(Thanks to the book friend 13582914 the hall master for his encouragement and reward)

Luo Changfeng frowned slightly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's not that his knife isn't fast enough and not sharp enough, his knife can pierce the glacier in the Forgetful River, and it can flatten the rocks on the cliff behind the mountain, even the meteor knife that Jiang Manlou refined in the Purple Bamboo Forest was cut in two by the bamboo knife in his hand when he swept the inner courtyard mirror platform a month ago.

He was confident in his sword, and he never doubted his sword.

But this time, it was blocked by a snow curtain and ice wall.

"Surprised? I'm a disciple of the Dharma, and all I cultivate, understand, and control are the ice and snow of the natural Dharma of heaven and earth. In this cold winter and snowy season, I have taken advantage of the time and place, and this random scene of snow curtain and ice wall is several times stronger than usual, how can a bamboo knife pierce it?" Yan Xi's sneering voice came from behind the snow curtain ice wall.

Luo Changfeng only felt an icy chill coming from the snow curtain ice wall, and began to spread along the tip of the bamboo knife in his hand.

This cold air was like cold frost, and a frost rose on the bamboo knife in an instant, and the frost became more and more and thicker at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally crawled all over the bamboo knife blade, and Luo Changfeng's arm was quickly frozen and frozen.

Luo Changfeng had no intention of fighting with Yan Xi.

The bamboo knives have already stabbed in front of the opponent's eyes, and this contest still needs to be carried out one by one.

The cold air on his face did not make him feel unbearable cold, the primordial spirit that his father Luo Ling cultivated when he was alive was ice and snow, and the weapon he wore was the Dragon Cold Spear.

Whether it is the Ice and Snow Yuan God or the cold air with the Frost Dragon Soldier Soul Cold Spear, it is much more powerful than this snow curtain ice wall, and Luo Changfeng, who grew up holding the Dragon Cold Spear since he was a child, will naturally not be afraid of this insignificant cold.

It's just the beginning of the fight, and if you let your whole arm be frozen by this frost, you will inevitably fall into a disadvantaged and dangerous situation in an instant.

There was a sudden shock from under his feet, and this sharp force shattered the thick snow around his feet, which were already deep in the snow.

This energy is nothing else, but the sword intent that Luo Changfeng cultivated from the knife spectrum left by the knife idiot.

The sword intent erupted from his body, like a fierce wind, and began to sweep forward along his arm, and the ice curtain on the frozen arm was twisted into countless ice chips in an instant when it encountered this sword intent.

The bamboo knife was once again in front of you.

This sword intent still has no intention of dying. It was like a colorless hurricane knife ring on the body of the bamboo knife, it unstoppably destroyed the snow curtain ice wall, and then Luo Changfeng's feet were slightly forced, his body leaned forward, and the bamboo knife in his hand stabbed forward.

The smile on Yan Xi's face became a little cold.

This knife intent came too fast, just as fast as the bamboo knife in Luo Changfeng's hand.

The sharp tip of the knife in his eyes was getting closer and closer, and the closer seemed to make him feel a subtle and piercing sharpness. His eyes began to grow dry, then a sour intensification, and finally a streak of blood emerged from his eyes.

This sword intent is too strong to look at directly.

Yan Xi's body began to lean back.

He spread his arms and slid his feet back in the snow.

The bamboo knife in Luo Changfeng's hand was chasing, and Yan Xi was retreating.

They're fast.

But the opposite position of the two still maintains the original appearance.

A deep coldness appeared in Yan Xi's bloodshot eyes again, and he clasped his hands together to form a complex gesture.

Then the hands were frozen in an instant.

The arms were frozen in an instant, the neck was frozen in an instant, the chin, face, nose, eyes, the entire head and the entire body were frozen in an instant.

Without warning, Yan Xi turned into an ice sculpture.

Naturally, the ice sculpture could no longer continue to retreat rapidly, and Luo Changfeng's bamboo knife finally stabbed forward again.

This point pierced into the eye of the ice sculpture, and then the colorless knife intent invaded the eye along the blade, and then instantly spread throughout the entire body of the ice sculpture.

There was a click, and a crack appeared from the corner of the eye on the ice sculpture. Countless cracks spread all over the body of the ice sculpture like a spider's web, and the ice sculpture shattered.

But there is no Yan Xi's figure!

A cold wind blew on his face, blowing a few strands of hair in front of his forehead, and Luo Changfeng closed his knife and looked around.

The wind was blowing around the bamboo forest, and there were crushed snow flakes dancing in front of you.

Luo Changfeng's vision was blocked by the messy snowflakes, he couldn't see Yan Xi's figure, and when he looked around, he only vaguely saw a white figure moving strangely at high speed.

On the left-hand side, a purple bamboo began to tremble.

There was also a purple bamboo on the right hand side that began to tremble.

I don't know when it started, all the purple bamboos around Luo Changfeng's body began to tremble.

A violent tremor with a rustling sound shook off the snow piled on the bamboo branches.

A flock of birds flew in the purple bamboo forest.

The trembling bamboo forest actually began to move, moving like a formation.

So there were countless purple bamboos inside and out, and they moved closer to Luo Changfeng, and the purple bamboos were no longer bamboo branches, but sharp and sharp ice spikes.

Luo Changfeng is now a cultivator in the lower realm of Chong Hui, and without refining and refining the qi and condensing the three clear qi, he will not be able to support the rise in the sky. Although there are many body techniques in the martial arts that can make people temporarily more than ten meters above the ground, the shortest purple bamboo in this bamboo forest is dozens of meters high, even if Luo Changfeng uses such a walker's body technique, he can't jump out of this dense bamboo forest ice thorns.

All the ways out were completely blocked by this moving purple bamboo.

Luo Changfeng clenched the knife in his hand tightly.

He closed his eyes.

Sheji, mountains and rivers are secretly running with the power of mountains and rivers.

Everything between heaven and earth seems to be beginning to become clearer and clearer.

He didn't open his eyes, but he could see the trajectory of the wind and spiritual power, and he could feel a temperature close to the body temperature of a person moving outside the bamboo array.

He caught Yan Xi's tracks.

Without the slightest hesitation, he poured twelve points of sword intent, then turned around and swung his knife and slashed in front of him.

……

The tower door of the earthly tower in the dustless view slowly opened.

An earthly warmth was released from the tower, instantly melting the snowflakes that flew in the air.

There were already a lot of people gathered in front of the tower, many students wearing black Taoist uniforms.

These students all looked a little embarrassed, completely devoid of the personable and youthful appearance of a young man when they first entered the school, replaced by a kind of fortitude on their faces, a kind of fortitude that comes from self-confidence.

The snow-white world was once again revealed in front of them, Li Xingyun and Su Xiaofan and other protégés stood behind the tower gate, feeling the chill of this cold world and frantically hugging into the tower, and the two of them couldn't help but shiver.

The old Daoist of the Ancestor level, who couldn't see things and didn't have very sharp legs and feet, moved his ears, and when he heard the heavy sound of the stone gate of the earthly tower slowly rising, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

(The genuine version is in the vertical and horizontal, I hope to support.) ）