Above Changbaiwai Peak, with heavy snow falling, Chen Qiu and Xiao Tie climbed diagonally up the steep snow slope.

Xiao Tie didn't know why his elder brother had to take such a difficult path, but his trust in Chen Qiu left him with no complaints and followed his elder brother on the ridge.

He extricated the dragon and tiger fighting spirit that was not strong in his body, and tried his best to use the Phantom Steps that he had already learned to rush through the heavy snow.

After walking for several miles, Xiao Tie looked back as if he was feeling, and saw a figure flying up at the bottom of the snow slope at an extremely fast speed.

Yes.

He seemed to be flying.

Xiao Tie swears that he read it right, unlike Shen Qiu and him walking in a mess on the snow slope, even if he chased the man, he would step on the snow without semen.

Every rise and fall can be more than ten feet away.

Just from Nati's light and agile movements, we can see that this is definitely a master.

"He is chasing him, brother!"

Xiao Tie just wanted to shout, but Chen Qiu made a ban on the sound. He immediately understood and lowered his voice and said to Chen Qiu.

"Don't worry! Keep going up."

Chen Qiu carried the knife box on his back and didn't even look at the pursuers approaching behind him.

His body movement is much better than Xiao Tie. Although he can't even realize the silent ethereal state of the man behind him, he practiced the Phantom Stepping skill and moved agilely in the snow and was also very fast.

Chen Qiu walked forward while observing the specially selected steep snow peak.

It is not flat, with few bumps and bumps.

But the overall slope is a slope with an inclination of more than 30°, and Xiao Tie and him climbed up all the way up, which was nearly two-thirds of the height of the outer peak.

“The altitude is about 2,000 meters.”

Chen Qiu looked down and saw that although there were heavy snow at this time, goose feathers were flying.

But it was evening, and the sky was not dim. Look down and at the end of your sight, you could even vaguely see the mountain village on the mountainside where they had been with Shen Lan before.

“It’s still a little low…”

Chen Qiu stopped regretfully.

He came to his senses, stood on the snow slope, and looked back. The person chasing him was nearly ten miles away. At his speed, at most half a stick of incense would sweep in front of Chen Qiu.

"Hold it!"

Chen Qiu threw the birds in his hand at the phoenix gun and the little chicks who were so scared in his arms to Xiao Tie, and slapped hard on the knife magazine with his backhand.

The shaking light buzzed out of the sheath, and fell into Chen Qiu's hands in the heavy snow, reflecting a deadly cold light.

Chen Qiu shook the knife in his hand and said to Xiao Tie behind him without looking back:

"You keep moving forward, and you pass through this slope, the closer you get to the ridge, the better. Follow my orders, you will do whatever I ask you to do. Do you understand?"

"Brother, you want it..."

Xiao Tie grew up in Liaodong since childhood. He had no intention of thinking about it before. When he met Chen Qiu, he stopped to block the enemy. He looked at the surrounding mountains and understood what Chen Qiu was going to do.

But before he finished his inquiry, Chen Qiu pushed him away.

"Go quickly!"

Chen Qiu lowered his voice and said:

"It's not about loyalty now. When we ask for death, whether the two of us can escape depends on your reaction. Xiao Tie, the eldest brother will hand over your life to you."

Xiao Tie was stimulated by Chen Qiu and his blood immediately surged. He thumped hard on his chest, turned around and rushed out.

Although he didn't say anything, his bravery made Chen Qiu feel a little relieved.

He stood alone on the steep snow slope in the snowy snow.

He was wearing a black long gauze hat, a black long gown, holding the seven-star shaking light in his hand. As the true energy in his body was circulating, the snow fell all over his body was blown up, and he had a cold and solemn momentum.

After about half a stick of incense, Dongling Jun, holding the whisk, fell calmly ten feet in front of Shen Qiu's eyes.

He chased him from the heavy snow, traveling for nearly dozens of miles, but he did not touch a trace of snowflakes.

It fell on the snow slope and stood very steadily, as if it had no weight.

There were no footprints left on the soft snow.

This Penglai person with fairy spirit looked at Chen Qiu in front of him while the peculiar pearls and jade decorations on his shoulders were swinging, and to be precise, the knife in Chen Qiu's hand.

"Is this...Seven Stars Shaking Light?"

Dong Lingjun narrowed his eyes, and he asked Chen Qiu in a speech with a slight Guangdong-Guangdong accent:

"You are Fan Li's bloodline and descendant of Da Chu?"

“Not.”

Chen Qiu's calm voice came from under the hat. When he raised his head, there was a red Prajna ghost face on his face.

Under the strange ghost face, Chen Qiu looked at the obscure Taoist priest in front of him, and he said:

"The Taoist master is skilled in martial arts, so why should he fight each other hard? Zhejishan is dead. There is no relationship between us and Penglai. You Taoists always say that God has the virtue of being alive, so why don't you let me wait for a horse?"

"I didn't come to take your lives."

Dongling Jun was not in a hurry, and he did not take the initiative to draw his sword.

The knife-holder in front of me was quite imposing.

But he is not worthy of letting him draw his sword. Although the ancient sword behind him "watch the sea", it is not as psychic as the Lingxu sword, it is definitely extraordinary.

If you observe the sword like a human, this sword will be like the Dongling Lord.

Do not bully the weak with a gun, do not act against the enemy, and do not defile the blood of the weak.

He just swung the whisk and said calmly to Chen Qiu in front of him:

"Zheqianshan is my senior brother, I respect it very much. I know that my senior brother has left a disciple, my Penglai treasure soldier, Juque Sword, and you, the one who holds the immortal fate.

I will wait for you and the two of you to take you to Penglai, put down the Yaoguang, and follow me."

Donglingjun's tone was calm, and he said to Chen Qiu:

"Although the treasure soldiers are good, they must match them with the blade.

I think your mind and nature are not consistent with Yaoguang. Even if you try your best to imitate, you still lose the desire to be crazy and dominate the world.

You are not the master of Yaoguang Sword, and it is difficult for you to truly be in harmony with the treasure soldier.

Don't seek troubles."

Chen Qiu's heart was slightly shaking.

This Penglai person is indeed evil, and he is worthy of being an immortal cultivator.

He saw through the awkward relationship between him and Yaoguang at a glance, and was like an enhanced version of the young master of Huaqing. His ethereal eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

"What the Taoist priest said."

A strange wind blew up from Chen Qiu's body.

The moment when the Six-Fen Sacrifice Decision was activated, a tornado-like energy rotated around Chen Qiu, causing snow to spread on the ground. For a moment, the snow fell and danced around Shen Qiu, like a storm.

He raised his hand to shake light and said to Dong Lingjun in front of him:

"Mr. Chen is indeed not a rival to Taoist priest.

But I and my brothers couldn't bear the invitation from Penglai. People like me, like me, rolled in the world, enjoyed the freedom of life. This treasure land of immortals is not something that a vulgar person like me should go.

If Taoist priest insists on forcing each other, don’t blame Chen for fighting each other for death.”

These words are all about delaying time and allowing Xiao Tie to go further and higher.

Hearing Chen Qiu's answer, Dong Lingjun frowned.

He practiced Taoism all year round, and was not a clever person, but also a calm and uninteresting personality. Seeing Chen Qiu so stubborn, he shook his head and waved the whisk in his hand.

Said to the knife holder in front of him:

"Then come on."

"The Taoist priest, please give me a knife!"

Chen Qiu raised his foot and took a step forward. The already boiling true energy in his body was pushed again. Six points of the body were sacrificing themselves and nine points were pushed into the body of the Shaking Light Blade.

As the sharp blade buzzed and roared, Chen Qiu was immersed in the artistic conception of the understanding of the sword intention of a man, as if he had returned to the blood-killing battlefield in Qilu.

A fierce and fierce aura erupted from Chen Qiu's body.

The peerless ferociousness of the seven-star Yaoguang also exploded. Amid the roar of tigers, ten feet of sword energy broke out from the blade.

With a wave of Shen Qiu, the vast fierce sword aura was like a tiger opening a gate, pounced on Dongling Jun in front of him.

This is the strongest knife Chen Qiu can cut at the moment.

The existence of this sword made him not afraid to contact a witch like Shen Lan. So what about the people on the ground?

Chen Qiu, a man who was the one who was on the ground, dared not take it head-on even if he was on the ground!
To be continued...