I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

Hao, the chief officer of Ice and Fire Valley, had a face as frosty as he stared at the white dragon hovering in the sky above.

"Heal other people, beware of other enemies." He calmly ordered.

Although the white dragon's tone was arrogant and conceited, the meaning behind his words faintly revealed that he did not come alone.

Sun Fangyuan responded, "Yes, senior brother."

Gao Tiansheng said: "This king is true to his word. Since the owner of the valley has made a choice, this king will definitely advance and retreat with your faction."

"Thank you, my lord." Guan Hao thanked him and didn't say any more, just stared at Huan Tianlong in the sky.

Huan Tianlong grinned grimly.

The next moment, a voice came from behind Guan Hao and Gao Tiansheng: "One or two, is there any difference?"

Guan Hao didn't turn his head back, and slapped backwards with his backhand.

The result was empty.

He still stared at Huan Tianlong in the sky.

On the huge dragon head, there was a very humanized mocking smile.

The next moment, the voice still came from behind Guan Hao and Gao Tiansheng:

"so……"

Halfway through the sound, there was a sudden pause.

Gao Tiansheng felt a sudden burst of heat behind him, as if a furnace burning the world was close at hand.

He secretly applauded.

Previously, Guan Hao's palm seemed to hit the air, but in fact, the force of his palm did not disperse.

The power of the Chilian Burning Gold Palm, one of the two supreme skills in the Valley of Ice and Fire, did not explode until this moment.

Huantianlong's supernatural powers are good at creating illusions, and at the same time, they can fly and move quickly.

Guan Hao calmly dealt with the demon who practiced the illusion of Heavenly Dragon Transformation in front of him. He was just trying to give him a head-on blow.

While Gao Tiansheng applauded secretly, he immediately turned around and drew his saber. He was about to slash out with Shangguan Hao's palm, inflicting heavy injuries on his opponent.

However, when he turned around, he found that there was nothing but raging fire.

With Guan Hao's palm, he just destroyed his own house.

"...So, is there a difference?" The other party's voice continued to ring.

But this time, it came from underground!

The ground under their feet suddenly collapsed.

A snow-white dragon claw stretched out from it, grabbing upwards.

Gao Tiansheng slashed down immediately.

But at this moment, Guan Hao shouted in his ears: "It's an illusion!"

The martial artist shouted out his masculine energy and blood, breaking the magic illusion.

At this time, Gao Tiansheng looked at his feet again. The ground was flat and intact. Where are the dragon claws sticking out?

He raised his head sharply and looked towards the sky.

The white dragon took a good rest, his eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Guan Hao's disciples have been injured a lot, please help me, my lord." Guan Hao and Bai Long looked at each other and said slowly.

Gao Tiansheng sighed: "Master Gu, be careful."

He rushed to help Sun Fangyuan and others.

Guan Hao stared at Huan Tianlong in the sky: "Who is your Excellency? Why did you come here? Your Excellency...from Chang'an?"

"No difference." Huan Tianlong smiled.

At the same time, the ground under Guan Hao's feet shattered, and a dragon claw stretched out.

Guan Hao's eyes flashed: "The demon soul splits?"

The opponent can suppress the soul of the eighth realm warrior, at least he is also the great devil of the ninth realm.

Therefore, Guan Hao was no exception to Huan Tianlong's ability to split the demon soul, and immediately slashed it down with his palm.

At the same time, he drew his knife out of its sheath.

The two great skills of the Ice and Fire Valley, the Chilian Burning Gold Palm and the Feixue Liantian Sword, were used by Guan Hao at the same time at this moment, and they both showed profound attainments.

Downward, the masculine blood is so hot that it seems to really turn into a raging fire, capable of burning gold and boiling iron.

Going upwards, the warm energy and blood seem to disappear, only the light of the knife is cold, rolling up the sky with flying snow, the light of the knife is like snowflakes, scattered and endless.

However, no matter whether it was the knife or the palm, it was all in vain.

Guan Hao drew his saber to prevent the Huan Tianlong in the sky and the demon soul clone below from attacking together.

However, the Huantian dragon in the sky did not move, it was still hovering there.

Guan Hao's knife naturally fell through.

It didn't matter, but he found that his palm down was also in vain.

What about the white dragon claw?

No, disappeared, never seemed to appear.

Even the cracks on the ground under his feet were also slapped by Guan Hao himself.

The previous broken traces have completely disappeared.

Illusion too?

I was also attacked by the opponent's phantom just now?

Guan Hao froze on the spot, looking up into the sky in disbelief.

"I just put in a little more effort." Huan Tianlong said with a smile, "There is no difference in the result."

When Guan Hao heard this, he immediately became angry.

Even if he told himself to calm down, he also became angry at this moment: "Your Excellency, you came to this faction to entertain someone?"

"You're right this time. It's indeed a pastime. I've been bored for too long, and it's rare to get some air."

Huan Tianlong's tone was a little more emotional.

Guan Hao holds the knife in both hands, and holds it up to the sky: "You, you are not qualified."

On the blade, the cold air enveloped, like a storm, freezing frost.

The ice and snow storm kept spinning, gradually expanding, and gradually turning into a tornado that shot straight into the sky.

The tornado continued to expand, covering a radius of tens of meters around.

Gao Tiansheng in the distance turned his head, and his heart moved when he saw this.

Guan Hao hasn't made a move in public for some years.

Now it seems that his strength has really improved.

Although not as good as King Qi, but among the ninth-level masters, his strength is already considerable...

As soon as Gao Tiansheng's thoughts turned to this point, he suddenly heard Huan Tianlong casually say in midair:

"I have."

While speaking, the scene of heaven and earth in mid-air was twisted strangely.

The blizzard that shot straight into the sky presented a strange twist.

At that moment, the storm was like a flat drawing paper.

Then several staggered black lines appeared on the drawing paper.

While the black line was moving, the blizzard in Gao Tiansheng's sight was actually divided into several sections as if distorted and misplaced.

The next moment, the black line disappeared.

The blizzard also dissipated.

Along with it, Guan Hao's treasured sword also disappeared.

And, he raised to the sky, his hands holding the knife.

Huan Tianlong, as a real dragon, has great supernatural powers, so how can it be that he only knows illusions.

The Huan Tianlong transformed by Ao Kong is different from his daughter.

If you really want to attack head-on, the power is extremely powerful.

Guan Hao screamed, his arms were broken at the elbow, and blood spurted wildly.

He couldn't believe it, and looked up into the sky: "Void... void intertwined... space... you comprehend the mysteries of space, you... you are not the ninth realm!"

Everyone around was shocked.

Huan Tianlong in mid-air narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Ninth Realm...now it is."

He seemed to lose interest suddenly, and casually suppressed Guan Hao's spirit.

Warriors work from the outside to the inside, and their tough spirit is built on the foundation of physical vitality and blood.

The body is seriously injured, and the energy and blood are weakened, and the spirit is listless.

Guan Hao's hands were cut off by Huan Tianlong, he was severely injured on the spot and lost a lot of blood.

If it were an ordinary person, he would pass out early.

Although Guan Hao could hold on, his spirit became weak.

At this time, Huan Tianlong suppressed him again, and he was powerless to fight back.

Seeing this, Sun Fangyuan wanted to help Guan Hao.

But suddenly a puddle of ink appeared in front of him.

Sun Fangyuan dodged in time, but saw more and more ink stains.

Ink dots walked densely in mid-air, surrounding him.

Except for what he thought, ink dots appeared around every Ice and Fire Valley disciple.

The ink dot suddenly turned into a large puddle of ink, covering the person, then returned to its original size, and then flew away.

One by one ink dots flew into one inkstone.

The person holding the inkstone is a girl who looks to be only in her early ten years.

Sun Fangyuan took a deep breath, first practiced the Burning Golden Palm with red, and transformed it into a fierce flame.

The evil spirit of the eighth-level martial arts expert, combined with the fierce and masculine flames, can indeed resist ink stains to a certain extent.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sun Fangyuan suddenly drew his saber out of its sheath, and savagely killed the girl with a snow-flying saber.

The opponent was obviously unusual, so Sun Fangyuan was merciless and shot with all his strength.

However, the girl's head was full of literary talent, which turned into a huge blank paper.

Sun Fangyuan's blizzard-like saber slashed at it, but failed to cut through the seemingly fragile white paper.

On the contrary, the saber energy dissolves.

Then the blank paper turned into a scroll, and the snowstorm painted on it could be faked.

Sun Fangyuan slashed with all his strength and was dissolved by the white paper, and the surrounding ink immediately surrounded him and wrapped him up.

Sun Fangyuan's body was filled with evil energy, causing the wrapped ink to twist continuously.

But after the ink fell back on the inkstone in the girl's hand, there was no more movement.

Gao Tiansheng looked at the girl: "Are you from Chang'an?"

Shen Herong, who looked like a girl, smiled slightly: "As my brother said, there is no difference."

She waved her hand, and the ink flew towards Gao Tiansheng.

Gao Tiansheng made a sound of Dahe, and cut out the long knife in his hand.

Although his strength was inferior to that of the chief official Hao of Ice and Fire Valley in the ninth level, Gao Tiansheng was stronger than Sun Fangyuan who was also in the eighth level.

Similar to martial arts, the Fengxue Sword inherited from the royal family of the Northern Qi Dynasty, its subtlety is even higher than the Binghuogu Flying Snow Sword.

However, Gao Tiansheng's slash was not for victory, but for a chance to escape.

Although he said that he would live and die with Ice and Fire Valley, but now that the Ice and Fire Valley is completely wiped out, Prince Gao has lived up to his promise if he persisted until the last moment.

What he has to work hard now is to try to escape and inform King Qi of the truth of what happened here in time.

It's a pity that Shen Herong was well prepared.

She pointed her fingers in the air, and Wenhua's talent condensed into a brush again.

However, this writing brush is much smaller than the rafter-like giant brushes of ordinary eighth-level Confucian practitioners.

Gao Tiansheng was curious at the beginning, but as the brush wrote a word "fixed" in the air, his figure was determined in mid-air!

Although Gao Tiansheng struggled with all his strength and was able to barely move, the brush soon wrote the word "Prisoner" again.

So he couldn't move for a moment.

The next moment, Gao Tiansheng was swallowed by the surrounding ink.

He reluctantly looked at the writing brush. Although it was much smaller than ordinary giant brushes, how could an ordinary Confucian practitioner in the same realm capture him so easily?

Gao Tiansheng, who was born in the royal family of the Northern Qi Dynasty and had extensive knowledge, suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, remembering a legend that he had only read in ancient books.

It is rumored that there is a genius with unparalleled literary talent, who can practice Confucianism to the eighth realm of governing the country, and he can get a fortune, even more than a giant pen like a rafter.

It is called, a stroke of genius!

Is that a stroke of genius?

Gao Tiansheng was surrounded by ink stains, his eyes were completely dark, and he could no longer see the brush.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly froze again.

The pen is a magic pen.

What about the ink, paper and inkstone?