Lin Qinghuan stretched out his hand out of the umbrella and caught a few snowflakes, and his hand was cut painfully.

Murderous!

The snowflakes quickly melted in their hands, leaving behind several extremely thin wounds, so small that they could not even be seen with the naked eye, and they did not bleed, but they hurt.

Chen Hu next to him began to drill into Lin Qinghuan's small oil-paper umbrella.

Ask the person of the little sword fairy in white clothes, here!

The people around Lin Qinghuan, there are many swordsmen who have wandered the world and disciples of various martial arts sects in Yunshui Country, most of them are coming for this sword-questioning, so when they saw the murderous snowflakes falling, not only did they not panic at all, but they seemed a little excited.

Such an appearance is destined to make this battle unusual.

Even if you can't understand the martial arts moves and chance Dao methods while watching the battle, just spending a few hundred taels of silver to make this excitement is not a loss.

In the future, when walking the rivers and lakes, meeting like-minded people, drinking and bragging, there will be one more appetizer. This battle is just the beginning, and I'm afraid that I can drink a pot.

There are tens of thousands of spells in the world, but the method of melting murderous energy into snowflakes is recognized as the first person in the rivers and lakes in Yunshui Country, and it is difficult to do it.

With such a high spell, it is still unknown who will kill the swordsman who broke ten thousand laws with a sword.

A true swordsman, from the moment he first picks up the sword, is doomed to death before he can put it down.

Take the sword as a companion, live with the sword, the sword is in the people, and the sword will kill people!

No matter where in the rivers and lakes, there are always so many swordsmen, retrograde in the flow of people, taste the loneliness of the world, not for fame, fortune and wealth, not for the power and beauty, all their lives, just to open up the way of the sword.

Such a person is known as a swordsman, and if he can leave a sword path in his life, he can often derive hundreds of sword intents, and the expanded swordsmanship and sword moves are thousands and endless.

A swordsman, as long as he does not die halfway, can often achieve a legend.

It is these people who make the path of a swordsman much wider than that of a person who practices other exercises.

As the snowflakes fell, there was also a white cloth, falling from the sky, not fast or slow, just as fast as the falling snowflakes at the same speed, the snowflakes melted in the lake, and the white clothes stood on the lake.

Dressed in white and masked, Lin Qinghuan's heart tightened, just like the clothes of the moon shadow and cool breeze on the island in the middle of the lake. It's not like the white-clothed little sword fairy usually wears all white in the Dusk Spring Pavilion, but with a little irregular ink, it doesn't look so white.

A white-clothed man stood on the surface of the lake, as if he were walking on the ground, with his back to Lin Qinghuan, and stretched out a hand forward.

This is a signal to the white-clothed little sword immortal, who is known as the number one swordsman in Dianzhou City, can use his sword.

On the other side of the Tianchi, the little sword fairy in white who was lying on the couch, after all the women in the Dusk Spring Pavilion who danced in the lake returned, he stroked it with one hand, and the frost and cold beside him came out of the sheath with a loud sound, piercing the center of the lake in white.

The frost sword broke through the air very quickly, a distance of hundreds of zhang, in an instant, the white clothes in the center of the lake didn't seem to react, didn't see any movement, didn't dodge or block, let the long sword pass through the chest!

Everyone was shocked, and Chen Hu, who was beside Lin Qinghuan, was even more jaw open enough to eat a scale.

When the person arrived with the sword, the little sword fairy in white swept up the lake, beckoned the sword frost back into his hand, and looked around, alert and vigilant.

Sure enough, things were not so simple, the white clothes that were pierced by the frost sword turned into snowflakes and scattered in the lake.

Magic!

On the top of the head of the little sword fairy in white, a white-clothed man suddenly appeared and slapped a palm downward!

With this palm, the entire lake of Tianchi spread out in all directions, as if a boulder had been thrown from the sky.

Visitors who were too close to the surface of the lake were hit by the fish in the pond and hurriedly climbed up the mountainside with their hands and feet.

The sword white cloth was in the center of the palm wind, and slashed several swords upward, and had already removed most of the strength of this palm, otherwise I was afraid that the entire Tianchi would be torn apart by this palm.

After the sword white clothes slashed several times in a row, he stepped on the surface of the lake a few times, dodging continuously, and could avoid the aftermath of this palm.

Between dodging, before he could fully stand still, the sword white clothes slashed out a sword into the sky, and as expected, the white clothes in the sky were penetrated by the sword qi, directly split in half, and turned into pieces of snowflakes and fell again.

Or a phantom!

The sword white clothes stepped on the snowflakes, moving quickly in the air, and with each step, he slashed out a sword in a certain direction, and the speed of the sword and movement was very fast, in the eyes of ordinary people with poor eyesight, I am afraid that only a string of phantoms will be left.

In the barren place where Lin Qinghuan was, the sword qi was unblocked, and it slashed into the haystack next to it, cutting off a wisp of withered grass, and the sword qi entered the ground a few feet.

A moment later, a white veil fell somewhere above Tianchi, apparently cut off by sword qi.

The sword white clothes stood still, holding the frost sword diagonally in his right hand, looking in the direction of the white yarn falling.

A white robe reappeared, the veil was not falling, but a corner of the roof was missing!

Without a sword in his hand, he flicked his finger forward, and the snowflakes in front of him shot towards the sword white clothes.

It's sword energy!

Practice the sword to a certain level, there is no sword in your hand, you can control it with sword energy, and you can make a sword by flying sand and stones!

Using snowflakes as a sword, against the white-clothed little sword immortal who is known as the first swordsman in Dianzhou City, I am afraid that it is not enough to see.

The two of them didn't dodge, standing on the water, fighting sword qi against sword qi, and every time the sword qi collided, it would cause a ripple under the feet of the two.

Sure enough, in the end, it was the white clothes who fell into the downwind, making a kung fu similar to a thousand catties falling, and fell into the lake in an instant, so that he could avoid a sword qi that was too late to block.

One head was like a waterfall and green silk, cut off a little by this sword, and landed on the surface of the lake where he was standing just now, spreading out with ripples.

The white cloth was forced to escape into the lake, and the sword white clothes were stunned for a moment, and the next moment they quickly swept into the air with snowflakes.

Sure enough, a huge hand stretched out from the water, condensed from the water of Tianchi Lake, and grabbed the sword white clothes who were still flying up on the snowflakes. Around the giant hand, several water dragons flew out, winding upward, and also went straight to the sword white clothes.

The speed of the sword white clothes swept upwards without decreasing, and several swords were slashed down in a row, and the sword qi penetrated the water flow, unable to stop the slightest.

Although the water flow cannot be split, it can split the air machine that controls the water flow.

These swords clearly penetrated through, and the qi that controlled the flow of water was like flowing water, splitting a crack and closing in an instant.

Jian Baiyi was shocked in his heart, this person's internal cultivation had reached an incredible level.

The giant hand got closer and closer, the sword white clothes turned down, held the sword in both hands, and slashed out a sword towards the giant hand and the water dragon condensed by the lake again.

A sword can't break water, but it can break ice!

This sword does not have the slightest killing power, but the water dragon that winds up and the giant hand that spreads the sword in white condenses into ice from top to bottom!

Jian Baiyi said a word of luck in his heart, and when he slashed out this sword, the giant hand had already reached his feet. The sword frost is cold, and in order to better integrate the sword intent, he specially cultivated the cold ice internal force.

Although condensing water into ice is not a powerful trick, and it is even very ordinary, if you don't cultivate the internal force of ice, although you can do it, it will never be so easy, and you won't be able to achieve such an effect.

Sword Baiyi stood on the giant hand that had been condensed into ice, looked at the several ice dragons with hideous faces around him, smiled slightly, shouted, "Break!", and slashed down the next sword, the giant hand and the ice dragon shattered into several large lumps of ice and fell into the lake.

This sword won countless applause, and many women on the other side of Tianchi seemed to be unable to suppress the excitement in their hearts, and even let out a loud cry with joy.

Chen Hu, who was beside Lin Qinghuan, was also so happy that he patted Lin Qinghuan on the shoulder, so painful that Lin Qinghuan almost kicked him out of the oil-paper umbrella. In the end, under Lin Qinghuan's glare, Chen Hu repaid his habitual cheeky embarrassed smile and retracted his hand stupidly.

The sword white clothes did not fall on the surface of the lake, but stood in the air.

If you don't want to, you can't!

There were also snowflakes around Sword Bai's clothes that didn't fall in the sky!

A white suit appeared in the air, and with one hand, a piece of snowflakes converged towards the sword white cloth.

Jian Baiyi realized that something was wrong, and began to condense his sword qi and slash outward, trying to shake away these snowflakes that surrounded him, but no matter how he chopped, he split one piece, and surrounded two more pieces.

It's even more useless to slash at people, even if people don't dodge or dodge, a sword will leave a few snowflakes at most.

This person's popularity is like flowing water, and he doesn't cut it randomly!

Fang Cai focused on the giant hand and water dragon condensed by the lake water, but ignored the snowflakes falling from the sky, and when he reacted, he was already in the big array of others.

Jian Baiyi tried to use the ice internal force to condense the snowflakes into ice again, but the snowflakes were not one, and they couldn't all be condensed together, not to mention that the snow in the sky was endless, even if the snowflakes were condensed into ice slag, there would still be countless snowflakes, according to the trajectory in the formation, surrounding Jian Baiyi.

A moment later, there was only a white coat in the sky, and a huge snowball, in which sword qi continued to split out, and a little ice slag fell from the cracks, and immediately snowflakes filled it.

The snow became heavier and heavier, and the spinning snowball became larger and larger, and the sword qi that was split out of the snowball continued to weaken, and finally there was no sword qi split out from the inside.

The white dress always stood in the air, his right hand was in the shape of a half-clenched fist, as if he was holding the snowball in his hand from afar, and his left hand was pinching the trick and standing in front of his chest.

The snowball no longer rotated, and the white dress did not move at all, just maintained its posture, staying in mid-air, and there were many snowflakes on its long black hair.

Lin Qinghuan's heart was shocked, this trick was so familiar that he never wanted to revisit it. I still remember that Lin Qinghuan had just completed the confrontation training with Coral Prawn and others, and after falling into a coma, he was tortured to death by the cool breeze with this trick as soon as he woke up.

This move does not cause substantial harm to the body, but it can be called devastating to the soul or the entire spiritual world.

The white clothes that stayed in mid-air must be a cool breeze!

This is also one of the reasons why Liang Feng never taught Lin Qinghuan any luck methods and martial arts moves.

Mix other people's internal skills and moves on your own. Although the progress is rapid, but after all, it is not the right way, if you do not have enough understanding, can not integrate it into one, completely use it for your own use, to the top of the avenue, but it will be a lot of resistance.

The cool breeze trick is a test of heart and spirit for Lin Qinghuan, but now for Jian Baiyi, it is indeed a real killing array.

The fact that swordsmanship is high and lethal does not mean that the soul and spirit are the same. Even if you can rely on the strong internal force to support it for a while, if you can't break the snowball directly, and eventually the internal force is exhausted, you still have to fight with your own spirit and soul.

As a killer, especially an orphan like Jian Baiyi, who was adopted from the reef, in that environment, he accumulated to this realm bit by bit on his own, if he said that his heart was not strong, I am afraid no one would believe it.

And Jian Baiyi now looks less than thirty years old, and the fact that his martial arts cultivation can reach such a level is also a manifestation of his outstanding talent.

But that's exactly what, in a killer organization like Reef, it emerged at a young age, even if you don't want to do something wrong, who can get what you want. People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves, let alone in the reefs.

Once the defense is broken by the mind control technique of the cool breeze, as long as there is a trace of guilt and obsession in the heart, it will be infinitely magnified, and in it, you will forget everything and feel the infinite pain of yourself and others.

At that time, Lin Qinghuan almost forgot that he was still a person, and he still had such a body.

Seeing that the sword white clothes were controlled by the cool breeze, Lin Qinghuan gloated a little.