The white-haired man in the sky floated down and seemed to be slowing down.
Zhao Siqi had just entered the door when the white-haired man had already landed in front of the old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist gathered his magic power, smeared blood on the bamboo stick in his hand again, and stood ready.
The white-haired man was covered in snow, with only a patch of white, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
Zhao Siqi turned sideways from the window and looked at the white-haired man, his heart beating violently.
He silently prayed: "Brother Mingfu, brother Mingfu, come and save me!"
Even though he hadn't taken action yet, Zhao Siqi already knew that the old man was no match for this white-haired monster.
Without the snow corpses to consume his mana, he might still be able to fight. After being surrounded by the snow corpses, he might really have to fight for his life.
The old Taoist priest faced this white-haired man, but he was a little dazed after not seeing him for a long time.
At that moment, he seemed to have returned to decades ago, when his master took him to the Futian River to subdue the water monster.
At that time, he was just starting out. Facing the huge Pig Po Dragon in the water, his whole body became stiff and his legs trembled. If his master had not saved him, he would have been bitten to death by the Pig Po Dragon.
But the master also lost an arm in order to save him.
The master didn't blame him back then, it was just that he couldn't bear the inner condemnation and was holding a grudge.
Later, when his master passed away and the family was separated, he left on his own initiative and gave up Lotus Mountain to his master's son.
After a few thoughts passed, he came back to his senses.
Facing this white-haired man, he seemed to have returned to the time when he faced the Pig Dragon, frightened by the monster's terrifying power.
The old man stared at the white-haired man with his sunken eyes, not waiting for the white-haired man to take action first, because the weak do not have the power to defend, they can only attack!
The bamboo stick was waved, and a red light suddenly appeared, like a fire dragon flying, shining red in the wind and snow, and stabbing the white-haired man fiercely.
The white-haired man's whole body was covered with snowy silk threads flying. As the fire dragon approached, the flying snowy threads suddenly changed from soft to hard, and exploded one by one, turning into extremely sharp spikes.
The spikes extended outward, almost turning the approaching old man into a hedgehog.
The old Taoist didn't hesitate in the face of danger, bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, and spit out a mouthful of blood.
But what he sprayed out didn't look like blood foam, it was more like thousands of golden stars, and it was more like spitting out a scorching sun.
Pure yang true fire spurted out from his mouth, burning the soft and hard snow silk until it turned into a big hole. The old Taoist bamboo stick drove straight in and pierced into the white hair.
The white-haired man received this blow and flew backwards. The snow threads on his body continued to collapse. The disintegrating snow threads took away the power of the Pure Yang True Fire, revealing the white-haired man.
This is a beautiful woman, her skin is like ice and snow, completely different from your frozen corpses.
Only when the woman opened her eyes could she see the inhuman silence.
In just a blink of an eye, those melted snow threads grew out of the woman's body again, and in just two breaths, she was wrapped in thick white hair again.
The old Taoist had a bitter expression on his face. If he couldn't hit him with one blow, he would only get a beating.
But the woman did not rush to take action. She seemed to be frightened by his sword, and instead faced him in the wind and snow.
But this kind of confrontation is not a good thing for the veteran.
All his abilities are based on the pure yang energy in his body, which is as strong as fire, but cannot be sustained for a long time.
It acts like aggression and fire, tough and fierce, but will burn out quickly. Neither his blood essence nor the magic power in his body could support him in a long battle.
His aura gradually weakened, and the white-haired man was keenly aware of this, and in an instant, he rushed towards the old man.
She was not walking, but flying, coming with the wind and snow. The cold air arrived before the people arrived.
The old man's eyebrows quickly became frosty, and there was just a flower in front of his eyes, and the hand covered with white hair stretched out to his chest.
The old Taoist tried to parry with his bamboo stick, but the hand just shook, disappeared from in front of him, and reappeared behind him.
There was a crash.
The old Taoist flew backwards and hit the bamboo fence, which shattered into pieces. The bamboo stick in his hand also flew out and got stuck in the snow.
The old man felt that his back was completely numb. He fell to the ground, unable to move at all.
Blue frostbite appeared on his face, and he couldn't even tell whether he was burned by fire or frostbitten by snow.
The woman approached slowly, but was not in a hurry to take his life. She just looked at him quietly.
The old Taoist felt that his whole body was stiff, and the death energy and corpse energy were rushing freely in his body. He suddenly understood why there were so many snow corpses in this village.
The frozen ghosts killed by this woman will turn into snow corpses.
The old Taoist worked hard to use his magic power, and managed to gather the pure Yang true fire in his chest again to protect his heart to prevent him from turning into a snow corpse.
The woman said softly, "Hey", her voice was like cracking ice.
She walked towards Lao Dao, and all she had to do was stretch out her hand, and this ray of pure Yang true fire would be extinguished.
Snapped!
A porcelain cup spun and hit the woman on the head.
The white hair behind the woman caught the porcelain cup. She reached out to take it off, threw it to the ground, and turned to look at Zhao Siqi.
The old Taoist cursed in his heart: "Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!"
Zhao Siqi came out of the door, his chest heaving violently, and said, "Come on! Beast! I'm not afraid of you!"
He threw a porcelain cup at the woman again, but the woman broke it with her wave.
The woman looked at Zhao Siqi, the white hair on her body was billowing, as if she was angered by him, and the next moment, she rushed towards Zhao Siqi!
"Brother Mingfu, help!"
Zhao Siqi shouted!
A low laugh seemed to ring in his ears, saying: "Don't panic, leave it to me."
Zhao Siqi lost the ability to control his body, and Gong Mengbi took over his body.
He seemed to be a third person watching, seeing himself looking up at Feng Xue, reaching out and grabbing it gently.
The whistling wind and snow stopped beside him. The woman who was rushing towards him stretched out her hand, and the white and soft snow strands were flying, just about to touch his chest.
But in an instant, the oncoming wind and snow and the woman who rushed towards her flew back at a faster speed and smashed into the village house, causing dust to fly.
He saw himself walking slowly towards the place where the woman fell to the ground, his feet stepping on the snow, but leaving no footprints.
The howling wind and snow swirled behind him, turning into a swimming dragon. Following his finger, it lifted up the house and aimed at the woman covered with white hair.
The woman let out a scream, a pair of wings emerged from the snow, and flew towards the sky.
But no matter how fast she is, she can't be faster than the Snow Dragon.
The flying dragon seemed to have a pearl in its mouth and bit the woman in its mouth.
There was a snap.
As if the ice was cracking, the woman turned into snow strands and dispersed in the wind and snow.
The flying dragon gradually disappeared and turned into the wind and snow again.
Zhao Siqi was stunned, his feet had already sunk into the snow, and the heavy snow buried his ankles.
Gong Mengbi has left.
But he couldn't care anymore, rushed into the snowdrift, dug out the old Tao's stiff body, and ran towards the house with him on his back.
"Don't die!"
