The destined great joyful event turned into a completely bad thing after the bad news that made Di Chen'er's spirit fall, but what exactly was this? Di Chen'er didn't know. Although he wanted to know it very much,... it seemed that Yun'er didn't want him to know it again.

Just as the spirit fox was trapped in the spiritual mud, the Chinese army suddenly cried out, and the golden-winged tiger king Hu Leiding waved the sword in his hand and shot out. The tiger roared and powerful, Hu Leiding slashed down with his sword, "Let me let me try what weight you, the Southern Barbarian Master, have!"

The hand hidden in Xuepiao Peak in his wide robe suddenly shook out, and the surging wind and snow demonic aura immediately supported a thick wall of wind and snow on the "38th parallel". The wall was like a carved carving of wind and snow, and blue ice crystals were seeped in the cape, like the shining ice sword standing on the endless snow-capped mountains.

The sword cut the snow wall, the wind roared and rained all over the world, and the roar shattered through the sky. The sword trembled, and the snow wall rippled layer by layer, as if a tornado was blowing the snow all over the sky.

Hu Leiding snorted, "Snow Mountain and Snow Old is nothing more than that!"

Faced with Hu Leiding's tentative sword and the sarcasm, Xue Piaofeng's face remained unchanged, and was still deep and solemn. When he was calm and composed, Xue Piaofeng raised his other hand slightly, and his index finger pointed to the snow wall like a dragonfly. In an instant, the wind and snow wall, which was covered with layers of ripples, suddenly changed the sky. A biting icy wind and snow shook out from it, blew Hu Leiding's face, making him become a snowman holding a knife for a moment. Old Xue's attack was intended to fight back the sarcasm.

Hu Leiding clenched his fist with bare hands, shaking the wind and snow on his body. The blue veins on his forehead were already bursting and bulging, and he was about to swing the knife again, but at this moment, a powerful wind and snow demonic aura turned into a snow flood in the sky, gushing out of the wide snow wall. Hu Leiding suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the "avalanche" rolling out from the wall, instantly condensed his eyebrows. The old guy in the Southern Snow Mountain was not thinking of fighting alone, but intended to use the avalanche created by the wind and snow demonic aura to flood the hundreds of thousands of Chinese demon soldiers behind Hu Leiding!

The panic became boiling, and the weak were panicked and wanted to escape. The strong men of all races also soared into the air. Faced with the avalanche that stretched hundreds of feet wide, they saw the ridicule from the Snow Mountain of the Southern Barbarians.

"Then the old man from the Nanman is humiliating me, China!"

"It's too much to deceive people! Let's kill the old guy who overestimates his ability to declare war on the entire Chinese demon clan!"

"One person blocks it alone? Oh! Block your mother!"

“…”

The Chinese demon clan was filled with righteous indignation. When facing the same ridicule, his mood reached a unified unification. But just when they wanted to join forces and break the rolling avalanches all over the sky, Reading, the golden-winged tiger king who was located in front of the war, suddenly trembled and shouted: "Stop it all for me! I will deal with the old man in the snow mountain alone! China has no need to mobilize such troops against the Southern Barbarians!"

The powerful men of the demon clan were stunned. The words of the Golden-winged Tiger King seemed to wake up the dreamer. Although the only monster in the Southern Man declared war on the entire China, wouldn’t it be even more shameful if the strong men of the Chinese worked together to fight the Southern Man demon?

Under the gaze of all the demons in China, the Golden-winged Tiger King was already carrying a surging demonic aura on the sword raised above his head. Suddenly, a deafening sound came from the sword. The powerful demon clans were fine, but they were pitiful to the weak demon soldiers and hurriedly covered their ears and plugged stones.

The sound waves spread out from the sword with an evil spirit that was not demonic. The sound was like a bird's roaring, but it was like a dragon's power. It made people unable to guess what was making such a sound, but there was no doubt that this was caused by the spirit of the sword of the Golden-winged Tiger King.

The avalanche dyed the Chinese army's sight white, and Peng Bai was flooding. Suddenly, the sword in Hu Leiding's hand ignited a rolling black flame. Suddenly, the flames rose several feet high. The world, which was originally biting cold wind, suddenly rose a heat wave. Before the avalanche spread, Hu Leiding was burned red by the sword. Even though the pus-blooded hand was slashed horizontally, a black flame sword that was as wide as the avalanche was swept, and in an instant it collided with the avalanche.

Steam filled the sky, as if it was a thick fog in the early morning, clouds and smoke were lingering.

As the wind and snow walls developed spider-web-like cracks, the avalanche was completely scattered by Hu Leiding. In the water vapor, the Golden-winged Tiger King raised his knife and pointed directly at the Xuepiao Peak, who was shook two steps away from behind the wall, and said in a deep voice: "Old man, the knife just now is a gift to you by the King for the Snow Mountain of the Nanman!"

Xue Piaofeng's face was dark, he stroked his snow-white beard and said leisurely: "This gift is not accepted by Xueshan!"

"Grass! The little old man looks at the knife!"

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In the corners of the southeast corner of Tianshikeng, Xue Chenke and Xue Yue, the grandson, pulled the stone with both hands and stretched their heads. They looked astonished on their faces, and there was a look of surprise in their eyes. There was also a kind of inexplicable look in their eyes.

Xueyue blinked, glanced at the second master beside her, and asked weakly: "Grandpa... did he walk out of that mirror?"

Xue Chenke kept staring at Xue Piaofeng and replied casually: "Is this the point?"

Xueyue shoved her nose, "That mirror connects our snow mountain?"

"..." Xue Chenke finally turned his gaze to this grandson with a puzzled face. At this time, Xue Yue's eyes were filled with expectation and lewdness. She seemed to be thinking that if this mirror was really connected to the snow mountain, she would be able to secretly go out with this mirror in the future, and secretly bring back a few good women without knowing it... Isn't it a beautiful meaning? Xue Chenke coughed lightly, interrupting his thoughts, "That mirror is not our snow mountain thing, it should be the magic weapon of the young emperor."

"Why?! Why is it not the treasure object that grandpa secretly hides?!" Xueyue seemed unwilling to give up, and her face was filled with the slaughter of a beautiful plan.

If anyone in these three realms understands Xue Yue's thoughts best, it must be Xue Chenke, the second master of Xueshan who is disrespectful in front of him. Even Xue Piaofeng and even Xue Qinhu, who raised Xue Yue, are not as good as this second master. After all, who made these two people surprisingly smell the same? It seems like they were born. Although Xue Yueming always acted like I was the successor of Xueshan in the future, and he pointed at the second master for a long time, and sometimes even cursed Xue Chenke, which made Xue Chenke look dirty, but in secret, the two people were really "sympathetic", such as playing with a "destined woman" together. If there were too many such things, even one old and one young, two men and one woman, they were happy. The two were not ashamed, and they even mocked and showed off each other.

Xue Chenke saw through Xue Yue's thoughts and said helplessly: "Now our grandfather and grandson are the fish on the chopping board. We can no longer have such leisure to go to those Fenghua and Xue Yue. This treasure should be of great origin. Before our demon pill has returned to the position, don't pay attention to anything bad."

Xueyue gave him a blank look and said, "I don't care about this thing. We have feet, and there are beautiful women outside. How can I eat it step by step? I feel expectant, you old guy?"

Xue Chenke secretly smacked his tongue and didn't care about him. When he saw the wall of wind and snow suddenly appeared, Xue Chenke couldn't help swallowing his saliva, muttering softly, and said in surprise: "For the sake of the young emperor of China, he did not hesitate to do this. Is Zhen'er ready to do a tough battle? What's the point?"

"Think of thousands of years in the future~" Xue Yue suddenly replied quietly, and saw the second master showing a shocked question and looked at him. He raised his eyebrows, "Second Master, you know more than me, why do you look at me like this?"

Xue Chenke asked silently without any warning: "Sunny, you are suddenly confused and playboy, why are you suddenly smart? Are you... hiding something from me?"

"Ha?" Xueyue pulled the corner of her mouth, "Are you confused? When hasn't you become smarter? A genius is extremely smart. Isn't this all the praises of the world for this son?"

Xue Chenke was slightly confused and looked at the grandson seriously. Since he saw Xue Yue holding the Ice Sword Ninglou with one sharp sword move, blocking the long lady of the Crow with a blow for several breaths, Xue Chenke had this inexplicable idea, because Xue Yue was really like a different person at that time, and she looked like a polar opposite to his playboy, without any slight fit.

After breathing a long sigh, Xue Chenke shifted his gaze from Xue Yue's face, the most intelligent expression in the world. Looking at the vast avalanche gushing out from the wall of wind and snow, Xue Chenke sighed, "He will regret it, because China cannot accept the Southern Barbarians. After all, there is a kind of greed in this world called being used to bullying others. This is a kind of enjoyment. Who will resist the temptation of enjoyment? Oh... Why does he insist on being incompatible with me? Isn't it good to live in the present? Even if he fights at this time, he will not be able to win the peace life of the Southern Barbarians for thousands of years."

"Why can't you fight? Wouldn't it be better if you fight?" Xueyue rubbed her hands and said, "What does a Chinese woman feel like? I have been thinking about it for almost two thousand years. I really want to have a good time."

Xue Chenke shook his head and said, "The Southern Man is just a small place. This is the 'root' of their thoughts. This 'root' has been passed on to their blood since ancient times and is now deeply rooted. What a mighty master are the Qing Emperor and Bai Emperor? They can't solve this 'root' matter. What kind of virtues and ability does an insignificant junior have? "

Xueyue glanced at him with a slanted eyes, "Second Master is so unfavorable to that guy?"

"It's not that you don't like him, but that China's thoughts have been deeply rooted in the bones." Xue Chen Kesi asked for a moment, "Can you refuse to run thousands of miles to a cave to enjoy the handsome and graceful girl?"

Xueyue smiled, "What if I fall in love with a girl who is destined to be a girl in the middle of the journey?"

Xue Chenke sighed, changed the metaphor, and asked, "Can you refuse to lose a woman?"

Xueyue curled her lips, ignored him, and just muttered casually.

"Women are a good thing. Without them, how could this young master become stronger and stronger?"

Xue Chenke sneered, then his face turned solemn, reminding him: "If he loses and dies under his will, don't force yourself. There is no such thing as you and me that can get involved. What's more, the entire Ice Field Snow Wolf Clan is waiting for you, the successor, to lead them on the right path."

"What is the right way?" Xueyue was curious and replied to herself, "Do you live a life of mercy?"

Xue Chenke looked at him, "Isn't it okay to live well?"

Xueyue showed her big white teeth, grinned and said decisively: "Great!"

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In the thunder clouds hundreds of miles from the Tianshi Pit, Di Atian frowned with his sword brows. His eyes remained on the ice coffin on the back of the spirit fox. Although he couldn't see the woman in the ice coffin clearly, he felt a little restless. After enduring it for a long time, he finally burst out in his heart. But just as he was about to turn into a stream of light and rush to find out, the matchmaker holding an umbrella stopped him again.

"Matchmaker, Master..." Di Atian was stunned for a moment and continued, "How could something happen to her master?? There was never such a scene in her destiny. This is because our appearance and intervention changed the destiny step by step, which led to something that happened to her master!"

The bright red oil-paper umbrella was slightly turned, and the matchmaker turned the handle of the pale and bloodless hand, and his voice was heavy, "How could you know that there was no such scene in her destiny? Have you seen her destiny? No, you have just heard of her story, either from her own mouth, or from your most beloved "Mother Queen", but you must know that in the story they told you, you are the child of her Bai Luo and Di Chen'er."

Di Atian was suddenly stunned, pondered for a moment before asking, "Did this matter really change the destiny?"

The matchmaker said "happy" lightly, and then added: "The destiny of heaven has not yet happened. If you don't think I have evil thoughts, I want to kill her in this once-day way of heaven."

"I don't think so." Di Atian breathed a sigh of relief, "If you want to take revenge in this 'once', why did you let my mother live until now?"

The matchmaker didn't say much.

Di Atian murmured secretly: "Master, it's fine, I thought she..."

"It's dead." The matchmaker interrupted him.

"Yes! As long as Master does not die..."

"She is dead." The matchmaker emphasized in a deep voice, and saw Di Atian was stunned. The matchmaker added: "You just misunderstood what I mean. Your mother, she is indeed dead in order to protect Chen'er and leave the Butian Stone Land alive.

"This... this is impossible! If she died at this time, how could my Emperor A Tian survive? How could she teach me to hold a sword to protect the clan, and how could she spread my arrogant Xuantian rage!" Emperor A Tian seemed a little excited.

"This is the fact. Nothing is impossible, let alone she loves him so much." The matchmaker was slightly sad, and a trace of loss and low point flashed in his eyes. "One day in the future, Chen'er will look past the bridge on the riverside with me now, but then he will not hear me crying with heart-wrenching voices, because at that time there was only one person in his heart, that was Yun'er."

Di Atian wanted to say something, as if he was trying to comfort this woman who was holding a red oil paper umbrella and trying to use the power of the Ancestral Dragon Cup to forcibly change the way of heaven. However, at this moment, the matchmaker's oil paper umbrella suddenly came out of her hand, quickly and gracefully surrounding them and drew an arc, and then returned to the matchmaker's hand. Without waiting for more words, several streams of light broke through the rain curtain and rushed towards her. In the moment before passing the two of them, Di Atian saw their faces clearly. Then they seemed to have never noticed that the two of them were standing here, passing by them. The destination was obviously the place where the demon king was a hundred miles away.

When the lights galloped away, Di Atian asked in a deep voice: "Next, will something happen to Aunt Xiangqi?"

The matchmaker put down the oil paper umbrella and revealed her delicate face without any blood. The summer willow leaves are still so soft but not light and gentle. She seemed to be silently and devoutly sending someone in the place where the demon king belonged.

Di Atian glanced at the matchmaker who finally fell down the red oil paper umbrella. Subconsciously twisted his head again. He couldn't help but sigh and reminded: "I really don't want to watch over the matchmaker under the soul umbrella. Have you forgotten all your promises? You must not put down this umbrella in front of me."

The matchmaker gave someone some time silently. After raising her head, she slowly hid this face under the bright red oil paper umbrella, exhaled a long breath, and said lightly, "It's a must."

Di Atian also forgave her and waved her hand and said, "No more than an example."

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The sword light was splashing, and the palm wind was whistling white snow. At this time, Hu Leiding's crazy sword couldn't help but make Sha Yimeng, who looked up and watched them, felt nervous. If he had not just competed with this little boy with sword moves and sword moves, he might have won and lost. Even if the little boy kept saying respectful to the word "drunk".

Just as Xue Piaofeng was fighting against the strange crazy sword with one palm, he was enjoying his heart, suddenly Xue Piaofeng's chest surging, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out during the battle, dyeing his long white whiskers red.

Sha Yimeng, who was watching the battle on the ground, suddenly opened her eyes wide and called out "Not good". Before she could lift her sword to support her, Hu Leiding had already seized this fleeting opportunity and slashed on Xue Piaofeng's right shoulder like thunder. If Xue Piaofeng hadn't reacted in time, closed her palms quickly, and took the blade with her bare hands, otherwise she would have been slashed into a tragic situation by this thunder knife.

Heiyan burned Xue Piaofeng's hands and instantly burned the wind and snow demonic aura wrapped around him. For a moment, the burning pain came from the old hand. Old Xue clenched his teeth and lifted the crazy knife that was cut inch deep into his shoulder.

Hu Leiding intended to split the old man from the Southern Barbarian in half with one knife, but he was stunned. He didn't expect that this old man who looked old was a little stronger than his Golden-winged Tiger King who was in his prime.

"Old guy, the black flame on this knife is not uncomfortable. You'd better endure it. Once you take it off, I can split you in half!" Hu Leiding gritted his teeth and smiled far-fetchedly.

Xue Piaofeng's eyes were deep, and he ignored his "kind reminder". His old hands were burning out pus and blood for a while, just like a cruel "badge". If he really wanted to pull his hands away, the flesh and blood that had already burned on the blade would definitely be torn off, and the pain was unimaginable.

Just as the two demons were stalemate, Sha Yimeng came with his sword, and the surging demonic energy gathered on the red sand, intending to take the opportunity to kill the Golden-winged Tiger King who was in trouble with one sword, and capture the thief first. If he dies, everything else will be very easy to deal with, and it is just like this. She is not greedy for merit, but intends to end all this.

He secretly shouted "Not good!", Hu Leiding suddenly turned his eyes and glared. If the Jiushu from Qingqiu entered the battlefield to participate in the battle, then he would definitely be like the previous Purple Moon Wolf King on the desolate mountain thousands of years ago. He was holding the Red Sand Sword and pierced her chest and killed her hand! Hu Leiding had the intention of withdrawing the sword, but at this moment, the old man who had taken the sword empty-handedly stopped Jiushu's pace with one word.

"How could I be so incompetent? Boss, please protect your fox emperor and leave! This is the first thing to do! Don't put the cart before the horse!"

Sha Yimeng suddenly stopped, and she could hear what Xueshan Xue Lao said. If she wanted to intervene, she would look down on him Xuepiao Peak. Although Sha Yimeng did not have this intention, it was undeniable that the words behind Xuepiao Peak were indeed the top priority at the moment.

Hu Leiding had just distracted the spirit because of panic, and the battle situation was still unfavorable to him. Because in the life-and-death duel between masters, a slight distraction and mistake would be a taboo to kill life. But just as Hu Leiding was stunned, the old man actually said again: "I will not take advantage of others' danger. Don't panic. I have my own solution to this knife!"

What an old fool! Hu Leiding was delighted, his thick arm returned to his peak condition, his veins burst, his hands were merciless, and he was overjoyed: "Old guy! You have committed a big taboo!"

While speaking, the black flame sword took the opportunity to slash Xue Piaofeng's shoulder again. This time, the crisp sound of bone cracking sounds were already heard in his ears.

"Old Xue!" Sha Yimeng exclaimed, lifted the sword and stabbed it again, his face turned cold, and he was angry: "Damn it!"

"The Young Master Guardian left!" Xue Chenke shouted, as if to give Sha Yimeng peace of mind. He was in pain. One hand had lost its strength, but he never wailed. It seemed that he had already seen such an ending. He was very calm, and was hurt by the pain of the fire burning, and the pain caused by the crazy knife cutting off his right arm due to the halving of strength. In an instant, the wind and snow demonic aura surged into the sky, and the icy cold burst out again, like a sword, and a pair of snow eyes with cold aura suddenly appeared!

The ecstatic Hu Leiding's face suddenly sank when he saw this. He could see the snow-capped snowy eyes of the snow mountain, so majestic. In an instant, the evil black flame was directly frozen. In the blink of an eye, the old man with no expression turned out torn out the flesh that had been torn off his palm as if he was painless, revealing the left hand of the five fingers and white bones. He suddenly shook his face in Hu Leiding again!

"Snow-covered palm!"

Hu Leiding was panicked, and Sha Yimeng was shocked and stunned.
Chapter completed!