Martial Arts: Defeat Liu Bai With A Sword At The Beginning And Suppress Snow Moon City

The ice on the lake has broken into pieces and is floating on the water.

The entire lake was shrouded in thick white mist.

Those are blown up snow and ice chips.

I don't know how long it took before the fog that made it difficult to see things gradually dissipated.

Nangong Pushe stood on the huge ice floe, her pure white clothes tearing gently in the wind.

The aura on her body has undergone earth-shaking changes.

A faint stream of light surrounded her body, and her face, as charming as a white fox, became as transparent as jade.

There was light dancing in her eyes, with an elusive charm and cold arrogance.

Anyone who is just glanced at by these eyes will feel very happy. However, in the process of enjoying, they will fall into the abyss unknowingly.

That kind of cold and aloof aura seems so far away that it doesn't belong to this time and space.

How great is the martial arts in the Temple of War?

That doesn't belong to this world at all, or it doesn't belong to human martial arts at all.

Even if it is just the tip of the iceberg in the Temple of War, it is a dimensionality-reducing blow to the Martial Artist of this world.

Although, Nangong Pushe didn't understand much.

However, Lu Zhong personally guided him, and his body had been baptized by the power of Haoran Qi and the God of War.

Today's Nangong Pushe has been completely transformed and aspires to reach the pinnacle of Martial Dao.

In this world, she can easily kill most of the Martial Artists with one hit.

At this moment, Snow Moon City is filled with auspicious clouds, and countless cranes and birds are making pleasant calls, echoing in the sky.

Nangong Pushe looked deeply at Lu Zhong who was standing on the other side of the ice floe.

That figure was still so indifferent, as if he already knew all this.

In a daze, Yuanyi Pushe had an illusion.

The person standing on the ice floe is not a person, but a legend that has been passed down from eternity.

That legend surpassed all the bizarre stories in the book and surpassed all her wild fantasies.

Unknowingly, Nangong Pushe's adoring eyes were filled with fanatical worship.

On the coast of the East China Sea, Martial Emperor City.

The waves were thundering, and the sea was already turbulent.

Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up

The sharp sunlight penetrated from the dark clouds in the sky, piercing the mottled wall of the Martial Emperor's city like a sword.

There are countless swords stuck on the majestic and towering city wall.

Those swords reflected the cold light in the sunlight and shone brightly.

Wang Xianzhi, the lord of Martial Emperor City, is known as the second best in the world.

Over the years, countless people have come to Martial Emperor's city to challenge him.

The densely packed swords on the city wall are the swords of the losers.

Among them, Lao Huang's Huang Lujian was also there.

Although Wang Xianzhi claims to be second in the world, in fact he has no rivals.

For sixty years, he had no opponent.

All those who came to Martial Emperor City to challenge were defeated by him.

Wang Xianzhi is the nightmare of all martial arts practitioners in the world, and is also an insurmountable peak for all Martial Artists.

Although the Martial Emperor City is located in the Liyang Dynasty, as long as Wang Xianzhi is still there, the Martial Emperor City has never listened to the orders of the Liyang Dynasty.

In fact, Wang Xianzhi is indeed a very conceited martial artist.

The reason why it is called the second is to commemorate the time when Li Chungang dominated the world with one man and one sword.

Another reason is that he has been looking forward to someone being able to defeat him and become the real number one in the world. .