Angry shouting shocked the world.

Chen Dong's mind even louder, and his scalp became numb.

Really... something happened!

But who is able to break through the protection of Zhenjiangcheng?

The uncle was able to force him to angrily scold him in thunder, and the other party seemed to have approached him!

"stop!"

When the thoughts were floating, Xu Qingfeng stopped Chen Dong with a shout: "Don't worry about the others, Zhang Wudao, continue digging!"

"clear!"

Zhang Wudao nodded, turned around and continued to wave the hammer to hit the chisel, and chiseled the second martial arts body.

Dangdangdangdang...

The sound of chisel strike echoed in the practice room.

"senior."

Chen Dong's eyes widened and stared at Xu Qingfeng in panic.

Click!

Xu Qingfeng calmly lit a cigarette: "Do what you should do, do your own job."

After a pause, he exhaled smoke, raised his eyebrows and looked at Chen Dong, and smiled coldly.

"Or, do you think you can compare with Chen Daojun, Huo Zhenxiao and the Daxue Dragon Cavalry?"

Chen Dong was speechless for a moment.

And outside the practice room.

Chen Daojun's thunder rebuked angrily, and the lingering sound was still unresolved.

Snow and howling.

Chen Daojun was in the darkness. With a angrily shout, he raised his right hand and curled his claws.

Whoosh!

The energy surged, and directly sucked the sword from the waist of a soldier not far away into his hand.

Hold the knife in your right hand and shake it gently.

clang!

Qi Jin instantly destroyed the sword into countless pieces.

Chen Daojun had a murderous intent, his eyes were cold, and his right hand pushed forward with a move.

Whoosh swish swish swish...

Countless fragments of war swords roared instantly, and surrounded by energy, attacked towards the darkness in the distance.

"Um?!"

Almost at the same time, Huo Zhenxiao, who was standing with a gun, frowned, and his eyes burst into light, instantly locking a position in the darkness.

An indescribable sense of oppression swept across the body.

In an instant, my hair stood upright and my scalp exploded.

This oppression...

Damn it!

Huo Zhenxiao's face was gloomy and he cursed in his heart.

Bai Qi and the two Jin Weis beside him also looked at the same time because of Huo Zhenxiao's movement prompts.

But compared to Huo Zhenxiao's clear feelings, even with the strength of the three, he was a little confused and confused.

In the flash of lightning.

Countless pieces of swords surrounded by energy were sank into the darkness.

clang!

Suddenly, a deafening bell rang throughout the world.

The ripples visible to the naked eye swept across all directions and swept through the wind and snow.

Countless blades that had originally disappeared into the darkness were directly swept backwards by the ripples of sound waves and fell to the ground.

"The bell-carrying man!"

Chen Daojun was fierce and domineering, and exclaimed: "Do you can't sit still so quickly? I want to stop me from stealing my fortune tonight?"

"The bell-carrying man?"

Huo Zhenxiao's heart was shocked.

With his experience and the intra-domain intelligence network he relies on, he is extremely unfamiliar with such a title.

But it was able to force the master to retreat and make the master exclaim.

The other party is at least at the same level as Master Kongkong!

"The wartime state of the whole city shall be subject to the extreme night war!"

Huo Zhenxiao made a quick decision and ordered sternly.

Bai Qi and the other two were shocked at the same time, but they did not dare to hesitate and immediately received the order.

With a command.

The Yangyang Town of the Xinjiang City was at the darkest moment before dawn, like an ancient ferocious beast quickly awakening, emitting peerless power.

"Daojun... After many years of separation, how can I stop him?"

In the darkness, the sound of a deep and thick drumbeat echoes this world.

The thick sound has a sense of majestic and upright oppression.

Dong, Dong, Dong...

The ground was shaking faintly, accompanied by heavy sounds.

Huo Zhenxiao was furious, holding the silver dragon spear in his right hand, and the blue veins on his back were prominent.

He couldn't see the figure in the dark, but the overwhelming sense of oppression that was like a big mountain pushing him out, even he was frightened.

Small!

Yes! It's small!

With his strength and state of mind, he could make him feel so intuitively that his tiny sense of panic has not appeared for a long time!

"lamp!"

In awe of shame, Huo Zhenxiao suddenly raised his gun, pointed directly into the direction where the sound came, and said angrily.

Instantly.

On the city wall, there were also the headlights of the surrounding barracks, which directly gathered towards the darkness.

But under the light, what appeared was a whistling and rotating snow tornado, and could only vaguely capture a burly figure as if it were a mountain.

Buzz!

Suddenly, the surrounding snow tornado seemed to be still.

The next moment, the thick snow in the air fell to the ground.

A terrifying figure finally appeared.

"Hiss~"

Huo Zhenxiao took a deep breath and subconsciously glanced at Bai Qi beside him.

Bai Qi and the two Jin Wei did not hide the terror on their faces.

To put it bluntly, Bai Qi's figure is the first person in the entire Snow Dragon Cavalry Army!

But that person was stronger than Bai Qi!

The giant-like height is like an iron tower, shirtless on the upper body, and the bronze muscles are like rocks, showing the squirting power.

The lower body is a traditional loose martial arts uniform. Although the legs of the pants are very loose, they sometimes show muscle bulges as the cold wind whistles.

White beard, white eyebrows, bald head, a little old, with vicissitudes of ravines, and even some old spots. Her whole appearance gives people a feeling of being rough and tough.

What is most shocking is that this man is not upright, but is bent his upper body, with a huge bronze bell on his back. The bronze bell is covered with rust, carved with rare beasts, and there are still difficult to distinguish.

Pattern.

The man, like a dragon, held the bronze bell with his back hands. Every time he took a step, he left a deep footprint on the ground.

It is not the snow marks that are trampled out, but the real footprints that are trampled out on the ground or even on the stone slabs, under the pressure of huge weight.
To be continued...