Chapter Thirteen: There is no me in the rivers and lakes (1)
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These two shining objects are two dagger-like ice picks.
A few feet away from the direction where the ice cone came from, a ball of snow mist rolled in quickly.
There seemed to be a faint image in the snow and fog.
Su Qinghou stared at the rolling snow mist, and the ice cone arrived instantly. Su Qinghou's figure in the air tilted slightly, and an ice cone passed by his side. At the same time, Su Qinghou flew up
His feet were instantly filled with internal energy, and he pointed his toes on another ice pick that was shot at him. The ice pick did not break, but instantly changed direction and shot towards the snow mist.
The energy on the ice cone is strong and the speed is faster and faster.
The air was torn apart.
The power poured into this ice cone is evident.
Just when the ice cone was about two feet away from the snow mist, another ice cone shot out of the snow mist.
This ice pick met the ice pick kicked by Su Qinghou.
The two ice picks collided together, and the ice pick shot out of the snow mist suddenly shattered with a crisp sound. When Su Qinghou kicked the ice pick, only the tip of the ice pick was shattered. In fact, part of it still flew towards the snow mist, and the force was still there.
Very strong.
Then another ice pick flew out of the snow mist and hit the flying ice pick. The two ice picks collided together again. This time, the ice pick kicked by Su Qinghou also shattered.
The ice particles that broke apart from the two ice picks splashed in the afterglow of the setting sun, shining like diamonds, reflecting a magnificent and wonderful luster.
The opponent used two ice picks to knock down Su Qinghou and kicked the ice pick. After all, Su Qinghou was superior.
During this process, the snow mist did not stop and continued to roll towards Su Qinghou.
In the snow and mist, a gloomy voice chirped like a ghost.
"Su Qinghou... is despicable and shameless. How dare you come in... let you die, die..."
"I, Su Qinghou, want to see what you are like!"
Su Qinghou sneered, his body flashed like a bird flying into the forest, and he fell into the thick snow and fog in an instant. As soon as Su Qinghou entered the snow and fog, he felt a chill invade his body. Moreover, in the misty snow and fog, there were ghosts and ghosts. They were pale and white.
The shadows of his hands melted into the snowflakes, and they were grabbed from all directions towards Su Qinghou.
At the same time, harsh chirping sounds like resentful ghosts emerged one after another in the snow and fog, which was frightening.
It's like there are countless demons and monsters hidden in this blood mist.
Su Qinghou's figure changed and flashed rapidly in the snow and fog, and his figure was also difficult to grasp. Su Qinghou raised his hands at the same time, and his fingers, palms, fists, and claws changed unpredictably. In an instant, the snow and fog
Su Qinghou's moves continued to appear, hitting the ghost claws coming from all directions. The sound of "bang bang" was heard endlessly.
The snow mist was shaking violently due to the fierce fight between the two, and countless snow particles were flying around in the energy.
While Su Qinghou was fighting fiercely, he continued to use his internal force to scatter and fly away the snow flakes that formed the snow mist.
He wanted the "fierce ghost" hidden in the snow and fog to reveal his true face in Lushan.
This "fierce ghost" seemed to have an irresolvable grudge against him. Su Qinghou thought that this person must be an enemy. But he had forgotten too many things and it was difficult to determine who this person was. Fortunately, the snow mist was dispersed, and it was clear that
See who the other person is.
But this "fierce ghost" was also extremely skilled. Many of the snowflakes scattered by Su Qinghou were sucked back into the snow mist by him, maintaining this strange snow mist.
However, it was difficult for him to absorb all the snow thrown away by Su Qinghou.
I can only suck back ten points, seventy-eight points.
If this continues, it won't take long for Su Qinghou to see him clearly.
Su Qinghou kicked out another kick in the snow and fog, with seven shadows in one kick. The seven shadows of his feet rushed towards the thin image. At the same time, Su Qinghou said coldly: "I want to see how long you can persist!"
At this moment, a roar suddenly sounded, Linghu Zanghun had arrived!
Although Linghu's hidden soul is not as strange and unpredictable as this "fierce ghost", his martial arts skills are more terrifying than this "fierce ghost". Su Qinghou was worried that Linghu's hidden soul would enter the snowy fog and entangle him with this "fierce ghost". Su Qinghou's figure
He flashed quickly and attacked the ghost several times, and then took the opportunity to fly out.
As soon as Su Qinghou emerged, Linghu Zanghun arrived like a flying beast.
As Linghu Zanghun's body swooped, two palms struck him from the air.
As soon as Su Qinghou came out of the snow fog, he stepped up with his feet like stepping on an invisible ladder, rising more than ten feet in an instant. Linghu Zanghun's palms struck the air and flew into the snow fog.
Two "bang bang" sounds sounded in vain in the snow and fog. It must have been the person in the snow and fog who attacked Linghu Zanghun's two palms flying into the snow and fog.
At the same time, the snow mist also shook twice, and snow flakes flew away.
Su Qinghou had previously dispersed a lot of snow flakes, and after passing through Linghu Zanghun's two palms, the snow mist became smaller and thinner.
The image is clearer in the snow and fog.
Although his appearance cannot be seen clearly, you can see that he is covered with a large white robe.
Those hands, which looked like they were covered with chalk, were also vaguely visible.
But the people in the snow and fog are also extraordinary.
The snow mist that enveloped him began to rotate, like a vortex in the sea.
As the snow mist rotates, the snow on the nearby ground and the frost on the rocks rise one after another, and a vast white sheet floats towards the snow mist, and is absorbed into the snow mist.
The area of snow and fog has increased again, and it has become so thick that it is difficult to see through it.
At this moment, Linghu Zanghun struck the air with two palms, and his figure rose instantly. Another palm struck Su Qinghou, and Su Qinghou also struck out with a palm, and the two palms faced each other. The two figures in the air were caught by each other.
The internal force in the palms trembled, and then the two of them kicked out almost at the same time, and then they kicked each other again, and then their bodies suddenly separated. They each flew upside down, and Su Qinghou's body landed on a stone pillar. Linghu hid his soul.
The shape fell on half a dead tree.
The two of them were three or four feet apart.
Then the two of them glanced at the snow mist that was constantly rotating and absorbing the surrounding frost and snow.
Then Linghu Zanghun looked at Su Qinghou and said: "Master Suhou, where is Fang Qingyun?"
Su Qinghou's face was solemn. He looked at Linghu Zanghun, his eyes obviously filled with resentment.
Su Qinghou said: "He is dead."
Linghu Zanghun said: "Is this true?"
Su Qinghou said: "I, Su Qinghou, will never lie. Fang Qingyun's lungs, liver, and stomach were penetrated by the bamboo pole. His life was already in danger, but I dragged him to fight with you again."
, the bamboo pole pierced his heart again, and it was even more difficult for the gods to save him."
Linghu Zanghun said: "What about his body?"
Su Qinghou said in a teasing tone: "Do you want me to hand over the body of my friend so that you can cut it into pieces to relieve the hatred in your heart?"
Linghu Zanghun said nothing, he believed what Su Qinghou said.
Fang Qingyun was severely injured by him, so he knew how seriously Fang Qingyun was injured.
Unless a miracle doctor is found in time to rescue him, Fang Qingyun may have a glimmer of hope of survival, otherwise he is doomed.
And it is more difficult to find a miracle doctor in this mountain in time than to find a god.
Besides, as Su Qinghou, he would not lie to him.
After coming all the way, he finally killed Fang Qingyun. Finally, his trip was not in vain.
The voice of the man in the snow mist was excited, and he hissed: "Don't... don't believe him. Su Qinghou... deceives the world, steals his name, villain, villain... come with me, kill... kill him..."