Originally, Qi Xia's resistance only needed to persist for three hours, but for some unknown reason, the leader of the Feixin Pavilion was reluctant to hand over to Ao Xuehua.
Compared to his predecessor, Nanxia is indeed more cunning and rogue in his battles.
But it is indeed more effective.
He used the lava beast to block the road, not seeking to kill, but only to protect himself. In the narrow terrain, the monster could not expand, and under the huge difference in individual strength, a blessed lava beast could sustain it for a long time.
If the Warcraft begins to dispatch those powerful enough individuals, Qi Xia will plan to activate the magic pattern traps that have been laid in advance. Although the traps he and Mo Xiaojing jointly made are sloppy, their power is undoubtedly trustworthy.
Just like this, the red-haired boy easily persisted for four hours.
Perhaps it was due to depletion of magic power, or perhaps simply because it was time to change shifts. Before another wave of attacks by the monster army was blocked by the giant beasts, he raised his fingertips slightly, and a wisp of extremely red sparks flashed away.
He finally gave the signal to change defense.
Compared with Ge Sheng's embarrassment, Qi Xia and Lan Che seemed extremely calm and calm, and their huge consumption of magic seemed insignificant. They successfully changed shifts with Ao Xuehua and Shi Feng, and then retreated to the top of the Bingxia Gorge.
Just at the moment when she rubbed shoulders with the princess in white, Qi Xia turned around and said a soft word slowly.
"I'm worried."
Ao Xuehua was a little surprised, then smiled.
"Every action has risks, right?"
When Qi Xia really returned to the ice gorge, the already overwhelmed lava beast collapsed. The mindless monsters moved forward calmly and quietly. They were so huge that they could collapse any army. Casualties, they turn a blind eye.
No more giant lava beasts stood up. In the gray vision of the monsters, there was only a light-colored, thin human figure standing calmly in the middle of the ice gorge.
In her hand was a sword.
The monster charged forward.
Then she waved her sword.
With one sword, the beauty of the world is revealed.
Qi Xia watched from afar at the flash of light below, shaking her head and laughing.
"The president is really desperate."
Mo Xiaojing stood on the edge of the cliff, staring expressionlessly at the smooth and perfect power fluctuations in the canyon without saying a word.
It was already real midnight at this time. In the wind and snow, I couldn't see my fingers. I could only rely on my perception and the little light to judge the form below. Unlike Qixia's one-man-controlled lava behemoth, as long as that group of The dark red light has not disappeared, which means that the defense line is impregnable.
But at the moment, the two most discerning people in the Late Xia Friendship Society just looked at each other from a distance and immediately understood what kind of battle was going on below. This was because they both had a clear understanding of Aoxuehua's power. Zhi, on the other hand, is because those overflowing fluctuations are too perfect.
So much so that just looking at it from a distance feels like admiring a peerless work of art.
Ge Sheng had already drank hot broth before to restore his nearly exhausted physical strength. At this time, he was also looking at the battlefield below from a distance. With just one glance, he was heartbroken and frightened.
He looked at Mo Xiaojing beside him and asked softly: "Tiandao Sword?"
Yes, Tiandao Sword.
As the person who knows the Tiandao Sword best in the world, Ge Sheng could tell at a glance that what Ao Xuehua was wielding below was the Tiandao Sword.
It's just that the Tiandao Sword is just a will and a method, not a specific move or even a sword technique.
With Ge Sheng's ability, he was personally taught by Xia and now only has one and a half Tiandao swords. Xingxi is so powerful that when he sniped Ye Luan that day, he could only make a scratch.
On that day, Ao Xuehua also showed off the Tiandao Sword, and she was so powerful that she could open the sky with one sword, but Ge Sheng also didn't think she could draw the second sword.
But at this moment - Ao Xuehua swung every sword below.
They are all like heavenly swords.
"Tiandao Sword." Mo Xiaojing nodded.
"You know, the Tiandao Sword is the most important thing about energy. The crazy girl would rather let Qi Xia lift the cylinder for her than to raise the energy alone just for this moment. But the difference is that although every sword of hers is Tiandao sword, but again, every sword is not a Tiandao sword."
Ge Sheng listened quietly, and then said thoughtfully: "Sword Intent?"
"Yes, the sword of heaven." Mo Xiaojing said with a smile: "The sword of heaven has two essences. The first is the absolute will. It doesn't matter the will to cut, crush, or protect. Only the absolute will Only under the guidance can the sword's intention be awe-inspiring enough. The second is the state of being connected with the heaven and earth, driving the vitality of the heaven and earth with the will, thus forming a perfect blow."
"Now the crazy girl only maintains the state in the first stage, so that every sword she makes is attached with that kind of absolute will, but it does not connect the heaven and the earth, so the energy and spirit are not released, so she has such a sword edge. "
Ge Sheng nodded silently, and after a moment he suddenly woke up and looked at Mo Xiaojing, extremely surprised.
Mo Xiaojing was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter.
"So you don't know." Mo Xiaojing smiled gently and said lightly: "When Xia chose his successor, His Majesty was the first qualified person, and you were the third person. It's a pity that the remaining That person is here."
That’s why——I understand Tiandao Sword so well.
Mo Xiaojing didn't explain, but Ge Sheng already understood.
So he just asked, "Why?"
Why did you choose to refuse?
"There are too many whys in this world that don't have answers." Mo Xiaojing said with a smile, "But it's a pity that this why does exist."
"As I know, you were hesitant at first. Compared to you, His Majesty and I had more choices at that time. The successor of Xia was an unparalleled opportunity for us, but it was also Huge and heavy yoke.”
"So, we all rejected that saint."
Ge Sheng was silent.
Mo Xiaojing at this time was so similar to the spring of the fourth year of Qingli.
They are equally astute, wise, knowledgeable and humble. If we really want to find some differences, we can only say that the spring of the fourth year of Qingli was far more unruly than Mo Xiaojing.
However, at this moment, the spring of the fourth year of Qingli has already put on the crown of the emperor. He is far away on the throne of thorns in the east and overlooks all living beings. The mystery surrounding Mo Xiaojing in front of him is no less than that of the spring of the fourth year of Qingli. Then, whether Ge Sheng's relationship with him was an enemy or a friend, Ge Sheng didn't know.
I don’t want to know at all.
So when the boy spoke, he smiled softly.
"The president is a very good girl."
This is almost the first time Ge Sheng calls Ao Xuehua a girl.
Mo Xiaojing nodded with a warm smile: "Yes, she is a very good girl."
"It just has nothing to do with me."
Under the ice gorge, Ao Xuehua's figure was as erratic as a ghost.
In her hand was the pure white long sword, and the unsheathed dream glowed like a faint moon in the dark night.
The dream that didn't look very scary, in Ao Xuehua's hands, everything in front of him was as thin and fragile as a thin piece of white paper.
Dreamland is a first-grade heavenly spiritual weapon, and even among spiritual weapons of the same level, its material properties are outstanding. However, what is somewhat unexpected is that the magic pattern carried on Dreamland is a rebirth curse.
This useless spell neither strengthens attack nor improves defense, and even has very few auxiliary functions, so much so that Ao Xuehua himself complains about its flaws every time he uses Dreamland.
You must know that the dream itself has the top effect of breaking demons, and almost all magic barriers can be broken before the dream.
But at this moment, the dream's rebirth curse has become the most outstanding magic pattern in a sense.
Because Aoxuehua showed enough strength.
Each of her sword intentions penetrated the bodies of those monsters like rotten soil, and did not stop until they submerged into the stone wall. Then the monsters burned blazing flames from those smooth mirror-like wounds, that dazzling and warm white flame, Then take away the other person's remaining life little by little.
If Mo Xiaojing's battle is like a human meat grinder, standing there silently, he can easily mince all the monsters that dare to come to him, while Ao Xuehua's battle is more like a meat grinder full of monsters. Futuristic war fortress.
Every enemy in sight is the target of her attack.
In the eyes of more people, Ao Xuehua's strategy is closer to consuming his own life force.
Each of her sword strikes has almost reached the highest level she can achieve, so much so that those monsters can't even take a single sword strike against her. The consequence of not being able to take the strike is that she will be cut away by the sword's intention, and then Purified by the rebirth curse attached to the sword's will.
But the biggest question is - how many swords can Ao Xuehua slash?
Not only Ge Sheng and the others who were standing on the ice gorge and watching from a distance were thinking this, but even Rodriguez, who was watching indifferently in the shadows, might be a little curious.
How many swords can Ao Xuehua slash out?
At this time, Aoxuehua was indeed nearly invincible. At least in this terrain, she was truly invincible against the magical beasts facing her.
Although under the control of Rodriguez, the Warcraft will never have morale problems, but even so, the dense group charge no longer exists, but the continuous scattered formation of Warcraft slowly moves forward.
But Ao Xuehua never refuses anyone who comes, and every sword blow takes away the opponent's life as promised.
No matter whether it is strength, accuracy, or speed, there is no fluctuation at all.
How long can she hold on?
She had been standing there for more than an hour, and if nothing else happened, she could continue to stand.
As long as she can stand there, no monster can come within three feet of her.
Behind her, in the darkness shrouded by the continuous wind and snow, Shi Feng stood there calmly.
Like a snowman.
He had stood there like this since the first battle, and until now, he had only had some initial conversations with others.
Then more of them stood still in almost dead silence.
However, at this moment, Shi Feng slowly moved his right hand.
Standing in the snow for a long time made his body a little stiff, but the movements of his right hand did not look like he had lost his sensitivity after being frozen.
Rather - it feels so heavy that it is difficult to move.
He slowly moved his right hand to his chest, and then slowly began to chant an ancient and obscure mantra.
If you can hear the content of those mantras clearly, you will find that he is not using human language, but the more ancient ancient beast language.
And between the fingers of his right hand, there was a blue ribbon.
If you look a little closer, you'll see they're not ribbons.
They are some extremely fine light beams and mist, but they are too tiny and the number is too huge. At a glance, they look like the finest quality ribbons wrapped around their right hands.
As he chanted the incantation, the ribbons began to hang down slowly, and then fell onto the hard snow-covered ice.
Then the thread begins to flow forward.
These scenes, which are very slow to describe, when actually unfolding, seem like a series of dizzyingly fast silhouettes.
So for those people on the ice gorge, almost instantly, they felt the terrifying power that suddenly broke out at the end of the ice gorge.
Ge Sheng turned around and looked at Mo Xiaojing.
Mo Xiaojing felt his gaze, but did not answer. Instead, she asked the red-haired man: "Master, do you know?"
"Our ice boy wants to bury each other by himself." Qi Xia couldn't see his face clearly in the darkness: "We just face two biggest problems."
"He needs time, relatively speaking a lot of time."
"And the protection is enough for him to complete the entire spell."
After being silent, Ge Sheng said, "But, these powers..."
"Yes, these powers are too huge even for ordinary Heaven Realm experts." Qi Xia said slowly: "But we only need to remember one thing, he is the Lord of Icewind Valley."
"The entire power of Icewind Valley belongs to him."
Ge Sheng stopped asking questions and began to look at Bingxia.
A blue ribbon slowly extends along the ice gorge.
This is the scene seen at the top of the glacier, so you can imagine the nature of this blue ribbon.
That's a big river.
A blue river wrapped in ice and light, mixed with fog, wind and snow.
If you really want to give this big river a name.
Then apart from Jiuyou, I am afraid there is no one who is more appropriate.
Ge Sheng watched the river rushing forward. Wherever he went, there was silence.
The river flows along the glacier and then emerges from the glacier.
In front of it is the nearly endless army of magical beasts.
Ge Sheng guessed the ending and knew that he was about to see the ending.
At this time, a cold and silent voice slowly came from the distance.
"Shut up."
The Jiuyou Glacier stopped flowing.
Shi Feng covered his mouth tightly with his left hand, but large mouthfuls of bright red blood foam still poured out from the gaps between his fingers like a stream.
That sound penetrated his body, and his spiritual thoughts were raging.
He has the world as far as he can see, and the entire Icewind Dale is behind him at this moment.
But to that person, all these are just paper castles, which will collapse with just a push of a finger.
But even extending a finger felt redundant and ridiculous.
He only had to say two words softly, and that was enough.
