Why get drunk and smell pears

There is a chilling atmosphere all around, and the two sides are facing each other on the snowy field.

It's just that there are many people on one side, and only one person on the other side. He was exhausted by being chased, his black clothes were stained with dark marks, and the snow drops under his feet were red in patches. It is not difficult to see that

——He has become destitute

Yin Jiujian looked at the crowd in front of him mockingly, "Is this the right way to bully the few with more? It's ridiculous."

The leading immortal, 72 Peak Righteous Path Venerable, Ling Yunzong Shen Qingyu.

The Chixiao Sword in his hand made a buzzing sound, as if it could hit the enemy's heart directly as long as the master gave an order.

His cold face was illuminated by the snow, and the water-colored divine script between his brows made him even more ruthless. Standing like that, people couldn't help but be in awe.

If he is really a fairy in the sky, he should be so cold and ruthless.

A sneer sneered on Yin Jiujian's lips, thinking with contempt and contempt.

Shen Qingyu frowned, as if she couldn't understand his expression, "If you just get caught without a fight, I will spare your life."

"Forgive me?" Yin Jiujian seemed to have heard some joke, "Then your cultivation base was abolished, and he was trampled on like a dog!"

He was so emotional that he even yelled out the last sentence.

Shen Qingyu was sullen, "You have done a lot of evil and killed so many people, shouldn't you?"

"Why does Venerable Qingyu waste so much time talking with Xiao Xiao!" Daoist Lieyang said angrily, "There are 370 people in Lin's family, shouldn't you be a demon cultivator like you!"

"They owe me." Yin Jiujian gritted his teeth.He stared at Daoist Lieyang blowing his beard and staring, only thinking it was ridiculous.

That's right, monks of the righteous way have never been indiscriminate.

The hundreds of monks behind were shocked by Daoist Lieyang's words "Isn't it because of it?", all of them were eager to move, just thinking that the leader, Venerable Qingyu, would give an order to eradicate this villain on the spot.

The blood keeps bleeding...

Yin Jiujian's face gradually paled visible to the naked eye. He felt the cold, the cold spreading to his heart from the outside world, but he seemed to be the same as before, just smiling lowly, like a demon in the abyss.

While chasing him, Shen Qingyu had already stabbed him in the right chest, where a blood hole was being opened, flowing down, and soon a pool of blood formed on the soles of Yin Jiujian's feet.

No one thought that he could still escape. This snowfield was extremely dangerous, but now that he had penetrated deep into the hinterland, Yin Jiujian would only be seeking his own death if he went further inside.

Soon, fierceness flashed in his eyes, and the hand holding the sword moved quickly, and swung a sword aura towards the group of monks.

"Presumptuous!" Shen Qingyu yelled angrily, and with a light hand, the sword energy that seemed sharp but was not a threat at all was dispelled.

Everyone thinks that this is just a dying struggle, and Yin Jiujian is already a grasshopper that will not be able to jump for a long time, and will be wiped out soon.

Even Shen Qingyu thinks so, but he still doesn't want to see his little junior become like this...

Yin Jiujian retreated in a hurry, when Shen Qingyu attacked him with a sword.

He resisted with both hands, and accidentally pulled the internal injury and vomited blood from his mouth.

Shen Qingyu pressed on step by step, and the two made moves against each other on the vast snow field. Yin Jiujian was obviously at a disadvantage, but while dodging, he had a smile that Shen Qingyu didn't understand, like a wolf that was being pushed hard, and was secretly stretching out. Pull out fangs and claws, wait for the enemy to bite the throat when they are not paying attention, and deal with the enemy fiercely.

Jumping up suddenly, Yin Jiujian jumped into the air from the snow, and the sword shadow crossed Shen Qingyu's neck, as if teasing, and did not make a heavy hand, but Shen Qingyu resisted and dodged.

It's now!

Yin Jiujian seized the opportunity and attacked Shen Qingyu from behind.Suddenly being slapped by Yin, the positions of the two were switched instantly, and Yin Jiujian ran towards Daoxiu!

"No, it's a hit!"

Shen Qingyu was shocked, and didn't care to stretch out his hands to tug on his clothes. At this time, Yin Jiujian took out a blood-red magic weapon from his bosom. The red color was clearly dyed by soaking in blood, and it was obvious that only one kind of breath could be felt on it. , it belonged to Yin Jiujian himself, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of bad tricks this person probably played from the very beginning.

Before he could stop it, the corner of the robe he grabbed just tore apart the weak cassock, exposing half of Yin Jiujian's chest.

The blood-red magic weapon was thrown out at this time, and it formed an unstoppable force when it was thrown into the air. Some monks wanted to block it, but they were knocked down before they stepped forward.

Yin Jiujian laughed at Shen Qingyu, his arrogance made his blood run cold inch by inch.

There seemed to be something calling from the ground in the snowy field, and the moment the bloody magic weapon hit the ground, it echoed with each other and sent out a violent shock.

Everyone who was still in the snow began to stagger around, Yin Jiujian's complexion became better and better, and Shen Qingyu obviously felt that his cultivation base was rising steadily when he was closest to him.

"This, this is impossible..."

Daoist Lieyang couldn't believe it, he stared at Yin Jiujian as if he was looking at a monster.

"Why is it impossible..." The sword move was slashed at Shen Qingyu, and Yin Jiujian attacked him ruthlessly and without discipline, "My surname is Yin, don't you understand?"

"You are actually a descendant of the Yin family!"

Lie Yang let out an incredible scream, and then he couldn't immerse himself in the memories of the past.

The shaking of the earth became more and more violent, and finally the gap was completely cracked, and the white snow field was finally torn apart. The monks with low cultivation level ran away, and some sacrificed magic tools to escape, but found that they could not be driven at all. .

"No! Don't—"

There was a howling sound, the crack was getting bigger and bigger, and the surrounding wind was blowing downwards, and someone unfortunately fell into it.

"What exactly is this……"

Faced with Yin Jiujian's attack, Shen Qingyu couldn't take care of it. He could only watch helplessly as the cracks swallowed up the monks but he couldn't help them.

"You'll know right away."

The shadow of Yin Jiujian's sword flashed by his ear, and Shen Qingyu's black hair was cut off. Yin Jiujian's sword moves became more and more calm, and he felt a little palpitation, feeling that something bad was about to happen.

Sure enough, a rumbling sound came from a distance, the white ground began to fall apart, and screams kept coming and going. It happened that the sky changed suddenly, and dull black air floated into the air, making the snowflakes stain like a ferret.

The sensitive monks quickly realized what the black strange thing was, only to hear someone shouting in the crowd.

"Ghost clan!!"

Yes, that inexplicable black breath is Yin Qi, and the monks can't imagine what kind of place they are in now.

It stands to reason that mainland demon cultivators, ghost cultivators and human beings are dying, and those who practice these ways are called evil things.Except for Renxiu, the other inheritances in the Dao have long since disappeared. Coupled with the deliberate pressure and attack, there have been no rumors in the past hundred years except for Yin Jiujian, an alien.

This is true for demon cultivators, let alone ghost cultivators who are more partial.

They met right away, still at this time, none of them could resist in the face of these.

"Venerable Sapphire, help—"

Someone shouted in despair, and looked up at Shen Qingyu who was confronting Yin Jiujian in mid-air. He looked so powerful, and unconsciously became the life-saving straw in everyone's heart.

As a righteous venerable, Shen Qingyu certainly couldn't let them go.

Xiang Yin Jiujian made a false move, and moved towards the crack while retreating under his fierce sword move.

Of course, Yin Jiujian couldn't hide this kind of action, but he didn't know the purpose of letting him go, but he was still entangled tightly, and after a few moves, both of them broke out in a thin layer of sweat.

Shen Qingyu pursed her lips, looking at Yin Jiujian, who was looking more and more crazy, suddenly felt not only some kind of taste, but also bitter emotions lingering in her heart, her expression became colder, and even the temperature on her body seemed to be frozen by this thousand miles of snowfield, even the body that should not have His fingers that were afraid of the cold began to feel cold, and his sword began to be unsteady.

This has never happened before, how could the admirable Sapphire Lord be unable to hold his sword steadily.

As if seeing his gaffe, Yin Jiujian's complexion flashed for a moment, and then he moved to hit the vital points, and started to force Shen Qingyu into the crack.

Shen Qingyu felt bad about this, and realized that she might have been tricked at this time, and Yin Jiujian's initial goal might have been to force him here.

"Shen Daochang, hurry up and catch him, I can leave you with a whole body."

With a meaningful smile on his face, the skirt of his clothes torn in the fight swayed in the wind, and all the wounds on his body healed before he knew it.

Most of the chest that was pulled out by Shen Qingyu just now was still exposed, and ghost and devil lingering around made it hard to tell whether the ghost or the devil had the upper hand.

The thin lips were even more bright red at this time, and the madness in the corners of the eyes was unconsciously revealed, more like a life-threatening evil spirit.

In the cold wind, his breath seemed to be a little unsteady, and his ending trembled, which seemed a little pitiful to the ears of others.

"Monster! Don't even think about hurting Venerable Qingyu!" Seeing that Shen Qingyu was at a disadvantage, Lieyang Daojun burst out with incredible strength.

He protected the junior, flew towards the battlefield on both sides, and threw the magic weapon at Yin Jiujian.

She dodged subconsciously, but she didn't expect that thing to stick to him, clung to him tightly.

Even if Yin Jiujian's skill is too strong, he still can't beat Yin Jiujian.

The underground vibration became more and more violent, causing the snow field to collapse, and the thick snow rolled into the abyss. Even if Da Luo Jinxian was present, it would be difficult to fight against the overwhelming posture.

In front of Xue Beng, Renxiu is as insignificant as an ant.

Seeing that he was about to fall into it, Yin Jiujian's heart was ruthless, he gritted his teeth and caught Shen Qingyu's sword, then grabbed his wrist and pulled it down forcefully.

When the other party cast complicated glances at him, he smiled, "Even if I die, I will hold you back."

As soon as the words fell, the violent rumbling sound overwhelmed everything, white finally occupied the world again, and the snowy field would return to calm, but the handsome two had disappeared, and the monks had already retreated when the disaster struck.

A snowfield is, after all, a snowfield.