One person ascends to the Pure Huang Court

Ding Shimaan's face was enthusiastic: "People can actually do this. I thought that Lao Na and I were not far from reaching the peak of the extraordinary people. I didn't expect that we have been sitting in the well and watching the sky. It's really..."

"Great! It turns out there is still such a long way to go ahead for me."

The remaining Quan Xing people were not as bold as Gong Qing and Ding Shimaan. Even Xia He and Dou Mei were mostly afraid of Hu Xiuwu at this time.

The temporary workers also have different thoughts.

Hei Guan'er had a complicated expression: "Young people nowadays are really amazing. I can understand how people of the same generation as Tianshi felt back then. With someone like this hanging around, all their lifelong cultivation has been wasted, and they feel powerless and depressed."

Zhang Chulan remained silent, but suddenly a trace of envy rose in his heart.

If I had a stable environment to practice like Hu Xiuwu, would I also be able to decide the fate of the world like him and the Heavenly Master?

"Kacha, it's useless. Even if you have been practicing Yang Wu Lei Fa non-stop since childhood, you can't beat him."

Being bored and having nothing to do, Feng Baobao took out a fresh and juicy cucumber from his sac and bit off one third of it in one bite.

That's because Wang Zhenqiu is not here now, otherwise he would definitely ask Feng Baobao for a cucumber and tease Zhang Chulan with her.

"Why? Even Junior Master Lingyu said that if he and I had practiced for the same amount of time, he would definitely not be my opponent."

If Hu Xiuwu were present, Zhang Chulan would definitely say that Sister Baoer was right, but now that Hu Xiuwu was not here, it didn't stop him from talking and pretending to be a silly young man. It had almost become his instinct.

Feng Baobao's mouth was full, and he said vaguely: "It's impossible. His Qi can be compared with that Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain. You can only compare with Zhang Lingyu. How can you be compared?"

Feng Baobao's words were more choking than the cucumber in her mouth, and Zhang Chulan was speechless for a moment.

In particular, Feng Baobao comforted him: "It's okay, that's your uncle, don't be ashamed."

"······" After a moment of silence, Zhang Chulan forced a smile, "Sister Baoer, you are right, don't say it next time."

"Oh." Feng Baobao was willing to listen to the advice. She nodded obediently and was about to continue eating the cucumber.

"Kacha, huh? How did the cucumber turn into a popsicle?"

Feng Baobao stared at the hard cucumber in her hand in confusion, but it still made a crunching sound in her mouth, as if she was chewing a popsicle.

Only someone like Feng Baobao, who can snatch bamboo shoots from the cute black and white beasts, can eat with relish even when he knows there is something wrong and even exhales white air from his mouth while talking.

"No, the outside environment hasn't reached the freezing temperature yet." Xiao Zizai looked at the half cucumber in Feng Baobao's hand and found a snowflake on the edge of the cucumber.

Xiao Zizai picked up the snowflake on his fingertips and felt as if he was touching the iron rack placed in the large freezer.

First there was a tingling sensation, then numbness. The extreme cold temperature stimulated his Golden Bell Cover to operate spontaneously, making his fingertips glow golden.

Two golden fingers easily crushed the snowflake, but Xiao Zizai's face still changed drastically:

"Oh no, the fighting inside has escalated, retreat!"

The temporary workers retreated immediately without hesitation. Even Zhang Chulan, who was a little slow, used his self-created Yang Wu Lei Fa - Thunder to stimulate his meridians and speed up his retreat.

Quan Xing realized something was wrong and also stepped back, but he was still a step too late.

The ground is covered with snow and ice.

Chapter 378: Osmanthus petals drive away the cold winter

There is snow on the roof, ice falling from the eaves, and frost on the roads. The ancient city of Jingjue has turned into a dead silent ice city, adding a touch of cold white to the vast desert.

In the pure white city where everything was blurry, Hu Xiuwu, with ferocious phoenix wings flaring above his head and golden armor emitting red flames, looked solemn and ferocious, like a bright moon in the dark night.

Even if there is snow as numerous as stars, it cannot cover up his brilliance.

As for Wang Zhenqiu, who was fighting with him, his entire body had completely transformed into the appearance of a lion man. There was no wind or snow around him, and the sun was hanging on his back, high in the sky, just like the scorching sun in the clear sky, illuminating the world.

Hu Xiuwu took the lead.

The three sword energies meshed with each other head to tail and intersected in spirals, like exploding drills and three-edged arrows, carrying the wind, crushing the wind and snow, with long-lasting energy and carrying murderous intent, counterattacking.

Youyue Sword Technique: Jade Mirror Triple Fold.

"Ah!"

Shizilang shouted, and snowflakes swirled and gathered, forming a vortex of ice and snow shield in front of him.

The spiral sword energy penetrated into the vortex shield, the sword energy was constantly frozen and ground, and the snowflakes were constantly crushed and shattered.

They rotate against each other and eventually cancel each other out.

But Shizilang pinched the air with his left hand, and the remaining debris of the ice shield condensed into a giant ice spear three meters long and three feet wide.

With a thrust of the stone spear in his right hand, the ice spear shot out brazenly, like a fishing hook thrown out by Long Bo, carrying the power to pierce through five mountains and dig a giant turtle into a cave.

The momentum was so overwhelming that even Hu Xiuwu did not dare to resist it. He could only use the Solitary Wheel Evasion Technique, his body piercing like a sharp sword, moving across the air and leaping a hundred meters away.

boom!

The ice crystal spear entered the ground, and the severe winter energy inside burst out. The spear exploded instantly, and a group of extremely cold white clouds were released from it, like the lid of a steamer being lifted, covering the sky and the earth, or like thick fog in a deep forest that lingers all day long.

"My goodness, this ancient city of Jingjue was not easy to escape from the disaster caused by my eldest brother and was only buried in the sand. In the end, it was destroyed by your hands today."

Hu Xiuwu couldn't help but complain when he saw that the city was covered with frozen soil and scarred, and it no longer looked like its original appearance.

"Sure enough, the one fighting me now is Shizi Lang, not Wang Zhenqiu. No wonder he saw through the Yinyou Liuding formation in an instant, escaped from the formation, and occupied the advantage of terrain."

After making a joke to calm down his mood, Hu Xiuwu made a calm analysis.

Different people have different fighting styles. Tianshi likes to overwhelm others with force, Zhang Chulan is good at using strange moves to defeat the enemy, and Zhang Lingyu's moves are upright.

If it were Wang Zhenqiu, when Hu Xiuwu was trapped in the severe winter snow, he would never stand in the air and look down proudly like he is now. He would just be like a winter wolf, hiding his whereabouts in the snow and waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Even the consciousness is dominated by Shiro.

It can be said that the one fighting with Hu Xiuwu now is Shizilang’s original consciousness.

Due to the special nature of Shizilang, Wang Zhenqiu used the divine mask to play Shizilang and directly entered the third stage of the divine mask.

There is no difference between people and play. When you look at me, I am not myself. When I look at myself, I am also not myself.

The actor completely immerses himself in the role. I am the play and the play is me.

In exchange for this, he gained all the powers of the god he was playing.

However, the longer one stays in this state, the harder it is for the actor to come out of the play. The paint on the face can never be wiped off, and one cannot recover one’s true self, and can only live on as a [role].

For example, in the case of Wang Zhenqiu, it is because the character he plays already has self-awareness and can be possessed from a thousand miles away, making it even more difficult to get rid of this state.

Before summoning the spirit, it was impossible for Wang Zhenqiu not to know this shortcoming, but he still used it without hesitation.

"Sure enough, after more than ten years, he is still the madman who takes all risks to experience new things. I suddenly became curious about how Xu Xiang, the previous head of North China, drove him away."

A thought flashed through Hu Xiuwu's mind, and then he was brought back to reality by the wind and snow in front of him.

'In the animation, Shishiro is portrayed as an ancient gentleman who disdains sneak attacks. After all, a gentleman can be deceived by tricks and can be easily exploited by others.'

"I have no choice but to attack them halfway across the river today."

However, before that, the snowstorm must stop.

There's something strange about this snowstorm!

Hu Xiuwu speeds up the flow of Qi in the meridians and relieves the stiffness in the joints.

With support from everywhere, he has the faith of millions of people. Even though the real body of Lion Man has not arrived and the output is not enough, his Qi energy still seems endless.

Although the snow fell over an area of ​​less than a mile, a thin layer of snow still accumulated.

The ice and snow that Shizilang masters are not ordinary ice techniques.

The extreme temperature contained in the snow is only an appearance. Its inner essence is the killing power of severe winter. Taking advantage of the low temperature, this yin energy of severe winter constantly tries to penetrate into Hu Xiuwu's bones through the gaps in the golden light.

Although Shizilang originated from Sanxingdui, he was not an old god of the ancient Shu Kingdom. He was created by Wang Wanghu and Zeng Zijie, rebels of the Lion Society, using the secret methods of the Lion Society and the sacrificial vessels of the ancient Shu Kingdom.

Therefore, Shizilang possesses the characteristics of all the gods that the ancient Shu Kingdom once believed in.

The sun disc comes from the sun god, the stone spear in his hand is a symbol of the earth, and the six swords on his waist represent the gods of the six directions.

The God of Winter is naturally among them. No matter what kind of myth it is, winter is never gentle. He is cruel, solemn and cold.

Although the ancient Shu Kingdom was located in a warm and fertile land and its winters were not as cold as those in the north, they were equally hard to endure, and both the elderly and young children had to go through the test of the cold winter.

If the snow continues to accumulate and the energy of severe winter becomes dense enough, Hu Xiuwu's movements will inevitably be restricted.

"Yu Jingzi."

When it comes to calling the wind and rain, dragons are naturally the best at it.

If you want to break the blizzard, you still need Yu Jingzi's help.

Yu Jingzi crawled out of the sleeves, and his body grew to its largest size, transforming into a ferocious jade dragon, with a faint glow on the surface of the dragon's body.

That was not the light of a magic weapon, but the faint light reflected by sword energy.

Yu Jingzi's entire dragon body was covered in condensed sword energy.

The Jade Dragon Roar in the Youyue Sword Technique, combined with the dragon body made from the skeleton of the Yujingzi snake monster, created the sword-qi dragon that was now baring its fangs and claws.

Not far from Shizilang, Yujingzi's dragon mouth opened wide, and the black pearl under his jaw shone brightly.

The sword energy contained within it gushed out like the breath of a giant dragon.

The sword energy is like a waterfall three thousand feet high.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when Yu Jingzi was entangled with Shizilang, Hu Xiuwu put his sword back into the sheath and began to gather strength.

It was difficult for him to deal with Shizilang, so he couldn't expect Yujingzi to defeat him.

Rustle, rustle,

After three breaths, Hu Xiuwu opened his eyes and heard the sound of wind blowing leaves in the snow.

Behind Hu Xiuwu there seemed to be the shadow of a twisted and vigorous laurel tree.

Draw your sword and sweep it across.

The laurel shakes, golden flakes fall, the fragrance spreads for miles, and the world is full of flowers.

The scene is elegant, charming, beautiful and romantic, but it is also full of danger and malice.

Because these petals that look like broken gold are actually condensed from sword energy.

Youyue Sword Technique: Guipoduan.

Chapter 379 The outcome is decided