Chapter 425

On the snow mountain thousands of meters high, at this height, Dewey has felt the heaviness of his body. After all, he did not have the kind of capital of the saint level strong, in such a high altitude, extreme hypoxia, let him breathe.

However, there is probably no so-called "high altitude reaction" in the world.

It is not too much to say that all the way up, there is only one straight road to heaven. Just because the step road in front of us is straight forward without any turning point. It's almost as steep as 90 degrees. Step by step, it makes us dizzy.

Seeing Du Wei's difficulty, chishuiduan took out a white ice bead like thing from his arms, handed it to Du Wei, and said faintly: "put it in your mouth, put it under your tongue, but don't swallow it." Then he took out another one and handed it to Joe.

Du Wei took it, and without hesitation, immediately put it into his mouth and put it under his tongue. Sure enough, I immediately felt a cool air coming out from under my tongue and rushing straight to my head. This feeling made my whole body relax, and the heavy and hard feeling was swept away. Deep breathing for a while, also feel very smooth.

"It's a special thing on the big snow mountain. After all, there are more than 200 wizards on the snow mountain all the year round, and not everyone has the strength of the holy rank. "

With that, chishuiduan took another look at the falling snow.

Falling snow's face is gloomy, and the spirit king says that he will practice it. Although he has the ability above the holy step, and his physical injury can be recovered at any time, he deliberately keeps the slight scratch on his face. His face was cold now, his hands behind him, and he didn't say a word. Go to the front, all the way up.

Luoxue is not a fool. After he was injured, he didn't rush to the top of the mountain in a rage. Instead, he went up slowly step by step. After the fierce battle with Chishui Duan, the spirit king was not intact. He needed some time to recover.

Step by step. In fact, on such a high snowy mountain, even if you want to find stones, it is very difficult to be extremely cold, making everything frozen into ice. These ice blocks are far harder than stones here. Walking on the crystal clear ice steps, Dewey silently looks at the distance

There are 3650 layers of ice.

That's just the number now. It is said that decades ago. When he was in power, the steps were only 3640, because he was on a snowy mountain "... This time, when I saw you, I was really surprised." White River sorrow looking at falling snow, his tone calm to the extreme! I heard him say slowly: "you can defeat Duan... Moreover, you just showed the strength of broken paintings. I thought that at last there was another opponent worthy of my sword. Unfortunately, you let me down, elf

Hiss

A clear voice, a soft light like the bright moon, flowing out slowly from the scabbard of the river. The blade, gradually from the sheath revealed its extraordinary nature!

White River sad voice, but still with endless loneliness, and a touch of sadness: "spirit, your strength, I'm afraid, in this world, the closest to my opponent. It's a pity... Judging from your performance just now, although you have barely reached the level of breaking painting... But you just rely on the silver wire in your hand. So, your real strength is still just staying on the holy rank, and there is no breakthrough... Unfortunately, I am worried about the second time, but I still don't find a suitable opponent... Instead, to a God's hair... Alas, you are just the holy rank. "

The voice is not lost. See a soft light, from the White River sorrow on the blade of the silent float out!

This light seems to be like mercury, everywhere, like the sun on the earth, although seemingly soft, but irresistible!

Falling snow only had time to raise her wrist, and the silver in her hand twisted wildly. But under the soft light, the twining silver suddenly solidified in the air!

The next moment, I saw the silver wire, suddenly had a strange oscillation, finally in the light of the knife, inch by inch broken into countless pieces!!

When countless pieces of silver fell to the ground, the snow felt a faint pain on his wrist. He looked down, and there was a slight red mark on his wrist, and the silver had already fallen off.

Falling snow only felt that her heart, at the moment, also with the rupture of the silver wire, instantly turned into countless pieces! The feeling of weakness from head to foot has spread to the whole body!

Break... Break?!

With a plop, snow has knelt on the ground, quietly looking at the debris on the ground, his eyes, a piece of ashes.

The holy instrument worshipped by the elves, the guardian of the elves given by the elves, is broken so easily under the hands of this human?!

White River sorrow quietly came to the snow in front of him, so calmly came, blade pointed to the ground, snow raised his head, looking up at the man in front of him, only feel that under the shadow of each other, that face, seems to be hidden in the shadow, so that he can't really see in any case!

"Go back, elf." White River sad voice, clearly fell in the ears of the spirit king: "since you can get the weapon given by the spirit God, then you must have been able to communicate with the spirit... Then, tell your God for me..." "what... What?"“ Tell it At the moment, the voice of White River sorrow seems not to be the voice that human beings can have: "tell it... In the near future, a new name will be added to the Genealogy:" speaking of this, the wizard King bent down and looked at the spirit king: "White River sorrow!" The whole body of falling snow suddenly trembled uncontrollably. He looked at the White River and worried: "you... Are you..." "holy steps?" White River sorrow seems to smile: "I am not already."