A heavy and dull sound burst out.

Countless cracks appeared on the light blue glacier, like spider webs.

Zhao leiyue lay in the middle of the spider web, and blood gradually overflowed, and the picture looked beautiful and tragic.

She hadn't seen the battle of Chaoge City a hundred years ago, otherwise she would have known that regardless of whether she wanted it or not, at some moments she was really similar to Lian Sanyue.

The shadow that blocked the sunlight disappeared, and the master who attacked the sneak attack left the snow field through the virtual realm.

In that person's opinion, Zhao Layue was attacked by his true sword and was seriously injured and would undoubtedly die.

Even if she is born with a Taoist seed, she has a rare treasure and is lucky enough to die, she is unlucky under the siege of so many snow charms.

This is already deep in the snowfield, not far from the lone ice peak. The man didn't want to stay here for too long, and he didn't want to alarm the Queen of the Snow Country, so he left with one blow.

Who is that person?

Zhao Luyue already has the answer.

He Wei, the head of Kunlun Sect.

He Wei's realm is similar to hers, but his cultivation career is much longer. He is better than her in all aspects of swordsmanship experience. What's more, today he was taking advantage of her fierce battle with Xue Mei, so she naturally couldn't defend herself.

There were heavy footsteps on the glacier. The snow charms seemed slow, but in fact they were extremely fast moving towards her.

Zhao Layue's sword heart turned slightly, and she was sure that she was too serious to step on the Fu Sijian and stood up from the ground with difficulty. Her right hand fell heavily on her chest. The invisible sword intent entered her body along her fingers, and passed through the meridians at an extremely fast speed, temporarily suppressing He Wei's remaining gloomy sword intent.

Then she reached out and held the Fox Sword, her clothes moved without wind, and swept forward like smoke, and rushed towards the nearest snow charm.

There were countless cracks and countless ice slags soaring into the sky, blocking their sight like wind and sand.

Zhao lejue flew backwards, knocking through the ice slags, and landing below the glacier.

A dull sound.

A large pit was knocked out of the snow cliff below the glacier.

Zhao Luyue was lying at the bottom of the pit, with blood everywhere on her body, and still no expression on her face, thinking that she was going to die now?

When others encounter danger in the snow field, they can meet you.

Why can't you show up at this time?

Well, you're sleeping in Chaoge City.

Blood kept flowing down, covering her eyes, and in her sight, the world was full of bright red.

She raised her sleeves and wiped off the blood from her face, thinking to herself that if you were there, I wouldn't have encountered such a thing, right?

While she was thinking about these things, the snow charms were jumping from the glacier toward the ground, floating in the sky, getting closer and closer, getting bigger and bigger.

Her eyes crossed these snow charms and turned to the north.

In the distance, there is an isolated ice peak that can be seen faintly.

Why did she come to the snow field?

Because she needs to fight, because Jing Jiu has been here, because even the thing that March once wanted to do, but in fact these are not important, the real reason is very simple.

She just wanted to come to the world and always see the mountain.

What a pity.

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...

In the deep winter, the green mountains are still growing, the grass is growing and the warblers are flying.

Nan Wang seems to have been in seclusion these years, and it has been a long time since he asked the Qingshan Formation to open his mouth to let the wind and snow come in.

Of course, it may also be because Liu Ci died and Yuan Qiying was in Chaoge City.

The green mountains, which lack the changes of the four seasons, are indeed boring, so when people hear the loud noise from the top of the skylight peak, they all steered their swords and went to check.

No matter what happens, you can talk about the boredom of your life in Taoism, and you can also add some topics to the Qingshan Conference when you gather next year.

Elder Mochi, Guo Nanshan and others walked out of the cave immediately and looked over with surprise.

The stone gate of the cave had been smashed, and the weeds were all over the ground lying on the ground. The chair under the hut was blown to the ground by the wind, looking extremely disrespectful.

There is a flying sword flying in the sky, shining... the boring gray seems to be integrated with the dark sky.

The flying sword was extremely quiet, with a very high level, but a very slow speed. Looking at this scene, other disciples of Tianguang Peak were a little confused, and when they crossed Nanshan, they laughed, with nostalgia and a faint sadness in their smile, and said softly: "This guy really looks like his master the most."

...

...

Zhuo Rusui, the former head of the sect, finally successfully entered the Bohai Realm after another long retreat.

According to the observation of Guangyuan Zhenren's sword tracks that day, his realm was even more than that, and he had reached the peak.

The entire Qingshan knew about this, and the disciples from each peak came to Tianguang Peak. On the one hand, they were congratulating, but on the other hand, they were naturally curious.

Hundreds of disciples from each peak stood at the top of the peak, looking at Zhuo Rusui who was talking to Guangyuan Zhenren, his eyes full of envy and yearning.

Those female disciples of Qingrong Peak who have heard of Zhuo Rusui’s past deeds are even more admiring.

"Master Zhuo has practiced Taoism for less than two hundred years, but he has reached the peak of the Sea of ​​Polita. He is truly a natural Taoist seed!"

"This should be the youngest peak in the sea ever, right?"

Disciples from each peak were talking.

At this moment, a sudden voice sounded: "He was one year slower than the head of the sect, so of course it doesn't count."

The disciples turned around and found that they didn't know the person who was talking and didn't know which peak he was from.

The person who spoke was Yuanqu. The person he said was naturally not Liu Ci, but Jingyang Zhenren.

Listening to this, the young disciples were a little disbelief and thought to themselves that this was true?

Zhuo Rusui, who was talking to Guangyuan Zhenren at Luxia, saw Yuanqu and heard his words. She walked over and asked with some uncertainty: "Are you doing it wrong?"

Yuan Qu said: "I have made backups of all files. Do you want to check them yourself?"

Zhuo Rusui said a little annoyed: "What are you doing so seriously? Besides, I am still very awesome if I am only one year later than my uncle."

Yuan Qu looked at him and said with a smile: "Sorry, you have been three years slower than my master."

Zhuo Rusui was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said furiously after a while: "Where is her?"

Yuan Qu said: "Master is out."

Zhuo Rusui smiled awkwardly and said, "I beat her when I came out of seclusion. It seems that she has no confidence. This is avoiding me!"

Yuan Qu said with a sarcasm: "If you have the ability, please say it again in front of her."

Zhuo Rusui said annoyedly: "I used to give face to the head."

Listening to these conversations, the young disciples who did not know Yuanqu were very surprised, thinking that who this person was, he was so rude to talk to Uncle Zhuo.

Someone whispered: "This is Master Yuanqu from Shenmofeng."

The resentment and anger of the young disciples disappeared after hearing this sentence.

The three words "Shenmo Peak" have a very special meaning in the current Qingshan Mountains, although the legendary master of the sect has been sleeping in Chaoge City.

"Then what are you doing?" Zhuo Rusui heard two unpleasant news in a row, and suddenly felt that life was still so boring. She changed back to the depressed appearance she used to say listlessly: "I can't stand my happiness, so I came to make trouble for me on purpose?"

Yuan Qu said: "Please eat hot pot."

Zhuo Rusui's drooping eyelids suddenly picked up and said, "Okay."

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...

Gu Qing was not there, no one was in charge of Shenmo Peak, and those monkeys could not make hot pot, so Yuan Qu took Zhuo Rusui away from Qingshan and went to Yunji Town. Jingyuan had no one for a long time, and the Gu family also changed their heads, but the service they should have remained the same. When they landed on the bank of the flower stream, the hot pot had just boiled and exuded an attractive fragrance.

Tongyan sat at the table, pinching the highest point of the long chopsticks in his right hand, slowly slashing and pulling it in the white soup. His slow look was really annoying.

Zhuo Rusui was very annoyed by people like this, thinking that this was a very disrespectful thing to hot pot. He didn’t dare to say Jing Jiu before, so he didn’t dare to say that he was a childish face?

"If you don't like hot pot, why do you do it while you paddling? Also, you have to wait for everyone to eat! When you were in Zhongzhou, did Bai Zhenren not teach you the rules?"

In just one short sentence, Zhuo Rusui had already prepared the dipping sauce, picked up a piece of tripe and drowned in the red soup.

Tongyan ignored him, took back the chopsticks and put them on the porcelain chopstick pillow, picked up a cup of tea and drank it slowly.

During his time drinking a sip of tea, Zhuo Rusui had already eaten the tripe and drank a bowl of wine. Then he looked at him and continued to attack: "You are not in a state now... Are you working hard? I used to be optimistic about you."

Tong Yan still ignored him until he ate two more plates of meat before he said slowly: "Fang Jingtian will be the head of the sect next spring, are you willing?"

When Zhuo Rusui heard the serious matter, the chopsticks in his hand finally stopped in the air and said, "Of course I don't want to, where is Gu Qing?"

If the head of Qingshan falls into Fang Jingtian's hands, it will become extremely difficult for him or Gu Qing to inherit the position of head in the future.

Tongyan asked, "What are you going to do?"

Zhuo Rusui picked up half of the pig's brain flower with chopsticks and threw it into the red soup. She drooped her eyelids and said, "What else can I do... Then do it."
Chapter completed!