Zhao Ge: 47. Frozen Everything

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In the darkness, a sharp sword sound suddenly reached everyone's ears.

The chain is like a snake dancing wildly, the devilish energy is tumbling and raging, and the bone claws are growing cold... In the chaos of alternating death and sudden crisis, the sword is clear and cold, like a trace of reflection from the top of the snow The cold light fell into the valley like broken ice.

When the bone claws were shrouded on the soul-sealing altar, the long sword bright in front of Bailishu was like a small sun, accompanied by a crisp sound, shattered into thousands of white light. The star-like white light whirled and danced, floating in the entire courtyard.

Suddenly fell on the dark underground soil.

The fluttering white light whirled and fell, one after another like heavy winter snow. Those white lights are like snow falling from the void, and the dancing is the beauty praised by the poet. But when the "snow" fell on the bone claws, endless ice cold spread out in an instant.

Jun Wanbai's forward pace suddenly stopped.

Bone claws hovered on top of Li Xin and Ye Qiusheng's heads, glowing with a faint icy blue light--a layer of ice that did not seem to be thick was enclosed on the bones.

Bone claws are frozen.

In an instant, silently, frozen.

Jun Wanbai subconsciously held his breath, and the magnificent vision in front of him was reflected in his pupils. Snow-like white light wafted down on the ground, on the black gas surging from the bronze ground, on the chains dancing wildly like a snake, on the torn bronze fracture...

The ice glowing with a faint blue light spread silently, freezing everything.

In one breath, the entire courtyard of the earth suddenly became extremely quiet.

For an instant, just now it was so loud, the world of life-and-death crisis became a world of ice praised countless times by literati. Everything you see is frozen in ice, but this is not the winter scene that mortal poets have seen, not the quiet and elegant snow scene.

The world is quiet, but it is a deadly, lonely silence.

Between the sky and the earth, only the vast white snow is flying. Covered in the bronze rim, the ice layer glows with a faint dreamlike blue light. The bone claws covered the sky above the patio, maintaining the moment when the murderous intent broke out. The broken chain froze in the air, twisting like an ancient python. The countless ghost hands protruding from the black air on the ground were of different postures, casting black shadows and overlapping...All the murderous intent, all the hideousness were frozen by the silent, lonely ice.

Weird and picturesque.

One sword frost and cold fourteen states.

Is this the sword of "Tianwaixian"?

Jun Wanbai was in a daze when she heard soft footsteps.

Bai Lishu didn't know when he had stood up. He stepped into the patio and walked forward on the blue ice. The white light is still falling, and the youth is like walking in the snow, with a thin back.

Like a fairy outside the sky.

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Bai Lishu walked forward on the ice, the fingertips of his left hand hidden under the sleeve of the robe trembling slightly, and the blood fell drop by drop along the fingertips, dripping onto the ice. The blood containing hidden poison fell on the ice and was quickly frozen.

He thought of the past.

A long time ago, it can't be said that it was a long time ago, when he was still in Tanglin Baili, he used to stand in front of the window watching the assassin who assassinated him was drawing his sword in the snow.

He is not unfamiliar with such scenes. There are many people who want him to die, and he doesn't even bother to count them. Sometimes when drinking bowl after bowl of bitter medicine, he feels a little funny, why bother? One by one came so hard to kill him, and he would die soon.

It must take so many lives.

I remembered that killer because he was a very young killer.

After countless assassins died in the Baili compound, in fact, few assassins dared to take on the task of assassinating him. Those who came to assassinate him were all secretly trained dead men. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. The young killer still doesn't know what awe is, and recklessly takes over the mission of death because of the rich and bizarre bounty.

The snow in the sky is splattering, as big as goose feathers.

The young assassin held a knife against an enemy whose strength was far greater than his own. A flame called madness was burning in his pupils. The flame did not go out until the warm blood stained the snow. Before that, the eyes of those who came to kill him were dead. In Bailishu's eyes, they were already dead.

Only the young killer's pupils throbbed with flames.

That is the flame of life.

Life burning like blazing fire.

The guard thought that their Patriarch was thinking about where the killer was sent this time, and who made the move, respectfully and fearfully dragging it away cautiously without making any noise, for fear of disturbing his thinking. But they didn't know, and it was nothing that the young master Baili, who made the fascination of the capital family, was actually just in a daze.

He didn't think about anything.

Thinking of a killer who can wield a knife, think of a guard who can drink hard liquor, think of all the people who live horribly but laugh and curse.

He raised his eyes and looked at the soul-enclosing altar of bones.

——Ye Qiusheng, who drew a sword on the chain and danced like a crane, Jun Wanbai and Li Xin who broke through the cracks in the darkness, two desperate desperadoes under the bone claws......

What kind of world is this?

Anger draws a knife and slashes, and happiness makes a thousand cups of drunk. Life and death are all in an instant, so they live more and more fiercely.

True Qi ran around and rioted irregularly in the body, the veins were impacted, the invisible poison broke out wantonly, and the sensation of blood in the throat kept rising. However, Baili Shu seemed ignorant, and his sleeves were shaken, and he plucked the soul-enclosing altar of bones.

Li Xin and Ye Qiusheng fell to the ground in an embarrassing manner, their faces sullen, and the talisman in their hands approached the hilt of the "Jue" sword little by little. The wound on Ye Qiusheng's back was bleeding faster and faster. All Li Xin's qi ran into his arms. At this time, his robe sleeves shattered, his arm muscles were knotted, small blood vessels burst open, and his arms were full of blood.

The white light fell on the altar of soul sealing, but did not freeze them together.

Li Xin heard someone stepping on the Soul Sealing Altar, but he didn't even have the strength to look up.

Tick, tick.

Li Xin's pupils shrank slightly, and in his field of vision, a drop of blood fell from mid-air and dripped onto the hilt of "Jue". With every drop of blood, the heavy strength on their shoulders weakened by a point.

The burden on his back was lightened, and Li Xin looked up with difficulty.

A young man in a white robe stood faintly, and he stretched out his hand, and the blood slid from his fingertips and dripped on the hilt.

"Bai Li Shu..." Li Xin's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his chest with difficulty.

The heavy strength was lightened, and Ye Qiusheng, who had already reached his limit, had no idea where he had come from. He gritted his teeth and handed it, and finally the talisman was embedded in the groove.

The instant the talisman was pressed onto the hilt, the thin ice that had sealed the bone claw shattered. Pale icy crumbs sprinkled down one after another, and fell to the three of Bailishu.