Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 188
far north.

A Thousand Miles of Ice Field.

A snow-white carriage stepped on a pile of ice chips and moved forward quickly. The woman in Tsing Yi, holding a whip, gently pulled her face towel, trying to block the ice chips coming from the pavement.

"How long will it take?" The woman in Tsing Yi asked in a deep voice. The temperature on the ice field is unimaginably low. If she hadn't used her internal strength to resist, the blood in her body would be frozen into ice slag in less than an hour.

"Immediately." The woman in the carriage lifted the curtain and looked ahead.

This is the real world beyond the sky. It snows all year round and there are many glaciers. Not to mention animals, even trees cannot survive here. In the distance are icebergs that are ten thousand feet high. No one knows that there will be more icebergs after the icebergs. What, because no one has ever been able to get there.

It can even be said that this is the end of the world, the northwest corner.

"Here we are!" The woman in the carriage suddenly raised her head and said, there was a low snow mountain, and there was a cave halfway up the snow mountain.

"How do I get up here?" The woman in Tsing Yi stopped the carriage and looked up with a little worry.

"Are you waiting for me here?" The woman in the carriage came in. She was wearing a white fox fur and her skin was like snow. After walking a few steps, her hair was also covered with snow flakes, but she quickly melted into the ice field. For oneness.She raised her head, jumped up suddenly, stepped on the snow mountain step by step, and rushed towards the halfway up the mountain.

The woman in Tsing Yi's eyes widened. Although she always knew that Miss was working hard to practice martial arts, she never thought that she had reached this point.

The white-clothed woman skimmed down the mountain to the side of the cave within a short while, but unfortunately the cave was blocked by wind and snow, she didn't hesitate, and hit the entrance of the cave with a flick of her sleeve and a palm.

The wind and snow were flying, and the three-foot-thick ice and snow were instantly scattered.

The white-clothed woman withdrew her hand and looked up at the four characters that slowly appeared at the top of the cave.

Langyue blessed land.

"Father." The woman in white shirt whispered, "Ten years."

It has been ten years since his father retreated into Langyue blessed land.Before entering Langyue blessed land, he said that this time he closed the gate of death, either he would sweep the world after he came out, or he would die in Langyue blessed land.Now that ten years have passed, no matter how strong a person's martial arts is, if he doesn't leave the customs for ten years, the possibility of the latter is undoubtedly greater.

The woman lowered her head, Langyue blessed land was covered by a metal door made of copper and iron, only there was a small hole in the corner, which should be the mechanism to open this Langyue blessed land.The white-clothed woman took a deep breath, and then raised a ball of purple air in her hand, swung her hand violently, and slapped the palm into the small hole.

The iron gate remained untouched.

"Is it still not enough..." The woman murmured in a low voice, then she raised her head, stared at her beautifully, turned the purple energy in her hand again, transported several times more energy than before, and smashed it into the hole again middle.

This time the iron door shook violently.

Then the woman was beaten out whole, and she fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this scene from below, the woman in Tsing Yi couldn't help exclaiming: "Miss..." She was a little annoyed, so she said that she shouldn't let that Baili Dongjun go so easily. I don't know what Miss is hesitating about!To open this door, that kid should be caught here early!

Dengtian Pavilion, fourteenth floor.

Baili Dongjun held a sword in his left hand and a knife in his right, panting with exhaustion.

"The sword technique is the Nineteen Styles of the Embroidered Sword, and the saber technique is the Wuhu Breaking Mountain Knife." The guard on the fourteenth floor was a young monk holding a long stick. He looked at Baili Dongjun with a somewhat impatient expression, "You Are you deliberately provoking me?"

Baili Dongjun is suffering so much that he can’t tell. The Instant Kill that he learned from his father, and the No. [-] Under Heaven that he secretly learned from Mr. Xiao Ruofeng, have already used it to defeat the guy on the tenth floor who uses the meteor hammer. After that, he broke through three floors in a row, but when he reached this floor, he just couldn't beat the long stick in front of him. In the end, he even used the two-handed sword technique at the bottom of the box, but in the end he only knew the two most common martial arts. any idea……

Who let me have a master who can only cheat apprentices?
"Why don't I try." Sikong Changfeng raised the corner of his mouth, raised his spear and stepped forward, "This master, what's your name?"

"Yuanze." The young monk said in a deep voice.

"Shaolin monk Yuanze?" Sikong Changfeng was startled, "Aren't you already dead?"

"Shaolin monk Yuanze is indeed dead, I am now Xueyuecheng Yuanze." Monk Yuanze swung his long stick and smashed it head-on at Sikong Changfeng.

Sikong Changfeng faced the long stick but didn't dodge it, he swung the spear with his right hand and hit it too.

Yuanze frowned, wondering in his heart: Doesn't this kid's marksmanship want to hurt both sides?

Thinking of this, his long stick slowed down slightly, and then saw Sikong Changfeng raised his left hand, and pulled out a short spear from his waist, which blocked his blow, and then swung the long spear with his right hand down. , brushing past Yuanze's shoulder.

"It's dangerous..." Baili Dongjun let out a low cry.

Sikong Changfeng withdrew his two guns and looked at Yuanze proudly.

Yuanze smiled: "Okay, right and wrong. It's kind of interesting."

"Just how much?" Sikong Changfeng twirled the spear in his hand.

"The gun is a good gun, and the marksmanship is also good. It's a pity that the fire is too short!" Yuan Ze suddenly jumped up, swung the long stick in his hand wildly, and danced one after another with the stick.

Sweeping, dialing, clouding, racking, teasing, poking, splitting, dancing flowers, picking, pointing...

Dazzling!

"Yasha stick technique!" Sikong Changfeng hastily waved his two spears to respond. He had heard of the Shaolin Temple's stick technique. Under the force of the stick, only Shou was left.

"Injustice? Is there any injustice in your heart at this moment? But what can you do!" Yuanze swung his long stick and knocked Sikong Changfeng back three steps.

"Sikong Changfeng." Baili Dongjun suddenly whispered, "Let him play more happily!"

Sikong Changfeng nodded. Although he didn't know what Baili Dongjun wanted to do, this guy has become much more active since he entered Tianqi City. There must be some way, so he moved forward again, Using his most ruthless and strongest marksmanship several times, Monk Yuanze even retreated three steps.

"Okay, okay!" Monk Yuanze shouted three times, and struck three times with the long stick, making Sikong Changfeng's mouth numb.

"Not enough fun!" Baili Dongjun shouted angrily.

Sikong Changfeng gritted his teeth, threw away the short spear, swung the long spear and hit him fiercely, regardless of the defense, let me hit hard!

Yuanze also fought more and more fiercely. After the last [-] stick techniques were used up, he successfully lifted the Silver Moon Spear into the air, and the corner of his mouth raised, "You lost."

"You are too engrossed." Suddenly, a cold shout sounded in his ear!

Monk Yuanze turned his head abruptly, as long as he raised his breath again, a knife handle hit him, knocking him out all at once.

Baili Dongjun put away his long saber and sighed softly: "If you can't beat one, then fight both together."

(End of this chapter)