The carriage was galloping on the snowy road, with thick foot covers on the horse's hooves. The weather was very cold, and even if the horses were galloping in such an environment for a long time, they might be frozen, so they all wore foot covers.

Wang Cunye sat in the car, leaning behind, thinking about the medicinal materials in the bumps...

It is also a road to go directly to the back mountain from Taoist temple, but it cannot penetrate deep into the interior. By passing through the official road to reach a valley entrance, you can go deep into the main vein of the mountain.

An hour later, the carriage stopped, and the coachman raised the door curtain in a thick cotton jacket. Suddenly, a cold wind blew in with snow particles and said, "Master, the entrance of the valley has arrived. Now, the carriage may fall into the valley on the road on the mountain."

The coachman's meaning was very obvious, but he couldn't get up anymore. Wang Cunye took a look and found that it was indeed the case. He was not embarrassed. He nodded, gave him the money, and turned over and got out of the car and headed towards the mountain.

The mountain roads are not easy to walk, especially after it snows, some pits are covered. Ordinary people are at risk of falling when stepping on them, let alone carriages.

However, Wang Cunye did not hesitate at this time, stepped up all the way and ran away, leaving only faint footprints along the way.

After crossing a mountain, the scenery of the back mountain suddenly appeared in front of you. The lush pines and cypresses were connected together, and heavy snow spread across the sky. The whole mountain was filled with a deep and obscure atmosphere. This was the main line of the back mountain.

The snow-capped mountains are continuous, and Wang Cunye is in a vigorous step. With the pace of progress, the mountains in the distance have turned into silver and white, stretching to the sky that is invisible to the naked eye. The pine forests are still black and green in the vicinity. When they are in it, their hearts are gradually pure.

Wang Cunye liked this atmosphere very much, but the more he went inside, the denser the mountains and forests became. He had to pass through the sparse gaps of trees. With a little movement, the snow would fall under the pine trees.

There were many footprints of animals on the snow, ranging from rows of small claws to hoof prints as big as palms. Wang Cunye looked at them one by one, but he did not see the tiger footprints.

This body was originally a hunter. It had a deep imprint on the tiger in my memory, but I didn't have to worry about not being able to find it. I continued to move forward for about ten miles and finally found the tiger's footprints in one place. In the distance, there was a trembling rabbit digging the snow to find grass roots.

He reached out and drew the sword. The sword light flashed. The magic sword turned into a green rainbow and shot towards the rabbit that was eating grass roots. With a "puff", blood splattered, and the rabbit's limbs were sucked randomly and was nailed to the ground.

Wang Cunye slid down and ran down quickly. He reached the tree, pulled out his hand, put away his magic sword, and the smell of blood suddenly spread out.

Wang Cunye did not stop here, but jumped away, landed behind a big rock, and waited quietly.

After half a stick of incense, I suddenly heard a tiger roar in the mountains, shaking the hills, mixed with a gust of wind, and pounced on the bloody place.

Wang Cunye looked up and said that the tiger was three meters long and had a thorny back. He could imagine that it contained explosive power. His tail was like a thick steel whip, swaying behind him. If it was pulled into someone, it would definitely be the result of broken bones and broken tendons.

When Wang Cunye saw this, he felt a little happy and a little disappointed. He naturally led a tiger out. What was disappointed was that the tiger was considered an adult tiger, but not a vile tiger.

Even ordinary mountain tigers contain huge essence in this world and can be used for medicine. When the thought moves, the tiger will fall from the air and flashes and pounces on it.

The tiger fell down and was biting a rabbit, and it bit half of it. At this time, when he saw a person pounced on him, his eyes suddenly shone with fierce light.

It is difficult to eat when the heavy snow in winter. At this moment, I am anxious and hungry, but humans are very nourishing. I put down half of the rabbit in my mouth, pressed my two giant claws on the ground, and then rushed towards Wang Cunye.

When Wang Cunye saw the tiger's movements clearly when he was pounced on him, his body flashed, and the tiger pounced on the sky and landed on a tree. A tiger roar suddenly shook the hills, and the snow on countless branches fell, just like it was snowing.

But the tiger quickly stabilized its center of gravity, and with a "puff" sound, the tiger tail, which was like a steel whip, sucked over with a whistling sound. Wang Cunye did not dodge or dodge, stepped forward in an instant, and the long sword flashed, and the tiger tail suddenly turned into two pieces and fell down.

If it is an ordinary hunter, he is still considering the completeness of the tiger skin, but for Wang Cunye, he just needs to fight.

The pain of the tail-breaking pain cannot be withstood by any mammal. This tiger is not good either. It immediately bursts out with a loud roar, but it is a hint of shrillness and violence.

Wang Cunye ignored it and bullied himself in front of him. He kicked the tiger on the side of the front paw. The tiger fell down unsteadily.

Wang Cunye's sword light flashed and pierced straight behind the tiger's ear. With a "cry" sound, it pierced directly into the brain from its ears, and it was stirred again, as if steel was ruptured, and the brain was rushing out with blood. The tiger roared and threw itself on the ground, and could no longer stand up.

Wang Cunye looked coldly, and did not step forward. He took three steps back and waited quietly. However, the tiger had already vented more and had less air. After a while, he finally stopped moving.

At this time, Wang Cunye took back the sword, put it back on the sword box behind him, took out a dagger, began to cut open the tiger's skin, and pulled out the tiger's tendons and bone marrow. Just as he was thinking about continuing, he moved his body, raised his body, and looked at one place with vigilance.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!" At this time, three applauses sounded from afar. At first, they were no different from ordinary applause, but one sound passed by, and the last sound was almost like a big bell, shaking the entire forest.

Wang Cunye looked at him and saw a person standing on a stone ten feet away. His face looked middle-aged, with long silver-white hair, and two long-lived eyebrows hanging from between his eyebrows. The man's face was peaceful, and the sound of a bell came down: "Wang Cunye, it's really not easy for me to find you!"

The wind was howling, and the man was frosty in long clothes, with an indescribable demeanor.

The man looked up and down at Wang Cunye, his eyes were calm and without fluctuations. Wang Cunye was not unfamiliar with this look. This was the look of the farmer looking at the crops and the shepherd looking at the cattle and sheep.

Wang Cunye took back his dagger, stepped forward, and said, "Who are you? Come and sign up!"

The man raised his head slightly, didn't care, and replied with a smile: "I, Wenruo, serve the Marquis of Wei, and take your head back at the order of Marquis of Wei."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Cunye opened his eyes, and thunder suddenly rose in his eyes, and he drew his sword, jumped up, and then rushed up, crossed several meters away, and stabbed him with a straight sword.

Seeing this, Mr. Wen sneered slightly, and did not avoid it. He stretched out his fist to block it. With a "clang" sound, the sword stabbed the iron fist and fired a spark. It turned out that he was really wearing a boxing glove made of stainless steel.

The fists and swords intersected, and a sharp sword energy was about to attack along the fist gloves. Mr. Wen's body shook, and his big hand suddenly flicked. A powerful internal force, with a gust of wind, counterattacked along the sword body.

Wang Cunye's sword could be cut off with one sword. At this moment, he only felt a powerful force rolling upwards. Although it was cut by the sword energy, it still shocked. His eyes suddenly shrank, and his eyes shot out of lightning, and he retreated instead of moving forward. The sword light in his hand was huge and turned into starlight. In the flash, more than a dozen swords had already stabbed out. It was Yi's sword technique, and he rolled Mr. Wen in with an indescribable trajectory.

Seeing this, Mr. Wen's body slanted slightly, and his fists were shaking. In the blink of an eye, the fists were placing one after another, stabbing the sword in the middle of the slash.

The heavy power was transmitted from the sword body to Wang Cunye's hand, which was like an electric shock, and his whole body felt numb. Seeing this, Mr. Wen raised his right hand high and slashed down with the trend.

This slash of flowing clouds and waters also had an indescribable murderous intent. Although I don’t know what kind of martial arts this is, Wang Cunye’s instinctive heart sank, his body flashed, and he swept backwards. With a "boom", a muffled thunder exploded in the air.

Seeing Wang Cunye retreating, Mr. Wen saw that the cloak was covered with holes, and the whistling north wind poured in from inside. Although he had iron fists and had great martial arts skills, the cloak could not resist the remaining sword energy. He couldn't help but snorted coldly, pulled the cloak off and threw it into the snow.

Mr. Wen withdrew his gaze and his voice sounded faintly: "What a good sword technique. Such a sword technique is even my senior brother thirty years ago. You can be proud of yourself, but how many moves can you avoid me now?"

Although he was speaking, his vision did not leave Wang Cunye at all, and his energy locked on Wang Cunye.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Cunye snorted coldly. Wang Cunye was not a martial arts world and was not sure what kind of martial arts the so-called "big coffin-slipping hand" was. He didn't say anything at this time, just sneered.

When his mind was activated, a yellow talisman suddenly soared into the sky and fell quickly, covering Mr. Wen. A "puff" sound suddenly sounded, and a trace of golden light fell, evolving into the sun, moon, stars, earth and everything. A slight suppression force fell. At this moment, the wind and snow fell within three feet of Mr. Wen, stopping movement.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Cunye rushed forward and drew his sword. He saw a sword light piercing straight. The sword light condensed and penetrated through the meaning of piercing thousands of mountains and rivers.

At this moment, Mr. Wen hit the sky with both fists. With a "boom", accompanied by a burst of airflow, the golden runes exploded and shattered into golden light.

"It's ridiculous! What can this magic do to me?" Mr. Wen shouted loudly, but was shocked. He saw the inner breath and Qi protecting his body. He vaguely increased his strength in his every move. He rushed up and punched him, and Wang Cunye stabbed him with a sword.

The rolling snowflakes rose from the ground and exploded in the air, but no sound spread. Wang Cunye's body shook, and he fell out with his sword and fell into the air. Only then did the explosion sound in the air.

Martial arts are innate, pure and pure, and can condense into one piece to condense this innate qi. From then on, no magic below the ghost immortal can be added.

This is what a martial arts practitioner says, and it is a different name in Taoism.

The three transformations of human immortals, their spirits are transparent and turned into flame light. Martial arts are called Gangqi and Taoist sects are called Flame light. They are all the same thing. However, with this blow, Wang Cunye was shocked and fell on the snow with a "bang". However, the snow was deep and new snow was accumulated, so it was not serious. Wang Cunye rolled up and stood up.

Wang Cunye felt the spiritual whine in the magic sword, but sneered: "Innate Gangqi? I'm afraid I'll feel bad if I take my sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Wen squirted out a breath, implicit sword energy, but spewed out the sword energy in his body. After hearing this, Mr. Wen snatched his original expression and said calmly: "I really underestimate you. Your sword energy is condensed, and it is only half a step away from the sword energy. In time, I will become a master of a generation. But the more this happens, I will kill you faster, and I will only blame you for your bad life."

The so-called sword energy is innately just a martial arts saying that it is replaced by immortality, which is the foundation of the sword element that enters the Tao!

As soon as these words fell, a breath rose into the sky, solemn, thick, and huge, and came out of the head, locking Wang Cunye and pressing him step by step.
Chapter completed!