The snow was getting heavier, and layers of snow were accumulated on Qingchen, and then it was blown away by the aftermath of Li Shutong's battle with Li Bingxi.
He looked at it seriously. Even though his internal organs were so uncomfortable that they were shocked, he did not say a word, for fear of distracting his master.
Gradually, the wind and snow were pulled by the air, forming a huge tornado outside the battlefield.
From the beginning of the battle to the present, Li Shutong has actually only one thing to do, that is, protect Qingchen.
No matter how fierce Li Bingxi's attack was, Li Shutong's defense circle never took a step back.
Lee Bingxi didn't touch a hair of Qingchen either.
Just in the heavy snow, Li Shutong said slowly:
"The most intimidating thing about Kashima's inheritance is the number. Look at Lee Bingxi's twelve points, and the attacks are as dense as rain. The twelve clones are all real bodies, but the direction of cultivation is wrong."
"Above the demigod, all those who transcend the world want to pursue the limits of individuals. What is the limits of individuals? That is, the body of a mortal is comparable to the gods!"
"Although Lee Bingxi scored twelve points, each one was weakened. Each point was weakened by one point."
"Maybe you can't see any difference in your current realm, but for opponents like Demigod, a difference is a difference in one realm!"
"Look at it!"
The words fell to the ground with Xue. Li Shutong had already arrived in front of one of Li Bingxi's clones, and the clone subconsciously waved his palm and slashed it down.
But before the palm was slashed down, Li Shutong's figure suddenly accelerated and turned into shadowless again.
When Li Shutong kicked the clone, a roar sounded, and Li Bingxi's clone collapsed and flew backwards like a radius with the snowflakes, and the newly formed tornado also scattered.
Qingchen stared blankly. This level of battle was the only thing he saw in his life. When they attacked each other, they seemed to be urging the power of heaven and earth.
He was wondering when he could reach this state?
Even if someone tells him that his master Li Shutong can disperse the main battle tank with one palm, he will not doubt it.
At this time, the remaining Lee Bingxi clones took a small step each, and a new Lee Bingxi clone appeared again.
Lee Bingxi sneered: "At this time, there is still a disciple of Xin Cult. What can I do if I break a clone? I still can't break this battle formation."
Li Shutong smiled and said, "Add a clone, you will be weaker. This is something you and I know, so don't be fooled by it."
Lee Bingxi sneered again: "How good can you be? You just fought with Shikigami of Kamiyo Chia, and you wasted your energy and now you are in a siege again. I remember very clearly that I also hit you three punches."
While speaking, the four Shikigami around him took a step forward, as if they were planning to take action at any time.
The feeling of oppression that was like the mountains pressing from the top of the head made Qingchen feel anxious.
But at this moment, Qingchen only felt that the master's breath was still peaceful and calm.
It's strange, isn't the master planning to get out of trouble?
What is Master waiting for?!
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North of the snow field.
A team in black was rushing to the battlefield. Each of them had a huge sword tied behind them. At first glance, it was the inheritance of the Gods Consortium, Qishe Yudian.
They were originally the dead soldiers in front of the ancestors of the Goddess, and they came to break the deadlock at this time.
These six B-level dead soldiers rushed to an extremely fast speed, and they flew past the snow as light as swallows.
Not far away, above a snow-capped mountain, two young men wearing windbreakers and sunglasses had just reached the top of the mountain.
One person's face was rosy and filled with joy, the other was pale, as if there was nothing to be happy about in the world.
Strangely, the two of them were carrying huge mountaineering bags, which were one head taller than the human.
The young man with joy on his face took off his sunglasses and sighed loudly: "Ah, it's so heavy snow!"
This sound immediately attracted the attention of the six dead soldiers.
The dead soldiers looked at each other, but ignored the two young men and continued to gallop south.
The young man with a joyful face smiled and said, "I actually ignored me. Hey, boss, are you a coincidence? I came over because of Qing's mission, and you came over because of Chen's mission, but we got together. Is this an epic world linkage?!"
However, the pale young man beside him, wearing a pair of white headphones, seemed to have not heard anything he said.
The pale-faced man lifted his climbing bag and kept shaking off with his opening facing down.
In an instant, countless paper swifts fell from their backpacks, but before they could fall to the ground, the swifts "live" and flew into the sky one by one!
In the white headphones, the irritable heavy metal music was deafening, and under the hysterical roar, the pale young man looked particularly quiet.
In sharp contrast.
"Fallen, uneasy, dead."
"Addicted, peaceful, alive."
"For the sake of being judged."
"For the redemption."
I saw hundreds of paper-stacked swifts piercing through the headphones.
Flying in the snow.
The pale young man looked at the white world with his eyes fixedly, while the swift guided him to the other side of the world with his will.
The six samurai who were from Cheshe Yudian also discovered these swifts, and their faces changed.
"Fight to the death!" A warrior roared. He untied the Tai Knife behind him and grabbed it around his waist, and rushed towards the attacking swift.
On the top of the mountain, the pale young man sighed.
"Nirvana, angry, buried."
"Happy, nostalgic, beautiful."
"Everything dies."
In an instant, the black warrior in the snow drew his sword!
The hundreds of flying white swifts lightly bypassed the blade and penetrated through the chest of the warrior like bullets.
The white swift turns red.
The pale young man let the swift chase all the warriors, and he looked at the joyful young man beside him: "Open your backpack."
"Aoao," the young man with joy untied his mountaineering bag and fell out.
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I saw that what fell from the mountaineering bag was not the new swift, but a whole bunch of small jumping frogs!
The little jumping frogs were alive and were jumping outwards.
The pale young man finally took off his headphones. He heard the mentally retarded beside him singing, "Happy pond, if you plant your dreams, it will become an ocean, and your bulging eyes and mouth sing loudly..."
The two seemed to be in different worlds and enjoying different emotions.
The pale young man was silent for a long time: "Zard, you're so fucking..."
Zard was a little aggrieved: "Boss, I have stacked it for you for several days. As soon as you told me, I started stacking it for you! But the key is that I can only stack small jumping frogs! Look at how fast they jump, it is also very easy to use them to find people!"
While speaking, the six samurai warriors at the foot of the mountain had already died in the snow, and the blood-stained swifts also lost their vitality.
Huanyu took a deep breath, controlled the little jumping frogs, and searched in the depths of the snowfield in different directions.
They want to find an aging Onmyoji on this huge snowfield.
Zard asked from the side, "Boss, where are you going after the mission is over? Why don't we go to City No. 22 to have fun together? I heard that the Sukikaku there is the most authentic."
Huanyu turned his head and looked at Zard, and his eyes seemed to say: You have just attacked the people of the Kamiyo, but you are going to go to one of the Kamiyo's base camps to eat Sukiku?
"Go to eat? I'll treat you," Zard said.
Huanyu put on her headphones expressionlessly, blocking all the noise outside.
I don't know how long it took, but he whispered: "Finished."
As he said that, he turned around and walked down the mountain.
Zard shouted on the mountain: "Wait, aren't we responsible for finding him? He has eight S-class Shikigamis around him, brother, we can't beat him!"
However, Huanyu wore headphones and didn't hear anything Zard said.
While he went down the mountain, he took out a signal gun from his pocket and shot towards the sky in a certain direction.
The red light slowly lifted up in the sky and fell slowly.
And the direction it guides will become the last stage today.
The protagonist of this stage is not a single person, but every person on this stage.