Chapter 874: Ice Muscles and Jade Bones, the Elder of the Secret Pavilion Appears
For an instant, the giant dragon painted on the clothes on his chest seemed to come alive.
The beard and hair of the giant dragon's head trembled, and deep in the clouds, a low dragon roar could be heard faintly, echoing the trembling dragon's head on its clothes.
On the luxurious flying boat, Zhao Mingyuan's black hair turned gray in an instant.
Her hair was spread out and dancing wildly in the wind. On her resolute face, wrinkles spread like spider webs and covered her face in an instant.
In an instant, the whole person became dozens of years older, turning into an old man with white hair and wrinkles on his face.
It was obvious that the move he was using at this moment was extremely costly to him.
Longevity is extremely precious to any monk, and is more important than anything else.
How many monks have obviously reached the peak of their cultivation, but because of the small time gap, they are blocked by the great road and can only die sitting there.
But the pain of losing his son made Zhao Jingfeng unable to care about anything else. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind. Only by killing his enemy and avenging his son could he vent the overwhelming hatred in his heart!!!
Waves of dragon roars echoed in the mountains and forests, like cries of sorrow or roaring... .??.
A terrifying aura of terror swept through the entire place, making all the monks present feel inexplicably frightened.
Su Twelve was the first to bear the brunt, and suddenly felt enveloped by an inexplicably powerful and fierce murderous intention.
Both the puppet body and its own body are as if they are stuck in a mire, unable to move at all.
Su Twelve was secretly frightened, and his heart kept sinking.
But his expression remained unchanged, and without even thinking, the golden elixir in the puppet's body began to rotate at an accelerated speed. This was... a sign of spontaneous combustion of the golden elixir.
At this time, Zhao Mingyuan was furious and had no reservations about attacking.
He knew that this move was definitely not something he could withstand now, so he was already prepared, even if he gave up his puppet body, he would still protect his body and the little girl Feng Fei and leave.
As for how other people would face this move, that was not a question he could consider.
I don't have the energy to help anymore.
After getting rid of Sun Wenyuan's threat, he has shown the utmost benevolence to Huanxing Sect!
But at the moment when Su Twelve was using his skills and was about to spontaneously ignite the golden elixir of his puppet body.
Suddenly, a more grand momentum came over.
In the distant sky, a flash of ice-blue sword light rolled in from the sky.
The sword light was gorgeous, powerful and unstoppable. Before the sword light could get closer, the temperature in the air dropped sharply, and the rain that was originally pouring down turned into heavy snow falling like goose feathers in an instant.
The sword light dragged a long ice-blue tail, like a huge overpass spanning hundreds of miles. Wherever it went, the dark clouds dispersed in the blink of an eye.
The roars of dragons deep in the clouds became silent for an instant!
"This aura...is Senior Leng! Senior Leng is back!"
On the top of the main peak of the Huanxing Sect, Ouyang Yi has been secretly transporting his true energy, being careful to be wary of other people in the Zhao Dynasty, and at the same time planning to find a suitable opportunity to help Master Tianhong.
But before he could take action, when he saw such a change, his body trembled suddenly, he reacted immediately, and immediately shouted excitedly at the top of his lungs.
As soon as he finished speaking, a flying sword that looked like ice crystals landed right above the main hall on the top of the mountain.
Seeing the "cold" pattern engraved on the scabbard of the Flying Sword, everyone in the Huanxing Sect instantly became extremely excited.
Sun Wenyuan's escape only gave everyone hope of survival.
But it is still unknown whether they can persist until the elders of the Secret Pavilion return to rescue them.
But now... I hope she is really here.
"Hmph! The bold Zhao Dynasty dares to offend the Huanxing Sect, today... you will be punished
Pay the due price!”
"Pei Feihong, the Huanxing Sect has treated you well. It's just that you don't want to repay it. Instead, you led the people to betray the sect, committed a treasonous act, and attacked the elders of the execution hall. As an elder of the Huanxing Sect, how can I do this?
Let me tolerate you!"
"Fellow Taoists, follow me and kill this beast to rectify the glory of Huanxing Sect!"
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As soon as Ouyang Yi finished speaking, several figures immediately shouted.
Before the voice fell, everyone had already risen into the sky and headed straight towards the people of the Zhao Dynasty, Pei Feihong and Lin Ran.
It was not until this moment that the many elders of the Huanxing Sect truly showed their abilities and strength without reservation.
Seeing this scene, Pei Feihong and Lin Ran, who were fighting Master Tianhong inextricably, made a decisive decision and launched another forceful move to force Master Tianhong back. At the same time, the two figures rose into the sky and quickly landed on the ground.
Zhao Mingyuan is on the flying boat.
"Your Majesty! Don't waste any more time. There will be plenty of time to avenge His Highness the Prince in the future."
"If we don't leave now, when the elder of the Secret Pavilion of the Huanxing Sect actually comes, the thousands-year-old foundation of the Zhao Dynasty will probably be destroyed!!!"
Sun Wenzhu stood beside Zhao Mingyuan, ignoring the impact and oppression brought by the other person's aura in his angry state, and hurriedly spoke out to persuade him.
After hearing this, Zhao Mingyuan still stared at Su Twelve, his eyes full of unwillingness.
But the surging aura around him began to quickly converge.
The moment the flying sword with the word "cold" appeared, his sanity was completely restored.
"Walk!"
Full of anger, in the end, it just turned into a word of helplessness.
Zhao Mingyuan gave an order, and the thirteen flying boats set up their defensive light shields and flew away at an astonishing speed.
In a moment, he was already dozens of miles away.
The speed is so fast that it is a few points faster than the flying speed of most golden elixir stage monks.
"Huh... finally... I got through it."
Seeing everyone in the Zhao Dynasty disappear from sight, Su Twelve breathed a deep sigh of relief and relaxed his tense heartstrings.
The puppet's body held Feng Fei in its arms, and a burst of true energy radiated out, wrapping itself around its own body.
He immediately needed to find a place to retreat, recuperate, and heal little girl Feng Fei's injuries.
As a foundation-building monk, even if she was lucky enough to survive in the hands of Zhao Jingfeng, all the meridians in her body were severed at this moment, and her injuries should not be taken lightly.
But at this moment, his eyebrows moved slightly, and as if he felt something in his heart, he hurriedly raised his head and looked into the distance.
Snow was still falling heavily inside and outside the Huanxing Sect, and within a short time, there were more than three feet of snow on the ground. Inside and outside the sect, it was almost a world of ice and snow.
The moment Su Twelve looked up, a cold wind blew from the distance.
The biting cold wind blew countless low-level monks present and subconsciously closed their eyes.
In the wind and snow, a woman wearing a goose feather cloak, an oval face, and willow-leaf eyebrows, who looked like a fairy in the cold palace, fell from the sky with snowflakes on her feet.
After the visitor arrived, his figure was floating and he was landing on the top of the mountain.
The woman has a pair of jade hands, from the wrist up, the skin is as creamy as ice jade.
The so-called ice muscle and jade bone is nothing better than this!
Only the pair of slender Rouyi, one dyed gold, the other exuding a faint silver light, invisible forces are secretly wrestling within their body. The aura around the body fluctuates, obviously as if they have just experienced a hard battle.
The beads of sweat on her temples were enough to show that she was under considerable pressure at the moment.
But that indifferent expression was like ice that had not melted for thousands of years, without any ripples.