Chapter 247: Burn Together (Ask for Monthly Votes)

The moon is bright and the wind and snow are howling.

The two of them were less than ten feet apart, and the two towering pressures were close to each other, forming a vacuum zone that could not be penetrated by wind or snow.

Yang Ge's coercion was fierce and wild, like a mountain torrent covering a river bank, or like a tiger descending from a mountain, with a violent and crazy atmosphere that would destroy both the jade and the stone.

The power of the old man in the dragon robe was majestic and majestic, like thousands of horses galloping, and mountains and mountains, but there was also an indescribable evil aura and deathly aura.

The two coercive tit-for-tat confrontations lasted for a long time, and bursts of muffled air explosions exploded in the void, but no one saw any signs of decline...

Not long after, Yang Ge's patience ran out, and he drew the knife with an expressionless face and stepped forward.

The next second, the sharp sword energy cut through the night!

The old man in the dragon robe frowned slightly, as if he couldn't adapt to the young man's fierce fighting style of turning over the table before he said anything. However, his movements were not slow at all, and he jumped forward and punched out.

Only a loud dragon roar was heard, and a vivid and slender five-clawed golden dragon rushed out, winding towards the bright sword light.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sword energy shattered and exploded into dozens of snow waves two or three stories high.

Yang Ge, who stood up to charge, felt a huge force coming towards him. Without thinking, he swung his sword to attack the huge force, but he only felt a tightness in his chest and his body flew completely backwards. He could only hold his breath, forcibly raise his Qi and slash forward in a long and long move, using offense instead of defense.

"Bang..."

A thin golden fist shredded his sword energy from the front, and a powerful figure flashed forward with a series of afterimages.

Seeing this, Yang Ge, who could barely stabilize his body, stepped heavily on the ground to absorb the force of the shock, swung his knife to meet him, swung the knife like a whip, and slashed at the powerful figure with a wild knife: "Spring Thunder Burst. !”

Leng Yue's sword drew a round arc, and exploded with a thick and torn, ponytail... deep purple sword energy!

The old man in the dragon robe swung his fist like a hammer and fired dozens of punches in the air in the blink of an eye. The dragon roared loudly and golden dragons flew.

The Lei Sword Qi disappeared in a flash, slashing half of the golden dragons. The remaining energy stirred up a sheet of white snowflakes, covering the remaining golden dragons and the two people who could not escape.

After two snaps of fingers, two figures rushed out of the wind and snow, moving rapidly in mid-air and constantly attacking, pouring out the remaining energy like a violent storm, exploding waves of snow on the ground...

With the support of a breath of evil energy that was almost possessed by demons, Yang Ge forcibly burst out his true energy to fight with the old man in dragon robes who looked like dry tree bark. However, the more he fought, the more uncomfortable he became. He was so uncomfortable that he almost wanted to vomit blood!

He didn't know what kind of martial arts this rickety old man wearing a dragon robe and an emperor's crown was practicing. His moves were powerful and heavy, and he also seemed to have some kind of Qi-breaking characteristics. His saber-breaking skills were completely defeated by the old man in dragon robe. No matter how he used his sword to attack, the old man in dragon robe would always break him with a mediocre punch.

That feeling of suffocation and powerlessness that made no difference no matter how hard he tried, as if everything he had learned were just tricks that couldn't be put on the stage...

"Gone never to come back!"

Knowing that he might not be able to defeat the old man in dragon robe, Yang Ge swung the sword without thinking.

With one move of the sword, the sword of Leng Yue seemed to be moving slowly but quickly, drawing a light that was not very bright, or even a bit dim, and swiped it towards the old man in the dragon robe.

But the old man in the dragon robe knew what he was doing. He immediately gave up the advantage of suppressing Yang Ge. He stood firm and stretched out his hand towards Yang Ge, using his five fingers to control... a simple movement. This old man in the dragon robe was able to do it with a certain kind of aura. The feeling of domineering and domineering, looking down on the world and holding the universe in hand.

The next second, nine golden dragons emerged from the old man in dragon robes, roaring towards the ordinary sword light.

Wherever the sword light passed, the majestic and ferocious golden dragons were wiped out inch by inch, but the sword light did not waver at all.

Soon enough, he saw the dim sword energy like a crescent moon clearing the sky of the golden dragon, bursting out with pieces of dazzling golden energy, drowning the figure of the old man in dragon robe.

When the dazzling halo gradually dissipated, Yang Ge, who had retreated more than ten feet away, raised his eyes and saw a lofty, rickety figure gradually emerging from the halo...

Yang Ge looked at the figure, even though he had already vaguely guessed in his mind, he still couldn't help but sigh silently at this moment.

I'm afraid he will never be able to swing this sword again. Even if he swings it forcefully, it will only resemble the shape without any essence.

These old immortals are really hidden deep enough and there are so many of them!

"Is this the layman's strongest move, 'go away and never come back'?"

The old man in the dragon robe chuckled with interest and said: "It is true that there are talents in this generation, and there are no empty ones under the great reputation!"

Judging from his tone, it was obvious that he had known Yang Ge for a long time and knew Yang Ge very well.

Yang Ge smiled helplessly: "Even this trick can't do anything to you. It seems that this place is my burial place... Can you give me a name so that I can be a wise man?"

The old man in dragon robe looked at him with a smile: "What do you think?"

Yang Ge suppressed his smile and held the Lengyue sword tightly: "It seems that you don't have much confidence in whether you can keep me, Yang Erlang. Anyway, Yang is also good at running away."

The old man in the dragon robe still looked at him with a smile: "Little guy, don't use such a crude way to provoke generals as a treasure. When I walk around the world, your great-grandfather is probably still in his infancy."

"If you want to say that..."

Yang Ge also smiled: "I suddenly remembered that I have a few new tricks that I have never shown to anyone. I might as well give them to you today!"

"Oh? Really?"

The old man in dragon robe responded calmly, but the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

"The first move..."

Yang Ge lowered his eyelids, and the vitality of the outside world rushed in.

The next second, the Lengyue sword suddenly bloomed with infinite dazzling brilliance.

The old man in dragon robe subconsciously narrowed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found that Yang Ge had disappeared from the spot. His eyes changed, and he jumped over without thinking.

But halfway through the rush, he suddenly stopped his body, turned around and punched behind him...

"Dang."

The blade of the Lengyue sword touched his skinny fist. The old man in dragon robe looked up at Yang Ge in surprise. He was just wondering about the weakness of the knife, and felt a cool air flowing into his body along his arm.

Yang Ge met his gaze and chuckled without a trace of smile: "This move is called 'cold'."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man in dragon robe felt that the coolness in his body suddenly turned into cold, bone-chilling cold!

The kind of coldness that seemed to freeze people's consciousness was like walking naked in the ice and snow in the cold winter when water turns into ice.

At the same time, negative emotions such as despair, confusion, and despair surged into his heart, suppressing his thoughts of fighting back.

That feeling was like a traveler who had lost supplies, was lost in the ice and snow, and had begun to lose temperature...

The old man in dragon robe gritted his teeth and tried his best to resist the strong despair and coldness that confused his mind. He clenched his fists and then unclenched them, and then unclenched them again.

He was lost, but Yang Ge was not lost.

After shaking his head and forcibly getting rid of those not-so-good memories in his mind, he swung the Cold Moon Sword and slashed at the dragon-robed old man's carotid artery... It was not that he didn't want to stab the old man's heart, but the old man had just demonstrated a body-protection skill that was no less than that of the black-robed old monk, and he was worried that he couldn't stab it in.

"Dang!"

Two dry fingers blocked the Cold Moon Sword, and the dragon-robed old man raised his eyelids and looked at Yang Ge with red eyes... It was the trace of murderous intent that Yang Ge leaked when he swung the sword that awakened him.

Yang Ge kicked him in the lower abdomen without hesitation, and used the force to fly back.

The dragon-robed old man flew after him, raised his palm and roared angrily: "The best in the world!"

A palm fell, and a sword energy burning with blazing golden flames slashed at Yang Ge in the air.

A ball of true energy exploded under Yang Ge's feet, pushing his body to fly into the sky like lightning, and he barely avoided the terrifying sword energy.

The next moment, a dazzling sword light suddenly burst out from his body, as bright as the sun across the sky, and in an instant, the sky and earth within a radius of dozens of miles were illuminated as if it were daytime.

The old man in dragon robe, who had missed the attack, looked up and shouted in shock: "Young man, do you want to die?"

This guy is clearly going to perish together with his enemies!

"The second move..."

Yang Ge's cold voice came from the bright sword light. Before he finished speaking, he had already fallen from the sky like a meteorite with a flame tail... That was a sign that the sword energy was too powerful and beyond his control.

The old man in dragon robe saw that he was coming too fast and could not avoid it. He could only cross his arms in front of his chest and roared angrily: "I am ordered by heaven and I am immune to all evil!"

In an instant, a magnificent palace with flowing light rose from the ground, protecting his skinny figure.

"Boom!"

The bright meteorite hit the towering palace virtual image, and the palace virtual image once again shone with golden light, resisting the meteorite.

The meteorite also emitted a vast and bright white light, which complemented the virtual image of the palace that seemed to be cast in pure gold.

At the right time, Yang Ge's still cold voice came from the meteorite: "This move is called 'regret'."

"Boom..."

The meteorite exploded brazenly, and the virtual image of the palace was shattered, and two figures spitting blood fell from the air.

Plop.

Plop.

The two sank into the snow, only four or five feet apart.

Yang Ge grabbed the Lengyue sword and struggled to climb out of the snow pit, leaning on the sword and stumbling towards another snow pit, leaving a bright red footprint with every step.

The hunchbacked old man who had lost his dragon robe and imperial crown also climbed out of the snow cave with his hands and feet. When he looked up, he saw Yang Ge, who was covered in blood and whose face could no longer be seen, still stumbling towards him with his knife. He finally felt cold in his heart...

"Mad man, all Han people are crazy!"

He roared in a broken voice, stumbling and fleeing in the opposite direction.

"Go..."

Yang Ge threw the Lengyue sword dizzily, but the Lengyue sword fell heavily into the snow with a "snap".

It was the move just now that exhausted the sword energy of the Lengyue sword.

"You useless thing, what's the point of me raising you!"

Yang Ge cursed angrily, bent down to pick up the Lengyue sword, and tried his best to speed up and chase forward.

But at this moment, he just felt cold all over, and his feet felt like they were stepping on cotton. He couldn't exert any strength. His whole body, inside and outside, was like steel needles piercing his flesh. Every movement was painful.

He stumbled and chased the hunchbacked old man for half a mile, taking deep and shallow steps, and finally approached him. He raised the Cold Moon Sword with all his strength, panting, and slashed at the old man's back...

"Swish!"

"Ah..."

The Cold Moon Sword cut a shallow wound half a foot long on the back of the hunchbacked old man, and the hunchbacked old man let out a heart-wrenching howl.

The hunchbacked old man, who was a top-notch warrior of the land immortal level, was only stabbed once, but he actually rolled forward like a lazy donkey, then got up and fled forward with his hands and feet, and his agile appearance was very much like a big black rat.

This was originally a very funny scene, but Yang Ge couldn't laugh at all at this moment.

Because he found that he couldn't catch up with the big black rat.

Yang Ge, who didn't believe in evil, also imitated the big black rat, lying on the snow and running forward with his hands and feet.

But his advantage of long hands and feet, which had given him the upper hand in the fight with others in the past, became a disadvantage now. Not only was it particularly difficult to climb, but his speed was also slow.

After a while, the shadow of the big black rat disappeared from his eyes.

Seeing the snowstorm getting stronger and stronger, Yang Ge knew that he could not delay any longer. He endured the severe pain and found a small hill with deep snow nearby. He sat cross-legged in the snow and tried to regulate his breathing.

After an unknown period of time, a chaotic and muffled sound of horse hooves appeared around, shouting and carefully searching for the snow around.

"Bang."

Yang Ge, who had recovered a little strength, rushed out of the snow, slashed a black and strong Tartar cavalryman with a knife to death, took his warhorse, and fled in a random direction.

Some Tartar cavalrymen chased him on horseback, but he chopped them in half with a backhanded knife.

The rest of the Tartar cavalry were frightened by his bravery and dared not chase him anymore. They could only watch him plunge into the endless snowstorm.

...

Seven days later, it was night.

Yang Ge, wearing a plain sheepskin coat and a bamboo hat, returned to Luting County in the wind and snow.

As the year draws to a close, and with heavy snow for days, the usually bustling Luting County has now become deserted and lonely. The long street covered with snow is empty, and there is only the sound of the wind in my ears. There are only a few lights.

Yang Ge, carrying a knife, walked home alone along the dark long street. The city was empty and my heart was empty.

When passing by Yuelai Inn, he found that the inn was not closed, and the lights were still on in the front hall.

He walked forward in surprise and lifted the thick windshield. In an instant, a wave of heat with rich copper pot mutton rushed towards him.

"Woof woof woof..."

The next moment, Xiao Huang came out from nowhere, raised his upper body and threw himself into his arms, crying excitedly.

"Second brother is back?"

"Second brother is back!"

"Second brother, you are finally back..."

Yang Ge held Xiao Huang in his arms and looked at him, and saw the whole hall full of copper pot heat, friends, and laughter.

Liu Mang, Shen Fa, Yang Tiansheng, Li Jincheng, Xiang Wudi, Fang Ke, Zhou Fu, Wang Yun, Wu Eryong, Jiang Kui, Li Qing, Xiao Baoqi, Niu Meng, Fu Qian, Xun Shi, Hu Qiang...

Facing their concerned eyes, Yang Ge grinned and wanted to laugh, but everything in front of him suddenly became blurred.

"Bang."

A figure crashed into his arms heavily, wrapped around his waist and howled loudly: "Wow, I thought you didn't want me..."

Yang Ge stretched out his hand a little stiffly and stroked the long hair of the person in his arms: "How could the second brother not want you..."

"Hahaha..."

Seeing this, everyone in the hall laughed in unison.

(Volume 3: A Cup of Wine in the Spring Breeze of Peach Blossoms·End)