Chapter 138

[Third watch, please allow me to break out today, please]

The wind and snow are in full swing!

A decadent figure stood on the ancient steps, and the dense sword marks destroyed this face very ferociously.

Looking at the endless mountain road, the young man sighed slightly, looked at his trembling legs with low eyes, and endless hatred poured out of his eyes. As long as you lift your legs, the pain of tearing your heart and lungs will drown your nerves. The young man held his hands slightly: "Su Bai, you ruined my life. If it weren't for you, how could I stop here, even not from the top 100 outside."

"If you have a grave, I have to frustrate you."

The low voice was more piercing than the cold wind, and the young man gnashed his teeth.

Zhang Lin may never forget the figure colder than fireworks in his life. That night is still his nightmare.

"Frustrate me? Are you sure you want to do this, or are you just angry?"

A dull voice suddenly rose in the rear, but the familiar voice made Zhang Lin feel inexplicable panic. He suddenly turned around and looked. He saw a figure in white like snow stepping on the wind, with Jue rings floating.

Looking at the familiar figure, Zhang Lin's eyes narrowed sharply, and even his trembling legs began to shake: "Su Bai, you... Didn't... Die." a bright green suddenly appeared in the wind and snow, cut open the wind and snow, crossed Zhang Lin's neck and fell gently on the snow.

Poof! Blood splashed, Zhang Lin looked at the approaching figure with both eyes, and burst to the end.

This bamboo leaf is falling in front of Zhang Lin, with a touch of scarlet on it.

Su Bai walked step by step and walked on with Zhang Lin's body. After half a sound, the growing wind and snow covered Zhang Lin's body, leaving only a touch of scarlet.

At the end of the long stone steps, the huge square is completely made of countless steep mountains and stones. Inside, there are a few steep rocks protruding out, as if they were cut off by a sword to form stone bases. At this time, several figures sat on the stone seat, towering and motionless. The stone block goes down in turn. At the top of it are several old people with their eyes slightly closed. Although they are old, their body is sometimes filled with a terrible smell.

In addition to these old people who closed their eyes and rested, dozens of inner disciples stood in the stone seat next to them. Their white robes fluttered and stood in the cold mountain wind. Their bodies were as straight as long guns and had never shaken. Compared with the introverted of the previous several famous elders, these inner disciples are somewhat sharp and aggressive.

The eyes of these dozens of inner disciples did not fall on the sitting old man, but on the front. A cold shadow like snow lotus, white clothes like snow, the breeze swaying, and the blue falling to the graceful figure swaying, just like the nine day fairy falling into the mortal world, pure and beautiful, but the cold eyes revolved around colder than the wind and snow.

The beautiful cheek with cold and indifferent rhyme was expressionless, slightly lowered his eyes, and didn't care about the fanatical eyes behind him. These stone stands, like the stars in the night sky, fall around. In the middle of them, there are towering stone platforms. These stone platforms are paved with all kinds of boulders, gradually rising, showing a simple atmosphere.

The stone terrace begins at the end of the blue ancient steps, and finally in the clouds, there are more than a thousand roads.

Standing on this stone platform is the top 1000 of the outer gate. However, there are only a few hundreds of figures standing on the empty stone platform. Climbing the mountain and bearing incomparable oppression, for these outer gate disciples, it is not only a test of cultivation, but also a test of will.

Tens of thousands of disciples, only hundreds of them climbed the stone platform, and only those who walked through the mountain path could understand their faith. And the fact that these people can stand here is enough to show that these people are extraordinary. Hundreds of eyes fluttered slightly and fell at the end of the stone platform. In the clouds, the first stone platform is the nearest place to the starry sky.

At the moment, there stood a lazy figure. The scholar pressed his straw hat slightly and looked at Qin Zheng standing alone on the next stone platform. He smiled and said, "do you want to stand here? Especially when others are napping, it's very impolite. As the prince of the Western Qin Dynasty, you should pay great attention to etiquette."

Standing with his hands on his back, Qin Zheng slowly retracted his eyes to the third stone platform, slightly raised his eyes and looked at the scholar above: "when I was born, my father told me that this is a world of snatching and being robbed, a world of trampling and being trampled. As an emperor, he only allows himself to snatch and trample others, but no one is allowed to step on his head." here, Qin Zhengwei lowered his eyes, looked at the young man in black standing on the third stone platform, shook his head and said, "the next is the battle between the bodyguard and the bodyguard, followed by the battle between you and me. Whose bodyguard are you in the final analysis?"

"Qiya is my friend, not a bodyguard." the scholar unfolded the book and looked at it leisurely.

On the third stone platform, the black youth held a long and narrow sword. There was a striking sword mark on his cold face. The blood trickled down and splashed into his mouth. The blood was bitter.

Lin Shichen, who is located on the fourth stone platform, also pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword and looked coldly at the black youth above: "for today, I have been waiting for nearly a month."

"Taste the taste of failure again?" the young man in Black said coldly.

"It's impossible for a person to fall in the same place one after another." Lin Shichen said to each other.

The confrontation between them attracted the attention of the whole audience, and even the inner disciples standing against the wind cast interesting eyes. Several old people who closed their eyes opened their eyes. There was a scar on their inner face. The eagle eyed old man grabbed the sparse white beard and nodded his head: "this year's disciples are no worse than last year."

This elder belongs to the punishment hall. Maybe he is in charge of punishment. His name is Li Muchen.

In the past, the disciples of the inner sect were as scared as tigers.

"This is natural. Last year, they were Muya and seven sins, the top ten disciples in the outer gate. These two people are willing to give up the opportunity to promote inner gate disciples and stay. In addition, the prince from the Western Qin Dynasty and Lin Shichen, who has extraordinary qualifications, unfortunately, those who gave up the opportunity to promote last year died in blood refining, otherwise this year will be more wonderful."

"Blood refining? It's said that a famous disciple who went out of blood refining is still there now?"

"Died in the law enforcement tower."

In the wind, bu Yunhan listened to the words of these elders and frowned slightly. If he had not died in the law enforcement tower, he should be able to stand here today, even if the Dantian was broken, he could shine.

Thinking of this, bu Yunhan suddenly sighed, and the remaining light from the corners of his eyes swept the spreading stone platform. For him, standing here should be his dream. At the moment when Bu Yunhan wanted to take back his eyes, his charming body trembled fiercely. His ice like eyes were like falling boulders, setting off ripples. Vaguely, he saw a familiar figure in the endless wind and snow.

A figure that should have disappeared in the world, bu Yunhan even subconsciously lost his voice: "Su Bai!"

Su Bai!

The elder's tone that was discussing was also in vain. Immediately, Li Muchen, the elder who was in charge of the punishment, frowned slightly. The name gave him some familiar feeling, "Su?"

"Su Bai seems to be the disciple who came out of the blood refining this time."

"He is still the son of that man." Li Muchen's slightly frowned eyebrows stretched out, "that is, he died in the law enforcement tower." speaking of this, Li Muchen looked down at the rhyme cold, "rhyme cold."

The rhyme is cold but unheard of, like a frozen stone statue.

"Yun Han!" Li Muchen deliberately increased the volume and was ignored by Bu Yun Han in public, but his face couldn't hang.

Again, bu Yunhan said nothing, just like being evil.

The inner disciples on one side also winked at Bu Yun Han, "he's coming."

"Who?" Li Muchen frowned slightly. If Bu Yun was cold, he would scold according to his temperament in the past.

"Su Bai!" Bu Yun's cold face was like a snow lotus blooming in the wind on a cliff. "He's not dead." is Su Bai dead? Li Muchen's fierce eyes followed Bu Yunhan's line of sight. Together with the eyes of other elders and inner disciples, there was a figure in white coming at the end of the blue ancient steps.

The external disciples standing on the stone platform also noticed that these elders and internal disciples did not pay attention to themselves, but looked at the stone steps and felt forgiven. However, driven by curiosity, their eyes also looked towards the end of the mountain road one after another. Even Li Shichen and Mu ya, who were facing each other, noticed this subtle change and looked up with great tacit understanding.

Qin Zheng frowned slightly and turned around.

"What's the matter?" the scholar felt a sudden silence around him, raised his head, and saw a figure dressed as snow at the end of the snow covered mountain path coming out in the pouring sunshine. At this moment, a slight sound of footsteps sounded slowly. Under the gaze of countless eyes, Su Bai, who was carrying an ancient sword, raised his steps slightly and stepped out of the last step, Standing on the 1000th stone platform. Standing here is the 1000th place outside the gate.

Su Bai's calm eyes glanced over the steep mountains and stones around him, and fell directly in front of the stone platform that spread to the clouds. Thousands of stone platforms represented the ranking of the top 1000 in the outer gate. However, only more than a hundred people can stand here, and their distribution is uneven. There are people standing on the first hundred stone platforms, followed by people standing on the stone platforms in the middle and behind.

Su Bai's eyes finally solidified on the cloud. Although he was far away, he could see several figures standing here, even familiar figures. The thin corners of his mouth pursed a brilliant smile. Su Bai murmured, "if you want to win Langya, just step on the first stone platform and wait until the last afterglow of the setting sun recedes, the outer door will be the first."

"In other words, anyone who stands in the front can be killed."

"It's so cruel that it embodies the rules of survival of the fittest incisively and vividly."

"But I like the rules."

Su Bai slowly released the ancient sword behind him. His white hand slightly pressed the handle of the sword, and his right foot suddenly raised. In the next moment, stepping on the snow on the stone platform, the whole body was like a dragon, like a rainbow and lightning. Several stone platforms were swept out in an instant and swayed up.

The outer disciple at the bottom looked puzzled at the figure in white from stepping on the snow. This figure was familiar, and I didn't know which stone platform the disciple stood on, exclaimed: "Su Bai, he is Su Bai!"

The occasion with a little silence suddenly became swing and disorde