The cedars are not afraid of the severe cold. Even if they are blown by the cold wind, they will only shake the dense and majestic canopy, shake off the snow, and stand tall.

In the cliff square on the south side of Qingming Gorge, in addition to the cedar shaking snow, the two sides of the battle were also splashing blood from their bodies.

Even if the boiling blood falls into the snow, it will instantly sink to the ground, as if it has been drilled through a small hole. There are many such inconspicuous holes in the forest. There is a small hole under Zhang Xiaodao's chin, and blood is flowing from the corners of his mouth.

The blood at the corner of his mouth was a little sticky. Zhang Xiaodao wiped it with his left hand and wiped the entire piece of his jaw into blood red.

Not far away was Tuobalie, who was like cedars. He used the secret technique of the Great Wilderness, "chiluo" his body like steel, looking at Zhang Xiaodao indifferently.

His eyes were full of coldness and no emotion. It seemed that it was natural for him to defeat Zhang Xiaodao at this time.

Zhang Xiaodao smiled. He originally smiled, but he looked a little hideous because of the bright redness of his jaw. He said, "How long can you last?"

This question is about life and death.

The secret technique of the Great Wilderness can stimulate the potential of the human body. In Zhang Xiaodao's eyes, it looks like a powerful stimulant. Tuobalie in this state is indeed unable to defeat it. He never thought that a slap could really slap the Holy Son of the Great Wilderness to death. He has been delaying it all the time.

Speaking is a delay, a hint, and it implies that Tuobalie, you are not able to do it.

Tuobalie spoke coldly at this time, "Persevere until you die."

The corners of Zhang Xiaodao's mouth suddenly rose, revealing his thoughts were very friendly. He was even a little proud, but actually said with a hideous smile: "If you didn't do it immediately, it means you need to breathe too. Then it proves that you are tired, and you are tired, and you can't drag it until you kill me."

Zhang Xiaodao’s principles and logic are very simple, but simple is powerful and cannot be refuted.

"Do you know your smile deserves a beating?"

"Stoneface, do you have the nerve to say I deserve a beating?"

Tuobalie stopped talking, took a deep breath and slapped his hands at the base of his thigh.

The thick right leg, which was originally like a leg, suddenly tore the tolerant leather pants apart, and a huge sole of the foot broke the cotton shoes, turning it into cotton wool lingering around the feet.

The blue veins exposed and turned black and purple. The right leg, which had a circle of totem at the base of the legs, raised it and pointed it at Zhang Xiaodao and stepped hard.

The vitality condensed into huge footprints. After Zhang Xiaodao fish jumped and dodged, it hit the huge stubborn stone that seemed to be embedded in the ground for many years. It left no mark and directly turned it into powder.

However, this is not the end. Tuobalie waved his thick single leg in the air and kicked three hundred feet from the air.

Countless huge footprints of energy blocked all the areas where Zhang Xiaodao was moving. There was a roar in the forest, as if the sky and the earth were sinking.

At this critical moment, Zhang Xiaodao turned his wrist and raised the snow-falling sword and resisted it. However, he found that a huge force was transmitted into his body, and he felt irresistible.

The new clothes made by the master's wife seemed to finally feel something at this level of power. The complex talisman suddenly lit up, and Zhang Xiaodao coughed up blood and retreated.

A crack appeared in the bright and gentle dome tree in his body, and Zhang Xiaodao felt the threat of death.

He retreated directly from the ruins along the way. Looking at the broken scene of snowflakes in front of him, he bit his tongue very fiercely and spit out a blood arrow.

The blood arrows were not casually sticking to phlegm. They passed through the ruins and were stained with too much broken snow in the air. They turned into a sharp ball of finger joints and came to Tuobalie.

Tuobalie was chasing, his body was like a Li Xuan arrow. Under the snow, he could not notice that Zhang Xiaodao's counterattack was so hidden.

The extremely small snow ball hit Tuobalie's body like steel, and made a very small "ding" sound, and his face instantly pale as paper.

A thought like an arrow cluster was wrapped in vitality and suddenly rushed into his sea of ​​consciousness.

As a result, his body suddenly slowed down. Zhang Xiaodao pulled out the white jade bow behind him, put on the green feather arrow, loosened his right hand, and the arrows flew out.

Once upon a time, Tuobalie took the green feather arrow empty-handed, but now it is different from the past.

Although Zhang Xiaodao hasn't touched the bow and arrow for a long time, it's not that he doesn't want to touch it, but that he is deliberately suppressing it. This kind of depression will make him feel hungry for the bow and arrow deep in his heart.

When he touched the bow and arrow again, he was not as unfamiliar as he was moving like a flowing cloud.

The Qingling Arrow disappeared in front of him as he left his finger.

This time, Zhang Xiaodao pursued extreme speed. Because the distance was too short, the Qingfeng Arrow did not bring out a trace of vision, but suddenly came to Tuobalie.

The arrow came too abruptly, as if it came to him the moment Tuobalie's body just barely resisted the attack of the thought that shouldn't have appeared on Zhang Xiaodao.

This time, he didn't even have time to raise his hand to react.

The only thing he can do is concentrate!

Concentrating the mind is his current level. After reaching this level, the world in front of him will become particularly slow after concentrating the mind.

But the arrow cluster has already arrived in front of him. What can he do if he can get this little time?

Tuobalie's left chest suddenly bulged under Zhang Xiaodao's killing blow, and the arrow cluster seemed to have touched the hardest thing in the world, spinning wildly without any impetuous progress.

Tuobalie shouted angrily, his body retreated suddenly as if he wanted to remove his strength. The green-feathered arrow was like a steat bone, pressing against his chest. When he retreated a hundred feet, he finally couldn't resist the green-feathered arrow and made a "puff" sound.

There were not many blood flowers bursting out from Tuobalie's chest, and only half of the arrow clusters were infiltrated, but Tuobalie shouted out extremely tragically.

The sound was a little trembling, coming from the soul, as if the injured beast was about to fight back to death, and the pain had endless fighting spirit.

But the undeniable fact is that Tuobalie under the secret technique was actually destroyed by Zhang Xiaodao.

Tuobalie pulled out the green feather arrow under the roar. The red blood had turned black. Black pus was gushing out of the gap in the chest that was not serious. But his eyes became brighter than ever before.

The battle situation once again entered a stalemate.

Tuobalie did not move. Zhang Xiaodao did not move either. Both sides did not seem to be extremely cruel from the surface, but their bodies were loyally reflecting the loss in their bodies.

The dome tree in Zhang Xiaodao's body showed signs of shattering, and as soon as Tuobalie's secret technique passed, I believe that even if he would not die, he would probably lose a layer of skin.

"Why don't we take a break?" Zhang Xiaodao asked.

Tuobalie did not answer, he thought that speaking now was a waste of energy.

Zhang Xiaodao showed the expression of beating again, stood up straight, and pulled out Luoxue Changdao: "If I can speak, it means I have more strength than you, so I will kill you."

Tuobalie still did not move, nor spoke because he could not move.

Zhang Xiaodao dragged the long sword from the far end of the ruins. The blade cut through all the broken objects on the ground. Every step of his footsteps was particularly steadily stepping a footprint in the snow.

Tuobalie raised his trembling hand and gently pressed his wound.

The black blood from the rolled wound passed through his fingers and slowly flowed on his thick arms.

He moved the hand with difficulty and made a "smear" action. When he put down his hand, the wound on his chest was already scarred.

The cold wind suddenly whistled at this moment, and it made a rustling sound on the ancient cypress cedars in the forest.

The shouts of killing in the distance never stopped. For some reason, after a moment of silence, a loud bang erupted: "Kill!"

From the sound, Zhang Xiaodao and Tuobalie didn't know where the word "kill" came from, but Zhang Xiaodao could feel that this word must have come from the mouths of soldiers of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

As the word "kill" echoed in the dense forest, Zhang Xiaodao stopped dragging the knife, and he began to run.

While running, because the speed is like lightning and the inertia is too high, the snow-falling knife he held tightly floating away from the ground!

Tuobalie slightly spread his legs, and the terror in his eyes flashed by. He calmly spread his hands and straightened his chest. The courage that had not returned to his body for a long time seemed to have appeared in his body again. He wanted to take the big knife in Zhang Xiaodao's hand head-on.

Zhang Xiaodao, who was galloping, came not far from Tuobalie, and in an instant, there were only three steps left, so he swung the snowfalling knife.

The Snowfall Sword drew a half moon in the air. This half moon was extremely bright, shaped like a crescent moon, but it was emitting the light of the sun.

Daytime!

Zhang Xiaodao filled all the little energy left in his body into the fallen snow knife.

This white light in the blade passed through all the lush branches and leaves, and through the very white snow, the forest shining brightly!

The decisive battle between the rebels and the soldiers of the vanguard battalion in the forest suddenly paused because of the pervasive beam of light. People didn't know what was going on, but they subconsciously felt that the beam was too weird, so it would be better not to get close.

At the entrance of Qingming Gorge, Chen Yuxiang looked at the light in the forest and his face became extremely unnatural.

Tang Qinian didn't know that a long time ago, there was a sword-bearing guard named Huang Zhenfeng next to the old emperor. He didn't know that the knife could ignite light and darkness. He just asked worriedly: "It won't be a problem."

Chen Yuxiang replied with great affirmation: "As long as the opponent does not enter Mingxuan, Xiaodao will definitely win!"

The sure victory is actually just an arbitrary speculation.

In the forest, Zhang Xiaodao scattered brightly with a long sword reflected half of his cheek. The blade fell on Tuobalie's left shoulder, but there was no blood, only the sound of metal clashing. It was not blood flying all the way, but sparks were splashing everywhere!

What kind of body is this?

The blade was struggling to go down all the way to Tuobalie's right hip, and a shallow ditch broke out of Tuobalie's metal-like body.

The light disappeared, and Zhang Xiaodao lay down at Tuobalie's feet, and began to breathe heavily like a pug, without any style, as if he was kneeling down and begging for mercy.

From time to time, Zhang Xiaodao felt the coldness of the cold air spinning around his lungs, and finally had a little strength. He raised his head and looked at Tuobalie who was still standing there.

He saw the faint scar that seemed to be cut into the metal and had not been cut, and he couldn't help but swear, "Do you really think you are Schwarzenegger? Are you acting in "Terminator"?"

Instead of waiting for Tuobalie to speak, Zhang Xiaodao raised his foot and kicked him softly and weakly, stepping on a footprint covered with broken snow.

Tuobalie flew out under this gentle foot. As he gradually drifted away, his right leg returned to his usual appearance. The dull totem disappeared into his body and fell into Qingming Gorge!

Zhang Xiaodao sat down, looked at the cedar standing on a high slope in the distance, and said to himself, "It's better for my endurance!"
Chapter completed!