The Sword Dynasty - 541. Chapter 540

The old monk’s wooden staff became heavy.

The heaviness comes from the exhaustion of his physical strength, from the will of these dead men.

The realm of these dead men is far away from him. The sword intent or the explosive power of the second cultivator who exploded the true essence of his body when he killed himself is also because of the choice of the old monk, it is possible to fall on the old monk. Body.

As far as the body of the old monk is concerned, the power that can leave a mark on his skin is no different from someone knocking on him with a spoon.

Just in order to save as much energy as possible, the old monk controlled his consumption to the extreme. Sometimes when he casts his staff, he would rather suffer damage like a tap of a spoon, and reduce the output consumption of True Yuan as much as possible.

It’s just that no matter how small the injury is, it is injury after all.

More fatigue also comes from a high concentration of energy.

The purpose of every practitioner who walks is not to survive, but to give his life to the tip of his rod to harvest. The final blow before death is not to worry about his own life and death at all, but to try to fight as much as possible. He caused harm.

If he is not attentive, then these cultivators who are too much lower than his realm, relying on this will, it is really possible to cause serious harm to him.

As the wooden staff became heavier, the inside of the old monk’s skin began to become hot, and his breathing gradually became hot.

On the dark side, the number of the ghostly army has become sparse.

However, the eyes of the practitioners who kept walking to the death of the old monk were still calm, even with an incomprehensible sense of indifference.

The only difference was the general who always stood at the forefront of the army.

The depths of his eyes were full of confidence at this time, and there was a kind of fanatical flame shining like a fire under the ice.

Blood was already flowing between his lips and teeth under his masked black scarf.

When the first lieutenant stepped forward to die, his white teeth had bit his own lips, but he didn’t feel any pain at all.

The physical perception of pain does not seem to exist for him.

He has vision unmatched by any practitioner, and in this thick darkness, he can even see every movement of the old monk clearly.

At this time, he just watched every attack of the old monk very seriously, every time the wooden staff walked in the dark.

The time is actually very short.

But the strong will disappeared one after another, and the fresh lives kept dying with this kind of will that was so cold that people could not understand it, which made the time extremely long.

The number of people behind this leader is extremely small, and there are only dozens of people left.

However, suddenly, he didn’t know what shadow he had captured in his eyes, and his gray pupils suddenly brightened.

As soon as his body began to move slightly, a sergeant who was about to walk out behind him keenly felt the change in his body’s energy, and instantly stood still.

Then the general named the leader began to move.

The tip of the old monk’s staff had just withdrawn from the chest of a practitioner.

The blood oozing from the heart of this practitioner was instantly frozen by the extreme cold.

The front end of the old monk’s wooden staff still maintained a high temperature due to the rapid flow and friction of the vitality of the heavens and the earth, so a few drops of heart blood were still sticky at the tip of the staff.

The sergeants in front of him, or it would be more appropriate to describe them as practitioners and dead men…their two hundred and dozens of corpses are piled together, even if they cannot be compared with the piles of the corpses of the thousands of strong men who fought in Changling. , But it has also piled up into hills on the ice.

The moving general quickly passed through the cold air, and the few drops of viscous blood on the tip of the old monk’s rod would not fall. When it was still condensed, the figure of the general appeared here. The top of the corpse mountain.

The old monk suddenly raised his head.

The aura induction between the strong cannot be described in words, even if the aura blooming on this general’s body at this time does not seem to be any different from the practitioners he killed before, but he intuitively felt extremely dangerous.

Without any hesitation, he took a step forward again.

This step is a distance of dozens of steps for ordinary people, directly to the foot of Shishan Mountain.

He stepped out of his right foot. At the moment when the sole of his right foot fell, a powerful force burst the ice surface that was not too many feet deep. The heat of the hot lake underneath had not yet spewed out from the ice surface. The corpses, including the snowy corpses around them that had long been like ice sculptures, had all been shocked to fly up.

With this stepping force, a majestic force surged into the old monk’s body. The tip of his staff slammed like a hot lake under his feet, falling towards the corpse in the rain. The general stabbed over.

The speed of the wooden stick walking through the space is so fast that the picture of all this is almost stagnant.

However, the general’s figure flickered between the flying corpses, disappeared in an instant, and appeared in front of the old monk again.

A piece of ice suddenly accelerated along his two outstretched fingers, and stretched toward the old monk’s eyebrows, bearing the force exerted by him and the surrounding heaven and earth.

The old monk’s pupils suddenly shrank.

At this time, his real cultivation base was second only to Yuan Wu, and he was taught by Ding Ning. It was Yuan Wu and his sword that could not be as fast as him. However, at this time, he was sure that this piece of ice had turned into ice. The sword will be faster than his rod.

The rapid flow of vitality around the body and the dryness in the body clearly reminded him that the general of the other party is the real master of the seven realms, and not the ordinary seven realms. The most important thing is that the other party actually seems to see through his sword moves. , And saw the state of his body with extreme precision.

His physical exertion was too intense, and his shots at this time were already slower than before.

This general is different from those who sent the dead, is a rare master.

The general saw through his sword skills.

The superposition of these numbers is enough to defeat him.

There was a loud explosion.

The old monk’s left foot also burst out with incredible power, which has been sputtered out by the cracked ice.

The old monk’s body moved backwards at a terrifying speed, and the direction of the stick in his hand changed slightly.

Chi Chi chimed two softly.

Under the old monk’s neck, there was a transparent sword wound on his left shoulder.

The general’s left palm was in front of his eyebrows, and the center of his left palm was completely penetrated.

Two clusters of blood mist floated in the air for a moment, before being frozen into a red powder by the cold, falling down.

The old monk stomped on the ice with his feet, retreating several steps, and retreated to Ding Ning’s body.

The general indifferently watched the old monk, Ding Ning and Changsun Qianxue in the air, and his body fluttered backward like a flying kite, and fell in front of the ghost army that was already small in number.

The wooden staff in the old monk’s hand fell to the ground, shaking continuously.

The heat and ice flakes on the ground kept flying upwards, as if the entire hot lake was flying upwards.

“Who is it?”

Long Sun Qianxue took a deep breath and asked Ding Ning, who looked extremely solemn.

“Not from Chu.”

Ding Ning said slowly.

Earlier, he told Changsun Qianxue and the old monk that this was from the army of Great Chu, and he was also the one who said that he was not from Chu.

However, Changsun Qianxue was not surprised by this.

Anyone’s judgment will change because of the other party’s changes.

“Very strong.”

Ding Ning looked at her again and said something very seriously.

The old monk coughed slightly and coughed up some blood. He wanted to pull up the stick inserted under the ice, but Ding Ning looked at him and shook his head, “You don’t want to do it anymore, you can’t do it anymore. This glacier can’t go back.”

The old monk nodded, but did not insist.

This is a very objective thing. Any practitioner who wants to survive in such a place must consider that his true essence and physical strength can support him so that he can go back and walk out of this path along the way he came. glacier.

He raised his head, followed the wind flow formed by the general falling through the air, perceiving the existence of that general.

The general was also injured.

But the injury of the opponent seems to be a calculated price.

The opponent still has the power to fight again, and that blow just now is the result that the general needs to change after having sacrificed so many people.

Changsun Qianxue raised her head.

She took a step forward.

She proudly stood in front of the old monk and Ding Ning.

Her pride is not only because she is one of the strongest female nuns in the world, but also because she has always lived according to her own wishes and has never succumbed to the will of others.

This is true pride.

noble.