Chapter 799: A 90,000-year Iceberg Can Melt In The Human World
Chapter 799 A ninety thousand year old iceberg can also melt into the human world
boom!
The unstoppable edge of the Sword Emperor, like a stormy wave, bloomed in the world here, and even the entire Ghost Moon Palace began to tremble!
With the momentum of the Sword Emperor, he held up the wild flowers, and the dazzling sword light covered all directions, like a bright galaxy suddenly appearing.
Countless warriors suddenly felt dazzled.
At the same time, there was a deafening sound, like an apocalyptic storm, sweeping across the vast land, and everyone's eardrums seemed to be shattered!
The moment the Sword Emperor's starlight dispersed, hundreds of warriors suddenly discovered that the frost condensed in their Dantian and Wugen had melted.
When they looked again, all the people were like petrified sculptures, frozen in place, motionless.
One after another, eyes full of shock and astonishment, all gathered in the center of the auction room.
Lu Qiong's face was as white as paper, and Ye Xun'er's eyes were bloodshot.
The clear water in front of the window sill, the apricot eyes widened suddenly, and the tea cup in his hand fell to the ground.
"How...?"
The white-haired old man was stroking his beard. He stood up hastily and came to the window to look out. His cloudy and weathered eyes were filled with shock and fear.
But I saw that the Hundred Forbidden Formation, which was made up of blood and frost, had long been shattered under the blade of the sword, turning into a thick mist of blood and frost. The goddess scattered it like flowers, and it looked like a mass burial with corpses everywhere.
It snowed heavily.
The giant dead man raised his feet like a majestic mountain, and when he stepped down violently, the afterimage swept past, the sword light was as sharp as a rainbow, and the compelling aura of slaughter hung around the dead man.
Only for everyone to see.
Thousands of sword lights flickered across the giant's body.
The sword light is like thousands of threads.
Suddenly, Ye Mohan fell to the ground with the massacre sword in his hand.
The blade was shiny and sharp, and the blood flowing down condensed into beads, which dripped onto the ground and looked like blood lotuses.
Behind him, like a giant dead soldier in a tall building, stood intact.
The huge body of the giant dead soldier suddenly flashed through thousands of slender and sharp sword lights.
Torn apart by countless sword rays, the giant dead soldiers turned into blood mist, spraying into the sky.
As the blood mist descended, Ye Mohan held the pink and jade-carved little milk baby in his arms, crushed the stars on the ground, and walked towards a girl in red.
Behind Ye Mohan, the Twelve Guardians and many young people followed him with anger in their eyes.
A group of dozens of people stepped out with a momentum that shocked the mountains and rivers.
Just like the emperor from ancient times, he crushed the ten directions of the sky, and everything he saw was his minister!
Ye Mohan stopped in front of the blood-clothed girl, his thin lips pursed tightly, unable to say a word, but unspeakable emotions surged in his purple eyes.
He lowered his eyes, his thick black eyelashes, and the eyelids under his purple eyes were covered with a light blue-gray color.
The man inserted the massacre sword on the ground, slowly and carefully raised his slender hand, gently pressed the back of Chu Yue's head, and after applying gentle force, buried the girl's face in his chest.
"Achu, I'm late."
He said in a low voice, holding back the suppressed pain in his voice, and all he could smell at the tip of his nose was the smell of her blood.
Chu Yue closed her eyes slightly, sniffing the cold scent of a man. The corners of her lips raised a beautiful curve, and she finally relaxed after being tense.
"It's not too late, it's just the right time."
Chu Yue raised her face, her amber eyes covered with broken hair. The aura around her body was no longer as fierce as a wolf, but rather gentle like the melting snow in early spring.
Ye Mohan looked at the mottled blood on her cheeks, the wounds on her body that were bitten by wild beasts, and the body that had not fallen down in the wind and frost, his sword eyebrows furrowed fiercely, and his soul was trembling!
"Mom, do you feel pain?"
Xiaobao's milky voice was filled with sobs.
"It doesn't hurt."
Chu Yue replied with a smile.
She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but was clamped down by the man's long, jade-like fingers.
The man lowered his head and kissed her unexpectedly, covering the girl's blood-stained lips.
An iceberg that is 90,000 years old can melt into the human world.
The man's big palm gently held the back of the girl's head.
"You don't feel pain, I feel pain."
His voice sounded softly in Chu Yue's ears.
Chu Yue's eyes narrowed slightly, her heart trembled slightly, and she immediately closed her eyes, indulging in the dawn.
The road between her and him has never been filled with the fragrance of flowers and blessings, only blood and darkness.