Xiao Cheng looked up at the night sky where the dark clouds reunite without stars and moons, sighed helplessly, and then..., blowing snow.

It's really blowing snow.

The goose feathers were flying in the sky with heavy snow, falling on the eyelashes on their body and face, turning into frost. If they had not had the five-day sect cultivation level, they would have been frozen to death.

"What the hell is it? Why is it different from the past? I am holding on to the image of Ximen Chuxue and Langfanyun in the complex, and there is no need for the Demon Altar. Let me get it into such an environment, right?"

"This looks like the North Pole of the Earth... It really looks like the colorful light in the sky is the legendary aurora? It's so beautiful. I have only seen it in movies and documentaries in my previous life, and my soul has personally experienced it in this life... It's just that, it's too cold. If I weren't the Great Sword God, I would have been frozen to death here. Wouldn't I be directly judged as losing the battle by the Demon Altar?"

Xiao Cheng was crying without tears. "Isn't it just borrowing the image of blowing snow? You kept snowing heavily and I couldn't finish blowing. Why is this? I blow, I blow."

Xiao Cheng pouted and blew out the airflow hard, blowing the falling snowflakes away. Not to mention, he really got the charm of the Snow Blowing Snow. It was really blowing snow, not the blood blowing of the Sword God, the two were essentially different.

Soon, Xiao Cheng was furious and thunderous. The light curtain heard the message of 10,000 monks. He took a casual look at the message of 10,000 monks. In the cold wind, his face turned ashen.

"Are you old people who are group to bully people? Who are these people? Their results are so scary. Many of them are winners of one-to-one ten thousand, more than once? You really think of me. Such ten thousand monks are even more powerful than one million ordinary monks. The Demon Altar also broadcasts a new record live broadcast. Because the final score of ten thousand respondents was too high, they created a new record? Hell, hell..." As soon as Xiao Cheng saw the message clearly, the three corpse gods furious and had the urge to draw their swords to pierce the night sky.

"In less than ten hours, I want to defeat ten thousand masters with rich combat experience and endless martial arts skills. Can I succeed?... I must not be joined by more than one hundred people. If these guys have more than one hundred attacks, no matter how powerful I am, I will be beaten into meat paste, and the Demon Altar is directly judged as failure... I can only fight guerrilla warfare, and I must combine blitzkrieg, hit it with one blow, go back and forth, plot and sneak attack, and do everything I can, otherwise, I will definitely fail.

I am here to follow the essence of the sword arts of the two sword gods, so I can't slander these two people. Joke, who heard that Ximen Chuxue and Lang Fanyun were beaten and fled in a panic? I can't embarrass the sword gods on Earth. If I fight, no matter what, I can't make people laugh."

Xiaocheng made up his mind. Looking around in this ghost place, there were icebergs and snow hills everywhere, and sea water appeared further away. Xiaocheng suddenly widened his eyes.

"I'm right, so cold and not frozen?...I understand, I can't look at it with common sense. I can think of it like this. In the Arctic Ocean, ice islands are drifting with the flow... Yes, this is true. This is definitely the pattern. Some places are sea water, some places are ice and snow islands, and there are either icebergs or black ice. Anyway, there are no green or red at all....I don't know that the power I use at this time is the power of fire running? Apart from the icebergs, it is sea water, which invisibly suppresses the power of fire running, and it's so angry."

Xiao Cheng scolded the world and knew that things were helpless. The environment was not good for him, but it was beneficial for cultivators with attributes such as water and ice to awaken. One was rising and the other was getting worse. If he didn't find a way, he would be crushed to death without mercy.

"Take an initiative and first explore the destination of ten thousand monks, know yourself and your enemy, and never win a hundred battles." Xiaocheng's plan has been decided, and his body has turned into a white light and shadow. In the heavy snow, he stepped on the snow without traces, rushed towards the distance, crossed the iceberg across the snowfield, and walked over the snowfield for more than ten miles of ice sea water. He was potentially trapped in the thick snow layer of the second iceberg island, peeking at the ten thousand enemies gathered in the snow valley, and felt the shocking combat power, and complained in his heart.

There were more than ten thousand people, and it looked crowded. These guys were all ready to go. Obviously, they were impatient when they waited. At some point, they rushed out with a bang.

A pile of loose sand cannot form a group attack. At this time, each of them is in charge of their own affairs and is looking for targets everywhere. No. 90 million has gone.

Xiao Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, most afraid that there would be a guy with prestige in the middle that could convince the public. In that case, with command, tens of thousands of monks turned into a battle queue with evidence of attack and retreat. Then there was no need to think about it, just find a place to get up and wait until the time was time to lose the battle. Without command, most of them were moving towards a certain area in groups of three or five, which was much easier and there was a chance of sneak attack and assassination."

A divine light flashed in his eyes, locking seven or eight people. His figure lurked under the snow layer, sensing and following these people, controlling their actions, chasing them, and soon left the area where the people gathered.

"What the hell is this?... Brother, this environment is really bad. The Demon Altar is fun for us. It is more difficult to find people in such an environment. No. 90 million is cunning like a fox. You should be careful and don't capsize the gutter... Brother, the last number is 067? This number is familiar. By the way, the day before yesterday, but Brother, completed the third victory record of one-on-one-million-million-winning record?... Yes, I can't be wrong, I'm lucky to be lucky."

The guy who looks like a tough guy is talking to a little white-faced guy. The little white-faced looks pretty. Obviously, this person is a pretty guy, and he is likely to be a beauty, who has changed into a man, and he also looks like a creamy boy.

"You are polite. Three times one against ten thousand is just a lucky victory. Those monks are all little guys and lack combat experience. They are not like the current scene. Tsk tsk... Even if I win ten times one against ten thousand, I can't catch up with the huge momentum of others this time. Look, which one of the ten thousand monks who came in is not a powerful character? This 90 million number is so happy, hahaha."

The little white-faced spoke modestly, causing the little beauties following behind to smile "giggle".

There are all images here. Do you know whether these little beauties are black bears outside? Xiao Cheng felt all this and was sweating coldly. Only then did he remember that he had nothing to do to become a beauty. It was indeed perverted. Very well, this guy knew to reflect on it.

The tail number 067 laughed, waved the sword that emitted cold air in his hand, and said casually: "I have just practiced the sword technique to great success. I hope to meet 90 million and compete with him."

The little white face said, "Don't worry, maybe we can meet you first before others."

"As you wish!"

With this shout, Peng's snow layer exploded, and a white shadow carried the sword energy to the sky, emitting high temperature and fire! The 9000000 number on his chest shone at the limit.

"Dongfang Bubai? Good to come! Hey, why is it a man this time?"

"This time I am named Ximen Fanyun. If you call me the Great Sword God, you will be able to do it." Xiao Cheng shouted arrogantly, and the long sword passed through the sky. The sword energy shattered the snow in the air, and a vacuum appeared.

With this, the extremely sharp sword energy surged wildly.

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Chapter completed!