The wind and snow roar.

A huge bull was swept up by a wind dozens of miles away, swept all the way, and shot heavily into the front of the team.

The young guard at the front of the team roared and drew his sword out of the sheath. The sword aura was filled with energy, but the bull was too large and in an instant it was like a mountain of Tai in the head.

The moment the tip of the knife touched the body of the bull, the young guard knew that he might not be able to withstand this huge pressure.

The ancient knife cut through the tough skin of the bull, and after entering the flesh, it stuck, which made his back hit the carriage heavily. The "secret talisman" in the carriage instantly stirred up. The "big thing" was too big, and the rushing force of the snow tornado rolled it into the air and fell down, which made the guard's chest sank.

The young guard's face was ferocious, as if he was hit by a meteorite. He looked ahead with a pale expression. In the storm of wind, countless corpses were smashed like heavy rain.

Another guard was still roaring and roaring, directing his tribe members to retreat.

The long dragon of the entire convoy made a difficult turn, gradually turning from hitting the snow tornado and turned into a twisted parallel line. Two big red date horses broke their legs, their front knees broke, their body leaned forward, making a painful neigh, and their upper body fell heavily, slid out along with the tribe members on the horse's back, and they were submerged in the snow tide in an instant.

Tian Yu's eyes were red, and such strange phenomena rarely appeared on the Heavenly God Plateau. Usually, there would be a formation master in the king's tent, who would divine and predict good and bad luck at the same time to avoid such bad celestial phenomena. The snow tornado came too fast, and even if there was some response, it would be difficult to protect everyone.

His reaction was already very fast. With a powerful and powerful knife, he slashed the body of a falling bull, and rode his horse in the snow all over the sky, protecting the front of the convoy. In a sharp turn, the good horse under his crotch let out a scream. As before, the horse's hooves slipped on the grassland, and his sided body collapsed in an instant. Tian Yu stabbed it hard on the grassland, clenched the knife with one hand, half of his body hung outside, using himself as the central axis, and the other hand held the horse's belly tightly. The sharp turn of the turn became slower. The man exerted force in his palm and held up the dark horse that he had ridden for six years as a "family".

In the snow tornado, the dark horse raised its hooves maniily, and its almost broken hooves only bumped slightly. The weightless huge body was held up by Tian Yu, and he survived by chance.

Tian Yu pulled out the ancient sword and ran wildly without saying a word. The snow tornado had not arrived yet, but the strong wind of the heavy snow tide had already hit him. He untied the robe and threw it away, revealing a dark chain mail. In just three or four breaths, he actually caught up with the big black horse at the speed of his legs. He pressed his one hand on the horse's back. He did not turn over the horse, but hung it on the horse's side. The snow pieces as big as fists shot up quickly. He covered his cheeks with his palms, and his arm tempered by black iron kept making twitching sounds. These hard snow was extremely tough, as fierce as throwing stones.

"Go to the front of the team!!!"

His voice seemed hoarse and anxious in the snow.

The dark horse with a deep understanding understood it and ran wildly along the rolling snow tide.

In Tian Yu's heart, nothing is more important than the life of the "prophet". As he passed along the way, he looked at the blurry car shadows, horse shadows, and people, and shouted loudly: "Unlock the goods! Unload the goods! Unload all the unimportant goods!!"

The entire convoy is being chased by heavy snow.

Tian Yu's expression was gloomy.

The entire team's turn has reached the final stage. After the formation is completed, the speed will be accelerated. It should be no problem to get rid of this snow tide.

His eyes looked around.

He was looking for the location of the strange man.

Tian Yu rode a black horse and rushed to the front of the convoy. The secret pattern of the Prophet's car had been activated, and countless silver lights were scattered, forming a natural barrier. However, what was not good was that the young guard who was protecting the safety of the Prophet was pierced by a cow's horns, and his whole body was smashed into the car, and the iron sheet was sunk. Because of this reason... a gap was exposed in the car.

Tian Yu flew out and slammed the body of the bull with his shoulder. At the same time, he cut open the horn with a knife. Fortunately, it did not pierce the vital point, but it just pierced into the lower ribs and did not penetrate the body. The bull's body was too heavy and heavy. He leaned against the mountain bend with his shoulders and leaned three times before he broke a gap and threw it away from the front of the car.

After Mangniu got off the car, the secret pattern in the car filled the gap and the speed suddenly increased faster.

Tian Yu took out the white yarn belt from his waist bag and quickly wrapped it around the guard's waist. The injury was not serious. For practitioners like them, they could recover after ten days and half a month of recuperation.

"Where is that person?"

During the bandage, Tian Yu spoke quickly.

The young guard was in a weak position: "Outside."

Outside?

The most periphery of the team?

Tian Yu frowned and ran towards the outer edge of the team. He seemed not to see the strange man. On the outside, he was already covered by the snow tornado.

He suddenly realized a very important issue.

Just now, there were bulls in the sky that were rolled up by snow tornados from miles away. This creature never lived alone, but lived in groups... However, it was quite peaceful to run all the way. Apart from the huge snow blocks with murderous aura, only the strong wind roared in front of him.

He followed the young guard's hand to look into the distance. In the snow tide, there was a vague figure, with his back to himself, and his feet were stepped on the earth. The convoy ran wildly in the direction away from the snow tide, but the vague figure was not immediately pulled away... The figure raised his arms, as if carrying a huge cauldron, and his feet kept regressing on the snow.

Tian Yu subconsciously raised his head, and his expression suddenly turned pale, as if he was a ghost.

The young man raised his arms, as if he was embracing this huge snow tornado. Countless dense black dots on the dome piled up together, hitting ten feet above his head, as if he had opened up a new world.

From a distance... the corpse rain that should have been thrown by the snow tornado was stopped by one person.

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The sword formation, sword formation, starlight formation, and the evolved divine formation.

The sword intent of Xiaoshuangshan, the sword intent of Mr. Ye Changfeng, the sword intent of Jianhu Palace, Pei Min's wildfire, Zhao Rui's fine snow, and the sword energy artistic conception that you have seen and heard along the way of practicing.

The entire avenue was as brilliant as a galaxy, surrounding the tiny dust in the divine pond.

Take it in a moment.

Alone, fighting against this huge natural disaster, Ning Yi was constantly evolving his Taoism and doing his best to do his best. These Taoist fruits took root and sprouted, and were now activated to the extreme, like a huge copper furnace, including all the "Tao" in it. As long as the time comes, it can be integrated.

Ning Yi stepped on the heavy snow tide, his feet pressed against the ground, as if he was fighting with this huge tornado.

His face was sometimes rosy and sometimes pale. His robe had long been torn apart by the wind and snow, revealing his skin as brilliant as diamond glass. His skin was pale, but at this moment it seemed like a layer of gold, looking sacred and dignified.

He gasped for difficulty and turned around and watched the convoy behind him gradually complete the turn.

The speed of the fleet is gradually accelerating.

They... escaped.

Here, I am the only one left.

Ning Yi took a deep breath, and he stepped on his feet and stopped retreating. He allowed this huge snow tide to "swallow" him. Countless snow pieces hit his cheeks, shoulders, waist and abdomen, shattered and bloomed in front of the Vajra Glazed Glazed Glazed, turning into snow-white fireworks.

Ning Yi's hands dropped and one hand gently landed on his waist.

Above the hilt of the thin snow sword.

His expression was solemn and serious.

This grand snow tide was pitch black at the bottom, and the rich evil spirit condensed. Even Ning Yi's "Vajra Body" was covered with a faint black mist.

This snow tornado is not enough to wither all the creatures wherever they pass. The rhizomes of frost grass are underground and can grow even if they are pulled. The creatures on the grassland are always tenacious and tough.

However... Ning Yi's barefoot trampled on the grass barefoot at this moment, even the frost grass withered, and a piece of evil aura dispersed like a waterfall. Some of the wild cows crashed into the snow tide, were swallowed by the evil aura, and even the belt bones were eroded by the evil aura. When they were spit out by the snow tornado again, only a huge and withered bone was left.

Ning Yi took a deep breath.

He pulled out the fine snow and stood in the middle of the snow tornado. The dark tide rolled in the distance and the land was trembling.

In the divine pool, the crystal of the Lion Heart King trembled again.

The sound rang again.

"Urle! Uh!"

Ning Yi murmured: "Here you come."

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With violent running, under the crisis of life and death in nature, any creature with a trace of intelligence will force out all its potential.

The horse's hooves are like thunder.

The convoy, which had completed the turn, gradually began to gather together, break the wind and accelerate, and the tide of snow behind him was gradually pulled apart.

Tian Yu squatted on the front panel of the Prophet's carriage, took the reins of the injured companion, and a sudden sound of a meteorite hitting the ground came from behind. It is not difficult to guess that the snow tide that was blocked by the man with his own strength began to collapse at this moment, but he could only chase the end of his group and could no longer bring too much threat.

The curtains in the car were pulled open.

"Master Prophet?" Tian Yu looked at the old man nervously. For some reason, he felt that the prophet's expression had become much brighter and asked subconsciously: "You are not injured, are you?"

The old man shook his head.

The prophet's expression was a little subtle. He looked at Tian Yu without saying anything. He firmly opposed the eight-foot man who saved "Ning Yi" a few days ago, and lowered his head in shame.

Only then did Tian Yu realize the importance of saving this strange man, such a feat as a mighty god descending to earth, even the "King" among the eight surnames may not be able to do it, right?

Is this a human exile?

Wait... He said before, what is his name coming.

Tian Yu's lips were dry and he suddenly thought of those words.

He murmured: "Urle-Etu."

The old prophet, the injured guard, was stunned when he heard these five words.

Tian Yu's throat felt dry.

He recalled the scene, was a little lost, and murmured again: "He said he was Urle-Etu..."

The old man touched his forehead with one hand and felt the abundant vitality.

"Two thousand years ago, the only 'true god' was the master of the eight surnames on the Heavenly God Plateau."
Chapter completed!