Chapter 1103 Frost

Yun Lan slashed out with another sword, the sword light was dazzling and unparalleled.

However, at the next moment, his pupils were full of astonishment, and even a hint of fear. He was shocked to find that the afterimage of the gun, like a whole, would cooperate with each other to generate, and that kind of method can only cure the symptoms. What's even more frightening is that with the passage of time, this gun has become more and more powerful, and it is endless, like the five elements that are born together, and will never die.

Even with the strength of his emperor, when he saw such a strange and mysterious scene, he still had a feeling of amazement.

Yun Lan didn't know that this shot, Ouyang Ming's incorporation of the artistic conception of a big avalanche, was one of his best skills.

Take the meaning of avalanche galloping, never back down.

This is the way Ouyang Ming is looking for, this is the power of heaven, the power of the endless heaven and earth.

The avalanche is endless, the guns are endless, and the enemy will never stop until the enemy is killed.

Of course, this blow is definitely much weaker than the big avalanche driven by the true meaning of Tao, but as long as it has the artistic conception of avalanche, even if this blow is not top-notch, it will never be weak, otherwise, it will not let Yun Lan has such a headache.

"It can't go on like this." He muttered in his heart.

The venerable in front of him actually gave him a strange feeling, especially the face of the other party, which was too calm, and his real emotions and anger were invisible, as if what he was facing was not a powerful man in the imperial realm, but a spiritual man , This made him feel a faint bad feeling in his heart.

Gritting his teeth, his eyes were filled with blood, and he said coldly: "Blood burns in the sky..."

Before he finished speaking, his white clothes seemed to be soaked in fresh blood, and even the double circular knives in his hands had countless blood streaks, and a drop of bright red blood rolled down the back of the knife, and then dripped down the sword.

This extremely unspeakable picture is enough to shock everyone.

Immediately afterwards, countless small blood-colored swords appeared out of thin air around Yun Lan's body, but for some reason, when viewed from a distance, it was as if he had seen hell. diffuse in the space.

"Chop!" When the little sword reached its peak, he roared, and the sound resounded through the sky.

Before the words were finished, the bloody little swords turned into ten, ten into hundreds, more and more as if there was no limit, directly covering the space of thousands of feet. The sound of piercing the sky kept ringing, and a breath of destruction scattered in all directions. Trees, dead branches, and stones were all reduced to ashes, and even the space was carved with countless cracks, densely packed, and the power of one blow was so terrifying.

This is sword repair, attacking first.

"Boom..." A voice like Huang Zhong Dalu fell from the sky.

I saw countless afterimages of guns colliding with the bloody little sword, fighting each other.

The whole world has become a sea of ​​spears and bloody swords!

One handle, two handles, three handles...

Countless small swords and long spears wailed, lost their aura, and fell from the sky. After a while, they turned into a wisp of black mist and dissipated.

At this time, if you look from a distance, you will be surprised to find that there is a rain of swords between the sky and the earth, and the handles are connected together, like a curtain covering the earth. This kind of picture is shocking. , unimaginable.

"Hoo hoo!" After a while,

The shadow of the spear and the little bloody sword dissipated at the same time, and the whole world returned to calm.

"Hiss, even if ordinary powerful people in the imperial realm meet these two people, they will be killed in horror, right?" A young man from the witch tribe looked at an old man in gray, his eyes seemed to burn with two flames of gossip, and the rest of the strong The reporter also held his breath and looked over.

The old man pondered for a moment, then said solemnly: "It's hard to say, but ordinary emperors will definitely lose in front of them."

After saying this, he took a deep breath and let it out leisurely.

He secretly thought in his heart, a venerable with this kind of combat power has lived for thousands of years, and he has never heard of it, let alone seen it. What the hell is going on? Is this sky going to change?

Jealousy's withered body trembled, she didn't know what to think of, the light in her eyes became brighter and brighter, like a scorching sun that could melt everything in the world, she rubbed a string of beads vigorously in her hand.

Da Huang and Xiao Hong looked at each other, and they both saw the firmness in their eyes.

I secretly said in my heart, I must work hard to practice in the future, and I can't let Xiao Mingzi widen the gap. Up to now, although the four beasts are all venerable cultivation bases, the gap between them and Ouyang Ming is getting bigger and bigger, and they can no longer be counted, especially Goshawk has completely fallen behind, let alone Ou Yangming's pace. After all, Ouyang Ming's increase in combat power is really too buggy, even Feng Ling and Xu Aoran are not so fast, even far behind.

Yun Lan took a deep look at Ouyang Ming, and with a thought, she put all her energy on him.

Although the two of them could only fight for a few moves, he knew in his heart that this person was not a thin and weak ant at all, but a dragon, extremely ferocious. As long as there is the slightest carelessness, today, this Dao fruit that has been bred for thousands of years will definitely disappear.

Without the slightest hesitation, an earth-shattering sword intent came out.

Pressing the fingers in the air, the sword box on the back shook violently, countless cyan runes jumped, a chill spread out, and the whole space unexpectedly paused unreasonably, as if some kind of power beyond space was about to appear Same. Yun Lan's eyes showed obsession, and said coldly: "I have kept this sword for thousands of years with cold air, and sealed the box for two thousand years, but I never thought that it would be forced out by a monk who is one level lower than me. It's sad. ...I admit that you have strength far surpassing that of ordinary emperors, but if you strike out with this sword, you will definitely die, this is my belief in victory, and it is also my way."

When the sound spread in all directions, an extremely pure sword intent condensed and never dissipated, stirring nothingness.

The sword box rolled over, and with a "creak", a long sword made of ice and snow slid out, making an unruly sword cry, aloof and arrogant.

Yun Lan clenched the long sword tightly, and a chill that could freeze everything flowed along the long sword into his palm, arm, and all over his body. The blood in his veins was as cold as ice slag.

"Shuanghan!" He raised his head to the sky and screamed.

With a flick of the wrist, energy and charm unreservedly merged into this sword.

This is a kind of madness that is either you die or I die. This is a tyrannical belief that will never retreat.

I saw his center of gravity sinking, his legs bent, Danhu Lake was boiling, and the radiance was shining brightly, and he slashed forward in a stunning arc. This sword seems to have the power to open the sky, like a dragon and a tiger fighting, shaking the sky, with the awe-inspiring and domineering of the Nineteen Frost and Cold States. Where the sword light passed, the space seemed to be torn apart by an irresistible force, revealing a palpitating darkness, no matter how difficult it was to repair itself, it was finally frozen by this chill.

This is Frost Cold!

But it's not easy for any strong man in the imperial realm, there are always these and other means of life-saving.

"Phew!" Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming took a breath of cold air, his internal organs felt cold, and his eyes narrowed slightly. He felt a crisis in this sword. Although it was very light, he still had to deal with it carefully.

"Borrow!" He growled in his heart, the spiritual world was like a tumbling nebula, with cumbersome patterns and constant changes. It seems that as long as you look at it a few more times, even your mind will get lost in it. At this time, if someone can enter his spiritual world, he will find that the lines in his eyes are exactly the same as the lines visualized in the spiritual world.

As the word "borrow" fell, a tyrannical force poured into his limbs, and his meridians swelled.

As soon as the thought sank, the tyrannical mental power diffused like water waves. He flicked his wrist, took out the staff, and pressed it lightly, the lines on the staff instantly brightened, and countless tiny runes danced.

"Stone Cone Technique!" He stepped into the realm of meticulousness and sympathy between heaven and man, and swung his staff down violently.

At this moment, with him as a circle, the ground within a radius of several thousand feet shook like water waves, and then suddenly collapsed, and suddenly collapsed in the middle, as if a pair of indescribably huge hands were pulling the two sides of the ground. Shake the end to the center, and shake out countless stone cones like rain. The stone cones change rapidly, turning into countless arrays, big and small, many and few, some empty and some solid, facing the sword that Frost Han cut out The light rushed away.

"Sick!" Yun Lan said darkly and indifferently.

He raised his left hand and pointed at the sword light. In an instant, the speed of the sword light increased greatly.

At the same time, biting the tip of his tongue, a mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing the long sword made of ice and snow red.

With a sudden push of the hilt with his right hand, the long sword let out a low whine, and its speed exploded, flashing like a cyan arc, instantly smoothing the distance between it and the sword light!

Seeing this kind of scene, Ou Yangming pressed his right hand against the void, and the countless formations condensed into countless stone walls to block the sword light, but as soon as they touched, the formations collapsed inch by inch, and countless chaotic rocks fell from the sky , rustling.

After comprehending the law of yin and yang, Ou Yangming's use of spiritual power became more mysterious, and only in this way could he turn the cone of stone into a sky-filled array.

One, two, three... Countless, more and more stone walls composed of arrays collapsed and scattered.

Below the sky, an old man moved slowly. He wore a pair of gray and white light-colored cloth shoes on his feet, his face was vicissitudes, and there were three star marks hidden between his brows. He hunched over and walked up to Jeu Xie, cupping his hands and saying, "My lord, little friend has fallen into a huge disadvantage." Is the clan master still not making a move?" After speaking, he bowed again, among the witch tribe, the clan prince has the highest status, and with just one look, many strong men can die generously.

"No rush." ​​Jealousy shook her head.

"But..." The old man still wanted to speak, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by jealousy.

"Jealous, you have three star marks between your eyebrows. You should feel what kind of power is hidden in Ou Xiaoyou's body. It is no exaggeration to describe it as destructive. Besides, with great luck and magnificent weather, This kind of person is destined to be able to turn bad luck into good luck, so how can he die without knowing it? Senior brother, it is this person who caused ominous fortune through divination with a thousand years of longevity, do you understand?" His voice was very soft, but Every time he uttered a word, it was like a thunderbolt, which exploded in his jealous brain, setting off a boundless wave of air.

There is only one thought left in my heart, what kind of person are you to get such an evaluation from the patriarch?

The fact is the same, this kind of evaluation has been too high.

The Lord of the Wu tribe has always been seeking truth from facts, but now he says such a thing, one can imagine how much he values ​​the human race in front of him. ...

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