The Sword Dynasty
Episode 534
Chang Sun Qingxue frowned slightly.
She is a true boudoir show for everyone. In the old days, Changling's first lord prince and grandson's family had a lot of gold. Before the rise of Bashan Jianchang, the Zheng's gate valve of Jiaodong County was in the mouth of Changling people.
Like a woman from a real gate valve family, she has strict teachings on manners and etiquette. Coupled with the fact that what she hears and sees is different from women of ordinary background, the mood is generally invisible.
Her slight frowning usually represents hatred at ordinary times, but at this time, it is dignified.
In this highland where the vitality of the world is extremely thin, the practitioners below the seven realms have difficulty breathing, and their physical energy is consumed very quickly. I am afraid that after walking for several hours in this zone, the physical energy will be exhausted, and the extreme cold will be impossible. Replenishing physical strength and true energy, there is a possibility of freezing to death.
When the five archers and the two sword masters set up here before, she felt a little puzzled, because it was difficult for these practitioners to complete their errands just by trekking here and then setting up an ambush. Now they see these standing The giant beast at the upper air outlet immediately had an answer.
These are Xue Jian, which are recorded in many story books in Changling, and they are all similar to giant ape-like creatures.
However, in fact, this giant beast is a leopard-like snow beast living on the North Sea coast.
This kind of snow beast is not only a group, amazing speed, but also strong strength and endurance.
At a glance, Xue Jian, who appeared in the smoke and snow, had at least more than a hundred heads. With these giant beasts as riding and towing beasts, you don’t need to consume much physical energy to walk here, such as moving camps, even Tow enough food and ordnance.
The most important thing is, what kind of army can have so many powerful beasts?
As the money of the old dignitaries, she knew that it was very amazing to maintain the consumption of so many strange animals on weekdays. From this, it was inferred that the formation of this army was amazing, and it would not be like the ordinary million. It is as simple as arranging dozens of five-land practitioners at most.
Ding Ning raised his head in silence, and the snow particles hit his face, bringing a needle-like sensation, making his eyes narrow slightly unconsciously.
Taking Xuejian as a mount, there is no such army in his impression, but the strength of this army is undoubtedly at present, especially the indifference and indifference of this army in the face of death, let him understand to deal with such an army There is no ingenuity unless the commander of the opponent can appear and be killed by them.
However, he has a strong intuition that the commander of this army will only appear when it is finally possible to kill them.
Because in the battlefield he has experienced in the past, he has encountered many of this type of commander.
In order to achieve their goals, at all costs, they even sacrifice their lives.
There was also a hint of strange color in the depths of the old monk's eyes.
His method of cultivation is special, so he is more aware of the passing of physical strength and the loss of true elements than any practitioner. In his eyes, the opponents appearing at this time are all pitiful, resistant, and not There is not much difference in resistance.
However, in such a place, even if these people lined up in front of him to knock him to death, he would have to pay a portion of physical strength and true yuan as the price.
At this time, it was high above the glacier of the East Hu border, but with the appearance of these snow dogs and riders on his back, the first picture in his mind was the former Changling.
He thought of Wang Jingmeng.
I thought of the corpse mountains that piled up into mountains, the army loyal to Yuanwu and Zheng Xiu, and the countless practitioners from all dynasties in the world. No one can bear the sword that Wang Jingmeng lightly described, but even so, Wang Jingmeng’s His footsteps were still blocked in that street, even though the body of the strong man he killed was piled up like a mountain, he still couldn't move how many steps forward.
Now Wang Jingmeng seems to have replaced him.
This is the feeling that this army naturally gives him.
Only such a picture appeared in his mind for a short moment.
In the following moment, he took a step forward and stood in front of Ding Ning and Changsun Qianxue.
His movements are naturally extreme, and even give people a strange beauty.
His feet fell on the snow without even causing a splash of snowflakes.
The ice in front of him suddenly shook violently, and the heavy snow drifts caused by the avalanche lifted like waves and rushed down.
The snowmen above had been driven by the rider on the back and started to attack, as if driving a huge snow wave, and rushed down.
No one moves.
Ding Ning and Chang Sun Qianxue just calmly watched the snow waves and the dark shadows that rushed down.
When the head of the wave rushed to the old monk in the front, the old monk raised his head, and the wooden stick in his hand thrust out.
With a snort, this wooden stick lifted the snow wave in front of him, and clicked on the forehead of Xuejian, which had come from the air.
Compared with him, Xue's figure was like a small hill, and this wooden stick was pointed on its forehead, between his eyes, and the tiny one was like a straw on his forehead.
However, this wooden stick seemed to be a soft thorn, but it easily killed Xue Xue.
Just like ushering in the most natural death, Xue Feng, who was still fierce to the extreme before his death, died "naturally" from the forehead to the depths of his body, like a chain reaction pause.
Xue Jian, who was hit on the forehead, died instantly.
However, its body was violently shaken because of a strange convulsion. While the body jumped higher, the whole body even made a snapping sound, holding a sharp and long bronze thorn on its back The spear knights were thrown out.
The old monk maintains a gentle forward stabbing posture, Xue Qian is high above his head, and the rider on his back is flying out. This moment's picture gives the impression that the old monk hardened this heavy snow. Shengsheng picked it out of his head.
A pitiful breaking air was accompanied by a heart-rending scream, and dozens of shadows fell towards the old monk and Ding Ning and Chang Sun Qingxue behind him.
Each shadow is either the claws of the giant beast, or the spear in the hands of the rider on the back, or the crossbow fired by the charm of the rider in the rear, or even mixed with the flying sword.
These dozens of shadows fell, and the dark sky in the smoke and snow became darker, and the sky seemed to be covered.
However, the movement of the old monk is still extremely simple. The wooden stick in his hand just keeps piercing forward.
His movements did not seem to be fast.
It even gives the impression that every shadow is coming faster than him.
However, as he continued to assault, these shadows disappeared one after another, and Xue Zhi and a famous rider flew into the air.
The storm swept through.
He was facing him with more than twenty heads of snow, and the rider on the back slammed continuously.
Looking at such a picture, the calm eyes of those riders were inevitably filled with frightening light from the back of Xue Xue, who rushed on both sides of Ding Ning and Chang Sun Qingxue.
Ding Ning raised his eyebrows slightly.
In the bloody atmosphere around him, he smelled a familiar breath.
It was a medicinal smell, with a strong earthy smell, but then the earthy smell turned into a strong sweet smell.
"Dragon Blood."
He turned his head to look at the senior Sun Qingxue beside him, nodded, and determined: "It's from Chu's army."