The snow monster's arms are too long, fast, strong, thick skin, and heavy blood. His strength is simply amazing in the early stage of evolution, let alone how could Beilong think that he is invulnerable to swords and guns?

"Crack bang..."

The snow monster chewed the steel teeth that could smack stones and nipped them loudly. His blood-red little eyes were full of hatred. Even the tiger poison was not enough to eat. Moreover, the snow monster was actually intelligent. His big hand, like a palm fan, tightened little by little like a vise, and enjoyed the pleasure of revenge!

Beilong has never been in such a dangerous situation since his rebirth. This heavy snow monster is said to have the power to move mountains and cannot break free. Moreover, in such a short time, he has tried many martial arts such as Shaolin Golden Shredder and Wudang Golden Needle Finger to attack the arms of the heavy snow monster. However, it is useless. The power of the golden shovel point is not as powerful as the Chixiao Sword. The golden shovel point that specializes in breaking the golden bell covers the iron cloth shirt slipped on the hair of the heavy snow monster. The golden needle finger, which is known as "no strength and no strength", is just broken!

At this moment, Bei Long, who was in desperate situation, suddenly felt the flames in his Dantian suddenly turned over, but it turned out that Feng Hui Xiaojian was making a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace and stirred the flames in the Great River as if it was a pot!

Then Bei Long suddenly remembered that he had such a big killing weapon. His body memory was activated without thinking through his brain. It was like a dragon sucking water. The Fenghui Sword actually sucked the entire river of flames. The Fenghui Sword suddenly became red all over, and then turned into a fire light and rushed up. Bei Long subconsciously opened his mouth, and a golden light flew out "swish"!

"laugh--"

The golden light passed through the middle of the snow monster's eyebrows as fast as lightning. The snow monster, who was still irritable and fierce just now, suddenly froze all over.

The next moment, the big head of the big basin with a "bang" sound of snow monster exploded and blood mist filled the sky!

"Swish--"

The golden light flew around in the air and flew back automatically. Beilong subconsciously opened his mouth. The golden light flashed into Beilong's mouth. It did not have the bloody smell and no brains. It only felt a little fulfillment that came back after feeling that his body was hollowed out...

The headless corpse of the heavy snow monster shook twice, and finally fell back like a half-iron tower, hitting the frozen cliff and rumbling, and the thick ice layer cracked the spider web.

Beilong was not much better than him, and he couldn't help but pounce on the snow monster's belly.

The body was really hollowed out... Beilong's heart was so cold that the Fenghui little sword was really domineering, but the cost of using it once was too high. Not only did he squander all the internal energy of the Fire Dragon he had worked hard to cultivate, but he even drew all his energy and spirit...

You should know that the "Fire Dragon Sutra" is known as the most powerful and profound internal skills. It can't even offer Feng Hui Xiaojian to walk around for free. As for the spirit, it makes no sense. Beilong feels that even after playing One King Six, he has not been so empty for three days and three nights in a row. It's really a life-threatening life...

Bei Long gasped weakly on the stomach of the snow monster. It was extremely difficult for him to lift a finger. After playing with Feng Hui Xiaojian, it seemed that he had entered the sage time and was still motionless in his dantian. At this time, anyone could solve Bei Long.

Fortunately, there isn't.

Moreover, the "Fire Dragon True Sutra" is known as "the best magical skill in the world to return to the blue" and it is not a false reputation. Beilong has been lying for only a few minutes, and a little internal force of the fire dragon has been restored in his dantian. However, it is obvious that this little internal force of the fire dragon is not enough to allow Feng Hui Xiao Jian to revive the heroic wind, and Feng Hui Xiao Jian to continue the sage time...

However, Bei Long had the strength to stand up. He first took the Chixiao Sword back into the scabbard, then dragged the headless body of Zhaxi under the cliff, and kicked Zhaxi's head down with another kick. When it was the turn of the snow monster, he struggled, and sent Bei Long down to sweat.

After untiing the rope tied by Taxi, he threw it directly under the cliff to the evidence of destruction. As for blood stains, there was no need to deal with it. The heavy snow of goose feathers did not stop, and in a blink of an eye, the ice and snow covered all the cause and effect.

It is not suitable to stay in a place of right and wrong for a long time! Although Beilong has recovered some strength, he is still extremely weak. You should know that someone in the village of Zaxi and others may come over at any time. Not to mention anything else, it is just that strong woman like O'Neal who can drink a pot of Beilong. It is better to hurry up and leave.

Along the way he came, Beilong supported the Chixiao Sword as a crutch and staggered down the mountain tremblingly.

There are few traces of the Himalayas. Beilong thought it would be safe to walk more than ten miles away, but he didn't expect to see a man and a woman walking over. The man was wearing a leather felt hat and a leather Tibetan robe. He looked at the clothes alone and was a local. His face was as yellow as if he was seriously ill.

The woman, it was "O'Neal" who was flirting with the snow monster from last night to around 10 o'clock this morning!

Although "O'Neal" punched Beilong's chest with a small fist last night, Beilong's attention was all on the man at this moment. The man obviously had disguised himself, but his disguise level was really rubbish. Besides, Beilong and that man were old acquaintances, how could he not recognize him?

That man is firmly sitting in the fifth seat of the Holy Mahatma Club in the end of the world, and was once one of the eight heavenly kings of China—

Sword God, Feng Buhui!

When Feng Buhui was one of the eight heavenly kings in China, Bei Long also had a drink and chat with him, but no one expected that Feng Buhui would eventually betray China and embark on a heroic path that would do things in a rebellious way!

Bei Long knew that Feng Buhui's identity was the leader of the Sword Sect of Huashan Sect. Logically speaking, Feng Buhui should be still in Huashan at this time. Why did he suddenly appear here and still walk with "O'Neal"?

The thick woman quickly wanted to say something when she saw Bei Long, but somehow she couldn't open her mouth. Of course, even if she could speak, Bei Long couldn't understand it. She could only wink at Bei Long desperately.

Bei Long's eyes deliberately or unintentionally swept the hand that Feng Buhui and the thick woman were holding intimately. He already understood that the thick woman was controlled by Feng Buhui, but he could not point it out and even more impossible to fight for the thick woman and Feng Buhui. His body was extremely weak now, and he could not be Feng Buhui's opponent at all, let alone he didn't owe this thick woman anything. However, the village of Zhaxi still owed Bei Long a fairness, so he didn't believe that Zhaxi fooled him, and the villagers didn't know!
Chapter completed!