When Zhao left the twelfth lunar month, He Zhan was grilling fish in the yard, and at the same time comforting her that the hot pot today was delicious. The same thing happened in many places in Baicheng. Ordinary people comforted and enlightened each other, but compared with previous years, there were much fewer believers kneeling on the street.

The Saint of Knife has been recuperating in a small temple for 90 years. He has not seen miracles for a long time, and his faith has faded naturally.

These ordinary people don’t know that in the snowfield that they absolutely dare not step on, there are practitioners in it fighting bloody battles with the monsters in the Snow Country for their own different purposes.

The war between the human race and the Snow Country has lasted for too long, and I have already learned some understanding of that strange country, especially what happened before and after the Queen of the Snow Country gave birth to a hundred years ago, which made the strong men of the race firmly judge.

The life in the Snow Country originates from, but it seems that there is no need for food and vitality. It only requires the cold itself to continuously produce energy. When the number of monsters in the Snow Country exceeds a certain line, the coldness in the north is not enough to maintain, and those monsters in the Snow Country will either go south by themselves or be driven south by the queen, thus forming a terrible beast tide.

If the human race does not want to face the tide of beasts like that more than 700 years ago, it must ensure that the number of monsters in the Snow Country does not exceed that line.

Since the human race's strong men could not pull the sun closer to the ground, there was only one way to keep hunting monsters in the snowfield.

For many years, Meihui Dao Zhan chose to kill monsters in the snow field, which is why.

The Queen of Snow Country doesn't seem to care about the deaths of those low-ranking subjects, as long as she doesn't anger her.

The Fox Sword, which had no color and did not bring out a striking glory, disappeared behind a black stone mountain in the snow field.

It didn't take long before the breath of heaven and earth there changed drastically, and the movements of the avalanche were so clear even if they were hundreds of miles away.

The strong men from the Fengdao Cult, Kunlun Sect and the Northern Sect of the Divine Guards felt the changes in their energy, and rushed to the sky to look there, feeling the bloody smell coming from the wind, and their expressions changed slightly. They thought to themselves which sect had entered?

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Tens of days later.

Zhao passed dozens of Black Stone Mountains and came to the abdomen of the snow field. Looking around, the world was covered with snow white, and there was no other variegation.

Her white clothes were stained with various blood stains of different colors of the snow country monsters, and she looked very eye-catching in the vast snow.

A straight line appeared on the snow, which was the surface melted by the sword breath.

Fu Sijian walked against the surface of Xueyuan. She stood on the sword with her hands in her arms, her clothes fluttering, like an immortal.

But her eyebrows and eyes were too indifferent and murderous, and she looked more like a witch.

Not long after, Fu Sijian stopped.

In front of me is a bottomless abyss that cannot be seen from a distance, but standing near and looking down is so terrible.

The snow covered the black stones on the cliff, like a broken wall.

Without any hesitation, Zhao Layue drove his sword down, broke through the strong winds that surged from the ground, and came to a cliff cave dozens of feet bottom.

Some parts of the stone walls of the cliff cave are extremely smooth, obviously being ground by some hard object, and the residue of some slurry can be seen in the corner.

Only extremely high-level snowworms can have such power and erosion.

She knew that she had found the right place and walked towards the cliff cave. She didn't walk for long, and finally saw the traces of swords burning on the cliff.

She was very familiar with the breath remaining in the sword fire traces.

Zhao Layue stretched out her finger and touched the scorch marks left by the sword fire, and then unexpectedly saw several silk silk hanging in the cracks of the rock.

For more than a hundred years, I have not been able to cover up all the past.

This is the cliff cave where Jing Jiu and Bai Zao were trapped for six years.

Many stories have happened here.

She thought about where Jing Jiu should have been sitting back then, so she sat down there, closed her eyes and began to rest.

After entering the snowfield for more than 70 days, she killed 762 snow monsters, but the grade was not too high. Except for the troublesome snowworms of the king level, she was inevitably a little tired.

A howling sound came from outside the cave, and the wind and snow were getting heavier.

There was also a howling sound from the bottom of the cave.

In order to save Jing Jiu and Bai Zao, Gu Qing and others dug directly into the ground, and later blocked it with huge rocks. There were gaps between the stones, so there was naturally wind.

The sound of wind and snow gradually became louder and smaller, with a kind of coldness, but it made Zhao twelfth month accustomed to or even liked, which gradually made her enter a state of emptiness and brightness.

A few days later, she opened her eyes and woke up with a little cold and displeased look.

The voices of human practitioners came from outside the cave, and those people should be talking about her.

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"I don't know which sect's senior master is here to kill monsters and prove his truth."

"The leader said that if we meet this person, we must be respectful and must not offend him. I think he may be a monk from Guocheng Temple."

"In this way, would it be inappropriate for us to collect the corpses of the snow monster along the way?"

"How can senior masters care about these external things? It can be considered as our money making a fortune."

"Who is it!"

"Everyone, let go!"

The conversation between those practitioners suddenly turned into exclamations, followed by countless dull collisions, like countless heavy rocks smashing from the sky to the ground.

An old voice sounded: "This is the territory of our Kunlun Sect. You sluts dare to come and steal treasures, so why don't you get out of here!"

The human practitioners naturally did not accept it, but they did not dare to talk to this Kunlun Sect’s powerful man.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking through the air sounded, followed by a muffled groan and several exclamations.

"Fellow Daoist Rong! Fellow Daoist Rong, are you okay!"

"As the elder of the Kunlun Sect, you actually took this murderous move! Are you planning to kill us all to silence us!"

The powerful Kunlun Sect said in a cold voice: "This mediocre person from the Feng Dao Sect dares to attack me. He deserves to die. Today, he just cut off his arm and talks about teaching a lesson. Even if the Saint of Sword is here, what other truth can he say?"

The cave suddenly became silent.

If the Knife Saint can still take action, will the Kunlun Sect dare to be so arrogant?

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Those monks could fight for the corpses of snowworms, and Zhao Layue didn't want to pay attention to it at all, but when she heard that the person who later claimed that this place was the territory of the Kunlun School, she immediately changed her mind.

She stood up and walked towards the bottom of the hole, waved her hand, and countless sword intents came out sharply, instantly cutting the huge rock that Gu Qing and others had blocked back then into debris, and walked out.

Those practitioners were in a confrontation and suddenly found a woman walking out of the snow cliff. They were shocked and thought to themselves what was going on?

There were pits about half a foot deep in the snow, revealing the extremely hard ground that was frozen inside. It was supposed to be the method of the Kunlun Sect master.

Those monks were all injured. One of them was extremely injured. His right arm was broken. He sat in the snow with great strength and no sound. He should be the Fengdao Cultist.

Zhao Layue glanced at the white-haired Kunlun Sect master and asked, "Your name?"

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A practitioner who can penetrate deep into the abdomen of Xueyuan will definitely have extraordinary strength and no one is a fool.

Especially when seeing Zhao Layue walking out of the snow cliff, everyone knew that she must not be an ordinary practitioner, but she was afraid she had a great origin.

The Kunlun Sect master narrowed his eyes slightly, noticed the remaining sword intent in the snow cliff's mouth, his heart was slightly slight, but his expression did not change at all, and asked, "Fellow Taoist of Qingshan Sect?"

Zhao Layue did not answer his question, looked at him and asked again: "Your name."

The Kunlun Sect master narrowed his eyes even more violently, and his eyes fell on her short hair like wild grass. He asked in surprise: "Dare you dare to ask if the Lord of Shenmao Peak is in front of him? I am the elder Peng Si of Kunlun, so he is polite."

Hearing this sentence, the practitioners were very surprised and looked at Zhao Layue, thinking that this very famous genius figure a hundred years ago had been in seclusion? Why did he suddenly appear in the snowfield?

The elder of the Kunlun Sect named Peng Si got out of the shock, calmed down, and said, "Since it was the Lord of Shenmao Peak, that's all for today."

When he began to find out that this woman was a powerful man from Qingshan Sect, he was most worried that the other party was Nan Wang, the lord of Qingrong Peak. At this time, he knew that the other party was Zhao Layue, and his fear disappeared.

Before Zhao left seclusion, he was in the wilderness and his talent was indeed amazing, but even if he was in seclusion for a hundred years, he was still far inferior to himself.

Of course, he didn't want to offend Qingshan Sect. After explaining this scene, he stepped on his sword and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound.

Countless flying snow danced wildly, and a bright red color appeared in it, fluttering like a ribbon.

That was the sword light of the Fox Sword, and it was also blood.

The Kunlun Sect elder's right arm left his body and flew towards the sky.

He screamed, and did not care about fighting back and ran away to the sky.

Zhao Luyue stretched out his hand.

Countless sharp sword intents broke through the air.

The Kunlun Sect elder shook twice, fell from the flying sword, and fell heavily on the snow, leaving no breath.

Countless holes appeared on his body.

Blood kept overflowing from the holes, and there were also some extremely dark spots of light. It was supposed to be fragments of the sword ghost.

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(I especially like your name. I like the reunion after separation and death, love that intertwined, lovers who cannot touch finally stood in the same time bubble. I like the sweet and sour taste of love. I recommended this star from the earth a few days ago, but I don’t know why it was not shown in the update. I recommend it again here. I have recommended it to many friends around me. It’s so sweet... Just like when I was chatting with Weid, the hobbies of middle-aged uncles are always so clear.)
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