"You...... Very good. ”

The two looked at each other silently for a long time, the white-clothed boy smiled at the corner of his mouth, and nodded approvingly at Guo Chuanzong.

The silent air was broken, Guo Chuanzong stretched his body, and said unappreciatively: "Obviously not much older than me, is it really good to talk so old-fashioned?"

"Old-fashioned?"

The white-clothed man was slightly stunned, then laughed, and with a brush, he actually found a folding fan that was also snow-white and snowy out of nowhere, shook it slowly in front of him, shook his head and smiled:

"The old man is one hundred and sixty-three years old this year, isn't it normal to be old-fashioned?"

He...... One hundred and sixty-three years old?!

Looking at the appearance of this white-clothed man, no one dares to believe that he is only full of double tens, he is obviously a young man, but he is not an old man who claims to be on the verge of death?

"One hundred and sixty-three?"

This seems to be a fantasy, Guo Chuanzong was not the slightest surprise when he heard it, but nodded clearly and said:

"It's no wonder, I think I, Guo Chuanzong, am not afraid of heaven and earth in my life, but just now you just exuded a little breath from afar, which made me feel terrified, such a terrifying power, even if my sixth brother came, it would not make me so. ”

"Oh?"

As soon as the white-clothed man folded the fan, the snow-white fan bone knocked on the palm of his hand, with a taste: "This is the reason why you strictly ordered the beggar disciples not to enter the palace?"

"Are you afraid...... I'm going to kill them?"

This is said very bluntly, and it is even a little arrogant to put it anywhere.

But Guo Chuanzong didn't seem to think so, the man in white was straightforward, but he was also very direct, nodded, and said: "When you cultivate like this, it's not something that can be dealt with with with a lot of people, and I don't need to let my brothers lose their lives in vain." ”

"Then you dare to come in?"

The meaning in the eyes of the man in white was even more profound, and he looked at Guo Chuanzong, as if he was looking at a toy that he suddenly appeared and aroused his interest.

"Why don't you dare?"

Guo Chuanzong shrugged his shoulders, his face was light and light, but he didn't have any fear, and he also smiled at the man in white, and said, "My grandfather is still in the palace, and he came to find grandpa as a grandson, or ...... Isn't it normal to come and save grandpa?"

"Then you are not afraid...... I'll kill you?"

The smile of the man in white has always been there, but when the killing word came out, it was clear that his expression had not changed, and the momentum around him was still as plain as usual, but Guo Chuanzong clearly felt it......

I'm chilling all over my body!

"I'm afraid!"

Guo Chuanzong said casually: "But there is no way, who told my grandfather to be here?"

"Big deal...... Grandparents and grandchildren died in one place, what is this?"

He talked about life and death very calmly, but as long as people who were familiar with Guo Chuanzong would feel inappropriate, a person with a big heart like Guo Chuanzong, no matter what desperate situation he faced, at least in terms of mentality, he would never give up.

But now, when facing the boy in white, his every word revealed an emotion, Guo Chuanzong ...... Very pessimistic!

hasn't fought yet, he has already talked about life and death, and it seems that he has already stated that he is by no means the opponent of this boy in white.

"It's really rare, very filial, and very confident, not bad!"

The white-clothed man smiled when he heard this, his eyes became brighter and brighter when he looked at Guo Chuanzong, and then he said curiously: "But hearing you say this, you seem to already know who I am?"

"It's not hard to guess, is it?"

Guo Chuanzong smiled bitterly and said, "As far as I know, there is only one person in this world who has lived to be one hundred and sixty-three years old, so your identity is about to come out." ”

"Tell me?"

Hearing Guo Chuanzong's words, a touch of pride appeared on the face of the man in white, and he even subconsciously reached out and rubbed his chin, but when he touched the smooth and beardless chin, he reacted, and couldn't help but smile helplessly.

Guo Chuanzong stretched out his left hand, and until this time, his right hand was still in a state of refining dust and sand, holding the solid green fire in the center of the earth.

I saw that his eyes were shining, and at the same time, there was also a golden light on the left hand that was handed to the white-clothed man, and the golden qi was permeated, entangled, like a thin golden dragon hovering in his palm.

"Shushan. ”

Guo Chuanzong stared at the golden dragon in his palm, his eyes flashed with an inexplicable luster, and he said slowly: "In the world, there is only one Shushan sword master who can live to be one hundred and sixty-three years old, so ......"

"Let's fight!"

Whew————!

The dragon roared loudly, and the golden and brilliant light that was even greater than the inner palace suddenly bloomed in this empty imperial city!

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"Shushan?"

At the same time, in another place, someone called out the name with a soft frown.

This is the Tang Gate that has been ruined.

And above the ruins, thousands of miles away, Jian Chen almost called out the word Shushan at the same time as Guo Chuanzong.

He...... It's already broken out of the blood-colored ice, so ...... What about flowers?

A day ago.

Hua Xiangrong, who unlocked Ping Feiyan's secret technique, was extremely powerful, and everyone present couldn't stop what she wanted to do after all, and the final result was that Hua Xiangrong was full of firepower, burning the blood-colored ice for a day and a night with the phoenix flame, and An An also ...... I cried for a day and a night.

The phoenix is indeed worthy of the legendary Nine Heavens Divine Bird, and its flames are by no means comparable to the fire of the earth, and the blood-colored ice has finally changed under the continuous burning of Hua Xiangrong.

The ice cube is indeed melting, but this melting is divided into two steps.

Under the roasting of the phoenix flame, the blood color on the solid ice that wrapped Jian Chen was slowly receding, just like a soldier holding the city, every time he retreated, it was only about a finger wide on the outer layer, and the blood color did not seem to have been reduced by a minute, but it couldn't stand the extreme high temperature of the phoenix flame, and it was compressing inward bit by bit.

A finger's wide range, first the blood color disappeared, the ice became clear and transparent, and then it was melted and steamed by the phoenix flames.

Repeatedly, every time the flame was roasted for a period of time, it would advance so much as a finger wide, and the blood color would recede again, and the flame would advance again, little by little, the volume of the blood-colored ice would slowly shrink.

Whether this change was good or bad no one could say for sure, because the bloody aura that filled the ice did not diminish anything due to the high temperature of the Phoenix Flame, at most it was just constantly compressed, compressed, and compressed.

When the ice was half melted, the inner layer of bloody aura had reached the point where it could not be suppressed, and the original dark red luster was no longer visible, replaced by a terrifying color that was getting darker and darker, deep to black.

When Hua Xiangrong melted the solid ice for a small half, it was no longer obvious that it was a huge ice block under the phoenix flame, but turned into a pure black, black black stone that hooked people's souls!