[King Shen] Please enter the urn

Not long after Zhao Biqiong led the Iron Lions, seeing Wang Huoshao falling behind and becoming the target of the snow wolves' siege, his eyes frown, his deep pupils were dark and hard to distinguish, and he seemed to hesitate, but it was fleeting.

He took a deep look back at Wang Huoshao who fell upside down in the bamboo basket, and then turned his head mercilessly.

Regardless of his life and death, he led his disciples to move on.

When he saw Shen Lang and Wang Lianhua turning around and galloping past him, he sneered coldly.

This sneer was not only sarcasm, but also implied some indistinguishable emotions.

Under the leadership of Zhao Biqiong, the disciples of Tishman Gate assembled into a diamond formation.

Zhao Biqiong took the lead, and after the cloud came out of Xiuduan, the outer circle disciples were on guard with knives, and the inner circle disciples were ready to attack.

As soon as a snow wolf pounces, he will be slashed by a round of knives first.

If someone on the outside is bitten by a snow wolf, they should immediately retreat to the inner circle and be helped to bandage and recuperate immediately.At the same time, the people in the inner row immediately made up for the gaps in the array.Let's go and fight, with strict discipline and order.

Even though the snow wolves were extremely ferocious and fearless of death, like continuous waves, they made surprise attacks round after round, but the effect was minimal.

Tishmanmen fought all the way and marched for more than ten miles, killing more than 20 snow wolves at the cost of only one death and three injuries.

Faced with such a remarkable battle result, everyone rejoiced and felt that this group of hunters in the wilderness was no more than mediocre.

The more they fight, the more heroic they become, and the more they kill, the more heroic they become.

The shadow of the knife was chaotic, and the flesh and blood splattered.From time to time, there would be scalding blood dripping all over his head and body, and someone would stick out his tongue and taste it, the fishy smell in his mouth mixed with the heat in his chest, it was even more intense and refreshing than that of burning a knife!

In the team, someone suddenly sang loudly, high-pitched——

"The sound of the sword and halberd, the song of the strong wind, congratulate me, the iron lion!"

This was just a disciple's whim, but this generous singing made everyone's heart burn like fire.

Regardless of the wind and snow, regardless of the dangers, and regardless of whether his voice is rough and hoarse, it is hard to hear.

The blood surged in their brains, and everyone had a burning fire in their chests, and they sang in unison——

"The sound of the sword and halberd, the song of the strong wind, congratulate me, the iron lion!"

"Come and behead one head, come and kill another pair."

"Peeling wolf skins to make winter coats, removing wolf bones to make wine!"

Even the wounded recuperating on their horses sang along.

The singing is generous and passionate, as if it can melt the entire ice field!

The fight with heaven and earth, and the fight with the snow wolf are all insignificant in their eyes!

It is said in the world that Zhao Biqiong's method of raising his disciples is like raising a pack of mad wolves.

These are derogatory words from those who are jealous or hostile,

Now it seems that it really fits very well.

Yes, the disciples taught by Zhao Biqiong are all fierce tigers and crazy wolves.

The fierce ferocity was aroused, and it was vividly displayed in this fight.

Hahaha, now we have to see, is this group of overlords on the ice field more ruthless, or their crazy wolves from Tishman Speyer are stronger!

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Guo Su, standing on the left wing of the team, was originally a little-known disciple in Tishman Gate.

This time he was able to go out with the master to find the whereabouts of his senior brother and junior junior sister. It was also an opportunity for him to practice after defeating many senior brothers in the ring.

Facing the weird labyrinth of Glacier Road and the furious siege of snow wolves, he also felt timid and flinched.

At this moment, his song was generous, his sword was as fast as the wind, and all his fear and timidity were burned to ashes by the boiling blood in his chest.

Every time he takes a step, he firmly believes that God will not take his life, because he is the iron and courageous lion of Tishman Gate!

With a loud shout, another sharp knife cut off half of a snow wolf's head.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound from the soles of the feet.

Guo Su looked down and saw a dark crack suddenly appeared on the bottom of his feet, he was slightly startled——

"The ice surface... cracked?"

As soon as he uttered an exclamation, his whole body was engulfed in the suddenly widening crack.

After the crack engulfed one person, it didn't stop, and spread rapidly with lightning speed.Looking far away, it is like a huge mouth suddenly cracked in the vast ice field.

Pass through the crowd of Tishman Gate, and divide the whole team into two from the middle.

It was too late to rescue Zhao Biqiong, who watched Guo Su fall into the gap, his face sinking like water, and there was a trace of sadness in his dark pupils.

In a moment, the grief turned into raging anger, burning along the crack all the way to the source of his disciple's death——

It was a queer old man.

With gray hair and an ancient face, he wears a bamboo hat woven with thin bamboo and a coir raincoat made of hemp grass.

Calling him weird is not because of his fisherman's attire.

Instead, on the dry land of the ice field, he actually sat leisurely on a light boat with a penny used for punting on his shoulders.

The winter wind blows and the snow blows in the cold river, which is quite elegant and pleasant like "a man with a hat in a lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow".

And that huge crack was made with the penny in his hand.

The depth of its inner strength is truly astonishing.

Zhao Biqiong likes powerful warriors, but the revenge of his disciple being killed prevents him from appreciating the opponent's arrogance.

Squinting his eyes to look at the old man, a frightening light leaked from his slightly closed narrow eyes.

He called out, "Qi'er."

Yun Chuxiu stepped forward quickly, took a long knife wrapped in black cloth from behind, held it high in both hands, and presented it respectfully in front of Zhao Biqiong.

Zhao Biqiong held the handle of the knife with her right hand and slowly pulled it out.

Canglanglanglang——

There is no strange phenomenon, no cold light, not even a trace of magic weapon should be as sharp as it should be.

A rusty broken blade full of nicks and curls was pulled out of the scabbard.

Who would have thought that the treasured sword that fought north and south with the "Iron Brave Lion Heart" would look like this!

Gently stroking the rough spine of the broken knife, Zhao Biqiong's cold expression revealed a trace of imperceptible melancholy.

He murmured to himself: "Old friend, one day, I won't be able to shake you... That day is not far away."

"But, it's not yet!"

With a shake of his right wrist, the black broken knife shot out.

The sound of the breaking wind was like a tiger howling in the forest, and it was majestic, and it directly took the head of the old man's neck.

Facing this menacing knife, the old man looked calm and did not move.

He said slowly: "Your Excellency is already sick, so you should refrain from anger and anger. Why do you want to treat an old man like me so cruelly?"

With a slight sigh, he picked it out with one shot.

Not a single bit of bells and whistles, flat and indifferent, but it landed on the tip of the broken knife with incomparable precision.

The broken knife stopped suddenly, and fell down without strength.

Before landing, one hand made a copy in mid-air, breaking the knife to start.

The old man's expression changed slightly, and the penny he picked out shrank back to protect his chest.

There was only a crisp sound of "bang", and the penny collided with the blade.

Zhao Biqiong's face was close at hand, and with a sharp knife, he pressed firmly in front of the old man.

The old man smiled slightly and said: "Be careful, don't damage the old man's boat."

In the rushing wind, Zhao Biqiong's robe fluttered, and his hair flew wildly.

"The boat?" He said lightly, "I thought it was a coffin you prepared for yourself."

After all, the sword strikes again, and the world loses its light.

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Zhao Biqiong fought with the old man for a long time, the shadows of knives were dazzled, the dance of sticks was windy, rabbits rose and falcons fought for hundreds of rounds, the fight was evenly divided and evenly matched.

As the fierce battle was in full swing, the old man suddenly put away the penny, slid backwards lightly, and jumped back onto the boat like a white goose swimming in water.

Zhao Biqiong stood back with his knife, sneered and said, "Why, you want to admit defeat?"

The old man shook his head, stroked his gray beard, and said with a smile: "Master Zhao, does Master Zhao know how many sticks I have just delivered?"

The sudden and profound meaning of these words made Zhao Biqiong suspicious.

But he was deep in the city, his face was not showing at all, and he said coldly: "Why are you asking this?"

The old man smiled slightly, his brows were kind, and he had a calm and distant temperament.

"That's right, head Zhao is the head, how can you care about such small things?"

"But the old man is counting silently in his heart."

"This old man has always thrown out 380 sticks, 160 seven sticks were parried by Master Zhao's treasured sword, and the remaining 210 four sticks all fell on the ice."

Although he didn't know what the old man meant, Zhao Biqiong knew that he was not just talking nonsense, so he felt a little guarded and dignified.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Under Zhao Biqiong's scrutinizing gaze, the old man lifted up the penny and hit it hard on the ice under the light boat.

clack clack-

There was a crackling sound on the ice, and then the sound became louder and more urgent.

Where the penny pointed, a spider web-like crack appeared, rapidly spreading around.

Crack, crack, crack————————————————————————

Accompanied by a shocking bang, the ice surface with a radius of hundreds of meters cracked, shaking the earth and shaking the mountains.

On the thousand-foot-high dome, a goshawk soars and circles.

The amber sharp pupils have a panoramic view of the Qianli Glacier.

In its eyes, the boundless ice field, surrounded by a light boat, cracked and collapsed layer by layer, raising ice waves and snow howls [-] meters high.The blue river gushes out from under the ice, like giant hands sweeping away the living things on the ice.The ice floe that has broken away from the ice layer is like a rootless duckweed, floating on the glacier without any support.

The place where Zhao Biqiong stood was inevitably shattered into a piece of ice floes the size of a door panel, which was lifted high under the impact of the water tide, almost throwing him off the ice.

He raised the knife and stabbed it, the blade penetrated three inches into the ice, and stabilized his figure.

In the bitter cold wind, Zhao Biqiong held his knife and looked around, feeling desolate in his heart.

On the vast ice field, many Tishman disciples fighting with wolves were unable to escape the collapse of the ice layer, and were swallowed by the glacier together with their enemies.

He could only watch helplessly, but there was nothing he could do.

At the beginning of the collapse of the ice sheet, the old man took his light boat and fell into the rushing glacier from between the cracked ice crevices.

Unlike those poor Tishman Gate disciples, when they put their boat into the river, they feel like swimming in water, extremely at ease.

In all directions, the ice fields were still collapsing and sinking.

The old man propped up the canoe with pennies, with a pleasant smile and kind eyes.

"Master Zhao, is this distressing?"

"If I let all your disciples be buried here, wouldn't you be so painful that you would dig out your own heart?"