People's hearts are not as good as snakes swallowing elephants. These people must have been attracted by the false news deliberately released by others, so they came here to get some advantages, but they didn't know that this place was already a predetermined place of destruction.
"Are we going to fight all the way through?" Yang Zhigang asked.
"Afraid?" Gao Gaojian asked, squinting at Yang Zhigang.
Being so provoked by the high school teacher, Yang Zhigang felt a little embarrassed and had no choice but to keep silent.
Chu Xiang really planned to fight all the way, and he actually took such a big risk to come. If he didn't fight for a chance to break through, wouldn't it be in vain?
Looking at the rainbow in the distance for a moment, Chu Xiang suddenly fired his ice spear, scattering the snow in all directions. The word "kill" burst out from his mouth. The cold wind suddenly rose, and a murderous aura rushed straight ahead.
Chu Xiang held a gun in one hand, and walked straight ahead on the snow. Gao Jian and Yang Zhigang looked at each other and jumped to follow.
Chu Xiang's speed was not very fast, he was walking at a steady rhythm, with an unstoppable aura, and with every step forward, his murderous aura became stronger. In the eyes of Gao Jian and Yang Zhigang, Chu Xiang's figure seemed to be getting bigger and taller, like a demon king standing tall and tall. A spear shone brightly under the sunlight, as if it was about to destroy the world, and it was so intense. The murderous aura made the hairs on both men's bodies stand on end, and they did not dare to get too close.
There was someone in front of him, wearing only a bearskin coat in the ice and snow. His nose was as high as a mountain, his eyes were like falcons, and his figure was majestic, as if the mountains were unshakable. Feeling the strong murderous aura coming from Chu Xiang, he stood with his sword pressed, without retreating, on the top of a nearby mountain. When people realized that the two were about to fight, they turned their heads to pay attention.
Chu Xiang kept walking on the snow, leaving no trace on the snow, heading straight towards the big man wearing a bearskin coat. Seeing Chu Xiang entering the attack range, the big man in the bearskin coat shook his hands and raised his hands. The bearskin coat covered Chu Xiang, and the sword light came from behind the coat.
"Kill." Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, shocking everyone. A gun light came out from the back of the big man whose bear skin coat was taken away from him. The bearskin coat shattered like flying snow, with pieces flying.
Looking down at the ice gun on his chest in disbelief, the big man raised his head and glared at Chu Xiang, saying unwillingly: "You, you..." As the strength in his body passed away, his falcon-like eyes gradually lost their light, and he uttered one word: " OK." Then he died.
Pulling out the ice gun, the blood stained on the gun solidified, and the glistening spear tip turned blood red. It was so dazzling that it was like Shura's hell gun, with a coldness that despised all life, making people dare not look directly at it.
Putting a palm on the big man's shoulder, the big man who was still staring at death gradually sank into the snow and disappeared.
Warriors who dare to face the strong should not die in the wilderness.
The surrounding area was silent, no one dared to look directly at Chu Xiang. Gao Jian and Yang Zhigang lowered their heads involuntarily, not daring to look directly at the sun-like figure in front of them.
The snow falls quietly, and when the snowflakes touch the ground, they seem to dare not make a sound and quietly blend into the ground.
Stepping forward, the blood-red spear pointed at everyone was invincible. When the people in front saw Chu Xiang continuing to move forward, they did not dare to stay where they were for a second longer and immediately got out of the way.
Three thousand six hundred and twenty-seven steps forward, someone blocked the way.
The person blocking the road is a swordsman, with a white robe like snow, a tall and straight figure, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, with the attitude of Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi.
The blood-red spear tip was pointed directly at the white-robed swordsman. Chu Xiang's steps were in unison, as if carrying the energy of heaven and earth. With every step he took, the heaven and earth shook. After thirty-seven steps, the white-robed swordsman drew his sword, and the sword light was like a white rainbow penetrating the sun. , passed by in a flash.
"Kill." Another loud shout spread throughout the land, blood was like lightning, and sword energy was like a rainbow. After a moment of staggering, the sword light shattered.
Before he could stop or turn around, the white-robed swordsman's body suddenly shattered into pieces, sprinkling a bright red in the white snow, like a hell mandala blooming in the snow.
Killing one word at a time, the blood on the spear became even brighter.
The surrounding fields were silent, as quiet as death, except for the sound of killing and shouting that lasted for a long time. The people around him were full of expectations, hoping that the white-robed swordsman could defeat this terrifying figure of unknown origin. Unfortunately, they were disappointed, and they were also shocked. In one move, Chu Xiang killed the white-robed swordsman in just one move. Yang Zhigang did not dare to look directly, and glanced sideways at Chu Xiang's figure walking forward, walking up the hillside, sweeping up a piece of ice and snow, covering up all the red mandalas on the ground, and continued to follow Chu Xiang forward.
Five minutes and six seconds later, a lean man appeared blocking the road. He had short hair and a beard, a sallow complexion, and eyes like lightning. He hit the ground with a five-foot stick in his hand. The wind and snow danced wildly, and the color of the wind and clouds above his head changed. The absolute pinnacle master of alchemy, a powerful being who can cause the world to change color after condensing the breath of his whole body.
Carrying the power of killing two people in a row, Chu Xiang kept walking, approaching the stick man, and his aura that was raised to the extreme moved like a mountain, moving forward with an unstoppable momentum.
The shouts started again, the word "kill" shook the world, the wind and snow danced wildly, and the blood-red spear came with electricity. The long steel stick came out of the cave like a poisonous dragon. The tip of the spear and the head of the stick collided. There was a sound of breaking glass, clear and bright, as if the entire The whole world suddenly collapsed.
Wan Lai lost her voice. Gao Jian saw that the crystal blood-red ice gun slowly expanded like glass, shattered, and scattered in all directions. Only the small section held by Chu Xiang in his right hand was intact, and the long steel stick in the stickman's hand was intact. In mint condition.
Chu Xiang lost and made a judgment. Gao Jian couldn't help but hold the sword tightly and his face turned gloomy.
One move, just one move to lose, is it necessary to die here?
Gao Gaojian couldn't believe it, but he had to believe how he could come back to life in such a situation.
Some people cheered, probably because they were happy that this demon with unparalleled momentum, who killed two people in a row and made people feel unstoppable, finally lost and was going to be killed.
Yang Zhigang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. When he heard his exhalation, Gao Gaojian gave him a hard look.
If Chu Xiang dies, he can escape without having to die.
Suddenly, Yang Zhigang discovered that the stickman's palm was bursting with blood, and then collapsed. What was even more terrifying was that this collapse was like a domino effect, starting from the palm and extending to the forearm, arm, and shoulder.
The entire arm of the stickman was shattered, and all the muscles disappeared, leaving only the pale bones still connected to the shoulder and the long stick.
The people who followed to pay attention to the battle were stunned, and the cheering people were also stunned. They looked at the bones of the stickman in shock and didn't understand what happened. Gao Jian and Yang Zhigang were closest to each other, and they didn't understand either.
Someone said in the distance: "The ice spear shattered, eliminating the strength of the stick, but all the power on the spear was poured into the arm of the stick wielder."
"That's it." Gao Gaojian breathed a sigh of relief, his face returned to normal, and he looked at Chu Xiang with even more intense eyes.
Chu Xiang stepped forward and passed by the stickman. The stickman stared at the arm where the flesh and blood had disappeared, with complicated eyes. Then he made an amazing move, cut off the bones of the shoulder with one palm, and covered the wound with ice and snow. After stopping the bleeding, he picked up the steel rod with his left hand and left directly to the east.
Stretching his palm towards the sky, drawing the air like a flood, the wind and snow turned sharply, Zhang San Ice Spear took shape again, holding the spear diagonally and pointing forward, Chu Xiang continued to move forward with the same rhythm.
Gathering snow into a spear was a god-like method. Finally, he understood where the ice spear came from. Shock appeared on the faces of everyone around him, and they unconsciously moved back, not daring to occupy the surrounding hills.
Yang Zhigang's expression changed slightly, and he lowered his head and continued to follow Chu Xiang.
In front of the Hongqiao is the Hongqiao. Under the Hongqiao, there are densely packed humans and beasts, each in their own group. Around the Hongqiao, there are several people standing on the top of the mountain, surrounded by the beasts, crawling at their feet.
The beasts were surging, but Chu Xiang turned a blind eye and stepped forward, pointing his ice gun at a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged among the beasts.
The middle-aged man has strong beard and hair, wide mouth and square forehead, straight waist and back. He sits as still as a mountain and as majestic as a prison. He is surrounded by beasts that look like tigers but not tigers, like leopards but not leopards. They are slightly bigger than the Siberian tigers, and are surrounded by prostrate beasts. middle-aged man.
Feeling the qi coming straight from the distance, the middle-aged man in the beast group stood up in a hurry, his eyes were shining brightly, and he pointed his hand towards Chu direction. The majestic beasts around him were like the Yellow River, straight down three thousand feet, towards Chu direction. go.
Chu Xiang's expression remained unchanged. He held an ice spear with a flat end and his steps were as steady as Mount Tai. Every time he took a step, a ripple appeared in the air, seeming to move the world. His eyes passed over the beast group and focused on the middle-aged man.
The beasts rushed towards Chu Xiang. There seemed to be an invisible barrier in front of Chu Xiang. The beasts separated from both sides like a river meeting a stone. Chu Xiang went upstream and recited a majestic poem: "The King of Qin sweeps across Liuhe, how majestic the tiger looks. Swing your sword to cut through the floating clouds, and all the princes will come to the west."
Step by step, the momentum was rising steadily. In front of Chu Xiang, there was a continuous explosion of Gang Qi. The beasts were blown away and fled in all directions. Following the sound of the poem, the surroundings of Chu Xiang were like clouds and mist, hazy and invisible. The exploded Gang Qi It became more and more intense, and the air exploded like firecrackers.
Seeing Chu Xiang getting closer and closer, the whole body was shrouded in smoke, like the top of a mountain, and the beasts were rushing like a torrent, but they could not stop the approaching figure at all. The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, he snorted coldly, and fled away.
The herd of beasts attacked Chu Xiang fearlessly, but did not retreat because the middle-aged man fled. Chu Xiang glanced at the escaped middle-aged man and walked straight to the Hongqiao in the valley.
Gao Gao Jian and Yang Zhigang didn't dare to get close. They watched Chu Xiang's figure from a distance heading towards the valley among the tide of beasts, with their mouths wide open, astonished and at a loss.
"What is he going to do?" After a while, Yang Zhigang came back to his senses and said in shock.
Gao Gaojian shook his head. He had no idea what realm this was and how he knew what people in this realm were thinking.
Upon discovering that Chu Xiang was charging the herd into the valley, the people who had previously occupied the hilltop and were killed by Chu Xiang came to the heights one after another, paying attention to the blurry figure heading straight towards the Hongqiao.
Everyone was silent, except for the roaring beasts, which kept roaring and hitting the stubborn rock in the beast river.
The blurry figure was getting closer and closer to Hongqiao, and everyone couldn't take their eyes away to see what amazing move Chu Xiang would make.
Under the Hongqiao is something like a mirror. You can't see the other side, but you can clearly see yourself standing in front of the mirror. However, you can't feel the real existence of the mirror in front of you, as if it is just a ray of light.
Chu Xiang didn't do anything surprising, he just walked straight across the Hongqiao. When Chu Xiang touched the mirror, his hand passed through the mirror without any hindrance, and he stepped forward, and Chu Xiang disappeared in the mirror.
