Chapter 128 There is snow in the world

A shocking thunder sounded through the thirteen peaks of the holy city. One red and one white two lights and shadows crossed, and tens of thousands of rays of light in the night sky were in full bloom, like a fire tree and silver flowers.

There is snow in the world, and it is invincible.

In a trance, I returned to the top of Fengyun Mountain 600 years ago, watching the sword demon cold material and the sword singing wildly all over the world.

It's just that today's time and space change, like a long waiting reincarnation. The old sword demon turned into a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses, holding the same sword to break the sky!

The violent red and white two-color light splashed, and the Lingyun Pavilion, which had just been devastated, was completely razed to the ground. The hard rocks burst, and pieces of gravel splashed like raindrops. Covering the night with light and dust, people directly teach people to have the illusion of the end of the world.

Whether it is the Ni family alliance or hundreds of magic masters who have left the family camp, they have a feeling of suffocation. Their eyes are full of magnificent colorful lights, and the roar in their ears pierces every nerve, and even makes their consciousness fall into a short-term chaos.

Although after a long battle, I witnessed the peak confrontation between Li Zhangqiu and Luojia with my own eyes, I was still deeply shocked by the stunning scene in front of me.

Gradually, the dazzling light faded, but the Yin Holy Road stood in the air, and the whole body was covered with a thick layer of ice and frost, crystal white like an ice sculpture. His hand still maintained the posture of the sword, but the magic sword couldn't help sobbing and falling weakly to the deep rabble under his feet. Before it disappeared from people's sight, it burst and splashed into a frost.

As the sound of Ying Si, Yin Shengdao suddenly trembled and opened his mouth to spewed blood arrows, and the ice on his body cracked one after another. Then his body burst into shocking cracks like spider webs, and the red blood gushed out like a spring. In a blink of an eye, his whole body was fragmented and flew down like a meteorite.

Dying, he died in the hands of a 15- or 16-year-old teenager! After decades of calling for wind and rain, once upon a time, a generation of demons who shocked the divine land, died like this!

Looking at Chu Tian again, his face was pale, and the golden spirit on his body had not yet dissipated. Cangyun Yuanchen's sword was across his chest, and pieces of auspicious clouds loomed with three colors.

Luojia's face in her arms was calm and lazy as usual. She leaned on Chu Tian's shoulder lightly. The night wind blew her clothes and danced, and her eyes did not hide her strong love and infinite joy.

The Golden Gate Waterfall roars and runs behind the two, and the jade beads are like falling, just like the most grand and spectacular background in the world.

Who else would doubt Chu Tian's strength? If before tonight, he is only a young master who has emerged from a different army, he will start with this kind of snow formula. This young man from the deep mountains has become a demon giant who can fight against the master-level figures of the world.

Only Dong Tianji, who gets along with Chu Tian day and night, especially knows how hardships the teenager has paid in the past three months, and what perseverance he has tempered on the edge of life and death day and night, meditates hard in the virtual world of Fandu, and finally shines through thousands of rivers and mountains like a pearl.

If there is anyone who predicted all this earlier than Dong Tianji, it should be Luo Jia.

From the first meeting of the gorgeous fog mountain to the deep kiss of the two hearts, from the love fire bath on New Year's Eve to the bloody wind moment. No matter when, no matter where, no matter whether Chu Tian is in a good mood or a bad way, she has never lost confidence.

It's just that even Chu Tian himself did not expect that the snow formula in the world would have such great power that he could kill the Yin Shengdao with one sword.

Even if the Yin Shengdao was first injured by the cave machine and suppressed by himself, after all, this is a real victory, and no one can deny it.

It's just that Chu Tian's taste is very uncomfortable at this moment. Dantian's magic gas is completely empty, and his whole body is full of blood cut by sword gas. If it hadn't been for the feedback of Cangyun Yuanchen's aura, it would have been difficult to stand.

At this time, even a beginner-level disciple can easily kill him.

But he has a more heroic feeling in his heart, and he can't help but roar and spit out the accumulated depression for many days.

"Brother Yin, you are not far away from me to avenge you!"

Yan Xipo, the head of the Yan family, who crossed with the Yin Sheng Dao, came to his senses and urged the king of hell to attack Chu Tian.

"Would you like to play the wheel battle? When I'm an old man, I'm coming to watch the play?"

Dong Tianji shook his arm and worked hard, and suddenly a blue sleeve suddenly stretched out of more than ten feet from his arm, and "banged" swept on the king of the mallion post.

Yan Xipo was bombarded and turned around in place, and successively urged the magic skills to break through the surging siege of green sleeves and escape. He looked at Dong Tianji in surprise and said, "Long-sleeved good dance formula - who are you from Dong Shangyuan?"

"Hogengamihara? Who is the original in the cave? Does it have anything to do with me?"

"He is the head of Yu Yutian today, the father of Donghan Mountain, and the direct descendant of your old Dong family." Chu Tian explained in a low voice.

Dong Tianji laughed and said, "It turned out to be my gray grandson. No wonder I haven't heard of it."

Yan Xipo was stunned and said, "What are you talking about? The cave was originally your gray grandson?"

No wonder he has such a reaction. Dongshangyuan is one of the heads of the five major schools of the right path, and his status is almost on par with the Lord of the Northern Underworld Mansion. Even if the people in the devil hate him to the bone, no one has ever called him "grey grandson", let alone in public.

In doing so, more than one Dong Shangyuan was offended. It was simply a intention to humiliate Yu Yutian and openly quarrel with the five factions of righteousness!

Dong Tianji doesn't think there is anything wrong. Of course, he also has a ranking table in his mind. To calculate, Dong Shangyuan is not even qualified to be a gray grandson for himself. Seeing Yan Xipo's suspicious face, he said, "Don't you believe it? When Yan Jueyi saw me in those years, he had to respectfully call me 'Uncle Dong'!"

Yan Xipo couldn't help taking a breath of cold air. From Yan Jueyi to himself, the head of the Yan family has been for 14 generations. This old guy claims to be Yan's uncle. How many ages does it have to be an old antique?!

I heard Li Zhangqiu ask, "Dare you, Mr. Yu Yutian, who fought with the sword demon on the top of the wind and clouds 600 years ago?"

Dong Tianji heard Li Shangqiu report his name and origin, turned his head and looked at him twice, and casually boasted, "Yes, you really have some goods in your stomach."

The two people's questions and answers, such as a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and there is no surprise in everyone's hearts.

Some people wonder, "What kind of day is it today? First of all, there is a snow secret in the world. Six hundred years later, Shenlu reappears, and now there is a hole in the grandfather's grandfather's grandfather... If you continue to toss like this, you may not know where the cold will come out!"

There are also thoughtful and thoughtful minds, and they can't help but vaguely guess that the birth of Dongtianji must have a major to do with the sword demon treasure.

Leng Yue Chan said in a loud voice, "Even if you are a cave machine, why do you want to intervene in the dispute of our Northern Underworld?"

Dong Tianji said, "I don't bother to pay attention to you when you bite the dog. But if any of you want to provoke Xiao Chu, don't blame me for accounting with the accounts of the eighteen ancestors 600 years ago!"

Yan Xipo sneered and said, "Don't rely on the old here to sell the old. If you are really invincible in the world, how could you be beaten by the cold news at the beginning like a bereaved dog?"

Dong Tianji heard someone exposing the shortcomings and said an angryly, "I'll strangle you, watch the fight!" His hands condensed the seal, and the fine light between the fingers and the wind turned into thirty-six cyan crystal flying swords, like a long rainbow passing through the air and bursting the void and shooting at Yan Xipo.

"Tianang ward off evil sword!" Yan Xipo was shocked. Unexpectedly, the old man was older and had a bigger temper.

Hearing the "bang bang" sound, a bunch of crystal flying swords kept bombarding the King of Yan's post, making Yan Xipo's body sway with smoke.

Leng Yuechan and his brother Shu Xiao dreamed that the situation was not good, and both of them moved the magic soldiers to help.

Suddenly, he heard Yan Xipo's fierce roar, and his mouth sprayed blood and fell back like a broken kite. The king of the year's post "beep beep" was gloomy, showing a silky turtle pattern.

Leng Yuechan and his brother Shu Xiaomeng each waved magic soldiers to block Tianang's evil sword, and a direct disciple of the Yan family rushed into the battle group to save Yan Xipo. However, he saw that the invincible head of the family looked as pale as gold. His eyes were closed and blood came out of his mouth, and he had already fainted.

Everyone couldn't help but be terrmented when they saw this, especially the masters of the divorced family camp frowned.

This old man's cultivation has really reached the peak of turning decay into a magical transformation. If he has not been injured in Qiu, he can work hard with the piano and music of "Ancient Style". Nowadays, no one can stand up to fight the death and injury of the owners of major families.

Even Shu Xiaomeng and others were secretly complaining about Yan Xipo. He suffered a short time, and he was seriously injured, not to mention that the war situation was even worse.

At this point, the situation has begun to emerge, and everyone knows that the top figures who have left the family camp will suffer heavy casualties.

Youqi people took the opportunity to command the Ni family's allied forces to quickly mobilize the formation, and faintly formed a momentum of encirclement and annihilation.

Ni Tiangao has never done anything. He looked at Li Wangqiu, who was stroking his chest with his left hand and suppressing his luck, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Li, it's not too late for you to pull back from the cliff now."

Li Shanqiu stroked Guqin, who had been inseparable from him for many years, and smiled indifferently and said, "It's hard to find a bosom friend. Who can listen to it?"

He slowly turned his eyes, glanced at his brother Shu Xiaomeng, Leng Yuechan and other family masters, and then deeply looked at Hai Xiaoshu, who was under the protection of the departed family, and said, "Please do me!"

Ni Tiangao seemed to have guessed what he was going to do, and his face changed slightly and said, "You can't leave the public--"

"Wo--" Li Xiangqiu's expression was calm, and the light flowers on Zhenyuan's head bloomed out of his body. He raised his hand and waved the guqin, and actually played a piano song again with five strings.

The void suddenly burst into a sad and desolate dark red halo, and the round red beams of light were condensed between the ten fingers of the injured autumn, each of which was more than 30 meters long, like the whip of Thor, flying and flying, driven by the thoughts of the injured autumn, to the master of the Ni Shijia Alliance.

Ji Shang Xuan, the only owner of the silent family who was away from the matter, took a deep breath of cold air and shouted, "The whip of parting!"