The Sword Dynasty

The old monk's wooden stick became heavy.

Heaviness comes from the consumption of his physical strength, from the will of the dead.

The realm of these deceased is far away from him. Sword intention or the explosive power of the second practitioner who exploded all the real elements in his body when he killed himself is also because of the choice of the old monk. Body.

For the body of the old monk, the kind of force that can leave a mark on his skin is no different from someone who hits him with a spoon.

Just to save physical energy as much as possible, the old monk controlled his consumption to the extreme. Sometimes he would rather take the damage like a spoon hit when applying the stick, and reduce the output consumption of the true element as much as possible.

It's just that even the smallest harm is hurt after all.

More fatigue also comes from a high concentration of spirit.

The purpose of every practitioner who comes is not to survive, but to give his life to the tip of his staff for harvest. The last blow before dying is not to worry about his life or death at all, but to try to be as correct as possible. He caused injuries.

If he is not attentive, those practitioners who are much lower than his realm, with such a will, can really cause serious harm to him.

As the stick became heavy, the old monk's skin became hot, and his breath gradually scorched.

On the dark side, the number of ghostly troops has become sparse.

However, the eyes of the practitioners who kept walking to the old monk to die were still calm, and even had an incomprehensible meaning of indifference.

The only difference is the general who always stands at the forefront of the army.

His eyes were full of confidence at this time, and there was a fanatical blaze, like a fire burning under the ice.

There was already blood flowing between the lips and teeth under his masked black towel.

When the first lieutenant stepped forward to die, his white teeth had bitten his own lips, but he didn't feel pain at all.

The physical perception of pain seemed to him to be non-existent.

He has eyesight unmatched by any practitioner, and in this heavy darkness, he can even see every movement of the old monk.

He just watched the monk's every attack and every time the wooden stick walked in the dark.

The time is actually very short.

But the strong will disappeared one after another, and the living lives continued to die with such a cold that people could not understand the will, but it made the time extremely long.

The number of people behind this chief general is extremely rare, and there are only dozens of people left.

Suddenly, he didn't know what was captured in his eyes, and his gray pupils suddenly brightened.

As soon as his body began to move slightly, a sergeant who was about to walk out felt the change in his vitality, and he was still for a moment.

Then the chief general started to move.

The tip of the old monk just withdrew from the chest of a practitioner.

The blood oozing from the heart of this practitioner was instantly frozen by the extreme cold.

The front end of the old monk's wooden stick still maintains a high temperature due to the sharp flow and friction of heaven and earth's vitality, so a few drops of blood between the heart and the sticky stick will fall.

The sergeants in front of him, or the use of practitioners and deceased to describe more appropriate... their two hundred dozen corpses stacked together, even if it can not be compared with the corpses of thousands of strong warriors in Changling , But it has also piled up on the ice to form a hill.

The moving general quickly passed through the icy air, and the few drops of viscous blood just before the tip of the old monk's staff will fall before it will congeal. The figure of this general will appear here. The top of Corpse Mountain.

The old monk Huo Ran raised his head.

There is no way to describe the vitality induction between the strong men with words. Even though the breath of the general's body at this time seems to be no different from those of the practitioners he killed before, he intuitively felt extremely dangerous.

Without any hesitation, he took another step forward.

This step is the distance of dozens of steps of ordinary people, directly to the foot of the corpse.

He straddled his right foot. The moment when the right foot fell, a powerful force burst the ice surface of unknown depth, and the heat of the hot lake underneath had not yet spouted out of the ice surface, all The corpses, including those of Xue Qian, who had already been like ice sculptures around them, had all been shaken up.

With this stepping force, the old monk's body surged to the point of extreme power, and the sound of his rod slammed like a whole hot lake under his feet, falling towards the body and raining. The general stabbed in the past.

The speed of the wooden stick walking through the space is so fast that the picture of all this is almost stagnant.

However, the figure of the general flickered between the flying bodies, disappeared instantly, and appeared in front of the old monk.

A piece of ice suddenly accelerated along the two fingers that he stretched out, bearing the power given between him and the surrounding world, and elongated toward the old monk's eyebrows.

The old monk's pupils contracted suddenly.

At this time, he really cultivated to be second only to Yuan Wu, and was taught by Ding Ning, that is, Yuan Wu and he jointly produced a sword, and it would be impossible for him to be fast, but at this time he can be sure that this piece of ice turned into ice The sword will be faster than his staff.

The sharp flow of vitality around the two sides and the dryness in the body clearly reminded him that the general of the other party is the master of the real Seven Realms, and it is not an ordinary Seven Realms. The most important thing is that the other party seems to have seen through his sword move. , And to see through his body state with extreme precision.

His physical exertion was too violent, and his shot was slower than before.

This general is different from those who died, and is a rare guru.

The general saw through his sword move.

The superposition of these people is enough to make him defeat.

There was a loud bang.

The old monk's left foot also burst out with incredible power, which had been spattered out by the cracked ice.

The old monk's body retreated backwards at a terrifying speed, and the orientation of the stick tip in his hand slightly changed.

Chirping softly.

Under the neck of the old monk, a sharp sword wound appeared on his left shoulder.

The left palm of the general guarded in front of his eyebrows, and the center of his left palm was completely penetrated.

The two groups of blood mist flew in the air for a moment, and they were frozen into red powder by the cold and fell.

The old monk's feet stepped on the ice, retreating ten steps in a row, and retreated to Ding Ning.

The general looked indifferently at the old monk, Ding Ning and Chang Sun Qingxue, his body flew back like a flying kite, and landed in front of the already few ghost army.

The wooden staff in the old monk's hand fell to the ground, trembling continuously.

The hot air and ice flakes on the ground keep flying up, just like the whole hot lake is going to fly up.

"Who is it?"

Long Sun Qianxue took a deep breath and looked at Ding Ning, who looked extremely dignified.

"Not Chu people."

Ding Ning said slowly.

Earlier I told Chang Sun Qingxue and the old monk that it was from the army of Dachu, and it was also him who said that they were not from Chu.

However, Chang Sun Qianxue did not feel strange because of this.

Anyone's judgment will change because of the other party's changes.

"Strong."

Ding Ning looked at her again and said very seriously.

The old monk coughed lightly and coughed up some blood. He wanted to pull up the wooden stick under the ice, but Ding Ning watched him and shook his head. "You don't want to take another shot, you won't be able to take another shot. This glacier can't go back."

The old monk nodded, not insisting.

This is a very objective matter. Any cultivator who wants to live in this place must consider his own true elements and physical strength to support him to go back and walk out of this way. glacier.

He raised his head and followed the general who broke through the air to form the current, feeling the general's existence.

The general has also been wounded.

But the other party's injury seems to be a calculated cost.

The opponent still has the power to fight again, and the strike of the opponent was the result that the general had sacrificed so many people.

Long Sun Qianxue raised his head.

She took a step forward.

She proudly blocked the old monk and Ding Ning.

Her pride is not only because she is one of the strongest female nuns in the world at the moment, but also because she has always lived according to her own wishes and never succumbed to the will of others.

This is true pride.

noble.