The master's fate is difficult to disobey, Ye Hanxue finally practiced this sword technique, he thought that he would not use it in battle, but he never thought that he would be forced into a desperate situation today!

When he used his sword technique to rush towards the red blood shadow, Ye Hanxue directly condensed his mana and sent the sword in his hand, the Cold Ice Moon, to the full moon in the sky, and hid his body with the help of the moonlight, and at such a high place, no one would have thought that there was such a sharp sword hanging above his head.

With the help of spiritual power, the Divine Sword Cold Ice Moon bloomed with unparalleled sharpness, like a bolt of lightning, across the heavens and the earth, the sword qi tore through everything, and in the blink of an eye, it reached the top of the red blood shadow of the heavenly spirit, and the moment the red blood shadow raised its head, a light was reflected in the pupils, a light that slashed down like thunder!

The crisis of life and death shrouded the mind of the red blood shadow in an instant, and he immediately couldn't care about continuing to shoot at Ye Hanxue, and immediately withdrew his hand and retreated, but the light was cut down unrelentingly.

The sword light swept through the sky, and also swept in front of the red blood shadow, at that moment he saw the handwriting engraved on the Qingfeng sword, felt the eternal chill on the sword, and saw the cold light flickering at the blade, it was natural, beautiful and flawless, but extremely powerful!

The sword fell to the ground, the surging power suddenly exploded, the roar came into the ears, the dead branches and grass blades rolled all over the sky, and the astonishing cold air filled all directions in an instant, wrapping the red blood shadow in it and disappearing, only to hear a painful roar looming in the cold mist, quite terrifying.

The night cold snow retreated again and again, this cold qi emitted by the 'Sword Cold' had been assimilated by the cold qi of heaven and earth, and she easily did not dare to touch herself, she knew very well how far the temperature in the cold qi had dropped, even if she cultivated the 'Xuanyue Ice Heart Technique' technique, it was difficult to compete!

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his eyes were slightly condensed, and Ye Hanxue snorted coldly, stretching out his palm to the cold-filled place, and the void shook slightly.

"Sword coming!" The sound of the sword groan suddenly came into her ears, and a sword light cut through the cold mist and broke through the air, and was held in her hand by the night cold snow, the sword body was flawless, and the cold light was awe-inspiring, like a green swallow returning to the nest, and gently lay down in her palm.

Tianxian Gate invites the Moon Peak Peak Vein Divine Sword - Cold Ice Moon, its strength is strong unless it reaches the third layer of the Tianxian Gate Exercise 'Lotus Moon' realm can be fully controlled, it is not easy to control the Divine Sword Cold Ice Moon with the current cultivation of Ye Hanxue, and it is extremely depleting her mind and spiritual power to perform the sword method with the method of the sword, everything in the world has a spirit, even if a sword, after countless years of spiritual power refining, it has already given birth to spirituality, unless the divine sword is completely refined, otherwise ordinary people want to drive, it is tantamount to a fool's dream.

Being able to perform such a perfect sword technique like this is already the result of concentrating with the spirit of the Divine Sword, and it also proves that Ye Hanxue is extremely talented and unmatched!

She didn't know what this meant, but she clearly felt the cold air coming from the divine sword in her hand, the cold air that made countless demons in the world fearful, but in her hands it was like a child, so gentle and light, even with a faint warmth.

Glancing sideways at the divine sword in his palm, Ye Hanxue retracted his gaze, and although the roar in the cold air was getting weaker, it was still there.

"Can't stay!" The cold light flashed in his eyes, Ye Hanxue swept out of his sleeves, and turned over and slashed down again with his sword in the air, under the blade of the sword, the cold air was awe-inspiring, if it was eroded by the cold, Ye Hanxue would inevitably be seriously injured!

At this moment, a wisp of wind suddenly spread from the blade of the sword, and under the blade, the cold qi suddenly dispersed, revealing the ground covered in frost and the red blood shadow burning with blood-colored spiritual power.

Raised his head slightly, Lao Jiu's expression was still hideous, but at this time he was a lot embarrassed, the cold air on the top of his head with the sword made him bear the extreme power of 'sword cold', even if he had the cultivation to completely suppress the night cold snow, but he was still injured under this sword, not to mention this amazing cold, but the ground was frozen in an instant, and he was in the center of the cold, which was the place where the cold was the heaviest, and it was also the coldest place.

Even though the burning blood-colored spiritual power became a little dim under the continuous erosion of this cold air, at this time he was covered with frost, even if the blood-colored spiritual power kept melting the frost, but this cold qi was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, still freezing him.

But before Ye Hanxue slashed down again, the red blood shadow felt an amazing chill welling up in her heart, this was the first time that Ye Hanxue had used her sword technique so seriously, and the sword technique that condensed all her mental and spiritual power had already begun!

The roar echoed wildly, and the momentum of the red blood shadow surged again, expelling all the frost covering his body, and he swung his fist to meet the killing machine.

The sword light flickered in the cold air, and there was a faint splash of sparks stirring endlessly, there was no amazing momentum, only the sword shadow butterfly flew and roared, which made people tremble.

In just a few breaths, the two fought for dozens of rounds, and the amazing energy was like being imprisoned in the place around the two, until the night cold snow fought with a sword again, and then suddenly surged, sweeping away all the cold air in the sky, and the sky was falling snowflakes again.

A sword slashed on the fist, but there was a spark splashing, the night cold snow's eyes were slightly condensed, and for the first time, his eyes fell on the fist of the red blood shadow, and the red blood shadow under the brute force seemed to only know how to fight with all his strength, so when he suddenly cut off a sword before, Ye Hanxue noticed that something was wrong, and resisted the sharpness of the divine weapon with his body, which is tantamount to a fool's dream, who in the world can do it?

Even if 'Sword Han' is not as sharp as Excalibur, it won't even be able to cut his fist, after all, people are just people, not immortals!

Looking at it at this moment, he really found something different, on his fist, a thing as thin as a cicada's wings and translucent as ice was wrapped around his fingers, like a light veil, but extremely hard, even if the sharpness of the divine sword cold ice moon was difficult to cut, at this time, there were many more traces on that thing, obviously caused by the sword slash just now, but even so, if it can block the sharpness of the divine sword, this thing should also be a list of treasures in the world!

Suddenly, a touch of shock flashed in Ye Hanxue's cold eyes, and he said in a deep voice.

"Could it be the Darkiron Cicada Wing Armor?"

Xuantie Cicada Wing Armor: It is a treasure armor magic weapon in the world, the whole body is like glass warm and moist like water, but it contains a very powerful cold air, like a thin layer of ice attached to it, once it is injected with spiritual power, it will converge, condense the cold into the armor, and increase the defensive power of the treasure armor, even if it is a top spiritual weapon in the world, it is said that it is made by the ancient powers, although it is a treasure armor, it is as thin as a cicada wing, and the whole body is as translucent as ice and extremely strong, and all the people in the world want to get this spiritual weapon!

However, there were people who got the treasure armor, but they were snatched by countless immortal cultivators, and in the end, the Xuantie Cicada Wing Armor was smashed into pieces by the attacks of countless cultivators one after another, and it no longer lived up to the honor of the world's treasure armor.

However, the fragments of the Darkiron Cicada Wing Armor have been preserved with the passage of time and have been hidden by some people with intentions, after all, although the armor is broken, it also has the solidity of the armor, and if it is used at the right time, it may have unexpected power.

At that time, the Xuantie cicada wing armor was divided into seven parts when it was broken, one of which was the finger cover, which was a relatively complete one, looking at the faint fluorescence attached to the fingers of Lao Jiu's hands, it was obvious that the finger sleeves of the cicada wing armor had been put on both fists, if it had not been prepared, it had been worn on the fingers by Lao Jiu, because its whole body was as translucent as ice, and as thin as cicada wings, no one noticed the amazing treasure on his fingers.

The reason why the treasure of the Xuantie Cicada Wing Armor can be recognized by Ye Hanxue is because she has seen it in the ancient books of Tianxian Gate, and she has nothing to do after practicing, so she went to the library and habitually turned up the world's famous weapons recorded on the treasure spectrum.

"I didn't expect to see such a treasure!" Ye Hanxue's eyes lit up slightly, if he could get this thing, it would definitely help his cultivation, but it was impossible to stay, and he couldn't help but feel a little gloomy.

It seems to be slow, but all this happened in an instant, the red blood shadow waved his left fist again in the roar, the fist wind hunted, towards the neck and throat of the night cold snow, the strong wind swept, and before it touched, it made the night cold snow's heart throb, the red blood shadow of the chaotic mind was out of order, but what he did had infinite killing thoughts and evil aura filled the air, it seemed to be flawless, but it was invulnerable.

Turning around to dodge the power of a punch, Ye Hanxue turned into a butterfly shadow and flew behind the red blood shadow, and slashed out again, and the clear sword light brought up a sword flower and stabbed behind the red blood shadow.

She is fast, the red blood shadow is faster! Sideways is a punch on the sword body, the night cold snow but the face remains the same, the sword body is shocked and she quietly retreats, but the sword light is more condensed, the void trampling body suddenly stopped, swept out again, this time the sword light is like electricity, like a sword click!

Not a chop, not a thorn, but a point!

Eighteen kinds of weapons in the world, swords, guns, sticks, halberds, swords, all weapons and swords are the first, the gun is for the stab, pick, sweep three styles, but there is no point, so it requires a strong control skill, the gun can be pointed, but there is no light spirit at that point, only the sword, light and sharp, the most suitable point.

At this point, Ye Hanxue wanted to open the dark iron cicada wing armor! Therefore, she used all her strength to break through the cicada wing armor with skillful strength.

The red blood shadow seemed to sense the killing intent of the sword hidden deep in the night cold snow, and rushed out with a punch again, and the spiritual power surged out like a tide, blasting at the little cold light in front of him, and the pair of cold eyes behind the cold light.

'Ding', there was no amazing momentum, the wave of spiritual power had already been broken by the sword light, and it was directly on the Xuantie cicada wing armor, and a broken sound suddenly sounded in the ears, and the eyebrows of the night cold snow showed a little tiredness, and his face turned pale in an instant.

The cicada's wings were shattered, the night cold snow suddenly spurted blood, cold sweat flowed all over the forehead like beans, the breath was sluggish, and the face seemed to be wrinkled a lot, which was distressing.