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手I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in手I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in手I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in手I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in手I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in

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免费I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in免费I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in免费I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in免费I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in免费I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in

年I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in年I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in年I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in年I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in年I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in

手I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in手I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in手I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in手I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in手I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in

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年I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in年I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in年I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in年I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in年I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in

2015I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in2015I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in2015I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in2015I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in2015I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in

年I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in年I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in年I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in年I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in年I don't know when the snow started. It was so big, it seemed that a group of butterflies fell silently from the cold gray clouds, through the vast fir forest, and came over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When the panting calmed down, the heavy snow was already full of swords. The red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood caused stomach cramps that hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, the people killed this time were... a bit too much. Huo Zhanbai was panting violently, but his body did not dare to move the slightest, his arms stiffened, maintaining the posture after a sword stabbed. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him. However, at the same time, the sword of the assassin wearing a white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through the right rib and reaching the lungs-after such a lore, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for each other. As long as either party moves a little bit, it will end immediately. On the wasteland, there was silence for a while. The snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees pointed towards the sky like icy tombstones. He and the silver-clothed killer stood silently in the forest, maintaining the weird posture at the final blow, with the sword in his hand resting in the opponent's body. Huo Zhanbai gasped carefully, feeling that the expanding lobes of the lungs in his chest almost touched the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and mind, not to let himself fall before the opponent. The chest pierced by his own long sword in front of him was also rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming. It seems that the opponent is also at the end of the battle. Although the opponent tried to push forward several times, the sword that pierced Huo Zhanbai's right rib jammed on the ribs, and finally fell weak before penetrating the lung lobe, stopping the castration. The head wearing the mask suddenly fell slightly to one side, silently. Huo Zhanbai exhaled silently-after all, he won! In such a cold snowfield, if the stalemate continues, I am afraid that both sides will be frozen? He stared at the white jade mask just a few minutes away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to slowly leave his lungs. Only a small amount of blood came out. In that freezing weather, the blood was frozen on the wound just as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move the half-foot distance. After completely retracting his body, he held his right rib with his backhand-in this snowy sniper, he singled out the twelve silver wings. Even the seventh son of Huo, who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, left 13 serious injuries. However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Yakushi Valley, I'm afraid you will not be able to support it. The moment the sword was drawn out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought him desperately for nearly a hundred rounds lost support, and fell slowly along the fir tree, rubbing a blood red on the trunk behind him. "Kacha!" The mask covering his face cracked at the moment he fell into the snow. Huo Zhanbai was shocked suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt again, and examined it carefully. The man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow fell on his face without melting. "Hey, so young, I came out to fight people..." He sighed, and the tip of the sword protruded like a snake. He had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent continuously, and the sword's edge passed from top to bottom, flexible. Looking through everything he carried with him. However, the wind pierced through the cracks in the broken clothes, let out an empty whistle, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly felt severe pain from the wounds all over his body, almost unable to stand his body. How could this be? This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way war in the Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this pedestrian. He also followed this clue to track it down, and wanted to have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. ——This person should be the leader of the group. If that thing is not on him, where will it be? Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on the snowy ground on one knee, unwillingly leaned over and looked up again. If you don't get this last medicinal material, the pills you need will definitely not be worthy, but Mo'er's body seems to be getting weaker every day. I have been running around for eight years, and it was so easy to get all the other medicinal materials. How can I fail in the end? He rummaged. It was so close to the other party that as soon as he raised his head, he saw those eyes—the deceased’s eyes were still not completely closed, and he looked straight to the sky with a kind of cold, empty and seemingly smiling expression. A strange light blue appeared in the white of his eyes. The faint blue, if it were not compared to the surrounding white snow, it would not be visible at all. Just looking at it, Huo Zhanbai's heart jumped suddenly, feeling a kind of power rising up invisibly, restraining his body from the inside out. That kind of sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong! Totally wrong! Instinctively, Huo Zhanbai wanted to get up and retreat, to draw a sword, and to block the doorway around him - however, he couldn't do anything. The body seemed to be hit by the acupuncture points for an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened? This feeling...what is going on! His body and line of sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the pale blue eyes that had been "dead" moving. Those eyes just turned slightly, and then opened, just to meet his eyes. That kind of innocence, but not deep, just a glance, but let him have the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body is terrified. not good! He screamed inwardly, but couldn't look away, he could only kneel in the snow in a bent position. Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of that person's pupils is normal. The black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut. However, such pupils were reflected on the white of his eyes, but countless indescribable colors were intertwined. At the moment that bright glaze eyes opened, his whole body was as if cursed, unable to move. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques on the rivers and lakes he had heard, and his heart was suddenly cold. Pupil surgery? This... is it the legendary pupil technique? ! Pieces of snow fell, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was falling. The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange. Although I wake up, the snow on my face still doesn’t melt, even The breath that he exhaled was cold, like a ghost who returned to his soul. "This is a dementor." The assassin returned his hand to hold on to the wound and struggled to sit up against the fir. "Seventh Master of the Dingjian Pavilion, you should have heard of it?" Huo Zhanbai was taken aback: Although he was incognito during his trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The assassin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It's only a little bit, but you really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Desire...Is that kind of pupil technique really still passed down in the world? ! It doesn't mean that since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the High Priest of the Moon Worship Wind's End a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? Unexpectedly, there are still people with such abilities today! "Unexpectedly, you also came for that ten thousand year dragon blood scarlet cold pearl... I thought Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the Master of the Ding Sword Pavilion, he must be someone who is aloof." The assassin stood up laboriously, looking at the victim. Huo Zhanbai, who was fixed on the snow, sneered suddenly, "It's a pity that I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir behind him. With a "click", the old bark cracked, and a blood-red bead dropped to the palm of his hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low "Ah", but still couldn't move. This is it! Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Crimson Cold Pearl——In the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the pearl into the tree behind him? Qiu Shui, she... just waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... Never die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still unable to move under hypnotism, and a powerful thought force suppressed him. Under such cold and dark eyes, even the mind was gradually swallowed, and Huo Zhanbai's eyes gradually dispersed. How... how could there be such a magic? This assassin is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power of the elders of the Demon Cult? The silver-clad killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was soft and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and his own physical strength had reached the limit. Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountain's Quartet Heroes. On the way to the west, he repeatedly encountered snipers and hunts. At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman second to none in the Central Plains! He breathed hurriedly, and his brain started to aches. Pupil surgery needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and if this continues, I am afraid that headaches will occur again. He stopped talking, slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand mechanically, like a puppet pulled by a lead. "Remember: My name is "Hitomi"." The eyes behind the mask are icy, with a light blue color like ice. Huo Zhanbai's whole body shook slightly: pupil? The mysterious killer ranked first in the Great Guangming Palace? ——The people of the demon sect, this time actually came to Qilian Mountain to compete for this dragon blood bead! Located in West Kunlun, the Daguangming Palace is an old enemy of the Central Plains Wulin. Under its seat are the three sages of Wumingzi and the three realms of Xiuluochang. As for the killers in the Shura field, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion hundreds of years ago, came from his sect. The elites of the Shura field have been born for a hundred years, and the Central Plains Wulin has been amazed and regarded as a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure in the Asura field killer who is known as a once-in-a-century figure. ——At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a big mistake he had made in a moment! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching his neck, and the glazed eyes glowed with cold radiance. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body controlled by the pupil technique still moved against his will. The hand was restrained by invisible power, simulating the movements of the pupil, holding the ink soul, and approaching the throat point by point. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called inwardly. I've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Goodbye, seventh son." Hitomi's hand slowly leaned against his throat, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he rolled his wrists and cut his throat sharply inward! Involuntarily, the ink spirit drew a fierce light and flanked at the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, there was a scream from the snow, cutting through the cold wind. Hitomi blurted out and whispered, and there was a sudden pain in his hand before he could escape. The red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird flew through the wind and snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with a sharp beak. Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is it... a harrier? Although he was attacked unexpectedly, the pupils were not confused, panting violently and covering the wound, but their eyes never left the other's eyes. As long as he does not lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still cannot escape. However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened and began to compete with the outside power for control of the body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand bit by bit, and moved away the Mo Soul Sword that cut to his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to turn horrified. how is this possible! Having been hit head-on by Dementia, this controlled person can actually resist! Before he could think about it, knowing that he couldn't breathe for the other person, Hitomi Hitomi immediately fit and rushed forward, and the short sword in his hand pierced the other's heart. However, only a "ding" was heard, and blood was shaken out of his tiger's mouth again. The Mo Soul Sword blocked the front in time, stopping Hitomi's attack. The snow on the ground was agitated by the sword qi, blocking the sight of the two. The strength of that kind of strike made Hitomi's already badly injured body no longer able to withstand it. The magical light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back three feet away, and a burst of blood poured out from his broken chest. A big red flower bloomed in the snow, and he did not move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow a few feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered with snowflakes, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulders, with a sharp beak penetrating his shoulder well and piercing an inch deep. That is to say, the psychic bird just pecked in time, and the numbness of his body was relieved with a severe sting, allowing him to block the final blow of the pupil in time. It is finally over. He leaned on the ground with his sword, staggered over, bent over and fumbled in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. There is still a blur in front of me, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light circulating, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, chaotically obscured in front of my eyes-this, what is this? Is it the residual effect of pupil surgery? He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but when a gust of wind passed, he almost fell in the wind when he was exhausted. "Gah!" The snow Harrier drew out his blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Understood-it is urging itself to leave immediately and head to Pharmacist Valley. The wind and snow grew stronger and harder, almost knocking him down, who was barely standing with a sword. After the fight, the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt him. If you don't leave...you will definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right? He stopped confirming the death of his opponent, but just turned around and stalked in a certain direction. Anyway, since entering the arena at the age of fifteen, he has rarely had the habit of driving his opponents to death. Large swaths of snowflakes passed through the fir forest and landed silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in a flash. Those innocent whites covered up the blood stains on the ground one by one, and buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black-gray tombstones, pointing to the cold snowy sky. White. White. Still white. Since stepping out of the fir forest, only one color remained in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been trekking in knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was. He just walked in one direction step by step. From time to time, the scream of birds came from above, and it was the snow harrier who was guiding him in the air. The lungs were burning, and every breath pierced as if it were burning, everything in front of me became more blurred, and the rotating snowflakes seemed to become living things, spreading their wings and flying in the air, floating in countless illusions. "Ha... hee hee, hee hee... Brother Huo, I am here!" Suddenly a beautiful face appeared in the flying snow, and a voice giggled at him: "Idiot, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Autumn water? It's Qiushui's voice... She, isn't she supposed to be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness got worse again? He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to catch the woman in red in the snow, but the sharp pain in his knees and under his ribs made him look black. In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the tangled Baixue. Running too fast, the exhausted body could no longer support, and fell forward after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been holding tightly the dragon blood orb that he had taken his life. "Qua-ga." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner was already exposed, and cried a few times, then looked down at the owner who fell again, anxiously, and fluttered its wings on his back. "Hey!" The sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake the dying person with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled, but he could no longer get up. Days of fighting and running around had already exhausted his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and his claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, and scratched out bloodstains. However in

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