Hou Cang turned his head and concentrated on dealing with Qianyu.
Although I don't know why this man's approach is so evil, it does not prevent him from arousing a strong desire to fight.
The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, weaving a fine net around the young man in white. It was as awe-inspiring as the sky's light penetrating through the iceberg, and the sharp power emerged from the refraction, blocking all invisible attacks.
But the strange emotion lingering in my heart is still pervading.
It is the inferiority complex of an ant when looking up to powerful gods, and the despair of not being able to resist at all when faced with a disaster of annihilation.
The invisible force of death seems to destroy the willpower of any fighter who wants to resist and struggle.
Those who resist, die.
Hou Cang raised his eyes, took a deep breath, and raised the sword again.
No one in this world can make him bow down, not even the most powerful person.
Moreover, the strongest person in the Dongming Realm, the best in the world, has only one god.
No one can make him bend except her.
He endured the heavy feeling of losing strength in his hand and struggled to lift the sword, when a funny tone suddenly came from behind.
Although Hou Cang had never heard of this damn operation in his life, he still figured it out.
Xi Qin's tone sounded almost human, "Uncle, don't worry, we will always be with you!"
Hou Cang's face was distorted for a while, but the almost destructive frustration that was suppressed in his heart was temporarily dispelled.
He raised his eyes with a firm gaze, "You are worthy of calling yourself a Venerable no matter what!"
The evil devil is the evil devil, where does the devil come from?
The sword energy was strong, he raised his hand to form a seal, and a divine seal between his eyebrows emitted a cold divine light, "Under my sword, all living beings are equal."
Xi Qin's tune suddenly became serious. The music was passionate, like thousands of troops and horses, the red flags were swaying, dark clouds were pressing on the city, and the generals were standing on horseback with their swords drawn, capable of defeating thousands of armies.
The ruthless sword intent swept forward, and the glass beads in front of him turned into powder in an instant.
The man in black seemed to be just a little surprised, but he quickly took action again. This time, a big hand slowly emerged from the whirlpool, trying to crush the people on the ground into the ground.
Hou Cang immediately raised his hand to make a seal, condensing a spiritual shield, and then raised his sword up against the heavy pressure.
But those beads that had not been broken open by Hou Cang went straight to the three people behind them.
Yuan Ye pulled Xi Qin's hand, and the puppet guarding the front was cut off at the waist in an instant. Even the delicate mechanisms inside the wooden shell belt were neatly cut open without any hindrance.
Yan Qing raised the knife and stepped forward. The heavy blade had just touched the invisible barrier, as if it had touched the most resilient thing in the world. Before he could even withdraw his power, the invisible line had already been cut. His robe cut into his flesh, and blood spurted out in an instant.
"Yan Qing!!!" Ni Jinxuan looked at the blood line, quickly rolled the person back with a whip, turned around in the air, and used the power of the circle to use the whip to break the invisible but extremely terrifying people around him. Line of power.
"Be careful! Don't move rashly!" Yan Qing threw out two magic weapons. Yuan Ye gritted his teeth and pulled the Xi Qin, changing the tune. The two cooperated again, clearly distinguishing the surrounding power lines and the rebound of the sound attack.
In just such a moment, the three people who had always been optimistic suddenly felt the fatal despair.
Powerful, towering, far above them, with nowhere to hide, not even the ability to fight back.
The kind that can destroy an entire home and life with a casual kick from a passer-by, the humiliation of an ant.
"Fuck." Yan Qing cursed for the first time, looked down at the bone-deep injury, gritted his teeth, and changed the knife to another hand, "This clothes is the most advanced defensive robe."
Yuan Ye's hands shaking the piano said, "You run first, you have Fei Lianjiao, you can run fast and you can still run."
Yan Qing clenched the knife, half of his blue shirt was stained with blood, "But what should you do? Are you still playing the piano here? Where is Jin Xuan?"
"You take Jinxuan away, I'll stay here." Yuan Ye looked at the ball that was constantly colliding and approaching, "If I'm not there, I'm afraid the fourth uncle won't be able to withstand it."
Such powerful sound attack and suggestion abilities may not be completely eliminated even by his master's presence. Once the music stops and Hou Cang gives up the struggle, Yan Qing and Jin Xuan cannot run away and can only wait to die.
"Let's go!!!" Yuan Ye shouted, "Stop fucking Moji! Care about your unfaithful spirit! Take Jinxuan away!!"
Ni Jinxuan's eyes were red, "Let's go first. I just tried it, but no news can be sent. Let's go back and call the master uncle as quickly as possible. You hold on first! I will definitely come back."
She took out all the defensive charms with all her hands, activated them in an instant, threw all the defensive magic weapons and life-extending elixirs she picked up to Yuan Ye, hooked Yan Qing with her whip, "Let's go!"
Under that huge palm, Hou Cang's figure was almost invisible, as if the sky had fallen heavily and he was pressed to the ground.
And Hou Cang was the tallest person and the one who carried it last.
Yan Qing ran as fast as he could and wanted to escape with Jin Xuan, but a strange barrier like a giant's foot appeared in front of him. When he stepped hard, the ice cracked and debris flew. Yan Qing's feet almost didn't touch the ground. He Jinxuan was instantly buried in the snow.
Yuan Ye's hand holding Xi Qin had blue veins. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and rubbed the strings vigorously.
Even if they are at the end of their rope, even if they are alone and unable to survive, they can only persevere and must persevere.
Despair filled the hearts of the four people. Suddenly, they heard the continuous roars of wolves and giant elephants, and then the two people buried in the snowdrift were lifted out by the sudden rise of the iceberg.
"I said," an overly familiar female voice sounded in the groggy world. The voice was not loud, even a little too calm and low, but it was exceptionally clear.
"Have you ever asked my opinion about people who touch me on my territory?"
In an instant, Yuan Ye suddenly raised his head, opened his eyes, and looked at the sky in the snow cave in the distance.
All the monster beasts that had previously disappeared from the far north crowded in, with three figures hanging at the front.
And that voice came from the azure figure in the middle amid the rain.
"Uncle Junior!" Yuan Ye suddenly stood up in the midst of a ray of precious light.
Under the center of the whirlpool, a sword light suddenly broke through the big hand made of condensed demonic energy, and a slightly violent voice came out.
"Lin Du, what are you doing here! Can't you tell how much you weigh? Go back! Call your ice sculpture master who's always freezing on the ice to crush this bullshit Demon Lord! Otherwise, you'll all die."
Hou Cang heard a lot of abusive words when he was young, but he never said them again after joining the Supreme Sect. When he appeared in front of everyone, he looked indifferent and aloof, but at this moment, it was like his skin was torn, and he suddenly appeared. The anger that had been building up for many years came out.
Lin Du didn't panic and looked at the man in black, "Oh, you still have a hand for yourself."
She spoke softly, raised her hand, and in an instant, heavy snow began to fall. It was like a divine residence here, announcing the identity of the intruder, "Fallen Angel."
Hou Cang turned his head in surprise and looked at the black figure.
The few people who could barely keep up with Lin Du's thoughts were also confused. Yuan Ye's hand playing the piano trembled, "Huh?"
"Not Qianyu?" Jinxuan's eyes widened in shock.
"Sure enough, it's not Qianyu! I'm just wondering why this glass bead is so evil today! His moves are not quite right either!" Yan Qing suddenly realized.
Hou Cang has been raising a child for three years, and his mentality is completely broken at this moment, "Fallen Angel, Fallen Angel, you come here even if you know it's a Fallen Angel! Can you beat me!! I can't even beat you!!"
"Who said I can't beat him?" Lin Du suddenly flew up and landed in front of Hou Cang, his gray eyes like frost, "Who is the god here?"
"It's me." She raised her hand and snapped her fingers. In an instant, the ice under the man in black fell apart.
The originally solid ice was now in pieces, with each foot breaking the ice. The fallen angel, who had been so oppressive before, suddenly looked lonely and pitiful.
