The soft sword in Tang Long's hand shook, and a silver light cut through the vast white area. Dozens of snowflakes were worn on the soft sword. The distance between them could not be seen much difference with the naked eye.

"It's still a little bit." Tang Long's face showed dissatisfaction. Others could not see the difference with their naked eyes, but he was a person with accurate instinct. How could he not see the distance between them, or was there any difference?

After saying this, Tang Long suddenly pulled off his upper body's clothes and rushed into the snow with his upper body naked from the covered area on the deck.

In such a cold, even if the third-level purple moon warrior does not do a good job of keeping cold, there is a possibility that he will be frozen to death, let alone Tang Long?

What's more, the wind speed here has turned these heavy snowflakes into lethal things. If you don't have energy to protect your body, even if you reach the level 1 Purple Moon Warrior's physical strength, you may become a "blood man" in half a minute.

But Tang Long was not afraid. After rushing into the snow, he moved and took a closer look. Isn’t it just a tiny body technique? And it is even more powerful than the body technique used by Tang Ling. The flowing water realm is already so obvious, because at this moment, Tang Long’s figure looks like a figure like water.

But after less than three minutes of using this, Tang Long was already a little tired, and his naked upper body was steaming with heat.

He returned to the covered area, picked up a pot of water at hand, drank it in a big mouthful, then wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, and began to check his body.

With such dense snow, who would have thought that there were only less than ten red marks on Tang Long's body?

Even so, Tang Long was dissatisfied with the result.

"It's a little worse again." Tang Long looked at the snow all over the sky and said to himself again. According to Hei Lao, if he could hold on in such dense snow for three minutes without leaving any scars, then his body movements would have officially entered the realm of flowing water.

This is no longer a miracle for a quasi-Purple Moon warrior.

Tang Long was a little anxious, no wonder he was. His vision along the way was so high that even Tang Ling could not match, because he saw all the attacks from the top ten top experts!

This will make his weakness more and more prominent. Tang Long occasionally forgets that he is still a teenager, and he is just a quasi-Purple Moon Warrior. Like Tang Ling, he often ignores the so-called level when measuring whether he is powerful or not.

At this moment, a slight sound of footsteps sounded on the deck.

Tang Long looked up and saw that it was Hei Lao walking on the snow and appeared on the deck.

During these days, Tang Long always felt that Hei Lao and the others were a little worried. Although they could not be sad, they could always feel the heaviness.

They didn't say this, nor did Tang Long ask, but it was probably related to the search for the ancestral temple?

In a blink of an eye, the old man had already walked to Tang Long, and the snow on his body was not stained with snow.

"Old Hei, I still haven't comprehended the sword of constant, nor have I broken through the realm of flowing water." Tang Long seemed a little embarrassed.

"In three days, prepare to advance to the Purple Moon Warrior." Hei Lao looked at the snowflakes in the sky and suddenly said this.

"But, I think..." Tang Long seemed a little anxious.

"You have reached the limit and have achieved the ultimate. I think it's great. Just three days, and we will abandon the ship in three days." said the Hei Lao.

"But if it was Tang Ling..." Tang Long said in a low voice. He still didn't want to lose to his younger brother. This was not jealousy, but had become a driving force for moving forward.

Hearing this sentence, a trace of worry and sadness appeared in Hei Lao's eyes, which was sensitively captured by Tang Long.

"Old Hei, do you think I haven't let go yet? Actually..." Tang Long was afraid that Old Hei would misunderstand something, and his heart was knotted that it was useless to practice. Old Hei kept saying this.

"No, I know you let it go, and I know that you actually care about Tang Ling, you have always cared about it." Hei Lao said this, and then looked at Tang Long.

Tang Long was a little shy, but he didn't expect that this expression would be exactly the same as the shy that Tang Ling was used to. He was indeed a real brother.

"But, I don't want to hide it anymore." The old man sighed.

"What are you hiding?" Tang Long raised his eyebrows, and suddenly felt a hint of not wanting to hear it.

"Tang Ling... is dead." Hei Lao said very directly. This is something that Tang Long must face and bear.

"Haha." Tang Long smiled unconsciously: "Hei Lao, it's impossible. If I die a hundred times, my younger brother will be alive."

The black old man silently took out the recorder, and the cruel scene appeared in front of Tang Long.

On the deck, Tang Ling half-kneeled, hugged the other side, looked up, and a smile appeared on his face, with a clear farewell smile.

Then the ship fell into a crack.

"Actually, there is a complete record. When will you calm down, please read it." Hei Lao wanted to take back the recorder.

Tang Long grabbed the recorder, his expression was both confused and unbelievable.

He grabbed the recorder tightly, stood up, walked into the heavy snow without wearing any clothes on his upper body, and then sat down cross-legged.

"Old Hei, my heart is a little hot, it's so comfortable." He looked up and explained.

The old man wanted to stop it, but without stopping it, silently opened the energy cover for Tang Long.

Tang Long looked resistant: "Old Hei, I feel uncomfortable like this."

It seems that the child's reaction is even more serious than he imagined... Hei Lao felt an indescribable sadness in his heart, but he finally removed the energy cover.

No matter how he faced it, it was his own business. He had to pass this level. This was the idea that Hei Lao had not changed.

In the snow, Tang Long adjusted the recorder and began to see the complete record from beginning to end.

The wind sucked the snow and ruthlessly whipped Tang Long's body again and again. First, it left red marks after red marks, and then the red marks were stacked, and a trace of blood oozed out. As time passed, it directly cracked into bloody holes...

The low temperature caused the warm blood to condense quickly at the beginning, and then it was cut open, making Tang Long tremble all over. He seemed to be ignorant and just stared at the influence left by the recorder.

His lips were pursed very tightly, and he was bleeding until he was tight. In fact, he didn't have to care. The dense snow knife had already left more than a dozen bloody mouths on his handsome face.

This scene is cruel every minute, including those big men on the boat who have long been used to many bloody and sad scenes. At some point, these people came out and looked at Tang Long quietly.

Perhaps the sailing career is too boring, and having such a genius boy can train it is also a pleasure.

Tang Long and Tang Ling are really special. After teaching Tang Long personally, they realized how talented he is. The Star Council wasted the uncensored jade, or the Star Council never thought of cultivating Tang Long to the extreme? Who knows? After all, he is Tang Feng's son, although his mother's identity is very special.

Tang Long is like this. What about the Tang Ling who looks even more brilliant? It’s really a pity that Tang Ling died.

It is probably difficult for Tang Long to accept, and their brotherly relationship has slightly warmed up. In a sense, they are all orphans... Besides, Tang Ling used his life to prove his feelings before, so what should Tang Long do?

It seems useless to do it. Tang Ling is already dead, right? What's more, there is the other side. Everyone knows that Tang Long is deeply planted in his heart when he is young...

This is very uncomfortable, but now I hope the recording will end soon. Tang Long is terrifying and will be unable to hold on. He is afraid that he will be able to save him and will hurt his foundation.

After all, this time, for his promotion, Mr. Hei prepared the top resources in advance - Sunlight Nether Fish, Six-Colored Variation Sea Beads, and Eight Lotus Lotus.

What was even more surprising was that Han Huang was willing to provide more sunlight Netherworld Fish and a more precious colorful mutant sea bead.

They are looking forward to a top talent in the world, since Tang Ling is gone...

Fortunately, the tormenting time passed, and the video stopped at the moment when the ship completely fell into a big crack.

Tang Long raised his head and had turned into a man covered in red crystals at this time. He looked very scary. The red crystals were frozen like this by his blood. Under the crystals were filled with a series of mouths and a purple face.

But Tang Long pointed to the virtual image in the air as if he hadn't noticed it: "Is this crack deep?"

"It's not Shen, in fact, what's scary about Shen?" Hei Lao spoke, and he walked forward, trying to help Tang Long up.

Tang Long stubbornly refused to stand up: "What is that?"

"There is a turbulent flow of time and space, and you may not understand it now. But I still don't want to hide it from you. It's a hell that is desperate and terrible. It can't be said to be hell, it should be... In short, if I fall in, if I don't have luck, I can't get out. But luck is erratic." Hei Lao said it very directly.

Now, he can't let Tang Long go. He wants to force Tang Long into the cabin to heal him, otherwise Tang Long will really hurt the bottom of the problem.

Tang Long suddenly laughed: "Tang Ling is very lucky. He is fine, but the other side will be fine. If he can't protect the other side like me, I will deal with him personally."

"You better not give such hope." The black old man pulled Tang Long up.

"I will go back myself, please don't pull me." Tang Long wanted to stand up, but he didn't want to exert force and fell into the snow.

The black old man pulled Tang Long up and found that Tang Long was actually confused and had fallen into a semi-coma.

"If I stay here, my body doesn't hurt, my heart will explode."

"It's cold, it's more comfortable to be cold, otherwise I can't think of anything anymore and I can't think of anything." Tang Long began to talk nonsense.

Old Hei had already taken him into the cabin and drained the blood crystals from his body, which made the holes on his body particularly terrifying.

"Don't use cell repair medicine first, nor do you use other medicines. Use gentle energy first to let his blood flow and restore his body to normal temperature." Han Huang also walked in.

He remembered his daughter, and he had been away from her for some time, but he didn't know how she was doing? Thinking about her, she was still marrying Tang Ling...

"I know." The old man said in a deep voice.

"Liszt, haha...Liszt..." Tang Long's voice was full of hatred, and he clenched his fists in a daze.

"Star Council, from now on... it will be only an enemy from now on."

This sentence moved both Hei Lao and Emperor Han slightly. Tang Long had never resented anything to the Xingchen Council, but because of Tang Ling's death, he said this.

How sad is he? He wants to break with the forces he grew up with and cultivate his own forces?

The black old man began to use gentle energy to comb Tang Long's body.

This is very difficult to do. After all, Tang Long is still a quasi-Purple Moon warrior. His brain has no clue yet and cannot accept the energy resonance of others. He can only act carefully.

But at this time of extreme caution, Tang Long actually cried.

"Wait for me, brother... brother, let's go together, and there is another side, let's go together..."

"Wait for me, we must at least live together and live some days. No matter... no matter where we are."

"Tang Ling! How can you... die?"

**

The news of Tang Ling's death spread throughout the world.

People with regret, people with pain, people with sadness, people with happy people, and people with joy, a quasi-Purple Moon warrior stirs up the biggest storm. This is an unprecedented glory for people who come later, right?

But how could Tang Ling care about such glory? If possible, he must survive.
To be continued...