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Chapter 486 The Legend of Alaska

Cui Minzhe is from the Southern Cold Country, but he joined the long-awaited US Alliance five years ago and became a member of countless dream fighters.

The immigrant's prudence and the experience of humbly seeking advice from his predecessors allowed him to quickly take root here.

The strength of the 7-star strong wind level has firmly ranked second in the hunter team, making him more and more like a fish in water.

Now five years later, he has prepared the conditions for his family to immigrate.

Perhaps it was the smooth sailing all the time that made Cui Minzhe feel the pride of the Southern Han people in his heart.

However, after seeing this man, all his pride turned into endless humility at this moment.

That is a Xia countryman!

Even with the same yellow skin and black eyes, Cui Minzhe can be very sure.

The man was wearing the ancient and simple robes of the Xia Kingdom, and a Han sword with a red background and black lacquer was on his waist sword.

The mid-length hair casually draped behind made the man's profile look aloof.

"That's your compatriot?" When the avalanche was about to overwhelm, the teammates turned their heads and asked in confusion.

Cui Minzhe didn't have time to explain that his compatriots would not wear Xia Guohan sword.

The injector was activated, and eight streams of flame rose from the team's feet.

The only chance for Cui Minzhe and the others was to avoid this terrifying avalanche before the fuel of the individual injectors ran out.

1 minutes!

It only takes 1 minute.

Even if the spray angle is out of balance, there is the ultimate buffer umbrella to delay the descent.

So, they should be safe.

……

……

The man who came out of the mountain turned his head and looked at the avalanche rushing down the hillside.

In those eyes that have read the vicissitudes of life, there is only the purest plainness.

At this moment, Cui Minzhe and others who had just ascended to mid-air saw the picture of the man's two fingers raised together and gently raised.

The Han sword came out of its sheath in response, and pierced straight into the sky.

Cui Minzhe and the others instantly stared round their eyes!

Because they saw the man's windless and automatic robe, and saw the distorted white mist visible to the naked eye disintegrate in an instant, blooming layer by layer like a lotus flower.

They also saw that the Han sword that turned around and fell in the direction of the two fingers condensed into a huge sword of frost in an instant.

The mist like a sea tide converged towards the sword's edge, and countless ice crystals condensed.

The glacial waterfall perpendicular to the earth stands between the sky and the earth with a bright cold light.

The sword's edge fell in front of him, the ice waterfall condensed, and the avalanche crushed the top...

The snow-covered torrent roared and wanted to break through the sword-shaped ice wall, but in the end it could only surge up along the icefall.

Layer after layer rushes, layer after layer freezes.

The impact of the avalanche slowed down at an unbelievable speed, and finally a huge translucent arch formed on the slope.

The man stood safely under the "arch bridge".

"There are no Jiazi in the mountains, and the cold is so cold that you don't know the year."

While talking to himself in the vicissitudes of life, the man drew out the Han sword standing in front of him, and slashed forward casually.

The white waves bloomed to a height of [-] meters, flashing down.

Two halves of fog, two halves of glaciers.

The Han sword is still the same Han sword, but the mist that spreads out before the sword edge is unpredictable.

The man walked out calmly, like strolling in a courtyard.

Cui Minzhe and others landed from the sky in a daze. Because of poor control of the angle, several teammates directly landed on the solid and upturned giant ice peak in mid-air, enjoying the excitement of alpine speed skating.

When these people returned to the ground in disarray, they all swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and looked at the direction where the man disappeared just now with horrified eyes.

Looking at the artificially formed iceberg and... the glacier that was cut out by hand.

"God, what did I see?"

The black mercenary with a talent for rap tremblingly touched the solid ice around him.

The feel is similar to polished concrete barriers.

"There is no armor."

"This is the human battle king who has advanced to the 10-star gale level by virtue of his body!"

Cui Minzhe looked at the direction in which the Xia Guo man was leaving, and felt the bone-chilling cold freeze his knees. Not only could he not breathe, he even had no strength to kneel down.

[In this world, is there really a human being who can rival the giant beast above the pinnacle? 】

[Or is the power of 10 stars Gale level really the upper limit they know? 】

Cui Minzhe's mind fell into a shock that he couldn't extricate himself from.

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……

US Union, Pacific East Coast.

Only caravans and armies plowed through specific routes in the glacial canyons of hemlock and spruce.

The once natural pristine waters, snow peaks, deep fjords and forest islands are now occupied by misty behemoths.

The collapse of the North Alaska Fortress and the appearance of the typhoon-level Chaobai Behemoth have cast a shadow over this extreme northern land recently.

Only the most powerful business groups dare to travel through the current mountain roads.

Behind the danger is often accompanied by amazing wealth.

As far as capital is concerned, nothing can override wealth.

[Gerry Merchant Group] is a small caravan attached to the Joseph family. They have subcontracted a short section of the business route. The service targets are of course not ordinary people, but those who are 400 kilometers south of Juno City. Adventurers camped in the ice lake on the 14th.

After the gold rush came the craze of "searching for origin stones".

The habitat of giant beasts represents wealth. No matter in the extreme cold or in the tropics, giant beasts are always more talented than humans in treasure hunting.

The storm roared, and the broken ice slag hit the face from time to time.

The mercenaries of the Gerry Merchant Group were wearing the unique exoskeleton armor in the cold zone, and were moving forward slowly.

Suddenly, there was a sharp howling in the sky.

"Damn it, it's Luke Vulture."

"Stop, look for caves, and hide from these damned vultures!"

The leader was shouting, and the 200-man team moved quickly, choosing cover on the spot.

Luke vultures, these guys who are supposed to eat carrion in the tropics, God knows how they appeared in Alaska. Not only have they evolved hard feathers comparable to steel that can withstand snowstorms, but their body size has more than five times increased, with wings exceeding 10 meters The development of these giant beasts that can travel through snowstorms has become a nightmare for caravans.

They not only eat carrion, but prefer to eat fresh flesh raw.

Weak humans are their food against the cold wave.

Soon, everyone in the caravan saw a large shadow appearing in the distant sky.

"I'm afraid it's a flock of more than 100 vultures."

The team leader with Europa blood was a strong warrior two meters tall, but now he could only curl up his body as much as possible, so that the white exoskeleton armor could be covered by the snowstorm as much as possible.

A flock of 100 vultures is very rare, and once they are spotted, it is definitely a disaster.

"Silence."

For a moment, even the sound of breathing disappeared.

Only the howling snowstorm remained in the valley.

Black shadows approached.

The sharp screams converged into the ocean.

only……

Why is there a shriek in this voice?

(End of this chapter)