On the fifth day.

The silver-haired old woman stood on the top of the mountain. She had digested her previous insights. Although it was not enough to make her enter the mystery, it allowed her to peek into a new path and possibility.

This made her feel like she was bright and bright.

Maybe after this period, it is time for her to resign from the position of national teacher, obey her wishes, and embark on this brand new path.

Of course, before this, she must keep the Holy Son, even the last thing she did for the Great Wei.

Although it is early winter, the weather is extremely abnormal.

It started to fall when the heavy snow stopped and it took five days.

The old woman felt something, and suddenly her pupils shrank and she looked into the distance.

There is no sign of premonition.

A strong wind suddenly blew.

It's about a hundred miles away.

The sky seemed to collapse.

The suppressed gray-copper sky is cracked!

Those were two sudden snow tornadoes falling from the cracked hole!

The tornado is rampant, and even here it has an impact.

The snow floating in the alien canyon became crazy, and the accumulated turbulent vortex swept across the world, and was spinning rapidly with the two tornados as the center.

The national teacher's eyes were sharp and he stared at the far distance.

There, the two snow tornadoes were colliding, fighting, overlapping, and separated!

All the rocks and dead trees around them were crushed into dust and became part of the tornado!

The wonders between heaven and earth are like this, which makes people feel moved and produce a kind of spiritual excitement.

The national teacher empathized with it, couldn't help but burst into tears, and felt enlightenment.

However…

She had a vague feeling again.

It seems that the old guy from the Shadow Academy has arrived.

It seemed that someone stopped him.

And this snow tornado was the battle between the two.

But after just thinking about it, the silver-haired old woman threw this idea out of her mind.

Because this is impossible.

First of all, no one from Dawei came again, she only added two worshippers.

Secondly, this kind of power is definitely not something that the group of Tianyuan in the Shadow Academy can do, but Tongxuan will not take action.

So, this is not a human fight.

It is a wonder that naturally generated by heaven and earth.

The old woman put her vigilance down and felt awe in her heart.

Tongxuan means Tongtian and earth. If you raise your hands and feet, you really have such power, then wouldn’t you be a land immortal?

She looked at the dancing and roaring wind and snow, and was a little distracted for a moment.

…

Xia Ji also saw the snow tornado.

The two spirals of wind carried the flowing white, and they were generated in the distance like madness, as if there had become the main perspective of the world.

If the snow tornado continues to come west...

Others probably want to escape.

As long as the tornado is indicative of coming from the west, the five thousand Wei soldiers in the alien canyon must abandon their camps, baggage, and evacuate immediately, otherwise they will suffer disaster.

But he wanted to try to resist.

How do you feel when standing in the center of a tornado?

Can be simultaneously.

He felt that the tornado was a little abnormal again.

As for why, he couldn't say it.

With heavy snow on the border, it is not impossible to have tornadoes.

The boy sat in meditation and the true energy was flowing.

As soon as the snow arrived, it was shaken open by a hooded wave mark, which left Xia Ji with no snow on his side.

As for the internal energy consumed by doing such a thing, he can replenish it with just one breath.

In other words, even if he doesn't bring an umbrella at this time, he can be completely free from rain and snow.

The cold and beautiful saw was inserted beside him, and it was as simple and mysterious as a statue.

Xia Ji's eyes looked into the distance.

After all, no one would ignore the two dancing snow tornadoes.

Where the tornado is located is a chaotic white tsunami.

Slowly, the wind direction finally shifted.

This natural disaster will not come here, but instead went to the east and passed by a barren mountain in Yan State.

The barren mountain was cut open by this tornado.

It's like being scored by a knife.

The tornado stopped as a result.

In an instant.

The wind stops!

Snow stops!

The world clears up!

Thousands of light columns fell on the ground, covered with silver and a layer of gold. The scenery of the northern country showed a desolate and vast beauty at this time.

This scene made the Wei soldiers in the canyon, the scattered people in the world, the female heroes who came from all over the world to "ask for questions from the King of Knife" and the "brothers around the female heroes" dumbfounded.

The scenery is certainly one aspect, but more of it is a shock.

Is this the weather too willful?

Too human?

Isn't there even a transition?

The tornado turns to the sun?

…

at this time.

Hundred miles away.

The world is peaceful.

Before the cracks in the barren mountain.

The tall and handsome figure bent down to pick up the hat, dusted the snow on the hat, and pressed heavily on the arc moon-long knife with his hands wearing black gloves, as if relying on this to support his exhausted body.

A few strands of hot blood suddenly penetrated the gloves and slid towards the handle of the knife.

The blood dripped three feet away and it was frozen into red beads and stuck to the hilt of the silk-wrapped knife.

Oh...

Oh...

My chest was a little ups and downs, as if I had just experienced a fierce fight.

Her legs are long and her body is well-proportioned. Although she can't see her appearance clearly because of the hat, she must be a very beautiful person.

However, her temperament is very strange, making it impossible to guess what kind of face it is.

It is not considered as the beauty of a secular woman, nor is it considered as the heroic appearance of a hero, it is not considered as charm, it is not considered as pure, nor is it considered indifferent. There is no word that can describe this strange and mysterious beauty.

Chiu...

She suddenly pulled out the knife, and the blade was dark red.

The hilt has her own blood.
To be continued...