Chapter 830: Little Snow Day

The lunar calendar has entered the winter moon.
A hazy layer of white snow on the ground.
Early in the morning, a pair of combat boots slowly stepped on the snow.
Looking at the scenery of the community, Jiang Beichen looked a little confused.
"The wind horns and bows, the general hunts Weicheng.
The grass is withered and the eagle's eyes are sick, and the snow is light with its horseshoes.
After passing Xinfeng City, it was returned to Xiliuying.
Looking back at the place where the carving is shot, thousands of miles away, clouds are flat. "
A bleak rhetoric came from the hoarse mouth.
Jiang Beichen closed his eyes, and the folk songs of the western border seemed very undesirable when placed in a city like Acropolis.
But at this moment, the heart is extremely surging, as if seeing thousands of troops and horses, the battlefield is autumn! "The military gate, but do you miss the brothers in the military camp?"
Zhao Qun came to him and put a great cloak on him.
Jiang Beichen mentioned it up and sighed: "It's been a few months, don't you know how good brothers are?"
"Don't worry about the army, since you defeated the Scarlet Moon Army last time, no one in the entire Middle East has dared to make a provocative act, and even the old demon on the border between Iran and Iran dare not move at all!"
Zhao Qun spoke respectfully.
"That's fine, but letting them breathe in this world will be a disaster after all. After I have dealt with the affairs of Gyeonggi, I will uproot these evil obstacles!"
Jiang Beichen took a deep breath and slowly stretched out his hand to catch a strand of snowflakes.
Watching it slowly melt in the palm.
"Today, Xiaoxue!"
"Yes, Junmen, I have notified the Zhili camp this morning, if Zhang Yin and his family dare to escape, none of them will stay!"
Zhao Qun's killing intent was awe-inspiring.
Killing Junmen's mother is the crime of the Chi tribe.
Today, it must be the death date of Zhang Yin and Lu Meng, as well as that Zhou Yunyun.
"But Junmen, I heard that these two have hooked up with the people from Tianshan Jiange a while ago! I'm afraid they will be prepared today!"
Zhao Qun suddenly thought of this again.
"Tianshan sword pavilion?"
Jiang Beichen sneered at the corner of his mouth, his eyes disdainful.
"I heard that Mo Bai, the sword sage of the Tianshan Mountains, is the number one powerhouse in the world. I have heard the legend of this man in the Western Realm. I would like to see it if I have a chance!"
Jiang Beichen's eyes seemed to be beating flames.
Although he had the inheritance of Xuan Qing Jue, he had never really verified his strength.
Even in the face of the powerful in the Middle East and the Western world, he never frowned.
It can be said that he has been right from the front, and there is no one that can fight. He does not know where his strength has reached without a reference.
It is exactly how lonely the invincible is in response to that sentence.
But according to his own estimation, how could his current strength be better than Wu Sheng?
However, now that he is suffering from cold and poison and wants to suppress magic power, facing Wu Sheng, I am afraid that there will be some pressure.
"Junmen, this Mo Bai is indeed very simple. It is said that when he was young, he always ranked first in the Hualong list. It was not until 30 years ago that he quit the martial arts and cultivated in Tianshan!"
Zhao Qun said quickly.
The experiences of successful people are surprisingly similar.
If the two old and new Hualong list meet first, I don't know what the earth-shattering scene will be.
Thinking of this, Zhao Qun couldn't help being slightly excited.
"Don't mention him, where are Zhang Yin and Lu Meng now?"
Jiang Beichen's eyes gradually turned cold.
It's time for the mother's grudges to be cleared up on the day of the little snow! "Back to the military gate, these two people are now hiding in the Lu family manor. Now all important members of the Zhang Yin family have been concentrated in the manor. Before Zhou Yunyun paid money and secretly purchased more than ten small helicopters from South China. !"
A strange smile appeared on Zhao Qun's face.
"This is... want to run?"
Jiang Beichen squinted his eyes slightly, and said lightly: "Prepare Red Star 28 Hidden for me, pick up one, and hit me with one. These ants, don't even want to leave the city alive!"
"Yes!"
Half an hour later, a dark green jeep slowly came to the door of a manor in the northern suburbs.
When the car door opened, a pair of combat boots stepped on slowly, and an invisible aura radiated out, shaking the scattered white snow around, when the pair of steps stepped on the entrance courtyard, even the entire courtyard seemed to tremble slightly.
There was no one in the courtyard.
Jiang Beichen walked in with his hands in his hands, as if walking in his own home, strolling in the courtyard, Zhao Qun followed behind, with a wary expression on his face.
Because he felt that there was murderous in this yard! And this murderous aura is very sharp, as if to cut the skin! This kind of feeling can't be felt by the average master, I am afraid that only the cultivation base above the aerodynamics can feel it particularly deep! "The military gate..." "If you come, you will be safe!"
[Biquge520.me] Jiang Beichen waved his hand and walked towards a big river in the manor first.
The river is a man-made river, but the majestic and majestic construction, from a distance, looks like a big blue sword, which is daunting.
"Is it for Jiang to prepare such a big battle?"
Jiang Beichen looked at both sides of the bank and couldn't help but sneer.
Laughter echoed in the empty surroundings, full of ridicule and banter.
歘欻欻! But at this moment, dozens of figures flashed on the river bank like ghosts, surrounding the two of Jiang Beichen.
These dozens of figures are all dressed up in ancient style, just like the Shushan disciples in the TV series.
The white clothes fluttered, and the breath was fierce, as if a sharp sword came out of its sheath, and there was sword air breathing out in the faint.
And each of them also held a Qingfeng long sword with a water, with cold light shining on it, killing intently.
Creak! In the distance, an old man dressed in white, with a childlike look, carrying a canvas wrap, came from a distance on the snow.
This person walks very lightly, and he has come to the front in three or two steps.
"You just killed my fifth junior brother?"
As the old man walked, he slowly took off the two canvas packages on his back.
"Are you from Jiange?"
Jiang Beichen squinted his eyes slightly. This person gave him a general feeling, but the two canvas wrappers made him feel a bit fierce.
This should be two swords! And they are two ancient swords, even the level is higher than the blood-drinking sword Jin Ke used last time! "Boy, if you have the insight, I am the second-generation disciple of Jiange, Zhao Kuo!"
Zhao Kuo's eyes were awe-inspiring to kill.
"Since you killed my fifth junior brother Jin Ke, you are the enemy of my sword pavilion!"
"I now give you two choices, one, now I will cut my arms, follow me back to the door, and be a prisoner for a century. I may spare you my life!"
"Second, I personally beheaded your head to avenge my fifth junior brother!"
Zhao Kuo looked like he was eating Jiang Beichen, because he had already laid nets on both sides of this big river. Even if this kid was martial arts, he would never escape! "Bold!"
"Let my military sect be a prisoner, but also my military sect's head?
Believe it or not, I will lead the troops and level your Tianshan sword pavilion! "
Zhao Qun immediately took a step forward, and a violent aura suddenly broke out.
Wow! The surrounding Jiange children suddenly swayed, showing shock.
Most of them are in the realm of inner strength, and naturally cannot resist the strength of pneumatics. However, there are three old men who are exceptionally stable, standing like a pine.
These three people are all martial arts masters! "It's just a little pneumatic, and you dare to fight in front of the master?
It's beyond your capacity! "
One of the long-bearded old men sneered and stomped his feet. Suddenly, the ground under Zhao Qun's feet suddenly arched out a huge soil thorn, and he stabled towards Zhao Qun's chest! Zhao Qun's face changed.
Although he was a talented man and was already a pneumatic master, he was still far behind the martial arts master. Facing such an attack, he was still full of despair.
But at this moment, Jiang Beichen suddenly made a move. He just waved his sleeve slightly, and the soil thorn burst open in an instant.
"I don't like this way of saying hello!"
Boom! Jiang Beichen also stomped his feet, and suddenly, the foot of the martial arts master who had just shot, also arched a soil thorn, like a big dragon, slammed into the martial arts master! Puff! The sharp soil thorns pierced the grandmaster's chest instantly, and the old man had an incredible face, and slowly lowered his head, his eyes gradually losing vitality.
Finally collapsed.
For a moment, the audience was silent.