After developing a villain heroine, they came after her

Chapter 211 Get up

‘Ants’ flew into the sword’s will like moths towards the fire.

After seeing the young man moving forward without any hesitation, even Zuo Yunshan, who had no good impression of Chen An, looked a little moved at this moment.

In fact, as early as when he was young, Zuo Yunshan also imitated his disciples in previous generations and tried to climb Tianshan Mountain.

At that time, he had just entered Jindan and was very high-spirited. He thought that the world was so big that there was no place he could not go to.

So, like many outstanding disciples of Taixuan Zong, they set their sights on this Tianshan Mountain that has stood for thousands of years.

He, who claimed to be endowed with both talent and character, stopped in his tracks when faced with that sword intent.

Fortunately, no one noticed him leaving in despair that night.

So when he saw the young man's desperate figure, Zuo Yunshan fell silent.

Maybe it's simple to say, but how many people can know that there is a mountain of swords ahead and not flinch.

Also silent was Lu Ning beside him.

He has never climbed Tianshan Mountain, and has never personally experienced how terrifying that sword intent is.

He just looked at the boy's plain clothes being gradually dyed red, and couldn't help but ask: "Isn't he in pain?"

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pain!

Damn it, it really hurts!

It was as if every part of the skin on the body was being cut by the sword at all times.

Chen An was mentally prepared, but the pain still made him grin.

Even the figure with Mitsurugi began to shake, as if he was about to fall down at any moment.

He quickly held his breath again, adjusted his breathing rhythm, and stabilized his body.

As soon as they entered the mountainside, the snowflakes falling from the sky seemed to be blessed by some powerful buff. Not only did they become extremely fast, but they were also extremely sharp.

With the snowflakes falling all over Chen An's shoulders, there is naturally no so-called artistic conception at all.

Just imagine what it feels like to have the sharpest knives in the world on your shoulders. That's how Chen An feels now.

This is a physical pain that the body must go through, and there is no possibility of escaping it.

Against the snow and wind that was falling all over the sky, the young man's climbing speed finally slowed down.

It's just that kind of slowness, not slowness in the popular sense.

It's just that compared to his previous speed, it's a bit slower.

So in the eyes of Lu Ning who was watching, he couldn't help but ask a second question.

"its not right!"

"It stands to reason that his spiritual power should have been exhausted a long time ago. Why does he still look like he hasn't used all his strength now?"

He was not the only one confused about this question.

Zuo Yunshan frowned and said nothing, just staring at the boy who was swaying but always moving upward.

He felt inexplicably irritated for no reason.

This feeling is not the first time.

As early as a few years ago, he often had such restless delusions, which made him desperately want to find an open space to vent at will.

At the same time, a very tiny black shadow quietly appeared on the back of Zuo Yunshan's neck.

It was a small black-green insect.

It only flashed for a moment, then quickly went out and disappeared.

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"He, doesn't it hurt?"

On the Tianshan Mountain, the old woman couldn't help but sigh as she and the girl witnessed this scene.

Mu Sanniang didn't answer. She just thought of something, stood up in a hurry, and came to the edge of the mountain.

The girl leaned out and looked down.

But at such a distance, in such windy and snowy weather, what else can we see besides a vast expanse of white?

She gritted her teeth and tried to poke out more, but was quickly bounced away by the formation and couldn't get any further.

"younger brother……"

The girl stared blankly down the mountain, her lips slightly opened unconsciously, and she let out a silent cry.

At this moment, in the sea of ​​consciousness, the old woman suddenly stared.

Because in that light curtain, the young man's figure didn't pause for a moment, and at the last moment his plain clothes were dyed red.

With a stern look on his face, he rushed out of the snow like the hardest sword in the world.

Also walked through the mountainside.

No one knew the boy's actual condition. It could only be seen from the increasingly shaking sword shadow that he was indeed a little tired.

<divclass="contentadv">And his journey was only halfway through.

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After passing through the Patriarch's sword intent, the falling snowflakes no longer looked like knives.

This seems to be good news.

But feeling the little spiritual power left in his body, Chen An knew that the situation was not optimistic yet.

Fortunately, with the operation of the yin and yang mind of the universe, the speed of his recovery of spiritual power was far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

This is also the biggest support for him to be able to wield a sword to this point.

Otherwise, he might not be able to fly halfway up the mountain.

Not to mention still like now, breaking through the barrier of sword intent and continuing to move forward.

But soon, Chen An realized another fact.

As he continued to rise, the temperature in the air also dropped rapidly, visible to the naked eye.

Why is it visible to the naked eye?

Because Chen An could now see that thick ice had condensed on the mountain wall.

The chill in the air seeped into every bone and every blood vessel, as if even the breath was frozen.

In such an extremely harsh environment, the operation of spiritual power began to stagnate.

Fortunately, Chen An had already anticipated this and did not feel panicked.

He just used the last bit of spiritual power in his body to take out the pickaxe he had ordered before from his storage bag, then put away his flying sword and jumped into the air.

The powerful body of the foundation-building monk allows him to easily use an iron pickaxe to penetrate into the ice and hook his own body.

Without daring to delay at all, the young man began to wave the pickaxe in his hand like a mortal.

Continue climbing.

He didn't know how high he had flown and how far he was from the top of the mountain, and he didn't have time to think about that.

The monk's body is indeed powerful, but without the protection of spiritual power, no matter how powerful the body is, it is nothing more than flesh and blood.

A layer of frost quickly formed on the young man's brows and slender knuckles.

This forced his actions to become sluggish.

But it happened that the house was raining all night, and suddenly a strong wind blew through, causing the young man to sway violently.

The girl who had been watching her brother felt her heart suddenly twitch.

Her eyes had become red at some point.

Fortunately, the young man held the pickax tightly and did not fall short.

His knuckles were already blue from the cold, and there were many small cuts on them, which were wounds left on the mountainside. They looked a bit ferocious and terrifying.

A little, and when he stabilized a little, the young man continued to swing the pickaxe.

His expression was stern, and even though he had just experienced such a dangerous scene, he never wavered.

In my ears, I heard the howl of the wind and snow.

But in Chen An's eyes at this moment, all he could see was the iron pickaxe in his hand that was digging into the ice again and again.

Every sound of the ice breaking was another step forward for him.

His cheeks were no longer as clear and handsome as before.

Only the eyes remain the same.

Finally, he didn't know how long he had been climbing in this position, but he suddenly heard an extremely hoarse voice coming from above.

The voice was trembling and crying.

"stand up."

she says.

His consciousness was a little blurry, making it difficult for Chen An to distinguish. He just subconsciously stretched out his hand.

The boy's movements were very slow, but very steady.

He held his sister's hand tightly.

Then, as if he finally breathed a sigh of relief, he raised his head and showed a slightly forced smile.

"Sorry sister, I'm late."

He spoke slowly.

The response from above was silent, just crystal tears rolling down and hitting the young man's face gently.

Just as the strong wind blew again, the green cloth wrapped around the wrist could no longer withstand the damage and drifted away with the wind.

The young man woke up suddenly and quickly tried to catch it.

The fingertips and the green cloth finally passed by each other.