Chapter 301: Ten Thousand Golden Stars, Snow Dragon
As soon as Zhao Siqi entered the door, the white-haired man had already landed in front of the old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist summoned his magical powers, smeared blood on the bamboo stick in his hand again, and was ready for battle.
The white-haired man was covered in snow, and nothing could be seen clearly.
Zhao Siqi turned sideways from the window to look at the white-haired man, his heart beating violently.
He prayed silently: "Brother Mingfu, oh Brother Mingfu, come and save me!"
Although he hadn't taken action yet, Zhao Siqi already knew that the old Taoist was no match for this white-haired monster.
Without the snow corpses consuming his magic power, perhaps he would still be able to fight. After being surrounded by the snow corpses, he would probably have to fight for his life.
The old Taoist priest was a little dazed when facing the white-haired man because he had not seen him for a long time.
At that moment, he seemed to have returned to decades ago when his master took him to Futian River to subdue the water monster.
At that time, he was a rookie. Facing the huge pig dragon in the water, his whole body stiffened and his legs trembled. If his master had not rescued him, he would have been bitten to death by the pig dragon.
But in order to save him, the master also lost an arm.
The master didn't blame him back then, but he couldn't bear the inner condemnation and kept brooding over it.
Later, when his master passed away and the family was divided, he took the initiative to leave and gave Lotus Mountain to his master's son.
After a few thoughts, he came to his senses.
Facing this white-haired man, he seemed to be back to the time when he faced the Pig Dragon, and was shocked by the demon's terrifying power.
The old Taoist stared at the white-haired man with his sunken eye sockets, without waiting for him to make the first move, because the weak did not have the power to defend, the only way was to attack!
The bamboo stick was waved, and a red light suddenly appeared, like a fire dragon flying, shining red in the wind and snow, and suddenly stabbed at the white-haired man.
The snow silk all over the white-haired man's body was flying. As the fire dragon approached, the flying snow silk suddenly turned from soft to hard, and exploded one by one, turning into extremely sharp spikes.
The sharp spikes extended outward, almost stabbing the approaching Taoist priest into a hedgehog.
The old Taoist remained calm in the face of danger, bit his tongue hard and spat out a mouthful of blood foam.
But what he sprayed out was not like blood foam, but more like thousands of golden stars, or even more like spitting out a scorching sun.
Pure Yang fire gushed out of his mouth, burning a big hole in the soft and hard snow silk. The old Taoist's bamboo stick went straight in and pierced into the white hair.
The white-haired man was hit and flew backwards. The snow silk on his body kept breaking apart, taking away the power of the Pure Yang True Fire, revealing the man among the white hair.
This is a beautiful woman with skin like ice and snow, completely different from your frozen corpses.
Only when the woman opened her eyes could one see the inhuman silence.
In just a moment, the melted snow silk grew out from the woman's body again, and in just two breaths, she was wrapped in thick white hair again.
The old Taoist showed a bitter expression. If he failed to hit the target with one blow, he would only be beaten.
But the woman did not rush to attack, as if she was frightened by his sword. Instead, she confronted him in the wind and snow.
But this confrontation is not a good thing for Lao Dao.
All his abilities are based on the pure Yang energy in his body, which is as strong as fire, but cannot be sustained for long.
His actions were like aggression and fire, tough and brutal, but he would soon burn out. Neither his blood essence nor the mana in his body could sustain him in a long fight.
His breath gradually weakened, and the white-haired man keenly noticed this. In an instant, he pounced on the old Taoist.
She was not walking, but flying, bringing with her wind and snow. The cold arrived before she arrived.
Frost quickly formed on the old Taoist's eyebrows, and before his eyes there was a flash of light, the white-haired hand reached out to his chest.
The old Taoist tried to block with his bamboo stick, but the hand just shook and disappeared from in front of him, and reappeared behind him.
With a loud crash.
The old Taoist flew backwards and hit a bamboo fence, breaking it into pieces. The bamboo stick in his hand also flew out and sank into the snow.
The old Taoist felt that his back had completely lost all feeling. He fell backwards to the ground, unable to move at all.
Blue frostbite appeared on his face, and he couldn't even tell whether he was burned by the fire or frozen by the snow.
The woman approached slowly, but was not in a hurry to take his life. She just looked at him quietly.
The old Taoist felt his whole body stiff, with death and corpse energy running rampant in his body. He suddenly understood why there were so many snow corpses in this village.
The frozen ghosts killed by this woman will turn into snow corpses.
The old Taoist tried his best to mobilize his magic power and managed to gather the pure yang fire in his chest again to protect his heart meridians so that he would not turn into a snow corpse.
The woman let out a soft "eh", and the sound was like cracking ice.
She walked towards the old Taoist priest, and with just a stretch of her hand, the pure Yang fire would be extinguished.
Bang!
A porcelain cup spun and hit the woman on the head.
The white-haired woman behind her caught the porcelain cup. She reached out to take it down, threw it to the ground, and turned to look at Zhao Siqi.
The old Taoist cursed in his heart: "Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!"
Zhao Siqi came out of the door, his chest heaving violently, and said, "Come on! Beast! I'm not afraid of you!"
He threw another porcelain cup at the woman, but she smashed it with a wave of her hand.
The woman looked at Zhao Siqi, her white hair billowing, as if she was irritated by him. The next moment, she pounced towards Zhao Siqi!
"Brother Mingfu, help me!"
Zhao Siqi screamed!
He seemed to hear a low laugh in his ears, saying: "Don't panic, leave it to me."
Zhao Siqi lost control of his body and Gong Mengbi took over.
He seemed to be a third party watching, and saw himself looking up at the wind and snow, reaching out and gently grabbing it.
The howling snowstorm stopped beside him, and the woman who rushed towards him stretched out her hand, and the white and soft snow silk fluttered, about to touch his chest.
But in a blink of an eye, the oncoming wind and snow and the woman who rushed towards them flew back at an even faster speed, crashing into the village house, causing dirt and dust to fly everywhere.
He saw himself walking slowly towards where the woman had fallen, his feet on the snow but leaving no footprints.
The howling snow and wind swirled behind him and turned into a swimming dragon. As he pointed his hand lightly, it lifted up the house and rushed towards the white-haired woman.
The woman let out a sharp scream, and a pair of wings emerged from the snow silk and flew towards the sky.
But no matter how fast she was, she could not be faster than the Wind and Snow Dragon.
The flying dragon seemed to be holding a pearl in its mouth, biting the woman in its mouth.
With a snap.
As if ice was cracking, the woman turned into fluttering snow threads and dissipated in the wind and snow.
The dragon danced in the air, gradually disappeared, and turned into wind and snow.
Zhao Siqi was distracted and his feet sank into the snow, burying his ankles.
Gong Mengbi has left.
But he didn't care anymore. He rushed into the snow pile, dug out the old Taoist's stiff body, and ran back to the house with him on his back.
"Don't die!"
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