All the snowjacks ran wildly to stand still.
The ice layer on the lake surface left countless crater-like depressions in the flames of the fallen talisman.
The wooden stick in the old monk's hand fell back to the ice.
Because the tip of the stick pierced too much flesh and blood in a short period of time, it rubbed against the bone sharply and still had a high temperature. When it touched the ice surface, it sneered and a white smoke rose.
The old monk got the true instruction of the Bashan Sword Field in the past, and his combat power has taken a big step towards the highest point in the world. The whole person is in a kind of inexplicable joy and excitement, but at this time, he is not consciously frowned.
A figure slowly walked out of the darkness ahead and the flying ice shards.
This man's face was covered with a thick black cloth, and he was carrying two long swords, one with a blue hilt and the other with a red hilt, both of which shone in the darkness, more attractive than himself attention.
This person was the lieutenant general who stood next to the general at the forefront of the army.
When the lieutenant general moved forward, the ghostly army, the general at the head and the sergeants behind him, still kept absolute silence, no one moved or made a sound.
There was a soft clang.
The two long swords were unsheathed at the same time.
The blade of the long sword with a cyan hilt is red, while the blade of a long sword with a red hilt is cyan, which looks extraordinarily weird in the dark.
The lieutenant held his sword with his hands crossed, his footsteps were silent but faster and faster, and the two swords quickly turned into two bands of light in the darkness.
There was a dignified look on the old monk's brows.
He took a step forward, raised his stick, his arms stretched out naturally, and the wooden stick instantly turned into a pure straight line, stabbing the lieutenant between the eyebrows.
There was a bang.
The lieutenant general's eyebrows were easily pierced, and the force on the tip of the stick penetrated into his skull. However, even though the tip of the stick that had just been cooled by the ice surface showed shadows in the lieutenant general's eyes, the strong pressure even made him When the pupils of the eyes were deformed and sunken inward, the lieutenant still did not change any movements.
He just let the old monk pierce his brow, still carrying out his sword gesture.
The old monk's forehead was deeply wrinkled, and he didn't make any unnecessary movements. With that slight bang, the force emanating from the tip of his staff had already cut off all the vitality of the lieutenant general.
However, the peripheral vision of his eyes fell to the sides of his chest and abdomen.
Two cracks appeared on his greasy monk robe.
Inside the slit is his purple-black skin like fine steel, with two pale marks on the skin.
The stick tip broke away from the lieutenant general's eyebrows and fell naturally. When the stick tip touched the ice, the lieutenant general's body fell backwards.
The old monk looked straight ahead.
The ghostly army moved, but only one man.
A practitioner who was dressed the same as the deputy general passed the leading general and walked towards the old monk alone along the path that the deputy general had walked.
The old monk's perception stretched endlessly along the ice surface.
He didn't know anything about this army, and he couldn't judge the military ranks of these people. However, it was the very slight difference in momentum. His perception and the lieutenant general he had just killed had told him a lot. .
The lieutenant, whom he had just killed, was number two in the ghostly army.
Although the fight with him at that moment was uneventful, and there wasn't even any violent collision of vitality, but this lieutenant general was able to cut through his monk's uniform and leave a mark on his body.
It's just that this result has already surpassed any strong man he encountered in Donghu Palace.
What's more, he is stronger today than when he went to Donghu Palace.
The second person in an army is far more powerful than those powerful masters in the Donghu Palace, which is enough to prove the strength of this army.
But the most important thing is that this deputy general was the first to come to die, just to clear the way with death.
Use death to clear the way, you follow.
Ding Ning also frowned deeply.
He has seen many armies.
However, he had never seen such an army.
The old monk's mood didn't fluctuate at all. For him, the whole meaning of life is to be Ding Ning's servant, so facing such an army at this time, apart from admiring the opponent's strength and viciousness, killing people is not an option. , It’s the same as breaking a cake and drinking a bowl of tea, there is no difference.
All he had to consider was how to minimize the damage caused to him by the opponent and save his energy as much as possible.
Even the thin air resistance has become an important aspect for him to consider at this time.
So he didn't even move his fingers, and waited until the second person in the ghost army approached him, then he raised his wooden staff again and stabbed out.
The tip of the staff stabbed precisely at the opponent's heart veins, and the force was between the bones, piercing the opponent's heart veins through the thinnest flesh and blood.
However, as soon as the power penetrated, the practitioner in front of him had disappeared.
There was a dull roar between heaven and earth.
The practitioner's body exploded from the inside out.
What this cultivator did was to walk in front of the old monk, and before the old monk killed himself, he exploded all the true energy and heaven and earth energy accumulated in his body.
There were countless crackling sounds from the old monk's body.
Like a stone hitting the fragile window paper.
There were many more holes in the monk's robe on his body, and there were many more marks on his purple-black skin in the holes.
The eldest grandson Qianxue's breathing paused.
Her face gradually turned pale, and she felt like vomiting.
You Qi saw many imprints on the old monk's body, and the sea of energy in her body began to vibrate.
However, at this moment, Ding Ning shook her hand and shook his head at her.
Changsun Qianxue inhaled slowly, and the vibration in the sea of qi disappeared.
The old monk naturally sensed her desire to help, he didn't turn around, but took another step forward.
In the darkness, a third person came.
This man uses a flying sword.
When the Feijian flew out more than ten zhang away from the old monk, the third person was already dead.
Because this cultivator forced out all the true energy in his body at this moment, and poured it into this sword.
The scarlet red sword completely ignited and fell towards the old monk along a straight line like a meteorite.
The old monk simply turned his body sideways.
The power of this flying sword swept away several pieces of rags on his body, and then far crossed the edge of the frozen lake behind the old monk, pierced into the glacier behind, and then sent out an earth-shattering explosion.
The icicles on the ice began to dance.
The fourth practitioner came.
This is a giant who is much taller than ordinary people, dragging a huge hammer in his hand.
When the practitioner raised the hammer high, the tip of the old monk's staff pierced his heart.
The hammer fell and made a deep hole in front of the old monk. Countless pieces of ice and snow splashed up and fell on the old monk.
Next came the fifth place, the sixth place... a frightening frequency, after one person was killed, another person walked up to the old monk and was killed again.
A practitioner came silently and died.