Chapter 154 Snow Burial Lu Wenji
Phew!
The autumn wind is bleak, and the Xiling Mountains finally usher in the change of seasons when the first green leaves in the mountains turn into withered yellow.
The mountain breeze is mixed with a sense of chilling, carrying the withered yellow leaves that are crumbling on the branches and leaves, and blowing them into the distance.
Many dead leaves floated on the golden wind into the bottomless abyss at the entrance of Xihuang Paradise.
Only a few lucky leaves are attached to the rock wall.
It was mid-afternoon, and several embarrassed figures quickly crawled out from the bottom of the huge pit. They finally escaped from the dark pit and bathed in the sunset.
“Hahaha, I finally made it out alive!”
Looking at the long-lost scenery outside the giant pit, some people were so excited that tears filled their eyes.
In the dangerous situation of sudden changes and landslides in the blessed land, those who can get the opportunity to come out of the blessed land of Xihuang are the lucky ones.
One of them, a young man with a handsome face and a tall figure, seemed relatively calm.
When the treasure house of Xihuang Paradise collapsed, he picked up a lot of good things.
"Although the process was dangerous and dangerous, as long as I was able to escape alive, this trip has achieved its goal."
Qiao Tianyu, even though he has a calm temper, couldn't help but raise his hand and raise the corner of his mouth slightly. rise.
As the number sixty-five on the Hidden Dragon List, as long as he does not compete with Han Honghua and others for opportunities, he can almost get a share of the pie as long as he participates in other opportunities.
It is precisely because of this calm judgment that he has gained today.
Thinking of this, Qiao Tianyu glanced at a figure hidden in the gap below the rock wall of the giant pit.
The man was covered in blood and his face was as pale as paper. He was obviously seriously injured.
Even though he was seriously injured, his impressive aura still made Qiao Tianyu fearful.
“Lu Wenji?”
Qiao Tianyu naturally recognized Lu Wenji, the immortal seedling of Dingyue Sect and Poyue Sword who was ranked 20th on the Hidden Dragon Ranking.
Before entering the Xihuang Paradise, Lu Wenji was almost recognized by the younger generation in Wudong as the third most talented person after the Dragon Head and the Princess.
Until he was defeated in the West Huang Paradise.
Looking at Lu Wenji now, he has not yet recovered from the injuries he suffered in that battle.
“That man was obviously his killer that day, and Lu Wenji almost died.”
“What is he doing? Is he hiding down there to prevent that man from killing him?”
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Looking at Lu Wenji’s cautious and embarrassed appearance now, there is no trace of the domineering appearance of the past, which made Qiao Tianyu shake his head repeatedly.
He thought Lu Wenji might be worrying too much.
Even if Lu Wenji was defeated by his opponent that day, he was still an immortal seedling of Dingyue Sect, and no one would block the giant pit just to kill him.
Ding Yuezong is quite intimidating in this vast Wudong.
Killing him would be like slapping Ding Yuezong in the face, and he would surely bear the wrath of Ding Yuezong.
"Being defeated, even the arrogance of a genius has been defeated, and he seems so lacking in courage." Qiao Tianyu thought to himself.
After thinking about it, Qiao Tianyu stood on the huge pit to identify the direction and prepared to leave here.
Suddenly, a coolness came from the golden breeze, clinging to Qiao Tianyu's face.
He subconsciously stretched out his hand, pressed it on his face, and put something cold in his hand.
It was actually a snowflake.
"Snow? It's winter?" Qiao Tianyu's eyes showed doubts. He remembered that the current season had just entered autumn.
Just when he was wondering if he had remembered the wrong time.
The first snowflake is just the beginning.
Huh~
Snowflakes fell one after another from the sky accompanied by the cold wind, landing on Qiao Tianyu's clothes and hair.
In just a few breaths, Qiao Tianyu was covered all over.
The temperature around the sinkhole dropped sharply.
The ground freezes quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The coldness came from all directions, so cold that Qiao Tianyu shuddered subconsciously and hurriedly used his spiritual power to resist the cold.
Something even more shocking happened to him.
His spiritual power seemed to not exist under this coldness.
The bone-deep cold instantly made Qiao Tianyu's limbs cold.
Several other monks who crawled out of the giant pit also showed shocked expressions.
“Damn it, isn’t it just early autumn? Why is it starting to snow?”
"This sudden change in the world is not a good omen."
"No, this snow is weird, and my spiritual power can't resist the coldness coming in."
Qiao Tianyu and Ji The monk who crawled out only felt cold, and no other particularly dangerous situation occurred.
My eyes moved to Lu Wenji, who was hiding in the gap on the rock wall of the giant pit.
His brows also wrinkled because of the sudden snowflakes falling from the sky.
Especially around the rock wall where he was hiding, under his gaze, it was slowly covered with a layer of white frost.
The biting coldness made him, whose spiritual power was already blocked in his body, turn even paler.
At this time, he also heard the exclamations from the monks above the giant pit, and subconsciously reached out to catch a snowflake, trying to find out the reason.
Then, a scene happened that made his pupils shrink.
The snow that fell on other monks and on the surrounding trees and rocks was no different from ordinary snowflakes.
The moment it fell on his palm and touched his skin.
Lu Wenji felt a chill in his palms.
Poof!
The snowflakes seemed to turn into sharp blades, directly tearing a bloodstain deep into the bone on his palm.
Blood spurted out.
Because of the coldness of the snowflakes, Lu Wenji's pain was numbed, and for a while he couldn't feel the pain.
But the bright red color cannot fool anyone.
“Kong Jin!” Lu Wenji’s eyes narrowed and he called Kong Jin’s name in a calm tone.
Such a cold Taoist technique has affected the world of Jukeng. Apart from Kong Ji, who possesses the essence of frost and snow, who else in Wudong can do it?
But Lu Wenji looked around and didn't see Kong Jiang.
This made his face look even uglier.
Knowing that his position had been exposed, he no longer stayed in the gap.
Mobilizing the difficult spiritual power in his body, he rushed out.
The moment he set off.
Phew! The snow is floating like catkins.
The wind and snow in the giant pit are getting worse.
The snowflakes around Lu Wenji all attacked him as if they were conscious.
At a glance, there are tens of millions of them, densely packed and overwhelming.
Every snowflake was as sharp as a blade, like a messenger from the underworld seeking life. This scene made Lu Wenji's face turn pale instantly.
But he is not a lamb to be killed at the slightest opportunity. In times of crisis, he forcibly mobilizes the mud-like spiritual power in his body to swing a sword.
"Dingyue!"
With Lu Wenji's roar, a phantom of a mountain formed around his figure, guarding him firmly.
Using this sword, Lu Wenji forcibly transferred the spiritual power that had been stagnated due to the Sanling Cream, causing irreversible damage to his meridians, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.
At this time, he didn't even bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and ran towards the giant pit without looking back.
He originally thought that his Dingyue sword, which had the strongest defense, could withstand this wave of snow blade attacks. Just when he turned around.
A scene happened that made his face change wildly.
Ding ding ding! Dense bloody blades covered the sky and covered the ground. They looked like soft snowflakes, but they were terrifyingly sharp.
In an instant, his Dingyue Sword Power was cut into pieces.
This scene not only made Lu Wenji’s eyes bulge.
Even Qiao Tianyu, who saw this scene in the giant pit, showed an inexplicable expression of horror.
That is Lu Wenji’s strongest defensive sword power, the Po Yue Sword, the Ding Yue Sword Power.
In front of the snowflakes in the sky, it was as fragile as paper.
"Who made the move? Who in Wudong has ice-based Taoism that can reach this level!" Cold sweat broke out on Qiao Tianyu's forehead.
Every snowflake in the sky has the power to kill.
Fortunately, the person who took action did not have murderous intentions towards me, otherwise I might have died before Lu Wenji.
Although Dingyue's sword power on the other side was defeated, it still gave Lu Wenji a moment of breathing time.
He had to forcefully raise his spiritual power again, and flew into the huge pit without looking back.
Just when his feet touched the ground, what he saw was a scene that made him even more desperate.
It turned out that not only the inside of the giant pit was covered in wind and snow, but also the area within a few miles of where I landed was already covered in snow.
The white snow in the sky intertwined into a dragnet, and the sky was frozen and the earth was closed.
There may be hope of breaking through during the period of complete victory.
But for me now, it is completely impossible.
An unreasonable feeling of despair arose in Lu Wenji's heart.
“Ah!” Lu Wenji roared to the sky.
He couldn't accept this fact, so he solemnly decided to become the immortal seedling of Yuezong.
The number one swordsman among the young generation in Wudong may even reach the realm of palm life, so it is impossible for him to die here.
“Kong Jin!” Strong unwillingness and anger made Lu Wenji call out Kong Jin’s name directly.
Then his eyes quickly swept around, trying to find Kong Ji's figure. As long as he killed Kong Ji before the wind and snow came, he still had a chance of survival.
However he saw nothing.
He only saw the few monks who escaped from the West Huang Paradise with him and Qiao Tianyu.
This made Lu Wenji unable to even find someone to fight for.
In the short period of time when he was stunned.
Phew! At this time, Bai Xue from behind came to attack again with murderous intent.
The falling snow ahead is also mixed with the cold wind, coming from both sides.
The cold murderous intent has surrounded him from all sides, making it impossible to avoid or escape.
But Lu Wenji would not give up just like that. There was fierceness in his eyes. He ignored the irreversible damage to the meridians caused by forcibly stimulating spiritual power and crazily improved his cultivation level.
Even though he was bleeding from all his orifices and spitting blood from his mouth, he did not hesitate.
When he reached the peak of his cultivation, countless blood even oozed from his pores, first a bloody man.
“Kill!” With the might of his sword, Lu Wenji swung his strongest sword towards the snow that was attacking from the front.
Boom! The monstrous sword intent condensed into a stone sword as big as a mountain, nearly a hundred feet long and towering.
The stone sword fell straight into the sky and collided with the snowflakes in the sky.
Boom! The rolling sword force actually briefly shook the snowflakes flying in the sky.
Seeing this scene, Qiao Tianyu's eyes were full of brilliance and he sighed: "He is indeed the number one swordsman in Wudong! This swordsmanship has been perfected."
However, the snowflakes seemed to be endless, and they flew away. After the snowflakes, new snowflakes fell.
Continuously eroding the stone sword.
Finally in Lu Wenji’s desperate eyes.
Click! The stone sword was cut into pieces in the wind and snow.
The wind and snow continued unabated and were heading towards Lu Wenji overwhelmingly.
The snow all over the sky condensed into a dragon shape, roaring, and completely covering the area in an instant.
"No!" In the wind and snow, Lu Wenji pretended to be crazy and roared unwillingly.
Boom! The next moment.
The sound stopped suddenly.
Countless wind and snow passed through where Lu Wenji was standing, and the blood stains dyed the snowflakes red.
Qiao Tianyu and the five or six monks who had not gone far around the pit looked at them with disbelief.
Lu Wenji's body was exposed, which was already riddled with holes.
His flesh had been pierced at least thousands of times, with dense scars all over his body, and not a single piece of intact skin could be seen.
Then in Qiao Tianyu’s complicated eyes.
Poof! Lu Wenji, who had been all-powerful in Wudong for a long time, slowly fell into a pool of blood, without any trace of life left.
Poyue Sword, ranked twenty on the Hidden Dragon List, died, and a swordsman genius fell.
Everyone present, whether it was Qiao Tianyu or the few monks who had witnessed the process, were silent.
There was only the endless sound of howling wind and snow.
They have a spine-chilling chill.
The majestic Po Yue Sword Lu Wenji died in front of them without even being seen.
"Kong Jin! Lu Wenji called Kong Jin's name before he died. Who is he!" Suddenly a monk reacted and asked the monk next to him in a trembling voice.
Everyone looked confused.
None of them are on the Qianlong list. I heard this person’s name.
Only Qiao Tianyu, silent for a while, responded to them lightly: "The unborn immortal seedling of the Cangwu Sect once tied with Yuan Xiao, the immortal seedling of the Tempering Golden Sect."
< br>These two simple prefixes are enough to prove the importance of the name Kongji.
Lu Wenji called out Kong Jin’s name before he died, so there is no doubt that it was Kong Jin who killed him!
But what kind of Taoism can affect the environment to the extent that it can change the climate of this small world.
Soon Qiao Tianyu found the answer from the depths of his memory, and uttered five words with a solemn expression: "Fengtao buried the snow!"
In addition to that rumor, Wudong's No. 1 Qiao Tianyu couldn't find a second explanation for the Ice Taoist method.
If the technique in front of you is really Fengtao Burying Xue, then the ancestor of Xueyin, who represents hundreds of years of history, has been born!
While the monks were digesting the death of Lu Wenji and the meaning of the name Kong Jiang.
Rust!
Outside the ice-covered snow, a figure slowly stepped onto the battlefield.
Not a single snowflake touched his body.
When every piece of white snow is about to fall on him, it will get out of the way and circle around him instead.
Along the way, Fengxue, who had been murderous before, hovered around him docilely like a pet, like an elf in the snow.
It wasn't until he got closer that Qiao Tianyu could see his appearance clearly.
Immediately his face stiffened and turned pale.
Isn't this the man who competed with him for the title of disciple of the blessed land under the huge pit?
"He is Kong Zhen!" Cold sweat broke out on Qiao Tianyu's back. He felt as if he had walked around the gate of hell without knowing it.
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