Xiang Hao watched the little demon god and the Cold Moon Holy Son fight, and was fascinated. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sky was full of snow, and every crystal snowflake turned into a weapon with great lethality, like a snowflake flying sword, filling the sky.

This is the big killing move of the Cold Moon Holy Son.

The little demon god is by no means an idle person, his whole body, there is a golden air flow erupting, blood and qi rolling, this is the essence of the flesh, and there may not be one person in the tens of millions of people who can cultivate it.

The little demon god's physical essence is huge, and those lethal snowflakes can't get close to him, and they are shocked everywhere, but the attacks of the Cold Moon Holy Son are endless, and the snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, and there are more and more, and in the end, they almost turned into a storm, which is extremely terrifying.

The little demon god was also terrifying, his own flesh essence and golden path mana soared into the sky, and he almost turned into a storm, colliding fiercely with the Cold Moon Holy Son,-for-tat.

Many people were frightened and dumbfounded when they saw it, the Cave Law Realm could exert such power, and it was really only an extraordinary person who could do it.

Xiang Hao stared at the two of them in the big battle, especially the means of the Cold Moon Holy Son to manipulate the snowflakes, which made him realize something.

"What if you use swordsmanship to manipulate?" Xiang Hao thought to himself, and suddenly closed his eyes.

The moment he closed his eyes, Xiang Hao imagined in his mind the scene of himself using his sword to manipulate the snow, and his thoughts became clearer and clearer.

This is also a kind of sword intent, cold, ethereal, and in harmony with natural phenomena.

Gradually, the people standing around Xiang Hao suddenly moved away from Xiang Hao, because Xiang Hao's body had an extremely cold breath, and a magical scene appeared, flying snowflakes were circling around Xiang Hao's body.

"What's going on?" someone was shocked.

"How did I feel that aura of the Son of the Cold Moon? ”

"I know, he must have had an epiphany after watching the Son's method of fighting. ”

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Xiang Hao did have an epiphany and understood an artistic conception, but it was only the first glimpse of the door.

The Holy Son and the Little Demon God, who were fighting in the air, felt everything, and looked down at Xiang Hao, the Little Demon God was nothing, but the Cold Moon Holy Son was face changed, and then his eyes became cold.

"Tongtian, I'll make a break with you another day, don't force me to break the net with you now. The Holy Son of the Cold Moon said coldly.

"You're going to trouble him?" the little demon god pointed at Xiang Hao on the ground, and his purple pupils emitted a demonic light.

The Cold Moon Holy Son didn't answer the little demon god, but he swooped down, killed Xiang Hao, and shouted: "Who is Xiaoxiao, how dare you steal my Supreme Method of the Cold Moon Cave Heaven?"

Xiang Hao suddenly opened his eyes, and the cold light in his eyes flashed.

"What do you mean by stealing learning?, do you know how to speak human words?" Xiang Hao used his palm as a knife and slashed at the Cold Moon Holy Son very casually.

Boom, this random blow made the void tremble, and a brilliant golden light erupted, blasting against the Holy Son who swooped down.

At the moment of the collision, the Cold Moon Holy Son was shaken back, and Xiang Hao was as motionless as a mountain.

This scene made many people frightened, and stared at Xiang Hao in disgrace, could this be another fierce man like the little demon god?

The Cold Moon Holy Son's expression also changed slightly, the power of this person's random blow was so huge, it should not be underestimated, the cautious Holy Son no longer made a move, and asked in a deep voice: "I don't know Your Excellency's surname, how can I be the supreme artistic conception of the Cold Moon Cave Heaven?"

"When did the natural law of heaven and earth become the private property of the Cold Moon Cave Heaven? It's ridiculous. Xiang Hao sneered.

"Your Excellency, this is outside the Cold Moon Cave Heaven, you should pay attention to the tone and attitude of your speech, otherwise, your life will be in danger. The Cold Moon Holy Son said with a cold look in his eyes.

A little demon god gave him enough headaches, causing his prestige in Cold Moon City to be greatly reduced, but now a seemingly powerful contemporaneous suddenly appeared, and the Cold Moon Holy Son was really a little depressed in his heart.

"For unreasonable people, my tone has always been like this, and I can't help it if I can't get used to it, I want to go it alone and let the horse come. Xiang Hao said indifferently.

Hey, many people gasped, what's the matter today? It's just that the little demon god with the support of the City Lord's Mansion behind him dares to argue with the Holy Son, and now a guy who doesn't know where he came from is actually on the same page with the Holy Son.

The Cold Moon Holy Son was furious, he couldn't kill the little demon god, and he didn't dare to kill the little demon god Liwei, but Xiang Hao, a character who didn't know where it came from, he dared to kill.

"You ask for death, and I will fulfill you. "The Holy Son of the Cold Moon knows that if he doesn't kill Xiang Hao, his prestige will fall again.

"Stop. At this moment, a cold voice came out of the cave, and then a woman like a Guanghan fairy came out, peerless, cold and arrogant like snow.

It's a woman in white, Xiang Hao has seen it on the road to slaughter gods.

"Are you out of the customs?" the Holy Son of the Cold Moon immediately changed his face, walked to the woman in white in a graceful manner, and spoke softly.

The woman in white nodded and asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"

"It's not a big deal, it's just a clown jumping off the beam, the saint doesn't have to worry about such a trivial matter, I'll take care of it." The Holy Son of the Cold Moon said with a smile on his face.

"Yo, the Holy Son has a hand in picking up girls, haha. In the void, the little demon god laughed unscrupulously.

The Holy Son of the Cold Moon automatically ignored the Little Demon God, and he was not willing to fight the Little Demon God again at this time.

The woman in white was expressionless, and when she was about to say something, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Xiang Hao in front of the crowd.

"Is that you?" the woman in white was slightly surprised.

"I didn't expect you to be the Holy Maiden of the Cold Moon Cave Heaven, disrespectful and disrespectful. Xiang Hao hugged his fists, and his tone and movements were more mocking than polite.

The woman in white frowned, but she didn't say anything, but the Holy Son of the Cold Moon seemed to be angry, pointed at Xiang Hao, and said loudly: "What are you? ”

"Immeasurable Tianzun, Xiang Hao, if you can bear this, Poor Dao will break off your friendship. The immeasurable Taoist priest fanned the flames, but looking at the eyes of the Cold Moon Holy Son, he was really a little angry.

"Forbearance?" Xiang Hao smiled coldly: "In my world, there is no forbearance." ”

"What can you do? "The Holy Son of the Cold Moon doesn't take Xiang Hao in his eyes at all.

"No, I'll give you a sword. Xiang Hao suddenly took out the sword fetus, and as soon as the sword came out, the snow in the sky suddenly rioted, as if he had been given a soul, all of them lived, accompanied by the murderous sword light, moved with the sword, and slashed towards the Holy Son of the Cold Moon.

This is a sword flying snow, which contains a sharp artistic conception, the picture is beautiful, but the lethality is huge, this sword made the audience sensational.

"Kendo will?"

"Sure enough, it is a hero who is a young man, and given time, it may not be a problem for this son to surpass the Holy Son of the Cold Moon. An old man said loudly, but his words were tantamount to killing Xiang Hao.

"Shameless, I'll show you the real Flying Snow. The Cold Moon Holy Son also quickly took out a great sword that was shining with cold light.