In such an environment, Luo Jiujiang walked alone. The cold world and the long journey were a high-intensity test of his physique and physical strength, while the unchanging scenery was a long torture to his patience.
A sudden change, and being thrown into a seemingly hopeless world, would have overwhelmed an ordinary young man with doubt and fear, and he would have been mentally unable to bear it. However, Luo Jiujiang's bones seemed to be made of iron and steel. Not to mention stopping in hesitation, he didn't even bend his back during the entire journey.
Since when, Luo Jiujiang's breathing has been rising and falling at an extremely stable frequency. The rhythm of his inhalation and exhalation is exactly the same as the sound of the wind on the snowy field.
His gaze also slightly unfocused. It wasn't the kind of distraction that came from physical exhaustion or a mental exhaustion, but a more mysterious, more confident kind of distraction. It seemed as if his eyes weren't just focused on the road ahead; they were encompassing every direction in his field of vision.
At this moment, his perception was stretched to its limit. The sound of the wind sweeping across the snow, the slowly falling flakes, and the line of black that finally appeared in the distance were all clearly reflected in his perception.
The black line reflected in the eyes was a towering, leafless forest.
The long and arduous journey seemed to be finally coming to an end.
Luo Jiujiang slightly quickened his pace, and the distance between him and the dense forest gradually shortened. Just as he was about to step into the forest, Luo Jiujiang's perception suddenly tightened!
Without thinking, Luo Jiujiang turned around and swung his knife, and swept his leg across neatly, instantly rolling up a large cloud of flying snow like mist, which blocked Luo Jiujiang and the strong man who suddenly appeared from under the snow like a curtain.
With a clang, Luo Jiujiang's night-like long sword collided with the sword blade that stabbed silently from under the snow. The next moment, a bearded man laughed loudly, and nimbly jumped out from under the thick snow. Taking advantage of the momentum of stretching his body in mid-air, he held the broadsword in both hands and chopped down at Luo Jiujiang's head with a roar!
The man's eyes were sharp, and a scar spanning most of his face was visible. A smile from his lips evoked a scorching, bloody stench. Luo Jiujiang, exhausted from the journey, didn't want to confront him directly. He stomped his foot hard, stretched his arms, raised his head, and slid backwards at high speed, dodging the opponent's powerful first strike.
The attack missed, and the man looked a little surprised, licking his lips with his tongue.
Luo Jiujiang held the knife across his body and said coldly, "You want to kill me?"
The man stared at Luo Jiujiang and slowly revealed a malicious smile: "The blood of a brat like you is the sweetest."
Luo Jiujiang's pupils suddenly shrank! Thinking of what he had just seen, he couldn't help but sternly asked: "You want to eat me?"
"You're comparing me to those starving Qi-refining cultivators?" The man chuckled and charged forward with his sword. "Don't worry, after I chop off your head, you brat, I'll only drink your first sip of blood."
Judging from what he said, cannibalism seems to be the norm for Qi-refining cultivators who have failed to fast!
What the hell is this place?
Before Luo Jiujiang could even pause in shock at the implication of his words, the man's sword tip was already close to Luo Jiujiang's neck. Luo Jiujiang blocked it with his backhand, taking advantage of this moment of opportunity to look directly into the man's eyes, only to see a frenzied, scarlet killing intent.
His opponent was a battle-hardened cultivator at the second level of foundation building.
The two of them only exchanged two or three moves, which was enough for Luo Jiujiang to make a basic judgment: Although this person's cultivation is one level lower than Du Chuan, he is one level more difficult to deal with than Du Chuan.
——His master was right, Du Chuan was indeed a useless thing.
Although his cultivation level wasn't as good as the other person's, it wasn't impossible to make up for it elsewhere. Luo Jiujiang only raised his eyes to glance at the man's expression and made up his mind.
When he'd previously dealt with Du Chuan, he'd exploited his inexperience and the fact that he was vulnerable to open defenses. Simply breaking through Du Chuan's seemingly impenetrable first layer of defense would have given Luo Jiujiang countless opportunities. However, the man before him, though seemingly rough and careless, was actually a veteran who had lived through the mortal coil. Each move was precise and concise, leaving no room for Luo Jiujiang to exploit.
But even so, the opponent is not without weaknesses.
This man has a high opinion of himself and underestimates his enemies.
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