[Thunderbolt Tobacco City] Ren Pingsheng, Nine Layers of Smoke and Snow

Xuanming chased after the tower, and he heard the sound of rushing gold, and there was chaos in the smoke formation, and the soldiers retreated in a hurry without any desire to fight.He glanced at the sky, made a decisive decision to pursue, and then ordered Lou Bing to stay behind, and he took a group of people and drove the city towards the direction where a beam of red light disappeared.

All the people in Anting, Yimaijiao, and Zheng's two ministries were all thinking of the chief executive laughing and wiping his hands with a silk handkerchief while watching the scene where the two palms were roasted on the fire. Cumin... the picture is too horrifying, and everyone frightens themselves so much that it is inevitable that their minds will be flustered and the soles of their feet will tingle.It turned out that Yandu's tactical retreat really had the meaning of "fleeing away". I didn't expect that Ice King really strengthened his idea of ​​attacking in a false way, but he really didn't intend to do it, and he was ashamed.

Gong Wuhou was speechless.His brother's usual way of controlling his subordinates is that he clearly expects to climb a mountain, but when he conveys it to his subordinates, it becomes "If you can't ascend to the sky, then let me ascend to the sky", which scares everyone. Try hard, the result is often able to overtake the North Sea with Mount Tai.If this is the case, the master in charge is obviously proud of himself, but he can still reprimand with a straight face "the goal has not been achieved, so the next step is not an example" and so on.ruthless enough.

However, he was busy adjusting his breath at the moment, so he didn't have the mind to teach these loyal dogs.The internal injuries caused by the Binglou Godly Crossbow were heavy, and the unreasonable coldness had traveled through the internal organs along the blood flow meridians, and he could even feel that the half of the lung on the right side had no turbid air passing through.When he was about to fight, he could only temporarily force all the cold air together and force it into the Quyuan acupoint on his right shoulder, so he acted as usual.

It's just that the coldness penetrating through the limbs and bones can't go away for a long time.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, a puff of white steam gathered around his lips, Gu Ling Shiyan always scolded him for not being cold enough, it must be true, otherwise how could he still feel the chill?

Shulou Longsu saw that Xuanming didn't hold out as he had repeatedly reminded him in advance, but went after those poor bandits, knowing that something bad would happen.Due to his position, he finally chose to hide behind the scenes to make suggestions, but in this situation, if he didn't take action again, the Xuanming clan would be in danger.After a brief moment of weighing, he stood up from his chair: Even if the Confucian sect had to openly fight against Yan Du, he would have to go this way, because the word "admit defeat" does not exist in Longshou's dictionary.

Long Su only said that Xuanming's move was due to the outspoken martial arts genes of the Binglou clan, but this really wronged him.Xuanming's nature is different from ordinary people's calmness, the reason why he rushed out at the critical moment is because the panic that gradually emerged from just now reminded him: there is still half an hour at most, and the burning day is coming.If they don't take advantage of the fact that the queen is injured and kill them in one fell swoop, when the time passes, the Yandu army will return after respite, and they will have no way out.

Should it be said that the timing of Yandu's attack was too good, or was it the destiny?

In order to continue the caste of the Ice Race in this desperate situation, it took thousands of years of replacement for generations to form the special skill body of the Binglou people who are not afraid of extreme cold.If this is proof that God has chosen them to guard the aura of this place, why leave them with the "burning day" life and death difficulties?They have always been devoted to heaven, and even though they know that beyond this vast but extremely barren continent, there are still beautiful mountains and rivers with peach blossoms and grass growing and warblers flying, they are still willing to go to their hometown and never depart from it.If the cycle of karma and retribution is not good, and now the ice building is in danger, can we ask for a little mercy from God?If your ultimate choice is to abandon us, then what is the meaning of the will that has watched over us since the distant past until now?

Gods overlooking the ice, did you hear our voices?

The terrain tends to the south, and the uniform ice and snow are suddenly replaced by a tall coniferous forest with towering giant trees, which shrouds an impenetrable darkness, and the sinister smell of conspiracy traps flows among the branches, horizontal shadows and slant, bringing the only vitality here.

Gong Wuhou has already rested completely, although her right hand is still cold and numb, but I can deal with the Bing King with one hand.

Moreover, the Yandu army at this time does not need to worry about the threat of Xuejiao Essence, there are only three of this thing in the world, one is used by the Ice King to force him to retreat with the Dragon Sword Style, and the other is given by Shuang Jiyueke to Shu. Lou Longsu, the one that originally belonged to Baili Binghong also turned into the annoying arrows that besieged him just now. He fought in the castle for a long time, counting the number, it should be exhausted.The Binglou Guizhou donkey is poor, and the Bing King will surely die.

As written in Xigong Diaoying's letter, Xuanming led his troops to chase after him.

The bright red clothes, like a drop of cinnabar dripping into the water, smudged the surroundings into a bloody color, the murderous intention was not moved, but the wind was already full of fishy smell.Gong Wuhou walks gracefully, always carrying a kind of grandeur and grace of performing on stage. At present, she is a bit cinnabar, not like the color of the world, her appearance is indifferent, but it makes people feel vivid and glamorous. Even the words she speaks are like famous actors. The typhoon: "Xuanming's order, I stayed."

Long Su wanted to chase after him, but a strange thought slowed him down. ——He came and went with the queen of the palace, and played vigorously, but the opponent's performance was too exciting, with well-founded advances and retreats, and he was not in a hurry, so he couldn't help but feel that this could not be just smoke Let's act.

Speaking of which, what about the cigarettes?

The innate coldness of the Confucian sect finally showed signs of anxiety.

In order not to be noticed whereabouts, Xigong Diaoying led the business department almost in a big circle along the boundary line of the ice building before arriving here in the dark.

Fortresses are easiest to breach from the inside.And the opponent has opened the door to the inside for them.

In front of him is a lake and mountain shadow that should never appear here, and a huge stone at the door is engraved with four words - "Seven Autumn Colors".In order to please the beloved, the builders tried their best to imitate this square inch of beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and did not hesitate to split the earth veins and block the earth's energy. As a result, a piece of the city that was originally integrated and impregnable was artificially destroyed, and the natural moat became smooth. It's embarrassing for people not to drive straight in from here.

"That's it, thank you for your hospitality." In order to find this place, he even soiled his clothes.

Xigong Diaoying guessed that the Bing King should have chased him out of the city, and immediately raised his hand and waved it down, the shadows poured in as a silent torrent.

Grandmaster Yandu has always taught his disciples that if they want to follow the road of the king, they must abandon ordinary emotions.To be honest, Nishinomiya Diaoying is not as good as Gong Wuhou in this aspect, and he can't even fully agree with this point of view.But the tragic reality is always demonstrating the correctness of the master from all angles over and over again, forcing everyone to be speechless.

When Lou Bingshi was startled by the sound of killing from behind the ice building and rushed there, what he saw was his best friend who had known him for so many years, coming at regular steps, his handsome face was still the same, and he would see him at any time when he met the two realms. There is no difference.And just last month they were chatting hand in hand, and he complained with a headache about how the princess messed around and built a lot of construction work for Long Su, making the whole ice building fly like a dog...

The power in the palm is faster than any hatred, and it directly hits the bright yellow figure.

Nishinomiya Diaoying used his strength to raise his elbow to block, and then quickly changed his moves, turning his body slightly, and then retreated his arms, dissipating the fierce force before the opponent's back move, and at the same time turned his right wrist, and the palm wind swept across.

Lou Bingshi lost his center of gravity, he hastily bent his waist to avoid the palm, and hastily folded his hands in front of his chest, which was able to block Nishinomiya Diaoying's returning elbow.However, the opponent held this posture, turned his internal force again, raised the cross arm again, a surge of gangster energy surged, and the person was knocked back several feet, his throat was uncontrollable, blood spattered five steps.

However, the trace of the enemy was lost in the blurred vision for a moment, and then there was the breeze blowing, the light shadow drifting, the white coldness strangled his throat very gently, and a thread of bright red locked the head.

He still turned his head away, showing a stern smile: "Man is doing it, but the sky is watching... I don't believe it..." Before he could finish his words, the head rolled down.

Xigong Diaoying was putting away the white handkerchief, silently staring at the face that glared at him angrily.

Although he really can't let go of some useless feelings, but they are very small, and there is really nothing left to share with others.

No matter how powerful the army is, being attacked is always the worst feeling, and being attacked from the back door of one's own home is even more terrifying.Even if a small group of people far less than one's own broke in, it was as terrifying as a thousand troops. The cry of a companion being brutally murdered was almost equal to the mourning of a group of people being murdered.The remaining fighting spirit that had been struggling until midnight couldn't withstand this fatal blow, and disappeared in an instant.

When Long Su turned back halfway, what he saw was such a situation that couldn't be worse.Shuang Yanyueke has been restrained by Nishigong Diaoying, a halo of strange lines is slowly spinning under her feet, her face is unnaturally pale, and her body trembles slightly, obviously she was restrained by some kind of spirit-binding formation. tortured, excruciatingly painful.In his haste, he gave up the idea of ​​rushing up to snatch people, and turned to Zidian to soar up, piercing the vault.

But at this time, Shuang Yueke's heart suddenly felt unusually blocked, and an inexplicable sadness flooded her whole body, and she had been trying to endure it all the time. At this moment, her eyes finally shed two lines of clear tears uncontrollably: "The emperor bro..."

In the dense forest, the hustle and bustle of the siege gradually calmed down.No miracles.Some are blue ice swords that have been broken into thousands of pieces and scattered all over the place.

"Oh, how tenacious..." Gong Wuhou lowered his hands, and Zhu Hong dragged across the snowy ground, and then was suddenly lifted up, bringing up a piece of flying snow, shining like stars, and red light gushed out from the tip of the sword , Straight to the Xuanming who fell to the ground.

At this moment, the majestic dragon shadow was swift and resolute, destroying mountains and trees all the way, drinking back sword soldiers, and amidst howling all over the ground, Shulou Longsu suddenly arrived.

His eyebrows are flying like swords, his lips are as thin as water chestnuts, and he wears the aristocratic bearing of a wealthy family. The flower fan is transformed into a sword, and he is directly approaching the person in front of him: "Shu Lou Long Su, please recruit."

Gong Wuhou also didn't expect this person to appear out of thin air, he was a little surprised, but he never asked about his opponent's background, since you blocked my way, I answered with a sword.

The dragon sings in the deep blue sky, and the butterfly dances in the blue sky.

Shulou Longsu's posture is unrestrained, and he can move forward and retreat with ease, just like the flowers and willows in spring, but the purple dragon shadow and sword spirit are Cui Wei, and the moves are powerful.

Gong Wuhou assessed her own injuries and knew that a long battle would be disadvantageous, so she wanted to be quick, and her moves were more pungent, such as sweeping the strings quickly and continuously.

Of course, Long Su didn't want to fall into his rhythm. After a pick-and-roll, sparks burst out, and he stepped back a few feet in an instant, turning his head back, and the sharp blade turned into a spiral of purple light, attracting raging wildness, and raised the sword in his hand. At the end of the day, the aurora suddenly rose, and went straight to the front of the palace without empress.

The long red robes were unrolled, and the whole person flitted to the side, and at the same time swung the sword, shaking the winger with sword energy.

And at this time, Zidian Qingshuang came again, and the cold blade was rubbing against that seductive face.This move is very dangerous, but Gong Wuhou didn't raise her eyebrows, her ethereal body turned outwards like nothing else, the same retreat as advance, the difference is that when retreating, Zhu Hong raised her momentum at the same time, with three folds of red lights, Killed like a gust of wind.

"It's a good trick, but it's a pity..."

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw long purple hair twisting around Ling Wu, and a voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "It's too late, and there's no way to continue."

The sharp edge is too sharp, and the moves are sharp, and while driving the opponent to death, he doesn't know that he can't leave room for flexibility.Ordinary people may have been driven into desperation long ago, but it is a pity that the dragon head of Confucianism is not an ordinary person, especially the peak of the three religions who has seen Yandu Dangong's moves once.In his eyes, the dazzling and gorgeous sword styles of countless unjust souls have gone through all kinds of changes, just like the Seven Treasure Towers, no different from useless moves.

The dragon head sighed softly, lifted the sword and slashed horizontally, the sky was dyed with purple air, and the dragon roared into the Chengtan, raising a cloud of smoke and dust.

Shulou Longsu? !

Looking at the strange purple sky from a distance, and hearing the sound of the dragon's roar, Xigong Diaoying only felt a piece of his heart collapse: Why did he miss this person?

The sudden change in the battle situation did not make him lose his composure. After all, the overall situation was under control, and the burning had already started. What made his mind go blank was that when he reflexively wanted to chase him, he saw a familiar line of messages in front of him.

There are only four words, but they are more incomprehensible than any heavenly scriptures. As if he had lost the ability to read, Nishinomiya Diaoying read the cigarette message once and again, and gradually he felt that the blood in his whole body was replaced by flustered.

In the end, this panic was suddenly shattered when another ray of purple light pierced through the clouds and illuminated the universe. He twisted his body, got up suddenly, and chased towards the place where the wind was surging.Bo sleeves trembled slightly, and a cold porcelain bottle slipped into his hand.

Gong Wuhou couldn't help curling up in the snow.Although he tried his best to cover it up, Long Su could still see the weirdness of him deliberately avoiding exerting force with his right hand.Long Su already had the upper hand, but this time, after a bluffing combo of attacks, he hit him on the back shoulder with a palm.The cold current that had been suppressed for a long time collapsed with a blow, and made a comeback, and the body was instantly paralyzed.At this moment, people are faltering, supported purely by the arrogance in their bones.

With a flip of her sleeves, Zi Longying returned to the ostentatious fan, and Long Su approached the little flower leopard with satisfaction: "With you in hand, it's not like everything is lost."

He was about to subdue him and take him away, but this dense forest was destined to be restless tonight.

A ray of bright light could be squeezed between the two, one of them seemed to hold the moon in the arms of a cloud, and fell away, and in a blink of an eye, the two turned and twisted with four hands, and they didn't realize that they had removed more than ten moves.Long Su intuited that the opponent's palms were dense, every move and every move was infused with a deep internal force that was completely inconsistent with his thin body, wave after wave slammed into the big acupoints all over his body, shaking his blood boiling.

Gong Wuhou stared blankly.

On the side of the ice tower, Heting saw that Xigong Diaoying suddenly pulled away without saying a word, before he could react, someone sneaked a palm behind him, a chill rushed into the veins of the whole body, sealing the orifices and blocking blood, He couldn't move for a moment, and watched helplessly as Princess Binglou, who had escaped from the formation at some point, stumbled and ran out.

Shuang Jiyueke nearly lost her physical strength, but she didn't know where the strength came from, along the hidden corridor that no one knew, and reached the dome of the ice building.

The dark night is eternally silent, and the white snow reflects the bleak light, which is still as shiny as jade.

It was quiet all around, only the sound of gurgling water and the beating of my own heart beating like a drum.

Has the ice building ever been so quiet?

In fact, she doesn't feel the cold, heat, bitterness, hotness, or sweetness anymore.

Because Binghong is gone, and because Brother Huang is not here either.

The city of smoke...is the city of smoke...

Since you like Binglou so much, leave them all to me...

Shuang Yan Yueke would not let any of them go.

She laughed strangely, her body swayed twice as if she couldn't bear the sharp smile, and stood still, with a sharp and deep shadow reflected on her slightly raised face.In the cold wind, a deep voice slowly recited a heart formula.

The magnificent ice sculpture buildings are like sleeping giants finally waking up.It blinked, and countless huge ice rocks fell from the sky; it exhaled deeply, and the icicles in the forest fell to death; finally, it finally moved, so it turned upside down and fell up and down.With the ice tower as the center, the entire wilderness boiled up, and the avalanche was like a torrent, destroying thousands of miles, and the earth was cracked with gaps, like the gaping mouths of gods and demons.Everywhere is the scene of millions of jade dragons soaring into the sky, frost forest and snow armor, covering the sky and covering the earth.

Where can I hear the slightest human voice?

Looking down from the top of the ancient mausoleum, it is just like picking out flies at the end of a feast in Langhua, or like a good handwriting dropping drops of ink at the end of the pen, losing appetite, losing appetite.

"If you don't show up again, never return to Yandu!" Yuyun Fengren's words spread hundreds of miles with his deep internal strength, and the person disappeared.

Shulou Longsu had no patience, and he didn't want the situation to change any more. Anyway, he was already old-fashioned, so he simply put aside his scruples about taking action against unknown juniors, and did his best without reservation.I saw another palm strike, and the surging inner strength that only belonged to the Demon King of the Night burst out.

As expected, Xigong Diaoying couldn't bear it anymore, and the people on the spot flew out obliquely, hit a tree trunk and rolled to the ground, coughing up blood.A devastating pain runs from the fingertips of the right finger to the shoulder, smashing and crushing every inch of it, making people feel so painful that they just want to die quickly.

Long Su immediately raised his hand, and the purple dragon shadow flew into his palm again, and the mighty kingly aura surged up, his famous moves gathered momentum, which attracted the roar of the nine heavens, and rolled up endless snow and thousands of points, like tearing catkins, like sifting salt .Everyone was deprived of breathing, only prostrate on the ground, lingering.

Gong Wuhou was restrained, and could only watch Jai Zi cracking from the sidelines.Xigong Diaoying's sudden soaring skill showed a very sick state, and it was not necessary to think that it was caused by external force, and the consequences were self-evident, as long as the temporary effect passed, the meridians would be damaged in the slightest, and he would be killed on the spot in the worst case.He trembled uncontrollably—why did he get to this point.

What's more, the upper limit of talent has been reached, how can it be possible to block the sun-killing blow of the peak of the innate.

Big drops of sweat rolled down her forehead, and while she was panting, Nishinomiya Diaoying recovered a little bit of sobriety, remembering why she ran here desperately.He reckoned that Yinzi's pill was about to fail, so he didn't dare to fight any more, he gritted his teeth and gathered his internal strength, a figure flashed, and landed beside Gong Wuhou, who was already frightened and furious, and his left hand, which was still able to move, scooped him up , is about to retreat.

However, with a dragon's chant, the purple current light that had been thrown into the air unexpectedly turned halfway, chasing after the soul and killing the heart.

Helpless, he had no choice but to push the person to the side and turn his body according to the situation. There was no way to avoid it, let alone a hard catch. He forcibly gathered all his strength and pushed out a golden barrier with a single palm.

When his life was on the verge of death, he was astonishingly calm, and his light shone into silence, as if his years were running out and the time was gone.

Slowly retreating all the way, every point of the magical power was offset, until the final exhaustion, the remaining three points of sword energy could only let it pass through the body.

Gong Wuhou was pushed hard and hit the snow directly, she struggled to get up, and what she saw when she raised her eyes was the moment when her true energy was turbulent and exploded.Immediately, it seemed as if a hand pierced through the chest, and the five fingers pinched the heart fiercely. The crimson lip was bitten, but the pain couldn't go away, and he couldn't breathe, even An Ye was dying on the top of his head.

In the gray haze, seeing the tall purple figure slowly approaching, with just one glance, it seemed as if he had finally broken the shackles and knocked all the restrictions with all his heart and soul, and all the overflowing water rushed to the corner of his eyes.

At that time, the sky and the earth were black and yellow, leaving only pure white.

Long Su found it inconceivable that the darkness of midnight suddenly changed to day, and the sky was full of light.

Absolute light is as terrifying as absolute darkness.

A red figure swayed towards him in the pure white background. On his pale face, a little cinnabar was shining with a strange light, and he couldn't look directly at it. It burned all the way, leaving behind a red afterglow.

At some point, Zhu Hong was held in his hand again, and then, with lightning-fast "dong dong dong", he struck out three times.

What does it feel like?Long Su felt that everything was blocked, and at the same time, it seemed that all the boundaries of common sense collapsed and became chaotic and ambiguous.The difference between the enemy and ourselves has been lost, and there is no distinction between each other. How can we attack and defend, kill and defend, advance and retreat, life and death...?

In this momentary incomprehension, the two passed by each other.

Then the sad wind and snow stopped, the white light faded, and it returned to the night.Ying Luo shattered and flew all over the sky, like the Milky Way falling straight down.Blood was slowly oozing out of the luxurious and unmatched Chinese clothes, but even so, it still looked like a celebrity with a hairpin and tassels.

Holding the sword in his hand, Long Su swayed his body slightly, and sighed softly to the void: "It's a failure."

Gong Wuhou felt like she had just escaped from one nightmare and was thrown into another without any buffer.

And the climax of this boundless and endless horror came from a series of empty valley footsteps that were exactly the same as the ones he had heard before.

The pale plain-colored figure seemed to have never left, and had been waiting here, waiting for them to throw themselves into the trap.

That person seemed to be afraid that he would forget this scene, so he deliberately chose to wave Xuanfeng down in front of him, without any cover-up or excuse.

Then he was gently picked up and walked back slowly, pressing his head with the palm of his hand and forcing him to rest his chin on his shoulder all the way, despite the tears and the white mist, the silence on the snowy ground in winter Blooming red.

There was nothing he could do.There was nothing he could do.

If he was smarter at that time, if he could admit his mistake at that time, if he begged for mercy at that time.

At the moment when everything was being destroyed and shattered, the bamboo leaf embroidery came before my eyes again.

So is this God asking him to atone for his sin and make him repent?

Gong Wuhou clutched the cold sleeve recklessly, only extreme panic remained in his consciousness, but he finally exhausted his last strength to yell out the begging that had been buried in his heart and could not be uttered back then. : "Stop hitting! Fu'er goes back with Master!"

Tears gushed out all of a sudden, and the person had already struggled to the limit.

The visitor saw that he was tossing around, lost his mind, his breath was disordered, and he was already showing signs of madness, so he couldn't help but showed shock, and quickly raised his hand to hit several big acupoints on him.The crying sound was stifled by him abruptly, and then sank in the crook of his arm.

"Oh, where did these two lost lambs come from?"

Facing the frost and snow, the passing smoke of the ancient mausoleum slowly walks towards the falling ice castle.The icy wind was blowing, pulling up his plain robe, and flying fiercely, showing a gesture of submission, as if he was just a humble servant holding up his skirt to welcome his king's arrival.

He stopped at the foot of the city, looked up, and Shuang Yanyueke, who was standing on a high place, became nervous for no reason.

"From childhood to adulthood, your unruliness and willfulness have not changed at all."

After finishing speaking, EMI Kunwu, who was all in black, sprang out from behind him, and the slightly calloused hand holding the sword seemed to have sensed it, with a slight touch, the sword energy suddenly soared into the edge of the sky, and the sword fell In an instant, the collapse of the snow peak and the cracking of the wilderness were stopped, the clouds covered the city, the thunder appeared, and the air seemed to be burning with clusters of blue flames.

A thunderbolt fell, hitting Shuang Yueke's side, the icy blue hair sparked a wild dance, and the remaining life and consciousness slowly emptied from her body, she suddenly realized what had happened, she lost her mind in horror Looking at Guling Shiyan anxiously: "You...you killed Fengzuo!"

Gu Ling Shi Yan looked at the frail body like a dead leaf with a blank expression. "I used to think you were stupid, but now you're not so stupid. Princess, I have to trouble you to go with Gu Ling."

The heavy snowflakes flew up and down, silently, and quietly covered all the colors after a while, and a scene that hurt both sides was finally over.

The author has something to say: Yes!It's not the great master that Dan Gong throws himself into his arms!Not a grand master!Not a grand master!

The initial explosion of the eyes of blood and tears was not for the great master!Not a grand master!Not a grand master!

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