“Nine songs brother!”

A palace dress woman approached Qin Jiu Song, beautiful, very glamorous.

It is Li smoke soft, the original Xiao Feng's young horse in the book, and then attached the girl Qin Jiu Song.

At this moment, Li Yan's heart is quite complicated.

Before March, Qin Jiu Song suddenly ignored her, making her afraid all day long, and now Qin Jiu Song seems to finally remember it, and even went out, but also took the initiative to take her with him.

For him, this should be a great grace, but Qin Jiu Song's trip is a three-year contract to his young and plum bamboo horse.

Now take her with her, can not guess the meaning of Qin nine songs, make her heart staggered.

"Well, sister-in-law, let's go."

Qin Jiu Song nodded, looked at her face of the eyes, seemingly mild, but in essence there is a kind of god looking down on the human indifference, walking head.

“Yes, nine songs!”

Li Yanluo nodded quickly, took the lotus step, and hurriedly followed the Qin Jiu song.

...

Snow Lake.

This lake is a well-known place in the eastern desert, with a bit of legend, rumored to be a land of ice flapping dragons, incarnated as a dragon of ice and snow, and got its name for this.

Xuelong Lake is a cold lake, the water temperature is terrible, and even a physical peak warrior can be frozen into an ice sculpture, so it is usually rarely visited.

However, this full moon night, the silence of Snow Dragon Lake was broken.

Countless warriors flocked to the east from all over the country.

In the land of the hundred miles of Xuelong Lake, the crowd is bustling, and countless eyes are gathered together and concentrated here.

Down the sun, the full moon rises to the east.

“The full moon night has arrived!”

At this moment, countless warriors look at it!

Rumble!

At this time, a strong pressure came from the void, followed by a huge ancient chariot "rumbling" over the void, hovering in the western sky of Xuelong Lake.

Above the chariot, a banner flying against the wind, a big word on the book - "yuan", simple and atmospheric.

“The Holy Land, here we come!”

People are exclaiming, their hearts are stirring.

Step, step, step!

Above the chariot, a bull raised, feet empty, like stepping on the field, without fireworks, and finally fell to the shore of Xuelong Lake.

On the green cow, a young man in a robe sat on a sidder, his face was simple, and he had a breath of dust.

Behind him, the purple is swolph, the vision is amazing!

Rumble!

Another roar, from above the void, accompanied by a strong pressure, a battleship that covered the sky and the sun ran over the void, hovered in the eastern sky of Xuelong Lake, and the ancient chariots of the ancient shrine of the Yuan Dynasty were far away.

There is no doubt that this is a false mountain ship.

The young man in the robe of the real Wuyin and Yang, taking a step from the bow of the boat, it seemed like a shuttle empty space, suddenly appeared on the shore of Xuelong Lake, and arched the young Daoist riding the green cow: "I have seen the first brother."

“I’ve seen Brother Ye!”The young people are equally recipiding.

Come, of course, is the supreme youth of the fictitious mountain, Ye Zhenwu.

Even if the young Taoist is the first son, for the people in front of the eyes also do not dare to underestimate, the other side has the qualifications to dialogue with the son-level people on an equal footing!

“Two brothers!”

Suddenly, a voice of evilness sounded quietly behind the two people, and the first son and Ye Zhenwu were casually speaking.

The people in a black robe of Phnom Penh, the color of the color of the pale, as if they had never seen the sun, with the strange smile, the whole person has a kind of demonic nature!

“The Holy Spirit!”

The eyes of the two people shrank until the person was close to him, and they did not notice from the pupil.

A few people are looking forward to suddenly—

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A roar of the sky, above the sky, a fierce beast appeared, a huge mouth of blood, seems to be able to swallow the earth, extremely malign, with a thick fascination, swooping down, falling down, falling next to a few people.

This beast, similar to the legendary ferocious, smells of blood, although not as far as the distant ancestors are terrible, but there is such a trace of weather.

“Too much?”Huangquan's holy son's sword eyebrows were picked, looked at the figure on the beast, and laughed wickedly, "Isn't it dead yet?"

On the beast, a figure holding a large garrison stands up, eyes are eye-poping, and there is an unspeakable overbearing meaning.

“The Holy Land of the East Desert is the devil, the son of heaven—the one!”

Seeing this person, the people on the shore of the snow dragon lake exclaimed and came out as people.

Hearing the words of the Son of Huangquan, the Son of Heaven was cold and cold, and the war was fierced: “Huangquan, when will we fight with me?”

“Both brothers are as old as ever!”

Suddenly, a sound like a yellow thorn sounded, like the sound of heaven, extremely pleasant.

In the sky, it seems that it is raining, fluttering, and a palace dress woman falls from the sky with the rain, like a hundred flowers and fairies, falling next to several people.

She is a beautiful body, a light yarn cover, a mysterious beauty.

“I’ve seen you guys!”She spoke softly, coldly with the people.

“Sister Hundred Flowers!”

When I saw people, some of them were smiling.

"The East Wilderness of the Hundred Flowers Valley, the Hundred Flowers of the Holy Mother!"At this moment, the people on the shore of the snow dragon lake looked at each other, and their eyes were amazing.

Although the light yarn mask, no one has seen the face of the people, but still can feel that thrilling beauty.

Even many people have said that if it were to lift the veil, it would probably not be inferior to the first beauty of the East Wilderness, which was still beheaded by Qin Jiu Song, - Xiangtai Xuan!

Of course, this is just speculation, after all, no one has ever seen her veil is a treasure, and the spirit cannot penetrate.

However, compared with the appearance of the Hundred Flowers and St. Mary, people are more concerned about it, but it is the pomp of the young people gathered here!

"The five holy places in the East Desert, all gathered here, is unprecedented pomp, I can wait for rare, three lifetimes are lucky!"

One person feels, and suddenly it resonates with people.

The holy places are gathered together, today's snow dragon lake war will be recorded in the annals of the East!

They are witnesses of history!

“Brother, what about Xiaofan?”

Several of the sons of the Holy Land, the young man, suddenly asked the holy place at the beginning of the Yuan.

In addition to Ye Zhenwu, who had known Xiao Fan early, the rest of the people were curious about him.

After all, Qin Jiu Song is tied with them, and now he is fighting with an unknown generation, in any case, this is undoubtedly an admission for Xiao Fan!

Otherwise, what are the qualifications of the general proud people to fight with them?

“Here we come!”

Suddenly, the first son whispered and looked at the snow dragon lake.

Hm!

The calm Xuelong Lake, at this moment suddenly raised a huge wave, and a figure stepped forward, like an arrow, and came to the center of Xuelong Lake in a blink of an eye.

It is Xiao Fan.

He looked around for a week, saw that Qin Jiu Song had not arrived, sitting directly on the surface of the water, and his body did not sink in half, as if there was a mysterious force to support it.

Between the roar, with him as the center, the surface of the ten feet, turned into a sea of fire!

He sat in it like a fire god!

“Is that the Shawn?”

Several sons of the Holy Land level of the pupil miniature, interested in looking, the Tao eyes like the substance, fell on Xiao Fan.

The latter has a sense of heart, the eyes are turned, and the sons of the Holy Land look at each other, without fear, immediately close their eyes, adjust their spirit to the peak, wait and fight with Qin Jiu Song!

“It’s really extraordinary!”

The Son of the Yellow Spring and the Son of Heaven, nodded slightly.

In the face of their eyes and do not care, the same generation, it is difficult to find a few!

For a moment, the people were quiet, and their interest in this war increased a little.

Time slowly passed, and the full moon rose a little.

Suddenly, there was a riot among the crowd:

“Qin Jiu Song, here we come!”