Pain-

The extreme pain woke Feng Qiao up, and she tried hard to open her eyes, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't lift them. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The brain is groggy, and there is no place in the body that is not aching. She struggled several times to open her eyelids, but there was a blur in front of her. She tried to raise her hand and wipe her eyes, but she tried several times, only to find that both arms could not move.

Not only the pain, but also the bone-chilling cold. She felt as if she was lying on the ice of a deep winter night, frozen and almost dying. Feng Qiao had to close his eyes again to rest. I don't know how long it took, but she felt that the strength in her body slowly recovered some, and then she opened her eyes again.

This seems to be at the bottom of the abyss, the stone walls on all sides are covered with a thick layer of ice, the ice is as clear as crystal, you can clearly see the rocks below, and the light is folded, Feng Qiao guessed that this ice is a few zhang thick. Countless ice ridges are pierced or hung down, reflecting the cold moonlight, the dog's teeth are intertwined, the horizontal ridges are covered, and the cold air is like hell. Looking up, there is a line of sky-like cliff tops, and the bright moon hangs in the dark night sky through the gaps between the ice edges, reflecting the brightness of the sky and the earth.

Just above them, there was a large hole in the staggered ice edges, the edges of which were broken. Obviously, it was smashed open by her and the tiger falling down. Broken ice spikes fell all over the ground, and a few pieces of broken ice landed right next to her.

What surprised Feng Qiao the most was that the stone wall was extremely steep, as straight as if it had been split by someone, and it didn't look like a product of nature at all.

Feng Qiao only felt that his whole body was frozen. It's still the hottest summer in June and July, and I'm wearing a cool and breathable single coat, but the strange ice around me has lowered the temperature to the cold winter of the lunar month!

The tiger lay not far from her, its belly still slightly undulating. It was about the rebound when they fell, which made the two of them smash in different directions.

Feng Qiao's gaze swept around.

In the distance, there was a huge ice spike rising from the ground, the thickest part of the bottom was about the thickness of five people hugging each other, and the tip pierced straight into the sky, about four or five feet high.

The wounds on her body were all scabbed, but she was still extremely cold. Although the wound heals quickly, the lost blood is not easy to replenish. It was probably because of her envoy's physique that she wasn't frostbitten.

Feng Qiao staggered up, picked up an ice ridge to support, and slowly rubbed forward with the ice. The temperature at the bottom of the cliff was extremely low, and the ice didn't feel like it was going to freeze her hands to the touch, and she rubbed it a little strangely, and the ice edge didn't show the slightest sign of being melted by the heat!

Feng Qiao was a little strange, but he didn't bother to think about it, he just held on to the ice edge and quickly walked in front of the ice spike.

In the ice thorn, there is a sword sealed! The sword was originally silvery-white, but it was stained with reddish-brown blood, covering the strange patterns all over the sword body!

She raised her hand and wanted to touch the ice thorn, but her arm was a little stiff, and she slashed through the sharp ice and tore a huge wound! The blood slid down his arm and fell on the ice, making a sneering sound, and bursts of white mist rose up!

Feng Qiao was taken aback, but there was still a dull pain in her head, and she couldn't react. As soon as his legs were weak, he was about to slip, and he couldn't help but hold on to the ice spike with one hand.

The ice spikes melt instantly!

Feng Qiao only felt that his palm suddenly had strength, his body staggered, and his right hand, which was originally supported on the ice spike, was already deeply trapped in the ice thorn!

The ice seemed to be terrified of her blood. As soon as Feng Qiao lowered her head, she saw that the ice surface that was originally dripping with her blood on the ground had melted into a small pit, and her arm was trapped in the ice spikes, and the melted hole was still snorting white smoke, constantly expanding outward!

She could already touch the sword.

"Roar, roar—"

Feng Qiao turned his head suddenly!

That tiger! It staggered to its feet!

Feng Qiao could clearly see the blood-red fierce light in its eyes. There was no time to sigh at the tenacity of its life, her heart tightened, and her right hand had already reflexively grasped the hilt of the sword, and pulled it out!

The snow is like practice, and the right is up and down, straight to meet the tiger that pounced!

Snort-

The blood is like a note!

Feng Qiao gasped.

Half a tiger's head, grunting and rolling on the ground, finally stopped at Feng Qiao's feet. The tiger's huge body slammed into the ground with a bang, splashing Feng Qiao's face with blood. The irregular incision of the tiger's head is extremely smooth, and it can be seen that it is not blocked by the bones at all.

What kind of sword is this, so sharp?! When she split the tiger's body, she didn't use any force at all, just like cutting tofu with an iron knife, and even splitting bones with ease!

The cold air at the bottom of the cliff was cold, and in just a moment, the blood stains on Feng Qiao's body were frozen into ice ballast.

Feng Qiao gasped for breath for a long time before he slowly stopped and slowly raised the sword in his hand. The body of the sword is silvery-white, glowing with a bright and cold moonlight, and covered with fine and dense patterns. The patterns were dark brown and deeply engraved, almost penetrating the sword. The blade of the sword was stained with blood, which had turned from blood red to reddish-brown, and it was still flowing, covering the entire sword.

No, not blood!

It's rust!

In the blink of an eye, the silver-white sword was already covered with rust, and those rust marks began to spread from the pattern and from the blade, quickly eroding the entire sword! The blade of the sword was corroded, mottled and curled, and the smooth surface of the sword became rough. The sword exposed to the air seemed to be trembling faintly, Feng Qiao couldn't grasp it steadily, and fell to the ground with a clatter!

This incomparably sharp silver sword has been turned into a rusty waste sword!

She gasped, but saw the rusty sword tremble violently, and it burst out with a scorching blue light! The blue light condensed into a little in the blink of an eye, and rushed in from her forehead in an instant!

Feng Qiao only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he fainted on the ice with a bang.