A wind tunnel with clear writing appeared in the wind and snow ahead, which can be clearly seen even in the dark night. It is a passage left by a person after breaking through the air at high speed.
The moment the general was injured and retreated, a practitioner behind him had already replaced him.
So when Changsun Qianxue raised his head, a sword tip appeared in the wind tunnel.
This sword intent is very strong, as if falling with a starry sky, not only is it extremely fast, but also the sword intent is like thousands of stars shining, it is impossible to figure out which star is the real death star that brings death.
A person who can display such sword intent is not considered weak in Changling.
It's just that this practitioner met Changsun Qianxue.
In Changling, Changsun Qianxue could easily kill Fan Zhuo who had followed Bai Shanshui for many years, not to mention that her cultivation itself was extremely chill, without the assistance of Ding Ning's dual cultivation, this extreme chill was enough to kill herself.
In this extremely cold glacier area, she is like the white mountains and waters in the water, she is the real emperor.
She stretched out her right hand, and her jade-like fingers easily clamped the tip of the sword that was stabbing at her. A layer of blue-black frost that was countless times darker than the glacier here moved back along the blade at an incomparably terrifying speed. Spreading, it immediately flowed to the incoming practitioners.
With a bang, the attacking practitioner was shattered.
It shattered into a blue-black ice cube all over the place.
The dense night seemed to be frozen for a moment.
Gray boulders naturally flew up around Changsun Qianxue's body, and even the old monk behind him felt the biting cold.
However, Changsun Qianxue's movements did not stop at all, she simply threw the sword in her hand.
With a bang, the practitioner who broke through the wind next slashed the sword thrown by Changsun Qianxue.
The sword didn't seem to have much power, and it was directly chopped off by the practitioner.
However, the cold air on the sword was blowing onto the body of the practitioner. The body of the practitioner was still moving forward rapidly, but in the next moment, there was a crash, and it turned into a puddle of broken ice and hit the lake. .
The number of the ghostly army was already very small, and the remaining practitioners were not intimidated by such a scene, but the next practitioner who walked out paused inexplicably.
Because the eldest grandson Qianxue is different from the old monk.
Just as the third practitioner walked out and was not close to him, Changsun Qianxue stretched out her hand and held it.
It was like she was holding a sword and drawing it.
A powerful natal aura erupted from the frozen lake at this time.
This is displaying the natal sword.
Changsun Qianxue's natal sword actually appeared in her hand.
However, the third practitioner facing her did not see her natal sword at all.
Because his eyes were directly blinded by the oncoming cold wind and turned into shattered ice beads.
Countless crystal lines appeared between the sky and the earth, like countless snowflakes connected together.
This is the cold wind and all the water vapor on this icy lake are instantly frozen by the terrifying cold, as if the space has been frozen into countless tiny pieces.
The rapid condensation and contraction of the air caused countless subtle explosions between the sky and the earth, and the air outside the icy lake flowed naturally, forming a huge whirlwind around the curling pot.
The Nine Nether Nether King Sword appeared in the world after countless years of silence, and unreservedly bloomed its own power.
The eldest grandson Qianxue swung his sword.
She didn't just aim at the third practitioner, but slashed at the army in front of her with all her strength.
This sword is called "Cold Wave".
It is the real tide.
For the first time, the ghostly army appeared in chaos, and all kinds of flames flickered, but it only appeared for a moment.
Then there were countless cracks and the sound of gold and iron falling to the ground.
The wind blows.
Fine ice crystals form a gray icy fog.
In the ice fog, the remaining dozens of people no longer existed, only the general with one arm crossed in front, still standing on the lake.
He held a sword in his hand.
The sword was black, small and long, and stuck to his arm like an arm shield.
"Nine Nether Hades Sword, unexpectedly it is Miss Gongsun."
It seemed to be too cold, the general's movements seemed to slow down, and his voice sounded for the first time, appearing distant and young.
To speak out means to be able to talk.
Changsun Qianxue looked at this supposedly young practitioner, and said coldly, "Are you from Changling?"
"If you live in Changling for a long time, you can be regarded as a Changling person, so you can." The general walked slowly, walking towards Changsun Qianxue, and said at the same time.
"It's the army that Zheng Xiu has been hiding."
The nine-dead silkworm in Ding Ning's body spit out some pure heaven and earth vitality again, which made his mind clearer. He finally confirmed the identity of this army, and said softly behind Changsun Qianxue.
Changsun Qianxue frowned slightly, her voice was slightly cold, "Kill the God Army, Bai Qi?"
The general did not respond.
At such times, no response represents acquiescence.
The Killing God Army is Zheng Xiu's most cherished army, hiding in the mausoleum all day long.
Few people know the origin of this army. They only know that the army of the Great Qin Dynasty had only one purpose, which was to kill Wang Jingmeng.
This is Zheng Xiu's extremely secretive training and hidden army. Even everyone in the Bashan Sword Field didn't know the existence of this army.
And this army is not yet mature, great changes have already occurred, and Wang Jingmeng has already died in battle.
Wang Jingmeng died, but this powerful God-killing army survived.
An army trained for the purpose of killing Wang Jingmeng does not mean that it can really kill Wang Jingmeng.
But the hundreds of people just now are enough to show their strength.
If such an army returns to the old Changling, at least it can guarantee that Wang Jingmeng will never be able to enter the palace.
This is definitely the team that Zheng Xiu regards most as a treasure, and it didn't fully grow up more than ten years ago, but today it has matured and frightened to a certain extent.
Now Zheng Xiu has smashed this army here... Even the eldest grandson Qianxue, who is not good at thinking about conspiracies, already knows what Zheng Xiu wants to do.
Her voice was even colder: "Zheng Xiu also wants this sword, and Zheng Xiu also lacks a particularly powerful natal sword."
Ding Ning slowly took a breath.
He also understood why this army could arrive here one step earlier than them.
Because of Gu Huai.
Gu Huai told him before he died that this sword was not in the Lingxu Sword Gate, but it didn't mean that Gu Huai didn't know where the sword might be.
He and Zheng Xiu probably suspected that the sword might be in the glacier at the edge of Donghu.
Therefore, in Zheng Xiu's war against Wuzhi, besides the continuation of the gods and the ancestral land, there is actually another hidden secret, which is here, this sword!
The battle against Wuzhi was not only to attract the attention of Wuzhi and Donghu, but also to attract the attention of the Great Chu Dynasty and the Minshan Sword Sect, so that this army of killing the gods would be unaware of ghosts and ghosts. Felt able to get here!
If the assassination against An Baoshi hadn't happened, if An Baoshi's body hadn't been washed to the plateau tundra under the glacier, or just happened to be discovered by the herdsmen in Donghu...then this sword would only have fallen into the hands of Zheng Xiu .
Ding Ning felt a chill, but also felt grateful.
It's just that he was also puzzled.
He changed his voice slightly, and said: "Thirteen or four years ago, how old were you and everyone in this God-killing army? Why did you have to kill Wang Jingmeng?"
The will shown by this army before could only come from hatred, not from Zheng Xiu's imposition.