One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 62: Jade God Xiao
Zhao Fuyun returned to the cave.

He dug out the bottle again and placed it on a stone. Then he sat in another place with leaves above his head and looked at the starry sky through the leaves.

He had a strange sense of emptiness in his heart. He lamented the impermanence of the world, and also lamented the fact that the cultivators in this world could attack people they were familiar with just for some cultivation resources.

"Throughout the ages, in every world, aren't there always many people like this? It is precisely because there are so many people like this that the value of some characters is highlighted."

Just then, he felt someone approaching.

The person who approached was a man with a knife, a beard, a gray coat, and a broad knife in his hand. He looked like a man who had experienced many hardships, but his eyes were shining in the darkness, like a lone wolf, examining everything.

His nickname is Four Wolves.

He also had a bug in his hand. He slowly approached, took two steps and stopped to observe. He took two more steps and finally, his eyes fell on the bottle placed on the stone. The bottle glowed in the dark because the sand in the bottle had light.

He stopped immediately, then squatted down, holding the hilt of the knife, and stepped back carefully. His eyes scanned the darkness, his heart already pounding.

The fourth wolf was already cautious enough, but he discovered that this was actually a trap. He didn't know whether his arrival had been discovered, but he knew that he had to leave quickly.

He retreated step by step into the darkness.

Just when he thought he had retreated far enough and was about to turn around and speed up, he found that there was someone standing behind him.

The man was dressed in white, his face was as white as jade, and the pupils of his eyes seemed to be filled with frost.

Before he could say anything, the other party suddenly bent his fingers and flicked them. A point of white light flew out. It was not fast, but it had a mysterious feeling, flying like a parabola.

This lone wolf-like man drew his sword in an instant. The sharp light of the sword broke through the wind and cut through the darkness.

He did not run away. He avoided the white light by swaying his body and slashed at the man from the side.

This knife, integrated with his body, was eerily fast, with a hint of the ability to shrink the distance into an inch.

However, the white light turned a corner the moment he dodged it, and its speed was also strangely fast. It seemed to be flying in the air, but the moment it turned, it fell towards him like an arrow.

He was startled and flipped the knife in his hand, making a knife flower, and then he rolled to the other side. He seemed to be attacking, but in fact he was running away.

There was a layer of mysterious light on the knife, and the tip of the knife cut through the white light.

He didn't dare to fight with him because when he saw the other party's clothes and the spells he cast, he thought of a place.

Snow Dragon Mountain.

This is a disciple from Xuelong Mountain.

According to his understanding, all the disciples of Snow Dragon Mountain were cold and ruthless, and although they rarely meddle in other people's business, this place was not far from Snow Dragon Mountain, so it was not surprising to meet them. So although he seemed to be attacking, he actually thought of escaping at the first moment.

His name is Four Wolves, and his nature is like that of a wolf, ferocious and cunning. When he encounters a strong enemy, the first thing he thinks of is escaping.

However, when the tip of the knife passed by the white light, the white light shattered like dust at the touch.

He was prepared for the impact of magic power, but he did not receive any impact. However, the flying dust-like things turned into countless snowflakes in his eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to see snowflakes all over the sky, as if he saw an avalanche of snow from the top of the mountain surging down. The knife in his hand was waving, and the mysterious light on his body was surging.

The sword light could not stop the shattering snowflakes, and the snowflakes fell on his protective mysterious light.

At this moment, he felt a chill coming, and it actually penetrated into his body along his mysterious light.

The coldness was like needles, but also like countless cold needles stacked together. In just a moment, it had penetrated deep into his heart. The talisman seeds in his sea of ​​danger burst into light, but were instantly suppressed and submerged.

In just a moment, the light dimmed, turned pale, and then dark.

Zhao Fuyun walked out of the darkness. Although he walked in the darkness, in the eyes of others, he was like a human-shaped lamp, dispelling the darkness around him.

He looked at the Snow Dragon Mountain disciple who had killed someone, wondering why he did so.

"Why did you kill this man, fellow Taoist?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"He wanted to rob others at the foot of Snow Dragon Mountain, which was the way to his death," said the man.

"Do you believe me?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"It's true that they wanted to rob you, and it's also true that you killed your fellow disciples." The man said coldly. "Oh, in that case, what do you do?" Zhao Fuyun asked in a slightly depressed tone.

"You killed your fellow disciples, but you come to ask me what's going on? This time you return to Tiandu Mountain and enter the inner gate. Your master will question you. What does it have to do with me!" said the man.

Zhao Fuyun breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, he heard the other party say: "What do you think is better, my big avalanche or your flame dragon?"

Zhao Fuyun was slightly stunned. He also saw the cold light that popped out when the other party cast the spell just now.

And that cold light exploded into tiny snowflakes and dust when touched by the opponent's knife tip.

This is pure magical skill that instantly breaks through the enemy's defense.

The power of a spell naturally depends on the talismans formed in the body and the level of true evil that is combined at the time.

But the skill of casting spells requires practice.

Obviously, the opponent's avalanche is a powerful magical skill.

"Daoyou's magic skill is just as its name suggests, as powerful as an avalanche and almost unstoppable." Zhao Fuyun said.

"How does it compare to you?" the man said.

"Of course, your avalanche is stronger. Although my fire dragon has some skills, it has no power. And your avalanche is like the power of heaven, with great momentum and meaning, which is beyond my reach." Zhao Fuyun said.

The other person smiled, showing his white teeth, and said: "My name is Yu Shenxiao, a disciple of Snow Dragon Mountain. I hope to see you again."

After Yu Shenxiao finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and hit the frozen man, who then broke into pieces and scattered on the ground.

Zhao Fuyun watched the other person leave, and did not touch anything that might be on this person.

Zhao Fuyun didn't touch him either. He looked at the other's back, then turned and left.

He felt that Yu Shenxiao killed people not because this was Snow Dragon Mountain, nor because of any other moral factors, but because he simply wanted him to see his magical skills and hear his evaluation of them.

He even felt that if he hadn't said later that he was not as good as him, he would definitely challenge him to a competition.

Fortunately, Zhao Fuyun doesn't value these false reputations at all and doesn't care about them at all.

He turned and left, taking advantage of the night, following the road all the way to Zhennan Pass.

Yu Shenxiao went towards a place, and in the darkness, a woman came up to him.

"Brother, have you demonstrated your avalanche move?" the woman said.

"Yeah!" Yu Shenxiao said with his hands behind his back, looking at the starry sky.

"What did he say?" the woman asked.

"He said he is not as good as me." Yu Shenxiao had no satisfaction on his face, but the woman knew that her senior brother must be very happy.

Ever since he mastered the Great Avalanche Style, he has always wanted to find a disciple from a large sect to compete with, and tonight he finally got his wish.

"My senior brother's name will definitely spread throughout Tiandu Mountain along with this person." The woman said with a smile.

“It doesn’t matter whether we are famous or not. We practice cultivation only to achieve immortality.” Yu Shenxiao said.

"Yes, yes, what you said is right, senior brother. However, senior brother, after you killed someone, why didn't you check what the other person had on him?" the woman asked again.

"After that disciple from Tiandu Mountain killed someone, he didn't even look for anything on the corpse. How could I look for it? If the other party saw it, would they laugh at us disciples from Xuelong Mountain picking up things from corpses?" Yu Shenxiao said with a cold face.

The woman rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "Senior brother is pure and innocent, of course he can't do this, but junior sister can."

After she finished speaking, without waiting for his answer, she ran in the direction where the four wolves had just died.

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