Hiccup~.

Feng Lan burped wildly, as if he had eaten too much.

This is the first time it has appeared.

A piece of oriental fish white gradually appeared in Feng Lan's mind, and the layer of ice mist appeared faintly.

Whenever I feel the existence of ice fog, my whole body feels like I fall into an ice cellar, the ice is biting and painful.

After the pain, it is like a dead shell shedding and rebirth.

"Is this one actually brought here?" Feng Lan was very surprised and turned to ecstatic, "Go back, there is great hope."

He reexamines everything on his body:

The red snake skin that was carried close to her body, the gray incense burner hanging around her waist, the black double-edged axe tightly in her right hand, and axe pinned around her waist.

The yue is nine inches and four minutes long, with a light orange color, and nothing special.

Originally placed in the small grass temple in the north of the city, after the old monk who guarded the temple three months ago disappeared, the seven weapons in the small grass temple were divided up by seven young men.

What Feng Lan got was the ugly axe.

"Zhutian?"

Yu Yue thought that the old monk taught the seven young men in detail the magical powers of "Zhutian" - there were moves and styles, but no magic tricks. Six people obtained the same seven styles, and only one person obtained the last two styles.

The man was named Yun Lie, who was the son-in-law of the Lord of Lieyan City.

"Shanhezhi?"

Feng Lan squinted his eyes and recited a passage of unknown words. He suddenly realized and said it softly.

"In the last moment of that life, the murmurs I heard repeatedly turned out to be something called "Shanhe Jue"?"

"Why?"

"The hallucination of seeing too much martial arts and fairy tales?"

"Will the oriental fish white in my mind grow below the mountain and rivers? What will the mountain and river look like?"

Feng Lan was trapped in random thoughts and could not extricate himself.

See dusk again.

The terrifying beast tide surged like an evening tide, covering the city of flames.

Darkness spread out from it, like a vast pool of mud.

The scattered stars hanging in the sky never blinked, seemingly constant.

They look small and emit a dull and cold flame.

A meteor slid down, carving a brief but dazzling arc, and then disappeared into the muddy darkness.

The only light is the embers of fire smoke formed by the dark red and turquoise green.

Feng Lan stands on the top of the mountain of corpses.

One person, one axe, faces the darkness, and faces the tide of ferocious birds and beasts.

In the darkness, a kind of "order" naturally forms around the small axe.

Feng Lan will have more powerful power through the small axe.

Tonight, he decided to block the haze of pain and hatred, and according to the Zhutian magic power taught by the old monk, he killed monsters and ferocious birds.

The bloody battle began.

Feng Lan took a big step forward, and the small axe in his hand danced out the "龙"-shaped magic seal. He meditated in his mind to pull the power of the tide, condensed in the small axe, and killed the enemy thousands of miles away.

This is the first of the nine poses of the candle sky - "Tidal".

One ferocious beast after another, raptors were killed.

From beginning to end, Feng Lan did not sense any "tide" power.

Suddenly, the small axe danced out a "龙"-shaped magic seal. The two blood bats attacked at the same time suddenly flew away and attacked Feng Lan in parallel. It was not biased and was just wrapped in the "龙"-shaped magic seal, and the two blood bats became much smaller. The small axe swung diagonally, slashed two bloody heads, and green blood splashed out.

The stars are all over the sky, dyed green.

Hiccup~.

Feng Lan burped loudly, pursed her lips, and felt unsatisfied aftertaste.

It is almost dawn, Yin hour, and the darkest moment in the world, the tide of monsters is about to retreat.

Feng Lan chose to take the initiative and rushed towards the tide of beasts still queuing up to attack.

The beast tide seemed to be surrounded by a man, with a mess and fleeing in panic.

Feng Lan followed closely behind and entered the Flame Mountains outside the Flame City, and suddenly jumped into the bottomless abyss.

He immediately turned around and ran back.

At dawn, I stood on the top of the mountain of corpses again.

The brilliant morning glow condenses on the body and then slowly sprinkles onto the mountain of corpses to illuminate the earth.

A warm current runs on the forehead, echoing the little axe from afar.

Hiccup~.

Another long and loud burp sounded echoing under the sky.

Feng Lan stood quietly and recited the "Mountain and River Skill".

The sky is quiet and the earth is empty and bright.

The only person in the world is just an axe.

The fish in the sky are white, appearing leisurely, ice fog lingers, and biting cold.

A trace of warm current between the eyebrows chose to fight, causing the cold to gather around the eyebrows and attack frantically.

It was almost an hour before Feng Lan suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his waist arched, and his eyes were about to burst out from his eye sockets.

After a long time, it gradually returned to its original state. A faint frost appeared on its face, which then turned into water droplets.

The heavy sound of iron hooves came, as if from the distant northern horizon.

This is the sound of iron hoofs that people in the Flame City are very familiar with - the sound of iron hoofs of the armored mounts unique to the Jin Kui Knight.

Feng Lan clenched the axe excitedly and stared at the north side.

A team of knights appeared in sight, as if torn apart the darkness, rushed out of the morning glow, and swallowed thousands of miles of a tiger.
Chapter completed!