"Bang-"

With a bang, all the ice on Pan Geng's body exploded, turning into ice chips flying in the sky. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Northern Coldwave!"

Pan Geng drew his sword out of its sheath and pointed at Du Xuan, and a hazy white river washed out of the void. The ice chips outside the four sides are also time to melt into it and grow it.

Du Xuan wanted to use the Water Charm to continue to control, but found that this long river could not be shaken at all. Although there is water in it, it is wrapped in a cold and silent chill, which is difficult to penetrate.

"The Water Charm has just been enlightened, and it is not strong enough!"

sighed in his heart, the movements under Du Xuan's hands were not slow, and as soon as the sword pill spit out, Jin Xi's sword light sprayed like a rising sun, and he greeted it.

"Quack-"

The sword and the long river collided, as if slashing at the eternal ice layer of 10,000 years. Ice chips and swords flew together, filling the void, and under the sunlight, it was very gorgeous.

Du Xuan could feel that the chill in the hazy river was like a poisonous snake hidden in the dark, bursting from time to time, wanting to rush into his own sword pill and freeze it. It's not that his own sword pill has a thousand silk hand runes as a base, and his essence is strong, so it is really possible to be hit.

"Silver Snake!"

Du Xuan saw that he had been in a stalemate, and at that time he urged the sword pill to evolve a killing move.

The sword pill jumped excitedly, like a swimming fish, and changed thirteen times in a row in an instant, slashing once on each of the thirteen nodes of the hazy long river. Because the speed is too fast, people who don't have enough eyesight look like a sword.

"Click-"

There was a cracking sound, and the hazy river shattered. How could Du Xuan miss such an opportunity, the water rune moved again, and the long river instantly reversed, like a waterfall torrent, rolling towards Pangeng.

A slight surprise flashed in Pan Geng's eyes, but his complexion did not change, and his long sword swung, "Snow Country is coming!"

Heavy snow of goose feathers, born out of thin air, fell one after another.

The long river of inversion was only a moment, and it froze in the void like this, turning into an ice sculpture. And Du Xuan Sword Pill also felt a trace of stagnation between the void wandering.

"One word changes the appearance of the sky! It is worthy of the existence of the thirty tigers on the tiger list!"

"Cracked Sky!"

Du Xuan shouted, and the Thousand Silk Sword Pill sneered and shot out ten sword wires, like a dragon and snake, swimming back and forth, leaving marks everywhere in the void that was cut.

As soon as the sword wire came out, the power of stagnation in the void was suddenly unhindered, like light and electricity, rushing towards Pan Geng, hoping to encircle it in the sword array and suppress it strongly.

Pan Geng himself is the existence of sword qi and liquid, and he practices swords into silk, how can he not understand this? When it was, the long sword in his hand was thrown, and thirteen ice crystal sword filaments were also differentiated, exuding a heavy chill, and he greeted him.

Jingle ——, a fierce fight.

After all, Pan Geng's sword training is the real sense of sword training, although the essence of Du Xuan Sword Pill is not weak, but the power of the sword silk is a little smaller, and it is gradually at a disadvantage, and can only form a sword formation to protect itself.

Pan Geng's ice crystal sword silk also turned into a formation, and it was encircled outside the Du Xuan Split Sky Sword Array, and the name of the formation was Binghe Washing Realm, which was fierce and incomparable. As soon as the sword array was formed, an overwhelming cold wave appeared out of thin air, swept towards the Sky Splitting Sword Array, and suppressed it.

"Ice Age!"

Pan Geng's hands were not idle, referring to the sword, and made another killing move.

In all the heavens and all the worlds, there is an ice age, when the heavens and the earth are gone, and all things wither, it is the real end of the world. As soon as Pan Geng's move came out, the chill in the void was great, and the snowflakes no longer flew, but were rolled into tornado storms with the violent wind that appeared out of thin air, coming from all directions, towards Du Xuan.

"Good means!"

Du Xuan secretly praised, and he didn't panic, his palms moved together, his ten fingers were black and horizontal, and the void grew and gathered, turning into ten craggy peaks, and crashing towards the ice and snow storm outside.

"Bang bang bang-"

The sound of explosions came to mind, and the ice and snow storm that came from the siege were all shattered, but the ten black peaks were still strong, and there were not even the slightest cracks.

Pan Geng doesn't care, as long as the glacier field is not broken, the storm will never stop. Sure enough, those shattered storm voids condensed again as soon as they swirled, and they looked even grander.

The sound of explosions came to mind one after another, like rain hitting plantains, continuously.

The repeated impacts shocked Du Xuan, but he was like a warrior fighting against heaven and earth, never retreating, and kept moving forward.

His target was the place where the two sword formations were entangled.

Although Pan Geng didn't understand what Du Xuan insisted on, he knew that what the enemy wanted to do, he must not let him do it. At the moment, he no longer delayed, and with a pinch of the magic trick, on the ice crystal sword wire, each of them shone with incomparable brilliance, five colors, ten colors, and thousands of colors, like a long rainbow, spanning the east, west, north and south.

In an instant, the ten sword filaments that Du Xuan Sword Pill had differentiated no longer formed into formations, they were taken up one by one, and fell towards the rainbow. Even, even the body of Du Xuanjian Pill was ready to move, wanting to devote himself to it.

This is Pan Geng's newly cultivated sword technique-Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword!

The Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword is not only cold to the bone, freezing everything, but also integrating the power of heaven and earth Yuan Magnetism, which can be called the nemesis of the world's hardware flying sword. As for sword cultivation, ninety percent of people's flying swords are made of hardware, and encountering the Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword is the end of delivering food. Therefore, it is also included in the three major sword tricks of the outer gate.

For a long time, Pan Geng only used the Ice River Sword Technique to show it, except for a few people, no one knew that he had also practiced the Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword, in order to make a decision at a critical moment. Of course, his original target was not Du Xuan, but the people on the Tiger List who were ranked above him.

However, after a fierce battle with Du Xuan, he understood that Du Xuan was the one who was qualified to let him use the new refining hole cards.

"Na Yuan Palm!"

Du Xuan knew that the situation was critical, and when it was, he slapped it again, and the weak water opened the long river, no matter what storm, frost and snow, all of them were thrown into it, and disappeared, instantly revealing a path.

Du Xuan strode forward, and the ten black water peaks surrounded by his body quickly reduced to one yuan of heavy water under the manipulation of his water control rune, converging into a river, and the void flowed, rushing into the thousand silk sword pills that were constantly trembling in the void.

"Tianhe, burial sword!"

Accompanied by Du Xuan's voice——, the golden mangs on the sword pill turned black, a leap, the black mangs rose sharply, the river was turbulent, overwhelming, and the sword platform turned into a Wang Yang Zeguo.

Yuanci Changhong, Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword, Frost and Snow, Storm, Cold Wave, and even Pan Geng, the son of the Northern Underworld, were all buried in it. On the surging black river, there is only one person standing, and that is Du Xuan.

At this moment, Du Xuan stood with his hands in his hands, his clothes fluttering, and he was indescribably chic. However, he was just as shocked in his heart, the power of the Tianhe Burial Sword Technique was too great, and it was beyond his imagination.

Sensing the situation of Pan Geng, the son of the Northern Underworld, Du Xuan quickly stopped, Tianhe retreated, Pan Geng was completely unconscious, his body pores were bleeding, and the injury was not light.