Akagi Akagi Saki sat down in the corner next to the car door. The seats did not have a massage function and the fabric was dirty and very old-fashioned.

Not to mention sitting in such a car, it was the first time he even saw it. He never even thought that there was such a car now...

His expression was quiet, his hands were folded on his lower abdomen, and he looked like usual, and he was going to attend a meeting somewhere.

It was hard to tell whether it was a "drip" or a "whip" whistle sounded, and the train began to move forward with a clang.

Akagi Akagi Hatsuki remembered his daughter, and said he wanted to go out for a trip with his classmates before the New Year, but he hadn't waited for her to come back.

My daughter should have a lot of fun with her classmates now. I don’t know how sad she would be when she comes back and knows that her father is dead.

He looked out the window, the heavy snow was flying, and the world was silent.

Snow?

By the way.

He raised his hand and waved his shoulders gently, and some snowflakes fell there.

Without waiting for him to exert force, as soon as he touched his hand, the snowflakes melted, wetting the suit, and the fingertips became cold.

"Bang bang!" It should be an illusion. He felt that the train was getting faster and faster, faster than the latest train he had taken.

Unable to withstand this speed, he grabbed the handrail tightly, his face pale.

The practitioners lurking on both sides of the iron bridge held their breath and watched the train slowly drive in the heavy snow.

"Boom!" The train drove onto the iron bridge with snowflakes flying.

At this moment, a sensationally strong mountain wind suddenly blew.

The train flew into the sky like paper.

The whimpering wind came from the bottom of the valley, and hundreds of ghost shadows gushed out, pale and nothingness, and pounced on the train in the air among the snowflakes.

"Do it!" Yuan Qingsu resolutely ordered.

Akagi Gexian held the hilt of the sword and closed slowly as if he was asleep.

"Secret Sword: Broken Stone"

In the dark world of the right eye, a strip of texture appears.

The huge rocks, iron bridges, practitioners, trains, monsters, and the sight of them, no exception.

Flick your thumb and unsheathed your sword. As long as you cut it along the texture and take advantage of the flaws to get out of the gap, the sword edge will be invincible.

The ghost was swimming in the sky like a mermaid, and at the same time made a violent scream, as if it was about to pierce everyone's eardrums.

The calm and peaceful heart of Chicheng Gexian is as calm as the lake, causing me torrential waves.

The mind is affected, and the false world seen by the right eye disappears from the field of view and the texture disappears.

Akagi Gexian widened her left eye that could only see clearly the real world.

As the screaming sounds, snowflakes flew, the train was like a piece of meat falling into the sea of ​​snow, and ghosts were like sharks who smelled the smell of blood, rushing up.

In a silent world, the practitioners lying ambushed opposite, holding their heads with their hands, and their wailings were also silent.

Amid this sudden scream, everyone's offensive was interrupted and they lost their hearing.

It's too late!

Akagi Gexian watched these ghosts rush towards the train carrying his son.

Zhang Xiong is the son of him and the maid. He always thought that he could not practice because of his origin.

But in fact, it was his mother who died early. Before she died, she begged him to be an ordinary person, not to take risks, not to endure hardships, and live the life of an ordinary rich man.

In this deep tranquility, the appearance of Zhang Xiong's mother, whom he had long been unable to remember, suddenly became clearer again.

He was a plump woman, and she didn't look pretty.

The silent snowflakes heard a sound of intermittent noise.

"restrain!"

With a buzzing sound, this is not the sound of the world, but the sound of the world, as if the bowstrings are tightened, the world is held down and stopped flowing.

Everything is still.

A red and golden dragon rushed out from behind him, and his body had not yet been fully formed, with only a golden and sacred head.

The snowflakes were pushed away by the airflow caused by His and came to his face.

The next moment, the harsh sirens of the train, the wail of the practitioner, and the howling of the mountain wind, unreasonably rushed into the eardrum.

"boom"

Over the valley, ghosts collided with evil dragons, and strong shock waves swept across the world.

The mountains were trembling, snowflakes were flying everywhere, losing direction, like a rocket that failed to launch.

The dragon head exploded, Yuan Qingsu forced himself to twist in the shock wave, kicking the carriage out of the aftermath.

Accompanied by the sound of the sirens, the carriage soared into the sky.

Dozens of ghost shadows disappeared in the collision, and in one swing, the number actually returned to hundreds.

These ghosts made shrill and screaming one after another, trying to share the source of the air.

The fairy heart of the Red City is as calm as water.

Close your right eye again and draw your sword out of sheath.

Before the sword edge arrived, the golden light, flames, and snowflakes were already rushing towards the ghost like a river washing away mud.

The ghost shadows closed, and there was another wailing sound. Not to mention reality, even the golden light, flames, and snowflakes couldn't help but tremble.

Although the heart of Akagawa Gexian's hard-working spirit shook again, the sword had been unsheathed. At this time, he lost human feelings and turned into a sword.

"Secret Sword: Broken Stone."

This sentence is like a switch, and the mind becomes clear and the eyes are sharp.

The mind was restored, and the ancient wave was not shocked, and the texture that had gradually faded away on the ghost's body was clear again.

The battle changes rapidly, and the flaws are constantly swimming like snakes. Only by concentrating all your energy can you catch them and hit them accurately.

The sword edge was invincible, tearing up dozens of ghost shadows, and then cut a ravine that was only fifteen meters long but fifty meters deep in the snow-capped mountains.

Golden light, flames, snowflakes, washed by, and the gray sky was colorful.

The ghost changed from hundreds to single digits, but in a blink of an eye, it returned to its original number.

Another scream, the ghosts scattered like snowflakes, rushing towards the practitioner one-on-one.

"Ah!" The weak-powered one was instantly wrapped in ghosts and fell into the valley.

"Get out!"

"Be careful behind!"

"Shibata!!!"

He shouted, roared, frightened, howled, full of ghosts, heavy snow, and the valley became a battlefield and purgatory.

Ito saw that Sayaka's divine power was not as strong as Shen Lin Yuzi and the others, and his mind was not as powerful as Akagi's Gexian. He was the last one among the strengths of Gexian to come back to his senses.

She originally wanted to support Yuan Qingsu, but then took back her hands and made every effort to protect those weak practitioners.

Youhua and the six rabbits, back to back, were used to joint combat and were not taken down the valley by ghosts as soon as possible.

They gasped, and faced the ghost, and felt their hearts being grabbed by their cold hands, trembling with fear.

Chieko Hanyu controlled six flying swords made of meteorites, flew around, bounced away the pounced ghost and destroyed it.

Ito saw that Sayaka had put some of his thoughts on them and kept rescuing those practitioners who were led down the mountain by ghosts.

"Everyone gathered on the top of the mountain!" Akagi Gexian shouted loudly, swinging his sword to kill the ghost who was holding a cultivator.

"Ah!" Another wailing sounded, and another practitioner across the bridge was entangled by ghosts and fell into the valley.

He turned around and saw Sayyaga pressing against the cliff and rushing away, so he turned around and continued to destroy the ghost.

There are many practitioners who can destroy ghost shadows, but ghost shadows are resurrected from the dead. Even if they are stronger than them, they will be taken away and killed at the bottom of the valley if they are not careful.

The wind blew on his face, and when Ito saw Sayaka quickly caught up with the practitioner who was wrapped in ghosts.

With a palm, the blue divine power cut through like a crescent moon, and the ghost dissipated with wail.

The practitioner was dizzy by the wailing sound, almost lost consciousness, unable to use his divine power, and still fell to the valley like an ordinary person.

Ito saw Sayaga rushed and grabbed the practitioner's collar.

This is a female practitioner as old as her sister, and she looks like she should have just graduated from the Cultivator Academy.

She opened her eyes dizzyly.

"It's okay." Itoju smiled at her.

"Look" what the practitioner murmured.

Seeing that Sayaka had no time to comfort her, people kept falling from the cliff, she turned into a blue light and started rescue.
To be continued...