There are no reservations.

This seemingly ordinary blow actually condensed the monk's life's work.

Manipulating the wind and snow.

Let the might of nature blend into your own attacks.

Such a blow is also incidentally accompanied by an extreme state of mind.

Yes.

Extreme.

From the beginning of the slaughter, the monks became extreme.

The so-called compassion has disappeared since the rod was stained with innocent blood.

Since three days ago, he has completely fallen into a mad demon.

In the midst of the killing, he is looking for the release of the haze that blinds the mind, and the spiritual catharsis of the walking dead.

Does he want to make a killing?

Does he want the cholera martial arts world?

Does he know that this is subverting the stability of Huaxia?

He didn't want to, he knew.

But he couldn't help it!

Only by continuing to walk on this road of being a dog is the best way to protect the half-immortal brother!

Loyalty, righteousness and loyalty are often incompatible.

If you choose loyalty, you will be wrong, he can't do it!

Therefore, he would rather bear the people of the world than the rebirth grace of Qilian Half-Immortal!

He didn't know where he was going or what was going to happen to him.

Just like the old drunkard, he just wants to go crazy on this road destined to be beaten into the eighteenth layer of hell, and then go with the flow and wait for liberation to come!

"Winter is coming! Sweep away thousands of armies, die!"

With a loud shout, the energy of heaven and earth merged into this magical power, and he roared frantically.

Those cold winds turned into swords in the shouting.

Those inconspicuous snowflakes flakes froze like pillars.

Overwhelming, with Qin Fan as the center point, it swept away with infinite might.

"Coming with a rod!"

The handsome face became extremely cold in the gloom.

Qin Fan let out a sigh.

The evil spirit scepter subverted the monk's cognition and appeared out of thin air.

Straight to Qin Fan's hand in a trembling state.

There are no superfluous words.

Hold the Evil Spirit Staff.

Qin Fan jumped up on the spot like a dry land.

Facing the swords made of the wind, facing the icicles made of snow.

He held the Evil Spirit Staff in both hands and slammed it forward!

boom-！

Khooth-!

Click-!

A seamless sound sounded.

I saw that the divine power made of wind and snow in front of Qin Fan was immediately dissolved.

The sword icicle that had been smashed away from the power of the divine realm returned to its original form of wind and snow.

In this regard, the terrified monk paused slightly.

But the next breath.

The body of the dancing staff also soared into the air.

Facing Qin Fan, who flashed with a staff, he shouted, "If I die at your hands today, I will thank you for the grace of the Ninth World!

"As you wish!"

Qin Fan responded in a deep voice.

The words fell.

Bang!!!

The two Zen sticks collided with each other in the midst of each other's swings.

The ringing of bells and bells is overwhelming.

Burst-!

The next second.

The monk's hand holding the staff shook violently.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Half of it was sprinkled in the staff.

Half of it was sprinkled in the snow.

"Give you a ride, go all the way!"

Looking at the monk who suddenly had no blood.

Qin Fan drank again.

The original Evil Spirit Zen Staff was only infused with three or four percent of the strength to launch a blessing!

The words fell.

The Evil Spirit Staff trembled wildly.

With the mighty invincible might, he pressed down the monk's Zen staff in front of him with great strength!

歘-!

The monk who held the Zen staff tightly and did not leave his hand could no longer bear it.

Under the pressure of the evil spirit staff.

Quickly fell in the blink of an eye.

Shocked by the true qi of that primordial baby.

The whole body was already deep into the snow with the sound of the sound.

Only the head is left outside.

Burst-!

Under the rapid passage of life.

The monk, who only showed one head out, spurted out a mouthful of essence blood.

At this time, Qin Fan also descended to the ground.

Right in front of the monk's head.

"Thank you!"

Hold on to that last bit of breath.

The monk wanted to raise his head, but found that he didn't have that strength at all.

At the moment, he could only look at Qin Fan's calves and weakly say the word thank you.

Words.

Smile now.

It's like the old drunkard before he died.

Full of relief!

With a relieved smile.

With that thank you dissipating heaven and earth.

The monk's head drooped forward.

Breathe, that's it!

Following the old drunkard, the four guardian kings who once guarded the courtyard were the second.

Rustle-rustle-!

Rustle-rustle-!

In the lonely snow.

There was a rustling sound.

Hua Xiaotian, who was overflowing with blood from the corner of his mouth, dragged his almost collapsed body.

Slowly, step by step, he walked behind Qin Fan.

No more hysterical shouting.

I didn't cry anymore.

Perhaps, he had already cried out all his strength and cried tears under the corpse of the old drunkard.

"In the previous phone call, Lao Wang said that they could enter Babao Mountain!"

Looking at Hua Xiaotian, whose eyes were empty and lost his brilliance, Qin Fan said lightly.

"Well, I want to give them the ground first, and then move back to Babao Mountain on a good day later!"

Staring at the monk's drooping head, Hua Xiaotian said in a hoarse voice.

Didn't speak again.

Qin Fan raised his foot and stomped on the side of the monk!

Whoa-la-la-la-la-la

The snowflakes suddenly surged and scattered, and the vast white sky filled the world in front of them.

The monk's corpse plunged into the snow burst forth.

There is no need for Qin Fan to say more.

Hua Xiaotian quickly pulled up and hugged the monk's body.

Then he jumped off into the distance without saying a word.

It's still the same way the old drunkard is dealt with.

After burying the burial monument and prostrating.

He returned to Qin Fan's side.

"Next stop, Tibetan West!"

He said without any emotional fluctuations.

Qin Fan's body immediately disappeared into the vast snow with this sound.

.....

"Dao, Kedao, very Dao! Name, name, very name!"

"There is no sorrow in life, and there is no pain in death!"

"Mortal beings, is it fate to determine creation, or is creation fate?"

"Where should I go in life, where should I die? Alas, bitter, miserable, and painful!"

"Mourn my infidelity, suffer me unkindly, grieve me unfilial, and hurt me for my righteousness!"

"Haha, hahaha!"

In a cave somewhere in western Tibet.

A bitter northwest wind poured into the cave.

Voices came from the cave.

The one who spoke was choking.

His face was stained with tears.

He didn't wipe it, as if he didn't notice it.

A flowing white robe, stained with bewitching blood.

Like the plum blossoms painted on the clothes, the plain white adds a touch of artistic atmosphere.

At this time, he staggered.

Step by step, in tears, he shouted the nondescript sigh of the world, and walked out of the cave.

Behind him, deep in the cave.

Several men and women whose throats had been sealed by a sword sat starkly against the stone wall.

The eyes that could not be closed happened to be looking at the back of the white-robed old man.

They seem to be asking, why?

Why can't they escape this innocent catastrophe even if they hide in such a place?

Outside the cave.

Qin Fan stood expressionlessly.

He didn't go any deeper, but waited silently for the nearer and nearer voice to appear.

Beside Qin Fan, Hua Xiaotian clenched his fists tightly, listening to the sound coming from the Dao, there were tears in his eyes!