long night walk

Chapter 737: The Showdown Between Ice and Fire
The price of the third round of auction was finally set at the price quoted by Shen Jibai.

But the small hammer in the auctioneer's hand didn't have a chance to strike.

In the middle of the field, accidents happened suddenly.

A tall and slender middle-aged man appeared on the questioning platform without warning.

"I didn't expect it to be really you." The man stood on the side of the coffin.

Like a mourner.

He ignored the shocked and uproar audience.

His shoulders drooped slightly, and his head was lowered.

The middle-aged man didn't wear a mask. He had heroic facial features, clear and three-dimensional, and his thick black eyebrows were like two sharp swords, slanting across the sides of his hair.

With a complex expression, the man slowly stretched out a palm and inserted it into the coffin.

It seems to want to uncover the covering tape on the face of the person in the coffin.

But when his eyes touched the skin on the ancient corpse's slightly shriveled face, his palm trembled uncontrollably, and the stiffness stopped.

He sighed softly, after all, he didn't have the courage.

Turning her fingers lightly, she picked up a scorching red lotus and placed it on the shoulder of the person in the coffin:
"It's too late...too late...I've let you wander for so many years, Uncle Su will take you home now."

Seeing the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared on the stage, Ying Xiu died as if struck by lightning, his mind went into confusion with a bang.

Although Shen Jibai is a genius of the spiritual root, after all, only Takumi can cultivate.

He couldn't look at him, couldn't sense the aura of the person on the stage, and said calmly: "What? Someone came to mess things up?"

"It's Su Guanhai...it's Su Guanhai of Taixuanzong! How could he come here! How could he be interested in a coffin?" Yingxiu looked at the unexpected visitor in a daze.

Taixuanzong had always been inseparable from the Zhongyou Dynasty, and the only bond was the marriage letter between him and Su Jing 200 years ago.

It's just that the marriage contract has already been counted, even if it is counted, the person Su Guanhai should care about should be him.

Why did he appear in this filthy dark city for a mere coffin? !
He is the dignified Suzerain of Taixuanzong!The first of the three ways!

"Oh? It's Su Zongzhu? That's not surprising." Compared with Ying Xiu's shock, Shen Jibai was always calm.

He put away the doll in his arms, rubbed the center of his brows wearily, and said: "Tonight, the coffin cannot compete with him. Come to think of it, Palace Master Yin and Baili Yu should also be there, right?"

Although Shen Jibai is alienated from the world and treats people indifferently, his temperament is very cultivated.

He is the prince of the ancient Yin country, but he has never been arrogant, and he still treats the leader of the world with respectful words and addresses.

But for some reason, he only called Sword Master Tianxi by his name, without concealing his loathing and hatred.

Ask the maid of the auctioneer on the platform to have no idea what happened.

The barrier around him hadn't been broken, but the person on the stage showed no signs of coming.

Inside the Yulou, the guards of the cabinet rushed to the stage like a tidal wave, trying to take down the troublemaker.

The man in white on the stage felt noisy.

He lifted his arms lightly, like holding the sky and the earth, and a breeze blew through the wide sleeves.

The breeze was slightly warm, like the scorching wind in the grassland in summer, and the crowds of people who were besieged from all directions were blown away like misty cooking smoke.

The weapons in their hands, and the masks on their faces, turned into ashes little by little like sand, revealing countless terrified faces on a sheet of paper.

Su Guanhai's clear and sharp eyebrows were instantly stained with murderous intent, and his bulging sleeves fluttered.

He snorted coldly, after all he did not choose to break the ring of killing in front of this coffin.

He held the edge of the coffin with a hollow palm in one hand, and the wind swelled. With the force of his wrist, the ancient purple-gold coffin, which weighed a thousand pounds, was forcibly sucked off the ground with a bang.

At this moment, the strong wind was suddenly torn a huge hole.

In the gap, a star-speeding figure descended from the sky.

The body of that figure was covered with a semicircle of fog, frost and ice, and the huge and overbearing aura made the space buzz and tremble, causing the entire ground and attic to tremble violently, like a huge snow mountain covering the top!

The boots on the man's feet smashed through the space and the strong wind one after another, the ice splashed and the frost continued, and the friction and interweaving sounded like an avalanche.

Finally, a pair of feet landed heavily on the edge of the coffin on the other side.

The Zijin coffin that was lifted up suddenly sank with a loud noise.

Dozens of slender cracks spread rapidly at the place where Wenjun Terrace was in contact with the ancient coffin, and where the cracks intersected, particles of ice dust like silver flakes splashed out.

In the scream of the auctioneer, she was knocked out in the long rolling smoke, along with the barrier that suddenly collapsed into countless fragments of yellow light.

Su Guanhai looked at the ancient coffin embedded between the countertops with his hands motionless, and the intact corpse inside the coffin.

With a helpless face, he said, "Brother Dufeng, are you going to fight over this?"

Ying Xiu looked at Shen Jibai with a complicated expression, his face was very pale.

Shen Jibai really hit the mark.

After Su Guanhai, Yin Dufeng, the lord of Cangwu Palace, also came here for this purple gold coffin? !
So the father also...

Ying Xiu was extremely confused, and became more and more flustered about the identity of the person in the coffin.

Even if he took ten thousand steps back, if that person was really his brother who inherited Zhongyou Zixue, no matter how noble his status was, how could he attract these two people to come out of the mountain together?
Looking at Shen Jibai's all-knowing appearance, Ying Xiu had the illusion that he was an outsider instead.

"Who wants to fight with you?"

The palace lord, Yin Dufeng, picked his nostrils angrily, and stared at the ancient corpse in the coffin blankly.

There was a bit of disgust in his eyes: "Speaking of which, this is the first time I've seen this kid. With such a thin and weak physique, I really don't know how my daughter can see him right."

Although Yin Dufeng has an elegant name, he is actually a complete hob meat.

Although he, Su Guanhai and Sword Master Yu are both the heads of the three sects, as one of the strongest thousand-year-old immortals in the world.

But just from the appearance, there is no sense of immortality in his whole body.

He has a square face, a straight nose and a wide mouth, thick hair and bushy eyebrows, and he has the appearance of a tall and thick tough man.

Coupled with the innate fearless expression, it doesn't look like a fairy, but more like a gangster.

That demeanor is thousands of miles away from Su Guanhai's.

Su Guanhai smiled slightly, and the palm of his empty hand suddenly fell into place, and the huge atmosphere of burning red lotus surged up behind him, dispelling the coldness and frost of the opponent, and the stamens of the crimson fireworks gently swayed, stretching towards Yin Dufeng's feet .

"Since Brother Dufeng doesn't like it, why bother to win love? This child is also my favorite, and now I bring it back to Nanze, it would be the best."

Yin Dufeng looked at the flames spreading from under his feet, his brows furrowed, his feet trembled, his whole body jumped up, his feet stomped, and a phantom of a snow mountain rose from the sky!

He stood on the top of the snow-capped mountain, his eyebrows as thick as black silkworms were furrowed vigorously, and his expression was as majestic as a thunder god's anger.

"Don't do this! This short-lived brat died in your Taixuanzong back then! Take him back, do you have the qualifications?!"

As soon as the words fell, Yin Dufeng held a mass of radiance that was chilling to the bone, shining like stars, and between his hands, the whole Yulou seemed to be in the cold winter. Fall down and die.

The power of his palm poured down like an upside-down glacier waterfall, enveloping the purple-gold coffin.

In an instant, a thick layer of frost condensed around the ancient coffin, and the spiritual power in the ice flowed rapidly, and outsiders were not allowed to touch it!
Su Guanhai let out a breath slowly, and said: "If Su Moumou remembers correctly, the person who turned this child away back then was Brother Yin, right?"

It has been more than two hundred years since the three sects were in harmony with each other, but in private, the relationship between Su Guanhai and Yin Dufeng has not been too bad.

He used to call him Brother Dufeng, but if he changed his name to Brother Yin, it meant that he was getting angry.

Yin Dufeng laughed sarcastically: "Do you think you can cure Hei Wazi's soul-leaving disease if you bring this ancient coffin back to Nanze?"

When he heard Heiwazi's name, Su Guanhai's eyes became more angry, and his words were quite sharp:
"Even if I hand over this coffin to you, brother Yin, is it possible that brother Yin really dares to bring this coffin to your little niece? If you really want to undo the backlash of the heart-robbing oath you made back then, you might as well spend more effort Go look for the ashes of Zheng Siyan, son of the Ghost Sect, after all, that was the son-in-law that you personally chose by Brother Yin."

Yin Dufeng, who has always been simple and straightforward, has never won against Su Guanhai, a sinister guy, in quarrels.

Hearing Zheng Siyan's name, he flew into a rage, like a cat with its tail plucked: "I think you are itchy, old boy!"

He flipped his palm, shattering the snow-capped mountains beneath his feet.

Collapsing mountains, cracking snow, the city is about to rush!
The avalanche of falling rocks made everyone in the field feel like they were on the scene themselves, turning into the fine sand in the turbulent snow-colored river between the vast sky and the earth, pitifully engulfed by the powerful and domineering aura.

The disaster of extinction!

This is the four-character description that emerged tacitly in everyone's mind at the same time!

The strongest Tribulation Transcending Immortal in the world is really different!

Wenjun Terrace sank inch by inch at an astonishing speed, and the cracks became more and more cracked.

In the Tianzihao room on the fourth floor, the third lady who was watching the battle in front of the window lattice disappeared at some point.

The pupils made of gems of the puppet sitting in front of the sand table gradually faded out, and the puppet sat down and tilted his head lifelessly.

The floors began to collapse layer by layer, and the wood dust splashed in the air. Countless figures hurried out from the wing room and began to flee.

In the Xuanzihao room, Princess Qin's footing was unsteady, she frowned and supported the window.

The two young masters of Xindao Cangwu Palace and Taixuanzong can always fight together when they meet, so why is it that they don't stop when they reach their parents' generation?
She is no longer the high-spirited female general who fought with the sword master in the past. Her spiritual root has long been destroyed, and she has no spiritual power, let alone cultivation.

Ordinary monks still have the power to protect themselves under the influence of such a battle.

But even if she fell from these four floors, she might be injured and her life might be in danger.

But the eldest princess didn't show any panic. The moment the floor under her feet shattered, the space around her twisted and changed, and a man in black armor walked through the sky: "Your Highness, I'm sorry."

The man in black armor hugged her horizontally, and a pair of steel wings burst out behind him. After a few flashes in the air, he left the affected area.

Facing the cold and heavy frost that hit his face, Shen Jibai raised his arm casually, put up a finger, and a semicircular light film suddenly formed in front of the fingertip, blocking the frost air visible to the naked eye Come.

Ying Xiu was not so lucky. He was swept away by the momentum, caught off guard, and sucked in a breath of cold air wrapped in dust and frost.

The icy cold breath contained countless fine and sharp ice knives, which made his lungs feel cold and almost nauseated.

His face was pale, his body trembled from the pain, his heart was beating so fast that it almost burst his chest.

What are those two talking about...

A scorching red lotus swayed gracefully in the thick frosty mist covering the sky.

Su Guanhai didn't take a step back, and his beard and hair didn't even show a trace of frost. He raised his fist with one hand, like a painting of Tai Chi, and blasted several punches from the sky.

A few seemingly ordinary punches blasted out a sea of ​​thunder and sound, and the air above the punches trembled and burned. Amidst the bursts of explosions, Yin Dufeng, who was standing high above the sky, had three inches deep imprints on his chest. fist marks.

Yin Dufeng took a long breath of heaven and earth energy, and while his robe was bulging, he slapped it down with his palm, and a strong wind blew inside Yulou, and a huge ice tree broke through the ground and slammed into Su Guanhai's body.

Su Guanhai's body flew high, and with a step on his toes, the huge ice tree that looked like a cold dragon awakened broke and collapsed inch by inch.

Yin Dufeng took a long breath, bent down and rushed down.

The two figures were engulfed by the two poles of profound light of the silver frost and bright fire, and the faces of everyone who only dared to watch from a distance turned pale. It was a great blessing to be able to see the battle between the two sect leaders.

But when they saw this shocking scene with their own eyes, they felt a sense of despondency and powerlessness in their hearts.

This made them clearly realize that the distance between them and the strong men standing at the top of the world is not just mountains and seas.

In the invisible space, the cold current is rushing, and the fire is burning.

The most domineering and most conflicting forces in the world are colliding fiercely, from the aura that faces each other far away to the collision of fists and fists.

The two terrifying powers were gradually received and paid into the two people's bodies without any leakage. Every blow was extremely precise, and the most domineering power was hit to each other.

Under this fierce contest, even the distant heaven and earth are constantly responding, and the solemn, majestic and majestic weather continues to rise and fall in the ice and fire, as if the sun and the moon are about to be swallowed without a trace.

The thick ice on the ancient coffin melted into water little by little, and soon, the water turned into mist.

Wenjun Terrace was completely destroyed, and countless dense pit marks appeared on the solid Qinggang stone ground amidst the dull sound of collisions.

As two fists with different attributes and spirits crossed and landed obliquely in the air, the two people, who were full of fighting spirit, were evenly matched in strength, and were finally forced by the opponent to show a chilling intent.

The two successfully provoked each other's anger by mocking each other's daughter's shortcomings. After a long stalemate, the two finally lost their last patience.

Unexpectedly, the battle that gradually got out of control caused the two of them to lose their sense of proportion, and the slanting fist fell impartially, right on the ancient purple gold coffin.

Even the purple bamboo in the Fanlin of the West Sea could hardly withstand the attack of two thousand-year-old immortals.

Under the astonished expressions of Yin Dufeng and Su Guanhai, the ancient coffin that had not been damaged or decayed for a hundred years collapsed like a rotten wood!

Among them, the well-protected corpse was blown out by the terrifying force.

The two of them couldn't care less about fighting to find a place for their daughter, they swished into two swift shadows and rushed down, panicked and nervous to pick up the innocent implicated corpse.

(End of this chapter)