"Supernatural powers?"

Daoren Lin sneered and was about to rush up, but suddenly he seemed to have some sense of consciousness and stopped.

Nie Longtian also noticed something and stopped.

The two looked south without distinction, but saw a white-clothed swordsman walking a hundred miles away in the wind and snow. The man was handsome and handsome.

But the two of them naturally did not focus on their body, but on the long sword held in their hands.

It was just a very ordinary black iron sword, but the two of them clearly felt a sword intent that was cold and silent, but was extremely sharp.

"Mu Qingliu!"

The two people were nervous, their pupils were shocked.

"Two seniors."

Chu Tianyi held the long sword in his hand, and shouted:

"Please stop for the time being."

"give up?!"

After being shocked, Daoren Lin suddenly raised his eyebrows, and indifference flashed in his eyes:

"He wants me to stop, will I have to stop?"

"Senior, ask yourself..."

Chu Tianyi sighed and threw it gently, and the sheathed sword rose from the air.

Zheng!

The sword sounded like something and nothing, and the invisible sharpness seemed to cut the wind and snow together.

Jian Wuyan, but at this moment, Nie Longtian felt a pair of eyes, not knowing how far away he was watching this place.

It is calm, but it makes people breathe hard, as if the sword light is pressed against the middle of the eyebrows, the heart is cold and the back is cold.

"Mu Qingliu..."

Lin Daoren's five fingers were clenched tightly, and then loosened again. He stretched his right palm forward, and his five fingers flipped, as if a spark was blooming:

"Just about to try the 'Sword God's skill!"

...

...

Huh ~

Outside the pass, the wind and snow are getting smaller, while outside the pass, it is still heavy snow.

At the leeward, the tents were continuous for more than ten miles, and any tent was filled with soldiers. They kept warm to each other and listened to the sound of the wind and looked dull.

"Ghost weather!"

After leaving the warm tent, the handsome nobleman frowned immediately. He was not afraid of the cold, but could still feel the coldness.

This made him very dislike.

"Young Master, the Lord calls you to come over quickly..."

The nine-foot man with his upper body naked in the wind and snow was carrying a mace and said in the voice of an insult.

"I'm only a little short of breaking through the mountain and cutting off the heads of those damn Ming people to make wine glasses. Why did he come?!"

‘Nashazi’ looked angry.

"The death and injury are too heavy."

The rough man's voice was a little low and his face was terrible.

I have always been full of fighting spirit and now I am so frightened that it only took more than a year to kill three games.

More than a year, under the command of "Nashazi", they launched three sieges against Fang Zhenghao, and the result was shocking.

In addition to him, the only one who participated in the siege and killing was survived by Wanyan Keng who released poison from afar...

"Get over!"

"That Shazi" still wanted to vent, but when he heard this cold reprimand, he immediately lowered his head, unwilling to accept it, but he had to shut up his mouth.

This tent is located in a remote place, almost at the edge, and there is only one nearby, lonely.

And the inside is not big either.

There were only two people sitting opposite each other, one of them had a dark face and a cold breath, which was the Zuo Khan King "Nayudu".

Bang!

The heavy slap almost blew the head of "Na Shazi".

"Damn it! If it weren't for Mr. Ridi Fifth, you almost missed the big matter of the 'Palace Lord'! I'm beating to death..."

‘Nayuto’s face turned pale and wanted to do something, but was held by the scabbard.

"After all, he is a great warrior who has become a blood-changing warrior. It would be a pity to kill him like this..."

The fifth white eyebrows and cold eyes swept across the father and son:
Chapter completed!