Imperial God Emperor: 0150, Xuelong turns over
"A top expert has fought."
Liu Zongyuan looks more and more serious.
Ye Qingyu also nodded, looking southwest.
At this time, after flying for four or five days, the airship where they and others were flying, already penetrated into the hinterland of the blizzard ice field, and the front battlefield of [Gale operation] was obviously on the edge of the blizzard ice field. As far as already is concerned, already must have entered a state of hand-to-hand combat and canine teeth staggering at this time. The decades of confrontation and slaughter have made the armies of both sides understand each other, and there will not be a large-scale annihilation battle. Today, obviously It is already to the point where the top expert of the two sides fight.
Ye Qingyu don't know what the military plan is.
But now that the battle has begun, everything is going well.
The first expert of Will of the Martial Path was issued by a Human Race commander in the You Yan army, and the Will of the Martial Path of the second **** Evil Qi was issued by the same person?
The man already showed up?
Ye Qingyu thought secretly in his heart.
At this time-
"Okay, we should start now." Mister Liu said, pulling up the front robe of long robe, tying it around his waist, his body straight like a javelin, taking a few steps forward, standing at the bow of the airship, slow Adjusting his breath slowly, as if Martial Artist adjusted his state before the war.
A soldier brought a huge bluestone desk with a snowy skin scroll.
The scroll is unfolded, and it is blank.
The book boy Xing'er stands in front of the bluestone desk, and takes out a flying bear butterfly flower stand, a Dragon blood treasure ink, and a piece of blue blue ice from the portable storage Interdimensional Pouch.
He dissolves mysterious ice with the heat of his palm, removes the Dragon blood treasure ink a little bit, puts it in the flying bear's platform, and starts to grind with a metal with the shape of a blunt small sword, under the gentle movement, soon Dragon blood Baomo melted in the flying bear stand. At first glance, the ink that seemed to be Yin Hong's blood appeared little by little. In the air, a faint strange ink fragrance began to permeate. Relaxed pleasure.
Xing'er's movements are soft, and every movement stretches like dancing, as if it contains the charm of Heavenly Dao.
Ye Qingyu is also the first time I have seen. Someone can do trivial things like researching ink and make it full of beauty.
The airship already started quietly, slowly swimming out of the clouds.
Then the altitude of the airship decreased.
The white clouds are gradually thinning.
Ye Qingyu Looking down, you can finally see everything below.
He could not help but secretly admire in his heart.
What a vast silver and snow continent with a mountain dancing silver snake and a wax figure of Yuan Chi!
Although you can only imagine from the name of the blizzard ice field, this continent is a cold place completely covered in ice and snow, but you can see the endless white snow field with your own eyes, Like the ice peaks that the gods accidentally left on the ice and snow swords of the mortal world, looking at the huge cracks in the ice layer like a dragon walking, Ye Qingyu was still shocked. A world completely composed of ice and snow is simply too Beauty is too strange, just like wonderland.
A world dominated by ice and snow.
No wonder the Demon Race here is called Snow Ground Demon Race.
"Alert everyone!"
Liu Zongyuan gave a low drink, so that the soldiers of subordinates full power are on alert.
The soldiers who were also shocked by the beauty of the snow and snow immediately woke up.
Ye Qingyu also quickly regained his mind.
He knows that although this ice and snow world is beautiful, it is only suitable for a distant view. If you really live in such an environment, it is definitely a terrible experience. The moment when the bitter cold erupts is enough to take countless lives. No The vegetation is covered, there is no food, and it is not known how Demon Race survives in such a harsh environment.
No wonder these years, Snow Ground Demon Race dreams want to go south Youyan Pass, occupying the territory of Snow Country.
Everything is for the survival and reproduction of race.
I do not know when, Mister Liu in both hands, already holds a red brush.
The two pens are very strange. Each one has the thickness of a child ’s arm, simple and vicissitudes, the pen body has a glyph of dragon, the nib is full and shiny, and I do n’t know what kind of hair is made of it After Dragon blood Baomo, it also exudes a faint light, as if it were two stars that glow in the dark, which is dazzling.
Mister Liu waved his hands at the same time, and the pen tip continued to slide across the white scroll.
There is a **** in the next pen.
Ye Qingyu A closer look at the topography of the blizzard below Correct, drawn by Mister Liu.
Wherever the airship passes, everything below it is captured by Mister Liu and drawn on the scroll.
The speed of his writing is extremely fast, just a glance, and he can immediately draw on the snow-white scroll, and it is not bad. With a few strokes, he paints everything within the square circle below the airship. On the scroll, the lines are smooth, and at a glance, everything on the scroll seems to be alive, as if the terrain and landscape will be drawn from the scroll, as if it were a virtual projection in front of human eyes.
Superb painting skills!
Near the Tao.
Ye Qingyu now understands a bit, why Mister Liu was commissioned to perform such a dangerous mission deep into the enemy's heartland.
If he really travels through the Blizzard Icefield, then everything in Demon Race here is almost nothing. If this mission can be successfully completed, the You Yan army can know everything about Blizzard Icefield, Future military operations against Demon Court will have a higher chance of winning.
At this time, Ye Qingyu suddenly felt that his mission this time was not low in importance.
Time passes by every minute.
After one hour, the snow-white scroll on the bluestone desk, already is painted full.
Dragon blood Baomo, dry immediately.
Mister Liu breathed out for a long time, and his body was steaming. Obviously, painting for such a long time is a very exhausting event.
The soldier next to him immediately rolled up the snow-white scroll and carried it into the cabin.
Another snow-white scroll was spread on the bluestone desk.
Xing'er continues to research Momo with his head down, as if he has absorbed all his mind into such things as Momo.
Mister Liu adjusts his breathing. In the mental state recovery, he once again holds a pen in both hands and starts to paint.
The eyes of Ye Qingyu fall on Mister Liu, observe his expression when painting, observe his determination when he writes, observe the nature of the pen when he falls on the scroll, and observe the lines like antelope hanging on the scroll. The mystery of the last time ... I do n’t know why, Ye Qingyu feels like something is touched in his heart, it is a kind of mystery, as if you can understand something in the next instant, but it is always a little behind. Feeling incomprehensible, like itchy cat's claws, is crazy.
One side.
Liu Zongyuan's eyes fell on Ye Qingyu's body, and after a moment's surprise, he was shocked.
He found that Ye Qingyu turned out to be as old as a monk, and the whole body Aura became distant, with a natural feeling of unity.
This kind of Aura, Liu Zongyuan has only been seen in a few top experts such as forward commander Liu Suifeng.
At this time, the expression of Ye Qingyu is constantly changing. Just like listening to the apostles of Famen, he hears the beauty, and the expression on his face changes instantly, which is an expression of immersion in the Tao.
"Mister Liu has the title of" Painting Saint "in Youyan Pass. Although there is no force, it is said that the painting technique, already is close to the level of painting by painting. It is rumored that the charm of Taoism produced by Mister Liu paintings has a return to return Among them, even Lord Youyan War God Lu sighed for it, but unfortunately the average person cannot sense the Aura. How old is this Ye Qingyu, can he even realize the natural law of the Tao? "
Liu Zongyuan was extremely shocked.
He himself just paid attention to Mister Liu for painting. Although it is of little benefit, he has definitely not responded so exaggeratedly as Ye Qingyu.
"This young man is amazing. Depending on time, maybe he can really become the backbone of Youyan Pass."
Thinking of this, Liu Zongyuan thoughts turned around, and suddenly came up with an idea. He decided to move closer to Ye Qingyu in the next days. At least now he has friendship. If Ye Qingyu really grows up in the future, it must be beneficial harmless.
Time passes.
"Hoo ..."
Mister Liu exhaled a long breath.
He finally stopped writing.
The second snow-white scroll is also drawn.
A fine layer of sweat beads came out on the forehead of Mister Liu.
His spirit is slightly agitated.
Jia Shi rolled up this painted scroll and took it away for preservation.
The third snow-white scroll is soon resurfaced.
Mister Liu moved his muscles and was about to draw a pen and draw again, and saw that the Ye Qingyu around him still looked like anger, anger, joy, sadness, ecstasy, ecstasy, completely immersed in a look In this inexplicable state, he couldn't help but start to think, and wondered about another thing.
That was more than ten years ago, and there was a person who had such an expression when he was painting himself.
At that time, the same young man, the same hero, and the same spirit.
Unfortunately, that man has now become the biggest rebel in the history of the Empire.
Alas, split second, Mister Liu almost thought it was a retrograde time, and returned to the scene of the year.
This situation is really like the old days.
Boom!
A loud roar of the earth suddenly came from below the airship.
Everyone was shocked above the airship.
Ye Qingyu also suddenly awakened from the set state.
"What happened?"
He looked at the crowd blankly.
Liu Zongyuan came quickly to the ship's rail, and looked down.
"Snow Dragon turned over ... Everyone notice, here is a Snow Dragon Nest!" At a glance, Liu Zongyuan's look changed, and he immediately ordered the soldiers to be alert and ready to fight at any time.
The soldiers on the deck moved.
Ye Qingyu came to the side of the ship and looked down.
I saw the ice field below, suddenly it became like the sea water, and it swelled up and down, a lot of snow fog and ice debris boiled up, we can see that there are a huge behemoth over a kilometer long, on the ice Winding and creeping in the layer of snow and mist, it is like the mad Divine Dragon peregrine falcon in the Ocean. Wherever it goes, the ice layer is crushed, the ice peaks are collapsed, and the ground is crushed like liquid ...
The behemoth is snow-white, with scales faint, and looks extremely scary, walking in the ice.
"There is actually a Snow Dragon Nest here? Xuelong is one of the main battle monsters of [Southern incline army]. It seems that this area should be the hidden military sentry post of Demon Race." Mister Liu looked for a while, a smile on his face: "Okay , Finally gain something, come here, take a pen, I will record these. "
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