The sky is completely blank, and the goose-feather-like snow covers the ground for thousands of miles. The breath here turns into ice, and the temperature is below minus 60 degrees all year round. Even extreme enthusiasts are afraid of it.
Under the snow all over the sky, the mountains are undulating, stretching for three thousand miles, but as steep as a sword, straight into the sky.
At this moment, on the top of the three thousand miles of Zhufeng, a figure in a coarse white robe stood with his hands behind his back.
Woo!
The pale wind and snow roared, and the snowflakes were frozen into ice picks, piercing the air and making a continuous roar.
But no matter how thick and sharp the ice pick is, it will melt silently and turn into nothingness when it is three feet away from the figure.
Ten miles away, a fully equipped team was walking in waist-high snow. From time to time, some of them took out high-power infrared telescopes and looked towards the top of a giant peak over 8,000 meters high in the distance.
"No, the wind and snow are too strong, and the ice cone phenomenon is serious. We have to get a few miles closer to see clearly."
"You said, that is the top of Zhufeng. Ordinary senior swordsmen cannot climb it easily. Even the icicle wind at the foot of the mountain is enough to easily tear apart the protective sword energy of professional high-level swordsmen."
"At the top of the Zhufeng Peak, the sword is in the world, but he is so courageous. It is a pity that he is a dark guide, opening the door to weirdness and ominousness, and is not worthy of praise."
Someone was talking through a portable walkie-talkie in their ears. It has been a day and a night since the World Federation issued an announcement, and a whole day has passed since the Daxia Center held a press conference. Teams like them are now in these three countries.
There are probably no fewer than hundreds of large and small branches in the thousands of miles of Zhuma Mountains.
"Be careful, I am not the only master from Daxia here."
Someone spoke again, and a group of people looked at each other. They all stopped chatting and concentrated on their way. At the same time, they were alert to all directions. This time, due to the announcement of the World Federation, Daxia opened a special channel for the entry of strong swordsmen from all over the world.
, reaching directly to the far west. Many of these forces are complex, with official backgrounds, ancient families, the life science community, the military casting community... and some hidden figures, all of them are attracted, and there are even rumors, the world
Sword Saints are coming from all over the country...
The top of Zhufeng.
Su Qinian stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly closed, like an eternal statue.
The land in the far west has no distinction between day and night, the sky and the earth are vast, and there are no four seasons. This is a deserted land. Except for some extremely cold grass and trees, there are no living creatures, and it is like a pure land separated from the world.
At a certain moment, this tranquility was torn to pieces.
It was a golden-red knife tip, which came from the wind and snow, passed out silently from the air cut by the ice pick, and as soon as it appeared, it reached the spot three inches in front of Su Qinian's forehead.
Ding!
Those were two slender fingers, and without any warning, they were just placed in front of the tip of the knife.
The crisp sound of gold and iron chiming, unusually long, resounded for dozens of miles in an instant, with the meaning of breaking through gold and cracking stone.
What!
In the Zhuma Mountains, many teams or lone travelers came to an abrupt stop, their eyes gathered together, showing signs of shock.
"quick!"
Someone shouted low, and the speeding team suddenly surpassed the galloping horses, and the snowflakes splashed, as if setting off countless surging snow waves. At this moment, in the real shots taken by satellites from various countries, with Zhufeng as the center, the mountains and snowfields in all directions,
Thousands of snow waves surged together, like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, converging towards Zhufeng.
Boom!
On the top of Zhufeng, after a brief stagnation, between the tip of the knife and the fingers, a terrifying wave of air, like a thunderous explosion, shot out in all directions, tearing the sky apart and crushing it, like thousands of sharp knives.
It's snowing all over the sky.
In the blink of an eye, the golden-red knife tip disappeared, and Su Qinian slowly opened his eyes and looked forward.
With a roar, the wind and snow all over the sky evaporated, a heat wave rolled in, and the steaming white mist enveloped the entire mountain top, like a fairyland. Amidst the billowing fairy mist, a burly figure wearing red armor and a cross helmet stepped forward in the air.
This is a man from the Jian Kingdom. Underneath his long blond hair, there are a pair of sharp and blazing dark blue eyes. His whole body exudes a burning edge, and his whole person is like a scorching sun in the sky, dispelling the chill and causing the temperature on the top of the mountain to rise linearly.
There is a big sign of changing the world.
"King of West Asia!"
At the foot of Zhufeng, someone exclaimed that this was the fastest group of people to arrive. At this moment, through satellite imaging, they could barely catch a glimpse of the outline of the top of Zhufeng, and they were suddenly shocked.
That was the king of West Asia, one of the thirteen sword saints of the Jian Kingdom. He was named after the God of Fire in ancient mythology. His sword was so violent that it almost burned the nine extremes and eight desolations. In terms of destructive power alone, it was enough to drain into the Jian Kingdom.
Among the top five saints in the country.
People never expected that this person would be the first to attack the Dark Walker. He started the holy war without any temptation.
"There are rumors that when the King of West Asia was young, he was guided by the sword and shield of the Round Table and guided the direction of the sacred road..."
Someone spoke and thought thoughtfully. Although it was just a rumor, combined with the current situation, it was enough to prove a lot of things.
The top of Zhufeng.
For a Sword Saint, the King of West Asia, who is close to his destiny, still looks very young, like a middle-aged man. He looked at the young figure in white robes on the top of the mountain and spoke in a smooth Daxia dialect.
Said: "Young Dark Walker, you are very strong. Let me see if you really have the power to break the sword and shield of the Round Table."
"Then take a look."
At the top of Zhufeng, Su Qinian spoke very calmly and did not explain anything. He just raised his fist and volleyed forward.
boom!
The seemingly light fist, the moment it fell, erupted with a sound like thunder, and the wind of the fist was as solid as the fist, as if ignoring the distance in the void, it arrived in front of the King of West Asia at once.
boom!
In an instant, the West Asian King's expression suddenly changed, but he had no time to block. His whole body was blown away, and his alloy armor, which could withstand a nuclear explosion for several seconds, was torn apart in an instant.
puff!
Blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth, and his internal organs were almost displaced by the shock. The air was torn open, and he penetrated the steaming white mist, falling like a meteor, and hit the peak on the side of Zhufeng with a roar, deeply
Embedded in the mountain.
"impossible!"
At the foot of Zhu Feng, or some nearby forces that had the conditions to glimpse the blurry images of the peak battle, all lost their voices at this moment. They could not believe their eyes. The world-famous King of West Asia, one of the Thirteen Saints of Jianguo, was like this.
He was knocked away by a punch and couldn't even get past half a move.
"can't read!"
Someone rubbed his temples and shook his head with a wry smile. Even as a sword master, he couldn't understand the mystery of this punch. He only felt that it was sharp but unremarkable. In an instant, it knocked away the king of West Asia. It was so fast.
It's like...acting.
On the top of Zhufeng, he punched the King of West Asia away. Su Qinian did not stop. His eyes were like water, as if he had penetrated into the void and saw everything.