On the edge of the ice pit, Sima Chuan was holding a blood-stained golden scimitar in his left hand, and his whole body trembled and panted. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The tip of the golden scimitar was still dripping blood, and this drop of blood was Ye Feng's.

At this time, Sima Chuan was staring downward, and a moment later, a deafening laughter came out a mile away, but everyone who heard the laughter was shocked.

"Although he was sucked away from twenty percent of his vitality, it was worth it in exchange for Ye Feng's tragic death. It was unclear how deep the ice pit was, and even if he couldn't fall to Ye Feng, he wouldn't want to survive under the cutlass cut his chest. Sima Chuan raised his hand and grabbed the corner of the black robe, wiped the blood on the golden scimitar, and then put it back into the black robe.

Everyone in Qingshui knows that the Hengyue faction is famous for its fist and foot kung fu, and only some of the people in the faction hold swords and swords. And anyone who knows Sima Chuan knows that Sima Chuan never uses a knife. This time, Sima Chuan was wearing a scimitar, obviously planning that when Ye Feng sucked his vitality, he would kill Ye Feng with a swing.

I have to say that Sima Chuan's timing of grasping was extremely accurate, and when Ye Feng was fully engaged in absorbing his vitality, he quickly pulled out his scimitar and hit Ye Feng hard, and then grabbed Ye Feng and threw him into the ice pit.

"It's a pity that the sword and Ye Feng's strange martial arts. However, after tonight, all the treasures of the Ye family will be sent by my Hengyue faction, which is also something worth celebrating. Sima Chuan stabilized his qi and blood, buttoned his robe and hat on his head again, snorted coldly at the ice pit below, turned around and walked and gradually disappeared into the frost and white mist.

An hour ago, Ye Feng, Yan Xiang'er and Sima Chuan came here one after another. An hour later, there were no three of them to be seen.

Perhaps, no one will know about the battle between Ye Feng and Sima Chuan, or maybe the battle between the two will spread all over the Qingshui Country and be known by the people in the rivers and lakes and the major sects.

Sima Chuan killed the person who didn't want this battle to be made public, so he hurriedly wanted to leave the glacier realm and go outside to find Yan Xiang'er who had escaped.

Only by killing Yan Xiang'er can Sima Chuan feel that today's events can be hidden.

After waiting until nightfall to wash the Ye family in blood, the next morning can logically use Ye Longtian as an excuse to find out where the Ye family's treasures are buried when dealing with the dead bodies of No. 100.

Sima Chuan's plan can be described as ruthless and ferocious, if Yan Xiang'er is killed again, it will really be seamless.

But is there anything perfect about the things of the world? Can paper really hold fire?

The plan is thorough but not seamless, and the good thing is not perfect.

In Sima Chuan's opinion, Ye Feng would die, how could he have expected that half an hour after he left, there was a loud 'bang' at the bottom of the ice pit?

The loud noise is relative to the bottom of the ice pit and cannot be heard from standing on the edge of the pit above. Because this loud sound has dissipated on the way.

"It's cold! My body is so cold. ”

In the endless darkness, a sound of weakness was heard.

This sound broke the silence in the darkness, and seemed to bring endless joy to the darkness, so that the sound swirled in the darkness for a long time.

A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour, until an hour had passed, and no word was heard.

Two hours passed, and words with a hint of strength broke the silence of darkness again.

"It hurts! It's mine...... Chest...... It hurts. ”

The sound dissipated, and the endless darkness became silent once more.

Time flew by, and after three hours, the sound of lapping water sounded in the darkness.

"Ahem...... Cough! What is this place? ”

I couldn't see anything in the darkness, but I could hear footsteps, as if someone was moving.

"Wow!"

With the sound of drawing the sword, a dazzling purple light instantly dispelled the darkness and illuminated the scenery in all directions.

With a whoosh, the sword body stabbed into the ground three inches, and a pale young man with his right hand covering his chest stood sideways.

The young man was Ye Feng who was thrown into the ice pit by Sima Chuan.

With the light of the purple mang, Ye Feng looked up, but his vision was obscured by the frost and white mist floating on the top layer.

Turning around slowly, Ye Feng saw a hundred-meter-wide pool.

"It seems that the sky is endless, let me Ye Feng fall into the pool."

Ye Feng already understood that the reason why he didn't die was because he fell in a pool.

Although the waterhole saved Ye Feng's life, the strong collision force between the fall and the water surface still shattered many of Ye Feng's muscles and bones.

In the last three stages of junior high school, the chivalrous man is refining the strength of the human body's muscles and bones through vitality. This is also Ye Feng's cultivation commission in the later stage, if he is still in the middle stage and falls from above Wanzhang, even if there is a pool, he will be shocked to death by the rebound force of the pool water at the moment of contact with the water surface.

Lucky to survive, although Ye Feng was happy in his heart, he was not too happy.

I saw him raise his hands and pull away his clothes layer by layer, and a knife wound that was a foot and three inches long was shocking.

Looking at the knife edge that was still bleeding because of his movement, Ye Feng's teeth creaked, and endless hatred and ferocity appeared in his eyes.

"Division...... Horse...... River! ”

At this moment, the expression on Ye Feng's face became extremely cold, even if the hell fire scorched for seven days and seven nights, it was difficult to melt the coldness on Ye Feng's face at this time.

With full of hatred and hatred, Ye Feng tidied up the bloody clothes, covered the painful wound and turned to look around.

However, just looking at it like this, Ye Feng's eyes suddenly flashed with consternation.

I saw that on his right, there was a straight ten-meter-long ice road. At the end of the ice road, there is a three-meter-wide hole, which is small but particularly conspicuous and eye-catching.

Strange to say, when Ye Feng pulled out the purple sword and came to the entrance of the cave, he suddenly felt a trace of vitality coming from the cave.

"Vitality? Isn't the vitality confined to the dantian? How can there still be vitality in the air? ”

In Ye Feng's memory, he had never heard anyone say that vitality could leave his body, nor had he ever seen the existence of vitality in the air.

You must know that vitality is formed by nurture, and it is also the product of the harmony of yin and yang.

The yin energy can be transformed from the daily intake of food and water through the essence and blood in the body, while the yang energy is generated by the qi of the internal organs and meridians in the body.

Therefore, the vitality can also be called the energy of yin and yang. The balance of yin and yang can produce vitality, and if yin is prosperous, yin qi is formed, and this kind of person's martial arts of cultivating yin and evil can get twice the result with half the effort, and it can also be said to be a matter of course. Although the Yangsheng Dantian also has vitality, he has a personality but is irritable, and his cultivation of strong and brave martial arts is faster than ordinary people.

No matter how you decide, in Ye Feng's impression, the vitality cannot leave the body of a martial artist. But there was a trace of vitality coming out of the cave, which really surprised Ye Feng.

"Sima Chuan, you never expected to throw me down, but you brought me great creation, right? If I can inhale all the vitality in my body, I wonder if you still have the strength to fight? ”

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