Zhao Wujiang's figure became taller and taller in Snow Lang Xiaobai's eyes, as if he were the only one in the world, which deeply remembered Zhao Wujiang in his mind.

A gentle demeanor, superb strength, friendly spirituality, and most importantly, the ability to understand what it is saying.

They are both masters, but the feeling Zhao Wujiang gives to it is very different from that of the little princess.

Some of the fear in its heart turned into awe, and it wanted to rush towards Zhao Wujiang.

It howled.

Just like many years later, it once again saw Zhao Wujiang, who had experienced drastic changes in the world, traveled thousands of miles across mountains and rivers, and had a face full of vicissitudes of life. It howled and ran towards this man.

The little princess Guli Keli sat on the back of the snow wolf Xiaobai. Her slender hands tightly grasped Xiaobai's wolf fur, and her heart was extremely nervous and complicated.

Zhao Wujiang's strength was too tyrannical, far beyond her imagination. She couldn't believe how could Zhao Wujiang be so powerful at his age?

Compared with Zhao Wujiang, all the geniuses on the grassland pale.

Zhao Wujiang was like the scorching sun, hanging in her heart with unquenchable warmth.

Looking back on the journey, although Zhao Wujiang was strong and tyrannical, he was as gentle as jade from the beginning to the end. He did not rely on strength to bully the weak or use his power to overwhelm others.

This is the strong person in her heart.

Especially when I think back to the romance with Zhao Wujiang, Zhao Wujiang always asks her for her opinions gently and never ignores her.

"Are you lying down? Are you lying down? Is the strength appropriate? I'll be gentler. Do you want to do it again? How about you move yourself?"

But Zhao Wujiang also has a moderately strong side, and is not the kind of good old man who is overly gentle and kind.

Just like now.

Not far away are the warriors of the Golden Tent who are charging towards them.

A total of six teams of troops from the Golden Tent Royal Court gradually gathered into two teams and charged towards this side.

But Zhao Wujiang just waved his right hand and gently shook it towards the men and horses charging forward on the right.

The wind and snow between the sky and the earth suddenly spread rapidly, and in an instant it spread among the people and horses in the Golden Tent Palace, and the wind and snow began to swallow them up.

The people in the Jade Chamber Royal Court did not see it clearly, because in their field of vision, the wind and snow between heaven and earth were strange and unbalanced.

There is obviously much more on the right side, like a country of snow, and you can't see clearly what is going on inside.

But through the constant screams and the wind and snow that gradually turned from white to scarlet, they knew that the country of wind and snow that could not be seen clearly on the right should be purgatory on earth.

As for the men and horses of the Golden Tent Royal Court who were charging towards Zhao Wujiang on the left, the horses seemed to be affected and began to riot uncontrollably. The warriors of the Royal Court were also frightened and had a tendency to stop their horses.

But Zhao Wujiang just held his left hand behind him, as if he was pulling out an invisible sword behind him, and assumed a sword-holding posture.

Then he slapped the horse's back, jumped up, held the invisible sword in his left hand, and slashed at the remaining warriors of the Golden Tent.

It was an ordinary sword, and they didn't even see Zhao Wujiang holding a sword in his hand.

This sword seemed to split the wind and snow, and the wind and snow between the sky and the earth on the left suddenly stopped, and the sword energy was vast, sweeping and raging.

The warriors of the Golden Tent Royal Court began to howl in fear and wanted to escape from the sword energy, but their bodies were out of control and rushed towards the raging sword energy as if they were being attracted.

At the moment of contact, it turned into a rain of blood all over the sky.

Just four breaths later, the sword energy and the country of wind and snow disappeared between heaven and earth, as if they had never appeared.

In front of Zhao Wujiang, apart from a piece of blood-red covering the snow like a gauze, the warriors who were rushing towards him from the Golden Tent Palace seemed as if they had never appeared before.

The world returned to tranquility, except for the wind and snow that continued to howl.

The faces of everyone behind Zhao Wujiang were also calm, but their hearts were already in turmoil, and they were shocked beyond measure. Their calmness was because they had not yet reacted, and they were shocked to the point of numbness.

The power of heaven and earth is probably like this.

They felt overwhelmingly small.

Zhao Wujiang, on the other hand, just thrust his left hand back, as if he was putting back the invisible sword, and said calmly:
Chapter completed!