoid the monk, the higher in the sky, the thicker and crisper the ice cloud became. At this moment, he couldn't waste a drop of his spirit to stimulate the aura to protect his body, because that bit of energy might become the last straw that deprived him of his vitality.

At low altitudes, it's a little more comfortable, and it's easier to concentrate.

Left and right, thousands of miles in range, are a stretch of snow-capped mountains. I vaguely remember that behind the snow-capped mountains, there was a small mountain village, which was the first village he encountered when he stepped on the Mirage Islands, as long as he crossed this snow-capped mountain, thousands of miles behind it were flat wilderness, and with the speed of the sword, he should be able to escape the monks' pursuit and interception.

After flying for a while, although it was low, there was a large ice cloud in front of it, blocking the way.

As a last resort, I had to press the flying sword down again, and the cold wind like ice blades blew through the dark red robe, but it seemed to have directly cut the skin of the body, and the demon body couldn't help but feel pain.

Although he had condensed one hundred and eight Heavenly Yuan Zhengang, he had been reborn, and without spiritual power to protect his body, he still couldn't withstand the cold of the extreme west.

Through the thick ice clouds, my vision was clear again, and I saw a snow-capped mountain bordering the ice clouds not far ahead. There are cedar trees on it, and most of the branches and leaves are covered with falling snow, which dyes it silver.

The cedars stretch for dozens of miles, densely distributed in clusters. The cold wind is unstoppable, but the branches of these cedars are still strong and strong, stubbornly fighting against the cold.

Su Fu was slightly distracted, and his eyes suddenly blurred. His mind suddenly lifted, pressed the flying sword, and listened intently to the movements around him.

The surroundings were quiet, and even the sound of the wind did not know when it stopped.

Shaoqing's eyes reopened, and he saw that the ice clouds above his head had changed their nature at some point, which made him feel frequent alarms. His heart was slightly cold, and the sword seal slashed a piece of sword qi, submerging into the ice clouds, but it did not even stir up a trace of waves, like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no sound.

When we probe our knowledge, it is as if we are stuck in a mudslide, and not only are we unable to discern its nature, but it is almost difficult to extricate ourselves, and it seems that our mind is about to be sucked into an unknowable place, and it takes a lot of effort to regain our knowledge.

Not only in front of him, but also the ice clouds on the left and right as far as the eye can see, all of them have changed their nature. Apart from this cedar forest, there is no way forward. Although there is a way to retreat, but the rear is the Lotus Sect, how can it retreat?

"What a big battle!" Seeing that Fahua was so fanfare, Su Fu couldn't help but sneer, and shouted lightly towards the cedar forest: "Those who hide their heads and tails, still haven't come out?"

In the cedar forest, hundreds of monks turned out, distributed in front of Su Fu, forming an impermeable human wall.

Then, snowflakes fell from the sky. The ice clouds like a sea of mud, condensed a little ice flower, began to fall, little by little, like its tears, like its howling cold wind, like its cry, and I don't know who to mourn.

Su Fu's face was as pale as ice flowers, his eyes were pale like a pool of fresh water, clear and quiet, and there were some imperceptible mockery. He tore hard, tore off the bloody clothes on his body, and calmly draped a moon-white robe.

The crescent moon is the same, and I don't know where the joy and sorrow come from.

At this time, the mind is at peace, and the body is slightly transparent, as if it wants to merge with this silver-white world.

"The flowers and branches are not left, the light rain washes the autumn, and every qiē is very good......" Looking at the snowflakes falling, Su Fu sank into the unfinished realization again.

Epiphany, a flash of inspiration, and blessings to the soul are all rare opportunities for monks. Although the time is short, he has seen too much along the way.

"You have committed an unforgivable sin, and if you go back with us, you will be allowed to live for a hundred years. ”

In the group, a bearded Zen master, about the realm of the Bodhisattva of Minda, held in his hand a tin staff that was the same as the guard in the secret passage, with a total of six rings, and as he moved, it made a crisp sound of tinkling bells.

It is not pleasant, but the sound is crisp, and it travels far, far away.

"In this life, there will always be times when people are stupid. Su Fu's voice was ethereal, as if it had fallen from the Nine Heavens, and spread far and wide, "Wouldn't it be boring if you always did something smart? So he chose to die and let me live. Because I always like to do smart things......"

"You're murderers......" His eyes suddenly sharpened, "I'm ...... too"

Before the sound fell, he lost his figure in place, leaving a deep footprint.

Next to the bearded Zen master, there was an iron tower-like arhat, and at some point, he attached the Heavenly Eye, and took two diagonal steps, using his tall body to block.

With a chuckle, Su Fu rushed forward at the same time, reached into the void, held the hilt of Manzhu Shahua's sword, and choked with a clear roar, no one saw it, only the cold mang, and the blood suddenly sprayed into the sky.

The arhat was divided into two, like a signal, the bearded Zen master glared angrily, and the Dharma body was strong, and the tin staff was wrapped in wind and thunder and smashed down heavily.

Manzhu Sawa lay across his head and slammed the ground with a thump, and Su Fu took advantage of this to slide backwards, holding a sword in his right hand and dancing with the sword mark in his left hand on the way, and three more monks fell in a pool of blood along the way.

Su Fu's speed is as fast as a ghost, and the Zen master in the field is afraid of hurting his fellow disciples and is restrained.

The figure did not stop, and a "swastika" suddenly came over on the side, and I vaguely heard the nine-character mantra.

Su Fu swung a sword sideways, rolling a few snowflakes, like fragments of moonlight, and sneered at the monk's skull. As soon as the figures fell together, they fell into the group of monks who rushed in.

Manzhu Sawa stabbed left and right, and when he moved, he was accompanied by sword qi like a shadow, tearing apart the Buddha power that struck, and the sword mark in his left hand was swayed at will, and there was always a sword light at an inadvertent angle, cutting people in half.

For a while, as if entering a no-man's land, all the monks did not have his one enemy, and in a dazzling effort, dozens of monks fell into the snow, and the hot blood and melted snow gathered into a river.

"Stop him!"

The bearded Zen master was shocked and angry, seeing Su Fu break through the encirclement and rush into the cedar forest like a cheetah, all the people who tried to stop him often fell to the ground inexplicably as soon as their eyes flickered.

"Humph!"

His right foot stomped heavily on the ground, within a radius of hundreds of zhang, and suddenly sent out a wave of shaking mountains, incomparably powerful, inexplicably shattering Su Fu's consciousness that poked out of his body.

But if you have knowledge, it is the sword domain. The consciousness was shattered, not only the sword domain was shattered, Su Fu's face was like gold paper, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, golden blood, hot as fire, melting the snow into a big pit.

"Want to run?" The bearded Zen master sneered, followed a step, his body shuttled through the void limit, and Dou Ran came behind Su Fu, who was still unsteady on his feet, and the tin staff made a splitting mountain, seeing that he was about to hit Su Fu.

Su Fu's ugly face flashed a sly smile, and his body suddenly crashed into the arms of the bearded Zen master, and with a muffled sound, Manzhu Sawa pierced his heart, stirred a few times, and blood exploded from the wound, spraying all over his face.

"Cast a good tire in the next life!"

Leaving this sentence indifferently, his figure flashed a few times, and he had already shaken off the remnants of the monk.

Running for several miles, his feet were soft, and he kept rolling forward, and there was a slope in front of him, and he went straight to the bottom of the slope, and he couldn't help but spit blood. In order to break through this encirclement, the price he paid was too great.

Forcibly endured the sharp pain in his heart, he forced his knowledge to come out again, and the pursuers soon came, he couldn't stay for half a moment, he got up forcefully, and rushed forward again.

However, within a few miles, hundreds of monks poured out of the pine forest in front of them. This time, there was no noise, and the leading Zen master took the lead with an expressionless face.

Su Fu's eyes were blood-red, and he stood with his sword in his hand, chanting softly like the wind: "The sword light tonight is extraordinarily bright, and you don't think it's true." ”

As soon as the words fell, the red river suddenly rose, collided with the Zen master who hit him head-on, and froze for several breaths, and the latter turned into powder before he could scream. The Red River is like a thousand mountains full of snow, with Su Fu as the sharp arrow, and like a dragon out of the water, along the way, hundreds of monks and hundreds of cedars are all turned into powder, but not hurt a snowflake. Hundreds of Arhats, including two Zen masters, folded under the Red River.

The red river suddenly disappeared, and Su Fu fell from the air, rolled forward, and hit a cedar tree dozens of feet away. Every place inside and outside the body of the Consciousness Sea, the Dao Body, and the Dharma Body was constantly roaring, and every subtle place was transmitting an incomparable pain, and the heavy snow on the branches fell on him, almost making him faint in pain.

With tenacity, he stood up, barely made his way, and staggered forward.

Not far away, he froze again. Waiting for him in front of him is still a monk, a monk. One of them is better than thousands of troops.

His name is Fa Hui, and he is a monk with a butcher's knife.