In the huge bronze mirror, the glacier hangs incredibly above the head, and the mirror of heaven and earth is upside down, as if it will collapse at any time.
At first glance, he was shocked by this strange scene, but when he looked closely, he soon found that this was just a mirror. His heart was relaxed, and Jing Che realized that his spiritual power was abundant in his body. It must have been the day and night outside. This also gave Jing Che a slight sense of security, and he looked up with his slightly provocative look, facing Baili Fengjian's eyes as dark as a deep pool, and he still looked confident and calm.
Originally, it was supposed to be in the still bronze mirror. At this moment, a clear and rapid female voice suddenly came, as if she was turning the tide and preventing something: "A Zhan!"
I immediately felt trembling and my attention attracted me again. The bronze mirror seemed to have magic power, and when it met, it would make people unable to move their eyes.
It seemed as if there were eyes in the sky watching all this, and I was curious about what happened. The view in the bronze mirror gradually narrowed, and the scenery in the glacier became clearer.
The desolate call echoed repeatedly in the valley, accompanied by a head rolling down the cliff, and bloodshots winded all the way from the top of the mountain.
On the glacier cliff plank road, two people met on a narrow road, and the weapons were confronting each other, and no one on either side was willing to give in.
The wide black hat fell off with the movement, and its long silver hair shook open in the wind, darker and more arrogant than the snow. Gu Zhan raised his eyes, and his blue eyes were like a pool of spring water in the deep mountains, without ripples. The sticky blood dripped in the palm of his hand, and his face was still gentle.
A man stood beside him, staring at the ground from beginning to end, without any movement. On the other side, there were several corpses lying everywhere, and a woman in green was carrying a man in black robe covered in blood. A masked man protected the two with a sword horizontally, and several masked corpses lying on the ground.
After a brief silence, the masked man roared, even though his legs were still trembling in fear, he raised his sword and rushed forward without hesitation, and pierced the sword into Gu Zhan's chest with a boat.
Unexpectedly, Gu Zhan did not dodge or dodge, and let the sword fall into his chest and stood still in the wind and snow. Instead, the masked man did not expect such a smooth situation and was a little at a loss.
Gu Zhan gently pulled out the sword with a gesture, and there was no blood on the snow-white blade, and the wound healed in an instant.
It was as if looking at a monster, the masked man staggered back a few steps, but was stuck in his throat and lifted it up in the air like a chicken.
"A Zhan," Su Yue called out hurriedly, the hair on the cloak was half blurred in the wind and snow, and there was almost a little begging in her eyes, "Don't kill again-"
Before he could finish his words, Su Yue suddenly opened her eyes wide, her heart rose and fell in her chest like thunder. When she heard a "bump", her bones were broken and blood splashed everywhere. The masked man's fearful expression was frozen at that moment, his body fell heavily, and the blood slowly oozed out in the ice as if a red plum blossom was winding out.
The snow was slashed on her body and it hurt so much. The tears on Su Yue's face were frozen into green and white marks, as if she was singing a funny play.
"A Yue, I disappoint you." As soon as the magic trick was applied, Gu Zhan's blood-stained hands were spotless again, as long as jade. He gently lifted up his hat and wrapped himself in an airtight black suit.
The man dragging on Su Yue's shoulder was always awake, but he was too seriously injured and unable to speak more. At this time, he moved the corner of his mouth and attached it to her ear and whispered: "You should protect yourself, don't worry about me..."
Su Yue turned a deaf ear, but tightly held his weak hand hanging on her shoulder. His dark sleeves rolled in the wind, revealing the conspicuous and noble bright yellow inside.
Gu Zhan looked at this scene quietly, feeling eye-catching, and his heart was filled with anger, and he just smiled: "Tell Yuanji to Gu, but Gu doesn't want to attack you."
"A Zhan, do you have to be an enemy of me?"
"You are going to be the enemy of me!" His calm voice suddenly raised, and his anger was revealed.
"Ha, Your Majesty the Demon King," Su Yue said with a sad smile, every word was determined, "You harm the people, should I help the evildoer?"
A word that harms the people is unaware of, and Gu Zhan is speechless.
It was only a few days ago that she was still smiling in the snow and said confidently: "But there are so many good demons in the world, like Azhan."
The wind blew again, and the snow particles swept across the sky and blurred in front of me. The vast white area seemed to return to the warm wine shop. The mist of the hot wine made people unable to see the face of the person opposite. Gu Zhan sat in front of her as usual and said, "Ayue, drink less."
"You go."
After a long confrontation, Gu Zhan turned to his side and gave way, his eyebrows and eyes were as quiet as if the snow in the mountains would not melt for thousands of years.
Su Yue bit her lip, looked at Gu Zhan deeply, and half-carriedly left with Yuan Ji with difficulty.
The plank road, which was frozen for thousands of miles, was squeaking in disrepair. The two people on the plank road were like ethereal ephemerals, dragging blood all the way and stepping on snow dust.
A faint bell came from the distant detoured mountain road, as if playing a farewell song.
Gu Zhan stood there for a long time without saying anything, and smiled suddenly for a while.
And the man beside him who kept bowing his head finally spoke: "Your Majesty, Yuan Ji's army is still in the mountains, obviously going to be aimed at the ancient divine power. Letting him go is equivalent to letting the tiger return to the mountain."
"Si Ming," the white breath that came out of his mouth was as continuous as smoke, and the beautiful and evil face had a strange tenderness, "You must know that it is impossible for me to fight with her."
"Your Majesty must consider the overall situation." Si Ming lowered his hands and looked at the ground, clenching every word.
"I have a idea in my heart." As soon as my clothes were raised, Gu Zhan turned over and left.
Su Yue couldn't stand it when she continued to rush through the continuous glaciers. Seeing that the sky was getting late, but she couldn't wait for Yuanji's army to come to rescue her, they could only stop and search for a cave to escape the wind and snow.
Yuan Ji's face was pale, as if he didn't have the spirit of the spirit he had when he first met. His originally delicate and noble black robe was stained with blood. The huge wound that penetrated his chest had condensed, and hard frost was frozen in many places.
When Su Yue carefully pushed away his clothes, Yuan Ji tightly pursed his lips and endured it bitterly. When he touched the wound, his eyebrows closed and he couldn't help but "sniff".
Su Yue withdrew her hand at a loss and looked sorry: "I'm sorry."
Yuan Ji looked at her with a guilty look, like a helpless deer, and the firm and determined she was just two.
In order not to rush the wound, Yuanji raised the corners of his mouth very slowly, as if ripples appeared on the calm sea surface: "Fool."