The winding canyon is like a wound on the ground, lying on the white snow like a centipede, with many ice that has not melted for years, reflecting crystal light.∽↗,

On the left cliff wall, there were two people standing, the leader facing the sun, swallowing and exhaling the sun, and the faint flames flowed in the breath.

He looks young and in his twenties, with a bit of arrogance hidden between his eyebrows and eyes. He wears a leather hat and a tight silver robe. Under the sun, he shines with a glimmer of light, as if sewn from pieces of scales. His breath runs through his whole body, and the upper is matched with the sun and the lower is the magnificent depths of the ground, which is extraordinary.

Behind him was a woman in red dress, with delicate eyebrows, youthful and full of vitality.

"Senior brother, is it okay?" the woman in red dress asked with concern.

The young man who was swallowing and exhaling the sunlight had a slightly smaller eyes, giving people the feeling of being squinting all the time, and the rest of his facial features were nothing outstanding, but under the powerful aura and the "connection" of the confidence from the heart, there was a bit of indescribable charm, which attracted other people's attention.

At this time, he smiled and said, "A little injury, the sunrise has recovered. There are indeed many strong people in the south, and I didn't disappoint."

The woman in the red dress pouted slightly: "You pulled me south without saying anything. What do you want to do?"

His senior brother Chen Zhao is a genius who is rare in the extreme north. He has been promoted to a master before he reaches thirty. Moreover, he practices that are considered unsuitable for the cold environment and were abandoned by previous generations of ancestors in the sect. Now, he has just been promoted for five years and has challenged all the masters except for several old monsters. He has never lost his achievements. He is the pride of the sect and his pride. The only flaw is that he is too casual. When he thinks about what is, he often goes deep into the core of the extreme north without explaining it to his master, which is worrying.

The same happened this time. As soon as I came out of seclusion and stabilized the outdoor scene, I was pulled by my senior brother and hurried south. Some time ago, I happened to meet several escaped masters and almost fell into a desperate situation. Fortunately, the other party was unwilling to bother, unwilling to stay, and unwilling to cause big noises. I hurriedly left after a little fight.

Chen Zhao still "squinted" his eyes, gently sucked the cold and cool air, and said carelessly: "Can't you see it yet? Take you to travel the south, find the strong to challenge and polish yourself."

"Traveling south and challenging the strong?" The woman in the red dress raised her thin eyebrows, a little surprised, "Senior brother, this. Isn't this good?"

Since the chaotic times of the Middle Ages, few sects and families in the extreme north have traveled south. It is too late to explore the mysterious core of the extreme north, so why bother to entangle with the outside world?

Of course, there are also exceptions, but some died during their journey, and some were deeply hit and returned, with little good ending. As a result, generation after generation, demonization of the south became increasingly popular, and young people regarded it as snakes and scorpions. They dared not go south. When they achieved success and were strong, they lost their vitality and spirit. They would rather explore the extreme north and stay in the corner than mix things elsewhere.

Chen Zhao sneered: "What's wrong with it? What's better to be as arrogant as the old men? In our extreme north, it's either the Frost Sword, the Ice Soul God Finger, the Yuan Magnetic Palm, the Frost Sword, the Frost Sword, the Frost Sword, the Frost Sword, the names of each school and the sect are different, and the tools to explain martial arts are different, but they are not actually similar things?"

His eyes closed, his face was bathed in the golden sunshine, and he said in a tone that was almost like a dream: "The world is so big, with sun, moon, galaxy, vast sky, bustling trees, vast oceans, lightning, thunder, whistling winds, evil spirits, beginning and end, it is by no means monotonous ice and Yuanmagnetic. Martial arts should also be like this, explaining different laws of heaven and earth, using one's own body to replace one's world, each with its own characteristics, and each has its own strength."

"The world is vast and magnificent, and the martial arts are profound and diverse. We are waiting for us to see and explore. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil."

His junior sister and fiancée Liu Zejun was also a little fascinated by the fact that she could break through to the outdoor scene at the age of 27 or 28, and she would not lack talent or hard work, and she still had strong confidence in martial arts.

"But it is said that the martial arts in the south are prosperous and talented people are emerging one after another, which is not comparable to our extreme north. In the past, there were predecessors who went south to travel and challenge, but they often suffered severe setbacks, and some even lost their confidence in martial arts, leaving irreparable hidden dangers in their hearts..." Liu Zejun was a little worried.

The Far North Sect family has more or less dealt with the powerful outdoors who come to the Far North to find treasures, so that they will not know nothing about the south, but it is easier to imagine themselves by just having a slight understanding. In addition, some of the predecessors who suffered a crushing defeat as examples, it is inevitable that they will become a subconscious retreat.

Chen Zhao couldn't help laughing and turned to look at his junior sister: "Do you have no confidence in my senior brother?"

"A master who is less than thirty is definitely not ordinary even in the records of the classics of the Middle Ages. The martial arts we practice are not incomplete and omissions. They are genuine Dharma body inheritance. There is no significant difference compared to the south. Since this is the case, what kind of earth-shaking gap can be achieved by being a master?"

"Except for those old men, the other masters can at most rely on their deeper and more pure skills, and their realm is slightly better than one or two, so that they can tie me. How big is the world, where can I go?"

He spoke confidently and was quite energetic, making his junior sister Liu Zejun dazzling. This is the most charming thing about his senior brother.

"And I suspect that the seniors who returned from a crushing defeat in the past were because they were self-confidant and had never seen any other martial arts. There were many powerful people in the south who were good at ice and Yuanmagnetic, and they did not lack similar experiences. Therefore, after the first encounter, they suffered a great loss, lost confidence and momentum, and they were defeated repeatedly and returned in a mess." Chen Zhao took a deep breath and said, "And I am ready, and the previous encounter is proof."

Liu Zejun's attitude changed quickly and said with a bright smile: "Although there are many talented people in the south, I believe that few of them can surpass you, my senior brother. Even if you cannot sweep people from the same generation and the same realm, you will not be too different from the best ones."

Chen Zhao nodded slightly and said with a sigh:

"I hope the Jianghu in the south will not disappoint me, I am looking forward to it."

The powerful momentum and the confidence accumulated from victory after victory make his spirit and spirit integrated, giving people the feeling of being high and above.

Liu Zejun is not very old and has a lively temperament. After letting go, he also yearns for a trip to the south and said casually: "When you reach the peak, senior brother, we will go back to the extreme north first. Enter the Ice Snow Palace to see what adventures will happen."

Chen Zhao was about to answer, but suddenly his heart moved. Looking back and looking southeast of the canyon, he saw a man in black wearing a strong suit coming with a knife, showing off his appearance, and his momentum was somewhat similar to his own. He was the kind of confidence that he had accumulated after defeating one strong enemy, and that made the enemy's momentum and soul suppressed.

"Good opponent!" He looked at him happily and took a step forward. He looked at each other with his eyes, and the energy collided suddenly. Sparks appeared in the middle, which were particularly sharply set off by the white snow.

Meng Qi had just begun to hide his breath, but after discovering that it was not the Golden Banner Warrior and the Shaman of the Eternal Sect, he came over and asked: "Have you ever seen these masters, my friend?"

The frost and cold energy gathered in the air and condensed into pictures, as if it were Hasulla and others.

Chen Zhao laughed: "It's not long since we fought. If you want to know their whereabouts, let's talk with me first to see if you have the qualifications."

"I wish, I dare not ask for it." I found that the other party was both a master. He also had the strong confidence that came from experience. Meng Qi had already had a bit of fighting spirit. He held the knife back with his right hand back toward the hilt. It seemed slow, but it seemed to cover the surroundings, and the yin and yang flowed. It was difficult to know what was the root and what was transformed. It was random and real, and it could not be measured until he grasped the knife.

Chen Zhao's eyes lit up and the pressure rose sharply: "Okay!"

He was as if he was facing a great enemy, and a fireball appeared behind him, constantly gathering and erupting flames, as if the sun was coming here. At the same time, the acupoints around him were opened, and each acupoint seemed to be hidden in a small sun, constantly squirting out terrifying abilities, and the surface of his body was covered with a thin layer of red fire.

In Meng Qi's eyes, Chen Zhao was like a nuclear reactor igniting every acupoint, with terrifying power and burning heat in every move.

He is a warrior who is good at power... This enlightenment instantly appeared in Meng Qi's mind.

Very good, it happens that I am good at power too!

Meng Qi pulled out the wound from the sky, followed the sword's momentum, and appeared in front of Chen Zhao in an instant.

Chen Zhao held a long stick in his hand, without any fancy things, and concentrated the power of the acupoints around his body on his hands and slashed them hard.

Bang!

The swords and sticks hit each other, and an explosion occurred directly on the spot, shattering the years of ice, collapsed some cliffs, and rolled out mushroom clouds.

He was surrounded by flames and was washed by the shock wave. Meng Qi was completely unparalleled and slashed out again.

The distance was very close and the speed was very fast. Chen Zhao had no way to dodge, so he could only wield his stick and fight and retreat.

Bang bang bang bang!

Meng Qi strode forward, and the knife and stick collided one after another. The explosion formed a forest of flames and mushrooms as Chen Zhao retreated.

Boom, boom, boom! The cliff wall collapsed one after another, the snow melted, and the airflow scattered.

The two fought very quickly, as if they were all based on their strength. Chen Zhao became more and more frightened as he fought. Where did this monster come from? It actually made his hands tremble and felt unbearable. The strength of his body was simply incredible.

Moreover, his sword skills were natural, and he could use all kinds of mysterious moves to suppress himself firmly, leaving only the ability to resist.

What's even more terrifying is that the aftermath of the explosion and the flames seemed to be unable to hurt him, but he suffered repeated damage and his momentum slowly declined. If he continues to fight like this, he will lose soon!

What a beast! Chen Zhao has encountered this enemy for the first time since he left the army. He gritted his teeth and could only use the bottom-up method to turn the situation around and turn defense into offense.

Meng Qi is majestic and fierce, and does not care about the collision of swords and sticks. This is the battle method for those with strong physical bodies to play their best.

The fireball behind Chen Zhao was the first to emit high temperatures to create the furnace field, but Meng Qi did not take this set at all, and his body was light in gold, like a god and Buddha descending. So the fireball flew forward and drilled into Chen Zhao's body, condensing the power of the acupoints around his body into a stream.

"Open!" Chen Zhao used all his strength and swung the copper stick, which could almost tear the sky.

Meng Qi's body expanded, and all things returned to their empty space, and the long sword slashed under the slash.

Boom! The sky and the earth were lost, as if only black and white were left. A figure flew backwards, bleeding from the tiger's mouth. It was Chen Zhao.

Meng Qi was about to ask questions, but suddenly a meteor jumped up in the distance.

Ask for help!

Chen Zhao was full of frustration, stabilized his body, and said aloud: "Your Excellency's name? I am the extreme north..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the man in black dress disappearing from his place and flew to the northeast.

"I am the far north of Chen Zhao..." Chen Zhao muttered to himself, with a bit of pain and a bit of fanaticism.

Follow the past! (To be continued...)

ps: I am late again, there is no excuse, it's just that I'm too delayed and overestimated my current speed. I'm really sorry.
Chapter completed!