Time passed unconsciously. When night fell, heavy snow suddenly fell from the sky. When dawn came, the place was already covered in snow.
Under the ice and snow covering the world, the vast earth is nourished with vitality. Just waiting for the thunder to wake up, branches will spit out new stamens, and snakes and insects will crawl out of their nests.
Jianmeng looked from the tower, and saw the mountains in the distance standing like a screen. In the light of the rising sun, the white snow carried the golden color. This was almost all that he could see.
Suddenly, the sky dimmed, the spring breeze dispersed, and the snow on the ground suddenly condensed. The whirlpool-like life condensed into sharp edges and turned into three small pavilions, with three figures sitting in the small pavilions.
What was supposed to come finally came.
In the jade-like pavilion, the dripping ice edges hanging from the corners of the eaves shattered instantly, cut into countless pieces, and turned into crystals that refracted sunlight and scattered in the air, sweeping into a cold and manic atmosphere. storm.
A sword light came out from Y City. In the crane's graceful sword intention, the sword energy was like a wild beast out of its cage. With a decisive killing intent, it rushed towards Lu Xuan Tower with overwhelming momentum.
At the moment when he felt the murderous intention, Lu Xuanlou remained motionless. A figure walked out of the small pavilion. Spiritual energy surged around his body, facing the sword light and blocking everything for Lu Xuanlou.
As the sword light approached, Futu's figure leaned forward, his back almost sliding against the tip of the sword. At the same time, Futu turned around, raised his arm sleeves, and pointed a finger, and the endless spiritual energy was like soaring to the sky. The tornado bloomed yellow and purple in front of him, like a peak burning in the sunset in autumn.
Although the pagoda is a latecomer, its momentum is not lost at all.
The two collided instantly, and the light exploded like a strong wind carrying countless snow-white confetti and raging around.
The gambling battle on the plain started without warning, and in an instant, the silver-haired explosion destroyed everything around it before it could be tempered.
In this massive duel, Lu Xuanlou felt that even if he tried his best, it still felt like an egg striking a stone.
After the collision, Song Liancheng's powerful murderous intention was neutralized, and he was seen standing on the snowy ground with the cold current, holding tightly like a sword made of heavy snow, pressing his fingers against the handle, and pushing forward indifferently. .
After only one fight, he saw the state of Futu. At this moment, he did not give Futu any chance to breathe. The surging sword intent was like rushing water, pressing forward like an angry dragon again.
Pagoda pursed his lips, and the violent load of spiritual energy caused his forehead to burst with green energy, and he jumped wildly.
Sword Master Song Liancheng's sword was pushed in front of him in an instant. Futu took a deep breath and suddenly took a step forward. He did not advance but retreated. He had no time to simulate a sword fight and only struck with a simple punch. Kill and go. On his fist, layers of spiritual energy vibrated, slightly weakening the momentum of Song Liancheng's sword.
Buddha used this moment to draw the sword with his left hand, holding the scabbard and wiping it across like a dagger.
The tip of Song Liancheng's sword hit the scabbard. Futu closed his fist, grasped the scabbard tightly with one hand, and roared out with a palm, pressing it against the hilt of the sword, using it as a spear and shield to block Song Liancheng's sword.city offensive.
The knife in the hand of the pagoda is also of extraordinary quality. It has killed countless people with the pagoda and harbored countless innocent souls. At this moment, it is unsheathed and humming, like a cicada in the autumn wind of a withered willow. This knife It seemed that the fighting spirit was ignited.
Song Liancheng stared at the pagoda silently through the sword energy and snowflakes, not knowing what he was thinking.
Compared to a few days ago, Song Liancheng has become much thinner. His original appearance of a fairy-like figure has now turned white with dead hair, his eyebrows have turned gray, and his body has become even skinnier. He is wrapped in a snow-white sword robe. All dry bones.
And all of this was given by Lu Xuanlou, or by the three people in front of him.
On the night of the New Year, Lu Xuanlou ordered the massacre of the entire Song County. Yesterday, the Wei cavalry filled the moat with the heads of Song people. Song Liancheng no longer dared to close his eyes. His mood was damaged again, and his realm almost fell. The road was also cut off.
He knew that his life was probably going to end like this, but he didn't care, but thousands of Song people died tragically, how could he be willing to do so
He was alive now, and it was not out of date. A walking corpse whose only purpose is revenge. Although his cultivation is broken, he is still a Nirvana warrior. Even if he cannot kill the prince of Wei, killing Lu Xuanlou should be more than enough.
Song Liancheng noticed Lu Xuanlou before he became a sensation. Knowing that Lu Xuanlou's talent was astonishing, he couldn't kill him now, and he would even be unable to kill him in the future.
He waited all night and was prepared to kill him with one blow, but the appearance of the pagoda turned out to be a variable.
Futu is the top three calamity giant and is weak to him. However, when fighting against him, he is not at a disadvantage at all.
"Great Wei, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon"
Song Lianchengdao's heart was filled with despair, but he could not help but tremble at this moment. The strength of the pagoda was not weaker than that of the princes of the Great Wei.
"The Sword Master has gained a false reputation"
Futu proudly spoke out. Although he is a demon cultivator and has the title of the Uncrowned Eighth Marquis, the fact is that most of the great Wei The princes are not as good as him.
On normal days, Song Liancheng would not be afraid of the pagoda, but at this moment, he was willing to die.
The long sword was pressed against the scabbard of the pagoda, and Song Liancheng was entangled with it. He turned his backhand and condensed a few sword auras with a technique like picking up stars. The sword aura moved up and down with his hands, and then with him In the blink of an eye, like streams of light, following different trajectories, they stabbed towards the pagoda.
Futu stretched out his hand and actually grasped the sword energy. The palm of his hand was burned red by the sword energy, and the veins on his wrists protruded like a twisting horned dragon.
The sword energy fell like thunder from the sky, Futu roared loudly, and the Shura Demonic Way that was used as the pressure at the bottom of the box had to be unleashed. The rich demonic energy stretched behind him, and the huge Shura Dharma Body rose up ferociously, like a lion. Roaring, waving his fists and palms, he hit the sword energy with great force, shattering and destroying the sword energy.
Song Liancheng's old eyes turned into thin lines, and he was extremely afraid of this terrifying and ferocious Shura appearance.
Everyone in the world says that sword cultivators are the best in killing, but they don’t know that there are demonic cultivators who kill for the sake of killing.
Song Liancheng flicked his fingertips, his swordsmanship changed, and his figure pressed up at the same time. His clothes were fluttering, and as his body moved, the sword energy pulled the snowflakes up and pressed them overwhelmingly towards the pagoda.
The top of the Three Disasters and the Nirvana Realm are separated by a thin line like a chasm. This is a gap in realms that has been honed over decades, or even hundreds of years.
The flying snow brought by Song Liancheng was the blood and tears of his life. The sword energy was like bone nails chiseling down, surrounding the whole body, locking all the escaping energy of the pagoda.
There was no way to retreat from the pagoda. He gave up any thought of retreating, opened his eyes, and stared at the pressing sword energy.
"So what about Nirvana warriors? It's not like I haven't killed them before"
Amidst the snowflakes, sword light flashed out, Futu clenched his fists, Shura Faxiang also clenched his fists, and faced the circling The sword energy was swung out.
The sword energy and the long fist collided together. In the loud rumbling sound, the muffled groans of the two people were swallowed up. Their bodies, with unimaginable terrifying power, instantly smashed into the ground. , stirred up countless snowflakes, filling the sky, and as far as everyone could see, it was so white that they could not see it. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft