Mu Xingqiu sat on the snow, burning her whole body with a fever caused by the nameless anger.

Yi Shijun actually said that he was forgetting Fangfang and used the means of abandoning him completely to cover up, as if he was very cowardly while betraying Fangfang.

If Mu Xingqiu was a reckless boy, he would keep angry and try every means to find Yi Shijun to find him to understand. He might even beat him hard, but he was no longer a teenager and had already tamed the impulse in his heart. The anger gradually faded away like a tide. He began to wonder why he was so angry? Thinking forward, why didn’t he want to return to the Frost Soul Sword?

The flea also broke free from the ice on his body and was circling around the Nebula seeds on the ground. He suddenly rushed forward and suddenly retreated, like a dog with an overly large body wagging his tail and teasing a beetle.

It doesn't have to think about anything, and it won't reflect on its changes a few days ago. It just needs to remember that the seeds with wings cannot be eaten.

But Mu Xingqiu had to think about it, and slowly felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

When he left the Fire of the Hidden Dragon, he once felt pure freedom. He once thought that it was because he no longer had to be responsible for anyone or anything, but now he was gradually involved in the life-and-death battle of the demon clan, and there were bald men and fleas around him, but he didn't feel embarrassed, and he even felt excited and excited.

Frost Soul Sword, Frost Soul Sword...

Mu Xingqiu kept muttering these three words, hoping to arouse his nostalgia and emotion for Fangfang, but he couldn't do it. He could still remember Fangfang from the first meeting in school until the broken pill in Duanliu City, full of warmth, enough to dispel the cold wind in winter nights. However, the soul in the Frost Soul Sword was a stranger.

Mu Xingqiu reminded himself over and over again that it was Fangfang's soul, but he could not get rid of a thought: it was not Fangfang.

That's not Fangfang, she has no emotions and six desires. She is even more thorough than a Shen Taoist priest.

That was not Fangfang. She practiced constantly and focused on the origin of Taoist fire, and her realm was much higher than that of Mu Xingqiu.

It was not Fangfang. She would never hide her teeth and smile again, but only reveal her two dark and bright eyes. She would never push a thick book through the wooden table. The page she opened just recorded some of the doubts that Mu Xingqiu was most concerned about. She would never blush and give out the fish in front of her. She hoped that Mu Xingqiu could take it but was embarrassed to speak. She would never stand on the broken city wall and look at the same direction with him.

Everything will not repeat itself. It was nearly seven years since the Battle of Duanliu City ended, and Mu Xingqiu accepted the fact that Fangfang was dead. It seemed that a great master of magic was casting the magic of time in the real world: Fangfang's death slowed down, while Mu Xingqiu was living a normal life, but the bad news would eventually come, as heavy as before, and as unpredictable as it was.

No matter how special the soul in the sword is, it is not Fangfang himself. Sun Yulu, a Taoist priest from the Lanzhu Department, had told him this dian a long time ago, but Mu Xingqiu had not accepted it for a long time. He had a slight fantasy. Even though he had not found the familiar Fangfang after entering the Frost Soul Sword several times, he was still obsessed with it.

But he also did some self-deception and found various excuses to enter less and not enter the Frost Soul Sword, thinking that this would not disturb the soul inside. In fact, he was disappointed because what he saw was not Fangfang in his memory at all.

Yi Shijun is worthy of being a demon of souls with thousands of years of memory. He can see through the truth at a glance. Perhaps Zuo Liuying also saw through it, so he said, "You finally gave up." So he never looked for Mu Xingqiu, but let the bald man chase Xiao Qiu alone. He specially brought a sentence "You cannot re-cultivate the inner alchemy before you have passed the love disaster."

The sad lake water flooded below the nostrils, and a layer of guilt floated above it. The more Mu Xingqiu missed the flesh and blood Fangfang, the more he had to admit Yi Shijun's words: what he abandoned was the Frost Soul Sword and the soul inside, rather than ambition and responsibility.

With such a sinister and complicated trick, Mu Xingqiu could hardly believe that this was something he did.

The flea came over and finally ate the seed, regained its majestic and solemn appearance, and stuck out its tongue and licked Mu Xingqiu's face twice.

Mu Xingqiu raised his head and stood up suddenly. The fires around the ruins of the Southern Ice City were extinguishing one after another, indicating that the seeds of the Nebula Tree were falling.

The battle has begun.

Mu Xingqiu had no time to ask his heart anymore, and immediately flew to the south quickly, thinking about another sentence that Yi Jun said when he left: "Remember, the number may be able to defeat Bingkui."

What number? The number of demon clans or the number of demon weapons? Mu Xingqiu forced himself to recall everything he saw just now. Bing Kui was strong, but the most threatening move was the final self-destruction. That explosion was enough to freeze all living creatures within at least ten feet.

Mu Xingqiu used multiple magic weapons and demon weapons to block some of the freezing, but he didn't have time to cast the spell. What worked was the magic weapons and demon weapons themselves, and the fleas also helped to share some of the burden.

Sharing the burden! Mu Xingqiu's mind flashed and he understood what Yi Shijun meant.

If you think about it carefully, the most corpses he had seen along the way were only sixty or seventy, most of which were more than a dozen or even a few. This was not only necessary for the formation, but also Bingkui was not able to freeze too many targets at once.

In this way, the tactics formulated by Jin Cu and Shen Shang made serious mistakes. They asked the demons to separate according to the tribes, support and take care of each other, which was tantamount to giving Bingkui the opportunity to defeat each other.

There are still three or four miles away from the ruins of the Ice City. Mu Xingqiu and the fleas can no longer fly. The power of the Dou Zhuang Star Movement Array has spread here, imprisoning all the spells.

Mu Xingqiu ran to the demon clan position and saw dozens of Bingkui who were forming from afar. Some were just a light blue light column, some were sucking snow and condensed ice, and three were already waving the huge ice swords in their hands.

Bingkui was scattered in different positions. Around them, the demon clan, who had been regaining his fighting spirit for a few days, was frightened and walked slowly, and he was reluctant to launch an attack. The demon clan responsible for supporting ran over, but did not dare to get too close.

There was only one place where real battles occurred. To the northwest of the ruins, Jin Cu was waving a heavy hammer and hitting the shaped Bingkui who was several times taller than him. Dozens of strong beast monsters were inspired. Fighting against the fear brought by Bingkui, he also waved his weapons to hit Chunbing's body.

But this is not ordinary ice. No matter how heavy the heavy hammer is or how sharp the sword is. If you hit a piece of ice, Bingkui will not be affected. He is still condensing into his body step by step, and there are two long ice swords in his hand.

When Mu Xingqiu and the flea arrived, the Bingkui was about to move. He took a step forward, swung his swords together, and cut off seven or eight weapons in one go. The two demons were scratched by the sword edge, and they fell to death with just a moment to open their mouths. The wound was frozen as soon as a trace of blood flowed out.

"Follow me!" Mu Xingqiu shouted at Jincuo. Time was tight, and he could only give orders but not explain.

Jincuo avoided Bingkui's two swords and was about to attack again, but when he heard Mu Xingqiu's words, he stopped and hesitated for a moment before leading a group of demons to Mu Xingqiu.

"Get the demons together, the more the better!" Mu Xingqiu grabbed the spear from a beast monster and shouted again: "Follow me!"

Jincu also shouted an order, but some demons were unwilling to leave Bingkui. The more they were afraid, the more they could not move under their feet, and followed Bingkui like they were fascinated. When Ice Sword came, they knew to avoid it. The movement was dragging on, and there was no difference between facing him.

Jincuo let out a roar from his chest, turned around and grabbed a demon clan that disobeyed the order, and threw dozens of steps away. More and more demon clans followed the Japanese king and roared, waking up the last few demon clans who were still hesitating, and ran away from Bingkui in a hurry.

Mu Xingqiu ran to the other condensing Bingkui, shaking his spear in his hand, and ran for a distance before he realized that not all demons had the ability to see things at night. So he shouted one after another: "Come here, get close to me. Don't be alone!"

Shen Shang came with the talisman guests, who had been inciting the demons to fight. However, the effect was not good, and his fear was still spreading rapidly.

Shen Shang was looking forward to Mu Xingqiu's return, and asked loudly across dozens of demons: "Have you found a solution?"

"Count! Gathering together can disperse the power of Bingkui, the more the better!" Mu Xingqiu replied.

Shen Shang showed joy on his face, and immediately went to various places with the talisman guests to warn the demons.

The initial tactics were all broken and the scene became even more chaotic.

Mu Xingqiu looked back and found that Bingkui had already chased him. He seemed to be slow. In fact, one step could be equivalent to more than a dozen steps of an ordinary demon clan. When the ice sword swept over, there was always a target falling down.

The more blood stained on the sword, the greater the power of Bingkui becomes.

Mu Xingqiu turned around, erected his spear, jumped over the heads of a group of demons, and stabbed Bingkui with a shot.

He had to do something so that he could break free from the mess of his heart. He could not do ordinary things. He had to walk on the tip of a knife, travel in the sea of ​​fire, and stand on the edge of a cliff with one foot - he needed extreme stimulation to get rid of countless questions in his heart.

The spear head was ding on the ice body and it was broken in an instant, but Mu Xingqiu did not retreat, and he stabbed the spear into Bingkui's body, pushed him back several feet, and his arms were pressed and the spear was broken into three or four pieces.

Mu Xingqiu has all his strength, but he does not have any weapons to take advantage of.

A huge body passed by him. The flea came. It had the strength and its two horns that were harder than steel. It hit Bingkui's legs. Mu Xingqiu jumped high, stepped on Bingkui's body and jumped several times one after another. He stood on his shoulder, swung his fist, and smashed it hard at the nostril that was exhaling white vapor.

Jincu and a group of demons ran and looked back and watched, all of them were shocked and almost forgot to run.

They were already the bravest demon clan, and they dared to wield weapons to fight Bingkui, but this person was simply not a human. His fist was harder than a heavy hammer. When he hit Bingkui's nose, ice chips were splashing everywhere. No matter how the tall monster shook his head, he could not shake him down.

There is also a unicorn at his feet, with both corners like chisels, and he can cut off a piece of it from his frozen legs every time he hits it.

Bingkui was angry and swung his sword with his right hand to slash at the human on his shoulders. Ice chips filled the air like splattering blood. Bingkui's head was cut off by himself, but he was not dead. Instead, he continued to walk forward. After three steps, he fell down. One of his legs was broken by the flea's horn.

The escaped demons stopped at the same time, and looked at the ice fog that had not yet dissipated, and their hearts were hanging.

"Run!" Mu Xingqiu jumped out of the fog and followed the Qilin.

More than a dozen ice lines appeared on the snow, which was a sign that Bingkui was about to explode.

Under normal circumstances, the demon clan will not leave Bingkui at this stage. They will circle around and wait for the last blow in fear. They obviously don’t want to die, but they dare not escape. But this time they are different. They have the Fen King who is not afraid of danger, and the warriors and Qilin who can knock Bingkui down. Their orders are immediate.

The monsters ran desperately, and Mu Xingqiu and fleas followed behind. He had no time to gather a sufficient number of demons, so he had to let everyone run away.

The ice line extended faster, exceeding Mu Xingqiu's steps. With a bang, a large piece of it sank into the ground, and the cold air swept across all creatures within a radius of miles.

The power of this explosion far exceeded Mu Xingqiu's expectations.

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