I have nothing but luck

Xie Rongjiao raised his sword and came to the snow mountain in the west.

It took him less than a day to cross thousands of miles from Fengling City in the Southern Region to the snow-capped mountains in the West, but in this short day, he killed more people than he had killed in the 18 years before his life. There are many more people.

Thanks to Xie Tingbai, when Beihuang really planned to invade Kyushu, the demon cultivator who had been hiding in the southern regions for a long time finally showed his minions without any scruples.

And the same task they received was to stop Xie Rongjiao, if possible, it would be best to keep Xie Rongjiao's life.

He is dressed in red with a phoenix feather, and his sword is Zhenjiang Mountain, which is really unique and easy to recognize.

Therefore, Xie Rongjiao almost stepped on the corpse of the demon cultivator all the way here. If Zhenjiang Mountain was not an ancient magic weapon refined from the spine of a phoenix, he couldn't help wondering whether this sword could last until the time he met Mo Luo. .

It's not that there are no hidden paths to walk on. On the way to Xihuang Snow Mountain, you may experience fewer fierce battles, kill fewer demon cultivators, and retain a little more strength.

Xie Rongjiao thought very simple.

He remembered the places in the Southern Region that he and Jiang Jingxing traveled together, the smiling faces of the little ladies and the corners of their skirts blooming like flowers.

If you can kill a few more demon cultivators, hundreds of thousands of people will die in the Southern Territory.

It was a good deal.

After paving a road to the snow mountain with Moxiu's body, Xie Rongjiao finally got a glimpse of the whole snow mountain.

Covered in ice and snow, it stretches endlessly to the end of the continent. Even if you look up, you still can't see which cloud layer the high mountain top is on.

It's like the barrier set up by the Dao of Heaven for this continent when the world was created. After the barrier passes, it will be the end of the Northern Wilderness of Kyushu.

Of course, it is majestic and majestic.

And under such an endless and insurmountable sky screen, under such a supreme heaven and sky, and under the ten thousand years of time rotation, mortals and practitioners, such disparities in splendid Chinese clothes and coarse sandals, seem to be treated fairly.

All become ants.

But even if it is ants, the army of demon cultivators is densely packed with ants, covering the entire extension of the snow mountain, and the long front can seal the surrounding area of ​​the snow mountain. The kind of ants with goosebumps on their skin.

It turns out that the demon cultivators have accumulated so much in the past 200 years. When they sent troops to attack the third front of the northern border, western border and southern barbarians at the same time, they still had enough power to send a large number of demon cultivators to surround the snow mountain.

Even if Jiang Jingxing was able to kill Mo Luo down the snow-capped mountains, when he was at the end of his strength, he would be helpless in the face of this vast army of demon cultivators.

Xie Rongjiao's breath froze into ice in the cold climate under the snow mountain.

He hid behind a rock that was oddly shaped enough to cover him, and patiently calculated the most suitable way to break through.

It's a pity that the ginger is still old and spicy.

Computing power is still reliable for saints.

Xie Rongjiao calculated three times patiently, and found that no matter which road he took to get in, the energy and time spent would be the same.

He didn't hesitate any longer, and walked step by step to the demon cultivator's camp with Zhenjiang Mountain in his hand.

The blood on the tip of the sword is still not dry all the way in Zhenjiang Mountain, following Xie Rongjiao's footprints, dripping drop by drop in the snow, melting the ice and snow that never melts all year round into a series of small pits.

Like the red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, it is breathtaking.

And in this dark and cold world, there is a different kind of vitality that does not match.

The army of tens of thousands of demon cultivators saw that someone came to die for the first time. Although one is too small, it is not enough for them to punch their teeth with three fists and two feet. They all became agitated.

Like the black tide undulating and surging, the ants that live in groups come out in search of the scent of honey.

Xie Rongjiao was one step faster than them.

He was wearing a bright red shirt like a dancing flame, and he only had time to see the light before leaving a running afterimage. The ray of light drawn by Zhenjiang Mountain's sword edge brushed against the air exploded instantly with the dancing flames, densely intertwined into a net .

Blood was flying everywhere, and broken limbs were everywhere.

Moxiu was afraid of his sword's edge in Zhenjiang Mountain, and when he saw Xie Rongjiao's approach, he took the initiative to retreat three feet, praying that he would not be the next unlucky person to die under his sword, but he was forced to be trapped by Xie Rongjiao. Make a gap in the encirclement circle.

Hong Yi went straight to the mountain.

And the bloodstains that he shed wherever he went have not completely dissipated, forming a coherent red blood road in the snow.

It was as if a tongue of flame was burning unstoppably in the burning thread with the snow-capped mountains as the cable. When he climbed to the top, Xuan Huan clamored to release fireworks that shook the whole Kyushu, lighting up a corner of the black sky. When dispelling the dark clouds that obscure the sun.

"Jiang Jingxing, I think at the beginning, the national teacher gave your fate a wrong attribution."

Jiang Jingxing and Mo Luo are undoubtedly the two most powerful people in the world.

Fighting between holy realms cannot tolerate a single negligence.

Improper breathing, leaking emotions, and disturbed mood can all become the crucial chess pieces in deciding the outcome of life and death.

So it seemed very strange that Mo Luo suddenly said something at this time.

It seemed that he especially wanted to grab Jiang Jingxing's job. Compared with him on the same street, whoever set up a fortune-telling stall would be more able to attract customers.

Moro certainly wasn't that busy.

He continued on his own, "The national teacher said that you punished your relatives. I don't think so. At least your husband and wife have good luck."

Jiang Jingxing finally smiled a little appreciatively.

And at the right time, he said humbly: "Thank you, thank you."

When he pretended to decline humbly, the Baji sword in his hand didn't slow down a bit: "But don't think that you can escape under my sword just by saying a few good words about Aci."

It doesn't look like Moro would think so naively, a daydreamer.

Moro is not.

There must be a purpose in what he said.

For example, at this time, Mo Luo showed a meaningful smile: "It's not a compliment, but it should be like this. If it weren't for the good luck of the husband and wife, how could the eldest son of the Xie family be willing to give up the inheritance of the true blood of the Phoenix in his body? Mix with a trace of soul in your soul lamp, burn it as the wick of the ever-burning lamp, connect the mountains and rivers of the southern region, and send you to the realm of [-]% perfection?"

It's really hard for Moro to calculate while fighting, and he can still figure out the mystery of the sudden igniting of the ever-burning lamp.

No wonder.

The opponent who thought he had worked hard and was sure to win suddenly breaks through the situation and hangs you up to fight, everyone will be a little psychologically unbalanced.

What's more, their battle is not only about their own life or death.

The ownership of Kyushu will be settled after this battle, setting the tone of sadness and joy that is currently unknown.

Jiang Jingxing knew that Mo Luo was deliberately disturbing his mind.

I also know that if Moro interrupts me like that, my mind will be confused because of this, and I am afraid that Moro will wake up laughing in his dream afterwards.

But his thoughts really spread out uncontrollably, wrapping around Xie Rongjiao.

Ah Ci, do you really know what you are giving up?

After forcing the true Phoenix blood out of his body, isn't he afraid that he will be unable to deal with Xie Tingbai and the catastrophe in Kyushu?

How dare he stay alone in Fengling City, fighting Xie Tingbai alone with Zhenjiang Mountain in his hand?

The awe-inspiring sword energy is everywhere, and it almost merges with the air. It is both upright and majestic, and meticulous to the point of being unstoppable.

It seems that under the three thousand avenues of heaven and the universe, they are self-contained.

Mo Luo's sage's senses, which allowed him to detect every ray of wind around him, keenly sensed that Jiang Jingxing's sword was slowing down a bit, and the awe-inspiring sword energy in the air froze for a bit.

It was such a slight chance.

Mo Luo secretly rejoiced, and pointed to the sword. The huge sword shadow piercing the sky behind him gradually solidified under his palm, and he refused to let go of this opportunity, adding fuel and vinegar: "

The eldest son of the Xie family is really too young and naive, but he does not know that with the true blood of the phoenix in his body, he is the destined person to inherit the phoenix, not to mention that it is a matter of time before entering the holy state, even if it is not necessarily impossible to reach the phoenix state back then.How could he worry about just me? Sooner or later, the entire Kyushu world will be firmly held in his hands. "

Mo Luo couldn't understand Xie Rongjiao.

People who don't do it for themselves will be punished by heaven and earth.

Whether a magic cultivator can be regarded as a human being in the definition of Kyushu is another matter, but all magic cultivators believe in this sentence.

If Mo Luo himself has Xie Rongjiao's great luck and great fortune, and can inherit the painstaking efforts of the four spirits, why would he bother to exhaust his energy and plan such a big game step by step?Not to mention handing over one's great luck to others——

It was Mara's supreme mercy not to kill all those involved in this matter.

In his eyes, Xie Rongjiao is naturally ridiculously stupid.

It is illusory, and I don't know when it will turn yellow and brittle like silk, and then break the two halves of the word love, giving up the sacred cultivation that was sent to the mouth, and giving up the infinite possibilities in the future.

Is it more than stupid enough to sum it up?

What Mo Luo didn't expect was that when Jiang Jingxing heard a series of words from him, the Hao Ran Sword, which had been slightly depressed due to his confusion, became fierce again, almost making him breathless.

In line with the beautiful starting point of reciprocity, Jiang Jingxing returned Mo Luo's words sentence by sentence: "You will never understand what A Ci thinks."

"That's why you desolate demons will never be loved by heaven. You will never be the one chosen by the four spirits to inherit."

"He did what he could."

"And all I have to do is tell him there's nothing wrong with what he did."

The two of them were concentrating on fighting, usually enough to cover thousands of miles, and with their strong sense of sword intent to kill thousands of miles away, they didn't realize that someone was climbing all the way from the foot of the mountain.

The spiritual power burns extremely fast in Xie Rongjiao's meridians, like adding countless stoves to roast together under the river. Although the river is vast and boundless, it is ultimately limited, and there is a moment when it is completely burned and evaporates.

Xie Rongjiao first crossed the border in Fengling City and killed Xie Tingbai who was the closest to the Holy Realm, and then galloped all the way, the sword brushed over the necks of hundreds of demon cultivators.

After that, he fought his way through the tens of thousands of elite magic cultivators, and went straight to the top of the snow mountain without stopping for a breath.

If it is said that the people who do these things only have Mahayana cultivation, I am afraid that it will make people laugh their eyes out and wake you up, don't patronize daydreaming.

Xie Rongjiao is obviously the one with the most delicious daydreams.

Right now, his spiritual power was almost exhausted, and his meridian and heart were left with countless large and small dark wounds during the fight. In front of him were the three Mahayanas intercepted by Xihuang, and behind him were waves of elite demon cultivators who caught up.

Before and after, there are all difficulties of living towards death.

Xie Rongjiao didn't think so.

There are people waiting for him up there.

So he's going up.

That's it.