In the blink of an eye, the six monks were submerged in a halo of light, and a large seven-colored smoke cloud formed above the square, how spectacular!

Han Zhonglin's falling figure suddenly stopped, only to feel a strong wind sweeping from above, and it was the first time that he had used the technique of scattering flowers with all his might, looking at the vision on his head, his heart couldn't help but tremble: "It's too big to play with fire!"

Thinking of this, Han Zhonglin gritted his teeth, his body rose violently, swept towards the smoke clouds, and with a move of his mind, he secretly controlled the five spirit dragons to become smaller, and also jumped into the smoke clouds!

"They all say that it is easy to touch fish in muddy waters, see how many big fish I can touch?"

Han Zhonglin's heart was ruthless, and he took out a short sword more than a foot long and white translucent from the storage bag, and the entire sword body exuded an boundless chill, which was the Cold Sky Sword made of five-hundred-year-old Xuan Ice. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The power of Xuanyuan, which had not yet calmed down in the dantian, rolled up again, transforming into streams of ice yuan force surging towards the arm, and the cold sky sword got the "tonic" of the yuan force, and the sword body skyrocketed five or six times, from more than one foot long to two zhang in size, and the endless chill became thicker, as if it could freeze everything in the world.

"Cold Sky Sword, show your endless coldness, this battle is the battle of prestige, today is destined to be the day when my dragon lin becomes famous!"

Han Zhonglin's bones welled up with a happy pride, and the momentum on his body also soared, and a world-dominating chill quietly rippled over the square.

Huang Tianxing's eyes stared at the gray figure that was climbing upward, and a chill grew in his heart for no reason, and then he replaced his original calm expression with a touch of solemnity, and said secretly: "Are you finally going to show your true strength?"

On a high platform. The more than a dozen Jindan bigwigs sitting on top of the jade squat looked at the huge smoke cloud, and their eyes flashed with a glimmer of light at the same time.

The charming woman in blue glanced at the expressionless Qingyu real person not far away, and pretended to be surprised: "What an interesting boy!"

After the real person of the Flowerless Holy Land Tang Yun finished speaking, he gently glanced at the side with his beautiful eyes, and found that except for the old man with a slight smile on his face, the other Jindan monks were like old monks, and Tang Yun couldn't help but curse secretly: "A group of old foxes!"

After four or five breaths, Han Zhonglin smashed into the smoke and clouds with the Cold Sky Sword in his hand, and his divine sense was completely released, and Han Zhonglin found that ten zhang away, a green-shirted monk was fighting with a big black man, who was the big man not Tamuli?

At this time, the green-shirted monk's clothes were already in tatters, and the hair that was originally tied to the top of his head was scattered, and his face was also pale, which made him look particularly embarrassed. With boundless anger in his eyes, the green-shirted monk grabbed the exercises in one hand, and danced wildly with a black sword in one hand, and one after another sword gangs shot towards Tamuli, and it turned out that Tamuli was fighting out of real fire.

Tamu was away from his swarthy upper body, and his fierce aura was even stronger, and his fists swung again and again, one by one, like a fist like a substance, and the black sword gang collided in one place, as if he was never tired.

Seeing this, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Han Zhonglin's mouth, his figure flashed, and two white lights shot out from the Cold Sky Sword in his hand, attacking the Qingyi Monk and Tamu respectively, not giving the two of them a chance to react at all.

"Bang!

The green-shirted monk and Tamu were stunned when they saw the white light, and the next moment they found that they had a thick layer of ice on their bodies. At this moment, a gray figure swept silently, and in the shocked and angry eyes of the two, the gray-clothed man used his white long sword to lightly knock the exercises in the hands of the green-shirted monks, and the exercises were detached from the palms of his hands. The figure of the gray-clothed man flashed and disappeared from the sight of the two.

Tamu looked at the empty palm of the green-shirted monk on the opposite side in astonishment, as if in a dream, the gray-clothed man's movements just now were like flowing water, without the slightest hesitation, as if he had practiced countless times. Ta Muli glanced at Tie Qing's distorted face on the other side, his heart was indescribably happy, and he had some admiration for the gray-clothed man in his heart, and secretly sighed: "This guy must be a master of sneak attacks!"

Just a breath, the exercise in his hand was snatched away by the little man, the green-shirted monk roared, and the yuan force around his body was agitated, wanting to shatter the ice attached to his body, but then he was stunned again, the ice only cracked a few cracks, and it was not immediately broken, the green-shirted monk's face became blue and purple for a while, but he was speechless.

After snatching the exercises, Han Zhonglin immediately threw the exercises out again, he didn't dare to use the exercises to sneak attack a few other people, in case he was robbed by others again, it would not be beautiful. And a spirit dragon not far away took a big mouth, and swallowed the exercise into his body, and then the spirit dragon tail swung and flew out of the smoke clouds.

"This Cold Sky Sword is really strong!" Han Zhonglin held the best magic weapon in his hand, it was really a sharp weapon for sneak attack, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

As soon as Han Zhonglin's mind moved, he locked on two more figures, the purple-clothed young man held a long sword in his hand, and between the other palm flipping, the five elements of the spell were connected into a line, and the fast conversion of the exercises was terrifying. Standing opposite the purple-clothed young man is a silver figure, it is Lei Jin, Lei Jin is holding a Tsukidan in one hand, so that a silver palm is skillfully controlling a silver long whip, and then look at the long whip is completely transformed by Lei Yuanli, and the sound of "pop" and "snap" is constant between the shaking.

The two of them were fully dressed, not as unbearable as the Qingshan Monk and Ta Muli in front of them, and their faces were also a little pale, obviously Han Zhonglin's "Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flowers" was a little ruthless just now, and the strength of these two people was obviously one line higher than the previous two.

A quarter of an hour is approaching, whoever snatches the green pill in front of him will be its owner, but Zong Ming and Lei Jin are both cautious people, they have to guard against being attacked by others, and until the last moment, they will not use the bottom of the box trick.

Suddenly, the two of them caught a glimpse of two cyan rays of light at the same time, shooting towards the two of them, and both of them were not surprised but showed relief, because the person they were waiting for finally couldn't hold it anymore.

However, at the moment when the two of them were distracted, two white lights shot out from the opposite direction, and the speed was a little faster than that cyan Feihua? Zong Ming and Lei Jin's expressions couldn't help but change greatly, and they just wanted to dodge, only to feel a cold stabbing at them, causing the two of them to stagnate, followed by two sounds of "bang" and "bang", and the two of them fixed their bodies on the spot.

Han Zhonglin stepped out of the smoke and clouds, and had already come to the front of the two of them, and with a flick of his left and right fingers, he heard two sounds of "pop" and "pop", and the long sword and Zhuji Dan in the hands of Zong Ming and Lei Jin fell off from the palms of the two. Han Zhonglin flew between the two, and first grabbed the green pill into his palm, and then the big hand was another move, and the long sword and the Tsukidan both flew towards the palm of his hand.

"You.." Seeing that Han Zhonglin robbed him like this, Lei Jin was angry and couldn't help but say angrily.

Who knows, Han Zhonglin listened to Lei Jin's roar, he didn't look back, and stepped out next, and his figure had disappeared into the smoke cloud.

"You're the one who robbed it!"

Han Zhonglin's cold voice floated in, Lei Jin's expression was stunned at first, but then his face turned blue and white for a while, and the long whip in his hand exploded with a "click".

Zong Ming glanced at the place where the gray figure had disappeared, and a helpless smile appeared on his face, and at the moment when the person "passed by" just now, he found that the white long sword in the person's hand turned out to be a rare and superb ice sword.

In the blink of an eye, four of the seven rewards fell into Han Zhonglin's pocket, but since Han Zhonglin wanted to play big, he would never give away the other three rewards.

The two skeletal palms of the brown-clothed monk of the Shenxing Sect slapped silently on the tumbling Bai Lian, but they felt that they had hit a ball of cotton, and they couldn't move an inch. The brown monk's brown robe was also missing a large piece at this time, just exposing his head, this person's cheeks were slender, his eyes were sunken, and he had a living ghost face, as if it was caused by the cultivation of evil exercises, and his eyes flashed with a cold light, which made people feel frightened, and he didn't know what he was planning.

The Holy Maiden of the Flowerless Holy Land turned and changed, and he saw that the white practice in front of him was long and short, sometimes rolling, sometimes tangled, like spirituality. At this time, the clothes of the saint of the flowerless holy land are also a little messy, one long sleeve falls, revealing half of the white and smooth arms, and the full chest of the clothes swaying piece by piece, the profane clothes are exposed, revealing a snow-white under the neck, and under the profane clothes are two towering twin peaks, accompanied by the ups and downs of the proud breasts of the big beauty, the protrusions of the size of two grape grains occasionally bulge, which is extremely tempting, and makes people want to go up and stroke it well.

The green veil of the flowerless saint is long gone, such as the two-petal cherry lips slightly opened, the peach cheeks are slightly red, and the ice and snow jade-like skin can be blown and broken.

At this time, the original seductive eyes of the Flowerless Saintess flashed with cold light, and she was bound to seize the short knife magic weapon not far away, and the "ghost" on the opposite side was also a difficult person, and it was not down for a long time, and the Flowerless Saintess was also secretly anxious at this time.

Suddenly, the mutation was born again, a cold momentum appeared in her senses, she looked at it in surprise, and found a translucent sword stretched out from the smoke clouds, a boundless chill pierced people's hearts, just at the moment when she was stunned, several white lights from the big sword, then flashed away, and the next moment appeared around her, and then there were a few "bang", "bang", and the flowerless saint felt a touch of coldness from her chest into her body.

The Ghost-Faced Monk glanced at the white greatsword in surprise, and found that a cold aura had completely enveloped it, completely locking his back path, and there was nowhere to escape.

The white light shot out, and the ghost-faced monk didn't pick it up, and it didn't either, just when he hesitated, the white light suddenly exploded, making his body stunned, and then another white light swept over, and the ghost-faced monk had a layer of dark ice attached to his body.

Han Zhonglin's figure stepped out of the smoke cloud, and a string of white light shot out from the Cold Sky Sword, continuously freezing the two worlds of different faces in front of him.

Walking forward, every step Han Zhonglin took knocked on the hearts of the two. Gently grabbed the short knife into his hand, and then Han Zhonglin stepped in front of the Flowerless Saintess.

Looking at the beautiful face in front of him, Han Zhonglin had a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and then his gaze moved down, and a piece of snow white came into his eyes, Han Zhonglin looked at it a few more times without concealment, and then smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and sucked the yuan force in his palm, and grabbed the long whip into his hand.

In the face of Han Zhonglin's actions, the Flowerless Saintess was shocked and angry at first, when his eyes stayed on his chest, the Flowerless Saintess was ashamed and annoyed, perhaps it was the first time to be so "blasphemed", the Flowerless Saintess's heart trembled for no reason, and a red rose on her peach cheeks, which was very tempting.

As soon as Han Zhonglin turned around, he came to the body of the brown-clothed ghost face again, directly took the exercise, and took one step out, and his figure disappeared into the smoke and clouds, and then the cold sky sword rose into the sky, and also disappeared in the induction of the two.

After three or four breaths, the Flower Saintess broke through the ice, her apricot eyes were full of coldness, looking at the place where the gray-clothed man disappeared, but there was an inexplicable complex color hidden in the depths of her bright eyes.

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