Qilian Mountains.

cold.

The cold and biting wind, wrapped in flying frost and white snow, swept across the earth.

At the far end of the field of vision, the undulating mountains and dangerous peaks look like statues of gods that have been silent for thousands of years, silent and reaching the sky.

Underfoot is an endless grassland, with withered and yellow grass stalks shivering in the wind and snow, struggling to survive. Suddenly, a sharp and high-pitched whistle sounded from the sky, and a huge figure, with its broad wings stretched out, was hovering in the wind and snow.

, a pair of golden and cold pupils were looking down at everything on the snowy field, it was a snow sculpture.

suddenly.

The eardrum-piercing roar rose up in the air as if it could penetrate gold and stone. The snow sculpture leaned down, and like an arrow from a string, it plummeted down from the sky and flew towards an insignificant black spot on the earth.

.

As the distance between the two quickly approached, the black spot became larger and larger, and the outline became clearer and clearer, and then I saw that it was actually a person.

The heavy snow was falling, and this man, wrapped in a cloak and carrying a harp on his back, was standing in the snow, motionless, as if he had become a stone in the snow.

But he seemed to have noticed the crisis approaching quickly above his head. He slowly raised his eyes to look at the huge black figure. He saw a huge and amazing snow sculpture spreading its wings and swooping over. A pair of huge claws had just arrived.

The sky above grabbed Su Qing's shoulders like lightning, and the strong wind brought by the wings blew against the facade.

Su Qing smiled.

He raised his arms and swung his green robe horizontally and then rolled it up. The flying snow two feet above his head stood up like a rolling wave and turned back and upstream. It collided with the falling snow and formed a stream of air.

The powerful whirlpool wrapped the snow sculpture inside.

The big eagle swayed in the air like a kite, then flipped two or three times, and then continued to circle until it stabilized its body.

But there are already people who can't stand it, and they don't know how high it is.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly I saw a dark shadow flashing and disappearing in a flash.

The snow sculpture had fallen sideways, fell on the snow, and slowly stopped moving while struggling.

It turns out that there is not just that one person in the snowfield, but many people, because today, here, an unprecedented battle will begin, which is related to the life and death of the Central Plains Wulin, and is related to the life and death of everyone.

Looking around, the masters of the Demon Sect have arrived, including Bai Xiaolou, the other three heavenly kings, and the two elders of the Demon Sect, a total of six people. Over there, Xie Xiaofeng also led the leaders of the five sects.

When they arrived together, there were six of them.

It's just that these people don't look very good-looking.

Because they had already seen Su Qing, he was alone, and he actually dared to come alone.

He alone wanted to win against the twelve people present, and even more wanted to win against Bai Xiaolou and Xie Xiaofeng?

Isn't this just nonsense and daydreaming?

Su Qing's behavior is undoubtedly looking down on others and despising others, especially Bai Xiaolou and Xie Xiaofeng. Their faces are already showing chill and coldness, and they are even more evil and murderous.

The higher a person's martial arts, the higher his status, and the more powerful he is, his arrogance and self-esteem will be even greater.

Su Qing's actions during this trip undoubtedly made the two of them feel that their self-esteem was humiliated.

"How dare you play with me like this?"

Bai Xiaolou made a cold sound, gritted his teeth, and spoke word by word. His face had no expression, as if it had been blocked by the wind and snow. There was only a pair of frightening indifferent eyes, as if he was indifferent to everything.

, indifferent to life and death, staring at Su Qing.

Xie Xiaofeng didn't say anything. He was already holding the sword with an expressionless face. It was rumored that he was born with the ability to merge the human sword with the sword. Su Qing didn't know whether the rumors were true or not, but as soon as the other party held Xie's Divine Sword, his whole body...

Su Qing's energy and spirit had undergone earth-shaking changes in an instant. He felt that the wind and snow seemed to be getting colder. The cold was coming from all directions, pervasive, as if it was soaking into his bones, causing chicken skin to appear on the back of Su Qing's hands.

pimple.

murderous look!

The unimaginable sharp energy, in a trance, the young man standing in the snow is no longer a flesh and blood body, but a sharp sword, shining in all directions, with energy penetrating the heaven and earth. Every move of his hands and feet seems to have been born.

Amazing sword energy.

It seems that he was also angered by Su Qing, and even more disappointed. As he was, he was born with the fame, wealth and power that people in the world dream of. He did not need to work hard for the realm that others struggled to pursue, and he was born superior to others.

But now, he needs an opponent and longs for an opponent. If he doesn't have an opponent, how can he know how difficult and dangerous the road ahead is? If it's not the top, it's like a flat ground. There's no joy, no motivation, and there's no way to make further progress.

The path to martial arts is already full of dangers, and the path to swordsmanship is even more dangerous at every step. He really needs opponents to sharpen his edge and pave his way forward.

But now.

Su Qing was completely unaware of everyone's gazes, and it was more like he didn't see everyone's expressions. He just took off the piano from his back, took it into his arms, and then said lightly: "What's the hurry? I have this piano in my hand, that's all."

There are thousands of people, and I am fighting alone. Who is strong and who is weak is still unknown."

As soon as he said these words, some people were shocked and suspicious.

How is Su Qing's martial arts?

He is not tall, but very tall. At least looking at the contemporary era, just one battle with Shangguan Jinhong is enough to make him one of the best in the world. He is also the leader of the Qinglong Club, and with his amazing records in consecutive games,

His martial arts are indeed very high.

But people with higher martial arts skills often know how to hide themselves and cover up themselves. Only those young people who are just starting out, as soon as they enter the world, will be eager to become famous all over the world, and their unique skills and martial arts will be exposed.

, so it is this kind of people who die the most.

Su Qing's piano music has also become famous all over the world. At least the battle at Longmen Grottoes is enough to prove that his piano skills are extraordinary.

What's different now?

Does he have any reservations?

"Su Qing, when death is imminent, you still dare to talk so shamelessly!"

The one who spoke was still the head of Huashan.

"Do it!"

After that, he shouted loudly, and the leaders of several factions moved together, shaking their swords and pushing their palms, to attack Su Qing as if they had discussed it in advance.

Those who pick persimmons always like to pick on the weak. Now that there is only one person in the three-party decisive battle, Su Qing must get rid of him first. Then the remaining two parties can have a hearty battle without any worries. Not only do they think so, but the demon

The five people who taught one side thought the same way, and they all attacked Su Qing in no particular order. You will know if he has any hidden strength, just give it a try.

Only Bai Xiaolou and Xie Xiaofeng did not move.

The two people stood quietly in the snow.

They are all waiting.

Waiting for Su Qing to die, or waiting for him not to die, the result of not dying is that the ten people who surrounded him have verified Su Qing's strength with their lives.

Su Qing stood.

There are either sword lights, palm power, fist wind, sword light, or long whips waving in all directions. There are figures everywhere, and murderous intent everywhere. This kind of dangerous situation, I am afraid that anyone who is exposed to it will risk their lives.

His heart was pounding with fear. Whoever fell into it might lose all ten of his lives in the terrifying formation of these ten masters of the world who worked together to encircle and kill him.

"Hey, actually don't you think there is another option?"

Su Qing sighed quietly.

Another option?

But at this moment, the situation was so pressing that no one thought about his words.

And Su Qing has also taken action.

Since they want to try, Su Qing will try it for them.

The price, of course, is their lives.

"Zheng——"

The strings vibrated. Su Qing held the piano in his arms with one hand, and twisted his fingers with the other hand to hook and pick. The eight strings, as thin as needle thread, flew out of the piano with a low sound in an instant. On the surface of the strings, he was surprised to see green light flowing on them.

, like a flying needle walking a thread, traveling back and forth in the wind and snow, as fast as a shadow.

In an instant, Su Qing's piano body shook, and the eight strings were suddenly withdrawn.

But seeing the ten figures surrounding me, at this moment, like thousands of arrows piercing the heart, hundreds of blood holes burst out all over the body, the swords broke every inch, and the bodies spread out silently as if they had been cut by sharp nets.

, turned into a pile of broken limbs and broken arms.
Chapter completed!