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The heaviness comes from his physical energy consumption and the will of these dead men.

The realm of these dead men is far from him. The sword intent or the explosive power of the second practitioner who exploded all the true energy in his body was also because of the old monk's choice that could fall on the old monk.

For the old monk's body, the power that barely left a mark on his skin was no different from someone who took a spoon and hit him on him.

Just to save energy as much as possible, the old monk controlled his consumption to the extreme. Sometimes when applying a stick, he would rather bear damage like a spoon hit and minimize the output consumption of the true energy as much as possible.

But no matter how small the damage is, after all, it is damage.

More fatigue also comes from a high concentration of the mind.

The purpose of every practitioner who came is not to survive, but to just give his life to the tip of his stick to harvest. The last blow before his death is not to worry about his own life and death, but to try to cause harm to him as much as possible.

If he is not focused, then these practitioners who are much lower than him may really cause serious harm to him with such will.

As the wooden stick became heavier, the old monk's skin began to become hot and his breathing gradually became hot.

On the dark side, the number of that ghostly army has become sparse.

However, the eyes of the practitioners who kept walking to the old monk were still calm, and even had an incomprehensible indifference.

The only difference is the general who always stands at the forefront of the army.

Deep in his eyes, there was confidence at this moment, and a kind of fanatical flame flashed, like a fire ignited under the ice.

Blood was already flowing between his lips and teeth under his masked black scarf.

When the first deputy general walked forward to death, his snow-white teeth had bit his own lips, but he did not feel any pain.

The physical perception of pain does not seem to exist to him at all.

He has vision that is incomparable to any practitioner. In this heavy darkness, he can even see every move of the old monk.

At this time, he was just watching every attack of the old monk and the track of the wooden stick walking in the darkness very seriously.

The time is actually very short.

But the strong will disappear, and the fresh life continues to die with this cold will that is so cold that it is impossible to understand, making time extremely long.

The number of people behind this general who was led is already extremely rare, with only dozens of people left.

However, suddenly, his eyes were not sure what traces were captured, and his gray pupils suddenly became bright.

As soon as his body began to move slightly, a sergeant behind him who was about to walk out keenly felt the changes in his energy and stopped instantly.

Then the general led by the name began to move.

The old monk's stick tip just exited from the chest of a practitioner.

The blood oozing from the heart of this practitioner was instantly frozen by extreme cold.

However, the front end of the old monk's wooden stick still maintained a very high temperature due to the rapid flow and friction of the heaven and earth's vitality, so several drops of blood in his heart were still on the tip of the stick and it was still sticky.

The soldiers in front of him, or as a practitioner and a dead man, were more appropriate to describe them... Their two hundred and dozens of corpses were piled up together, and even if they could not be compared with the bodies of thousands of strong men in Changling that year, they had already piled up on the ice into hills.

The moving general quickly passed through the cold air. Just as the sticky drops of blood on the tip of the old monk's stick were about to fall and not yet condensed, the figure of the general appeared at the top of the mountain of corpses.

The old monk suddenly raised his head.

The qi sensing between the strong cannot be described in words. Even though the aura that bloomed on this general at this time seemed to be no different from the practitioners he had killed before, he intuitively felt extremely dangerous.

Without any hesitation, he took another step forward.

This step is a distance of dozens of steps for ordinary people, and they go directly to the foot of the mountain of corpses.

He stepped out his right foot. The moment the right foot fell, a powerful force exploded the ice surface that was countless feet deep. The heat from the hot lake below had not yet gushed out of the ice surface. All the corpses, including the snow-worn corpses around who had already looked like ice sculptures, were all shocked and flew upwards.

With this stepping force, a powerful force surged in the old monk's body. The tip of his staff blew, like a hot lake under his feet, stabbing towards the general who fell in the rain on the body.

The wooden stick travels so fast in the space that the picture of all this is almost stagnant.

However, the general's figure flashed between the flying corpse, disappeared in an instant, and appeared in front of the old monk again.

A piece of ice suddenly accelerated along his two fingers, bearing the power given by him and the surrounding heaven and earth, and stretched towards the old monk's eyebrows.

The old monk's pupils suddenly contracted.

At this time, his true cultivation was second only to Yuan Wu, and he was taught by Ding Ning. Even if Yuan Wu and him set out the sword together, it would be impossible for him to be faster. However, at this time, he was sure that the ice sword transformed into by this piece of ice would be faster than his staff.

The rapid flow of energy around both sides and the dryness in their bodies clearly reminded him that the other party's general was a master of the seventh level, and it was not an ordinary seventh level. The most important thing is that the other party seemed to have seen through his sword moves and saw through his body state with extreme accuracy.

His physical energy was exhausted too much, and his attack was slower than before.

This general is different from those who sent the dead, and is a rare master.

The general saw through his sword moves.

The number of people is superimposed, which is enough to defeat him.

A loud bang exploded.

The old monk's left foot also burst out with incredible power, and the ice surface that had been sputtered out one by one.

The old monk's body retreated at a terrifying speed, and the direction of the piercing of the stick in his hand changed slightly.

Two snarls were heard.

A sword wound that was transparent to the front and back appeared on the left shoulder under the old monk's neck.

The general's left palm was guarding in front of his eyebrows, and the center of his left palm was completely penetrated.

Two blood mists floated in the air for a moment, and they were frozen into red powder and fell.

The old monk stepped on the ice with his feet, retreated for more than ten steps, and retreated in front of Ding Ning.

The general looked at the old monk and Ding Ning and Changsun Qianxue in the air indifferently, and his body floated back like a flying kite, landing in front of the ghost army, which was no longer large in number.

The wooden stick in the old monk's hand fell to the ground and kept trembling.

The heat and ice on the ground kept flying upwards, just like the entire hot lake was about to fly upwards.

"Who is it?"

Changsun Qianxue took a deep breath and asked Ding Ning, who looked very solemnly.

"Not a Chu person."

Ding Ning said slowly.

He had previously told Changsun Qianxue and the old monk that this was from the Great Chu army and that he was also him who said that he was not from Chu.

However, Changsun Qianxue did not feel strange about this.

Anyone's judgment will change due to the other party's changes.

“Very strong.”

Ding Ning looked at her again and said seriously.

The old monk coughed gently and coughed up some blood. He wanted to pull up the wooden stick inserted under the ice, but Ding Ning looked at him and shook his head, "Don't take action anymore. If you take action again, you can't get down to this glacier and you can't go back."

The old monk nodded, not persisting.

This is a very objective thing. Any practitioner who wants to survive must consider that his true energy and physical strength can support him to go back and walk out of this glacier along the way he came.

He raised his head and felt the presence of the general as he fell back through the air.

The general was also injured.

But the other party's injury seems to be a calculated price.

The other party still has the power to fight again. The attack just now was the result of the general's sacrifice of so many people and needed to be replaced.

Changsun Qianxue raised her head.

She took a step forward.

She proudly blocked the old monk and Ding Ning.

Her pride is not only because she is one of the strongest female cultivators in the world at this moment, but also because she has always lived according to her own wishes and has never succumbed to the will of others.

This is true pride.
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