The young man surnamed Li had a strange expression, he never thought that the person in front of him who stubbornly survived the storm would be Kurosawa.

He and Kurosawa were only one-sided friends, but they were also relatively eye-to-eye, and he still remembered the scene of the battle between the two on the martial platform.

It's been two years, right?

The laws of gravity and survival have made him unforgettable, and it is for this reason that he went away to Beiliang and comprehended the laws in this extreme realm.

At that time, although his strength was not weak, but it was still too reluctant to go to the depths of the northern realm, and he suffered a lot along the way, if it wasn't for Master Qingming's rescue, maybe he would have become an ice sculpture in the northern realm, right? No, I'm afraid that the ice sculpture won't be able to stay, it will only become a puddle of snow and disappear with the wind and waves.

His face is extremely interesting, he used to be a little inferior because of the law, but now he can fight in the light.

Nothing is more important to him than someone who can fight with him. Even as long as he thought of Kurosawa's recovery and being able to compete with each other, his heart became hot, even the cold air that poured into his body from his fingertips was not so important.

He picked Kurosawa on his back and walked towards the village step by step.

Master Qingming was already waiting at the entrance of the village, his thin gray monk's robe and not strong body, like a gust of wind could blow him down, but the cold snow fell from the sky, and before it reached him, he was pushed away by a mysterious force.

The ice and snow didn't seem to blur his vision, his eyes kept following the steps of the young man surnamed Li, and he seemed to be silently observing Nangong Fan on his back.

He has always been calm and light, but at this time, there was a trace of heartfelt heartache, "Obviously he has a fate with my Buddha, why do you want to enter the demon path?"

When the young man surnamed Li walked in front of him, he returned to his original state, and shook off his monk's robe, "Xiangyang, bring him to my room." ”

"Yes. ”

Li Xiangyang followed Master Qingming to the most central wooden house.

A golden Buddha statue fills almost the entire space, and there is an old futon and a slightly worn wooden fish under it.

Li Xiangyang, at the suggestion of Master Qingming, put Nangong Fan on the futon.

The futon swayed brightly, and countless rays of light drilled into Nangong Fan's body.

Master Qingming squatted down slightly, his hands folded, "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south." ”

The light of the Buddha appeared, and as Master Qingming's palm pushed down together, it was like the Five Fingers Mountain pressing down, the cold air was steaming, and Nangong Fan's pale skin gradually returned to ruddy.

After a while, Master Qingming finally withdrew his palm, nodded at Li Xiangyang, and walked out of the house.

He's going to the deepest part of the ice field to fight the cold.

......

Nangong Fan was half asleep and half awake, and felt that someone was going to touch his body, and subconsciously activated the residual power of the Black Dragon Armor, but this also consumed all his remaining strength.

If it weren't for the power of the black dragon armor that wasn't a divine object in this realm, he would have turned into powder like those demon beasts in that storm.

The cold air was all over Nangong Fan's body, and all his spiritual sense could only lie dormant in the sea of consciousness, waiting for this storm to pass.

I don't know how long it took, and a warm current came from the limbs.

Nangong Fan felt as if he had seen a flash of holy light, shining in his body, the cold qi was passing, and the power that had disappeared was returning to his body.

Hmm, who saved me?

Nangong Fan was ignorant, exhaustion welled up in his heart, and he fell asleep again. It's just that this time I slept without the slightest caution, and slept very sweetly.

......

"Master, Kurosawa is all right?"

"Don't worry, it's just that the body was destroyed under the cold snap, and now it's recovering. ”

"It's been five days of sleep. ”

"Don't be in a hurry! it should be soon, it should be soon. ”

Neither of the two people who were talking noticed that Nangong Fan, who was lying on the ground, had his ears flapped lightly a few times.

......

The intermittent sound resounded in Nangong Fan's ears. It was the same two people he heard when he was ignorant, and the young voice seemed to be a little familiar, where had he heard it?

The breath on his body seemed to be the one who had touched his body earlier, who could he be, why did he save me?

The cold on my body has been removed, I should be able to control my body, right?

Hmm, it's cold, it's stiff.

Nangong Fan's right arm moved slightly, and then quickly fell down. Every movement was so difficult that it took his whole mind.

I'm not going to be an ice cube, am I?

Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep Nima! Get up, hey, a boy who is destined to become a god! How can he be defeated by this setback?

The two voices kept affecting Nangong Fan's will.

Get out! Get out!

Nangong Fan's soul roared angrily, rippling above the sea of knowledge.

The fist is clenched and can move!

With this fulcrum, Nangong Fan's soul quickly spread all over his body. What's the feeling of ice? It's just the illusion of sleeping for too long.

Nangong Fan opened his eyes suddenly, there was a breathing sound in his ears, tilted his head slightly, and a young man sat cross-legged beside him, and the cold current covered his body, and was swallowed by it at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cold qi here penetrates deep into the bone marrow and reaches the soul.

Of course, this was not what surprised Nangong Fan, his eyes were fixed on the face of the person in front of him, his memory was pulling, and he couldn't help muttering, "Ask the Heavenly Demon Sect Li Xiangyang!"

At the end of the capital competition, the group of famous cities and Tianjiao recognized the first person!

It seems that he used the law of survival to force the dragon and become a big hole card for himself under his oppression.

I didn't expect to see him again here!

Li Xiangyang slowly opened his eyes, and his pupils were like frost. He smiled slightly stiff, "Are you awake?"

Nangong Fan nodded slightly, his voice was slightly hoarse, "I didn't expect you to save me." ”

The young man of two years ago also looks vicissitudes now. The elegant demeanor is no longer there, and there is only a very thickly dressed martial artist in front of him.

has changed so much in two years, and it seems that when they break through and make progress, these real Tianjiao have never stopped their journey.

Nangong Fan doesn't have the idea of the eldest in the sky, the second in the earth, and the third in himself, Li Xiangyang has changed so much, he is a surprise from the bottom of his heart, just like seeing Mengjun for the first time, and he sighed that he was not alone.

After Li Xiangyang saw that it was Nangong Fan who he saved, he thought at first glance that he had to have a discussion. Nangong Fan was the same at this time.

is to sit and talk with Mengjun, and Li Xiangyang must have a fight to be happy.

Nangong Fan instantly felt that his body, which was originally slightly numb, was full of strength, and he couldn't wait to fight now.

Li Xiangyang looked at Nangong Fan's fiery gaze and pursed his lips and smiled, "You have a good rest again, I'll wait for you." ”

"Good. Nangong Fan nodded heavily.

......

This break was two full days before Nangong Fan felt that his state had fully recovered.

The cold qi is in the marrow, even with the help of Master Qingming, it is indeed a trouble to eradicate it. Fortunately, the master is probably not a person in this world, and his means can be called immortals, his Buddhism is profound, and his words are secretly in line with the will of heaven.

For some reason, Nangong Fan always felt that the master looked at him with great regret, and he couldn't come up with a reason after thinking about it for a long time, so he had to forget about it.

"How long have I been asleep?" Nangong Fan played with the black dragon sword in his hand and looked at Li Xiangyang, who was standing opposite him.

The exchange that both of them were looking forward to has finally arrived.

"It's been nine days since I found you. Li Xiangyang opened his mouth lightly, looking at Nangong Fan, who was wearing a few pieces less than him, and looked down at the clothes on his body that were almost rolled into balls, and there was a faint sadness in his heart.

We are obviously in our twenties, why can you not be afraid of the cold and have a demeanor? And even if I dress like this, I can only feel a deep chill? In this life, there is no harm if there is no comparison.

"That's okay. Nangong Fan nodded, "Begin?"

"Something to be busy, I haven't seen you for two years, and you've become a busy person. When Li Xiangyang said this, he felt more and more sad. It's like I'm just doing nothing?, but I've been working hard to cultivate, why do I always feel like I've wasted my time when I talk to this guy?

"Let's get started!"

The voice fell.

The two moved in unison, with their long swords in their hands, pointing at each other.

The originally lax posture was solemnized, and a solemn atmosphere shrouded the two of them.

Neither of them is a person who will be easily merciful, saying that it is a sparring, and the real life and death fight will be a little more restrained, except for some taboo but powerful spells will be unscrupulous.

Although the two did not say it explicitly, they both agreed to this way of learning.

Otherwise, what's the point of being timid in a fight? If it's a man, you have to be brave and just face it.

Both disappeared in place at the same time.

The wind and waves rose suddenly, and the crackling sound was heard everywhere.

I could barely see the two shadows quickly touching each other in the ice and snow, quickly separating, and colliding again.

The cold light flickered, and the ice and snow were vast. In the blink of an eye, the two fought no less than a hundred times.

This time, there are white rays rising into the sky, and there are red rays slashing horizontally.

Red and white, fleeting. The two of them parted at the touch of a button, each standing with their backs to each other just now.

"Happy! Someone I will never forget in the past two years. Li Xiangyang looked up to the sky and laughed, turned around and stood, the thick clothes on his body turned into butterflies and scattered, and he didn't look cold because of this, but the heat surged up, and he looked passionate.

Li Xiangyang just suffered a slight loss because of the clothes that bound his hands and feet.

Fortunately, except for the last move, the two of them only tried a little and immediately separated. After all, the two of them are not kittens or puppies, they both have their own pride, if someone can't even accept this temptation, there is no need to continue this discussion. There must be someone who is outdated in the two, maybe this time it will be a lifetime.

Judging from this temptation, the results are gratifying, neither of the two is outdated, and the gap is difficult to see with the naked eye. But judging from the original gap, Nangong Fan has made greater progress in the past two years.

"Each other, each other. Nangong Fan was also very happy, fighting with his peers was completely different from fighting with the old oilers, and he also felt that his blood was surging.

As for the cold air surging around him, he can almost completely ignore it in the later stage of the epithelium, and it is difficult to break free in the storm because the epithelia was first cut open by the hurricane, and the cold air invaded, otherwise the cold snap alone would not be able to hurt him.

When it comes to survivability, physical cultivation is more than one level stronger than spiritual cultivation.

Li Xiangyang looked at Nangong Fan and turned around slowly, "Brother Hei, be careful." ”

When Nangong Fan nodded, Li Xiangyang moved.

The cold current surged, the wings of ice and snow spread loosely behind the back, and between the fans, the wind and snow flowed, and the terrifying air waves formed a vague phantom, which covered the sky and the earth, and came towards Nangong Fan to suppress it.

Nangong Fan's eyes flashed with surprise, this feeling is that the law plus the Dao Classic! Li Xiangyang's biggest progress is not to reach the mid-level legend, but to also comprehend the law, plus the use of the Dao Classic, to improve the combat power to the extreme.

The phantom is outlined between heaven and earth, like a tombstone, and the atmosphere of desolation and desolation arises spontaneously.

Dare to ask the sky, what is a demon?

The devil can bury the sky!

In the ice and snow, the general trend of heaven and earth and the magic skills complement each other, and there is really a bit of momentum to bury the sky.

Nangong Fan was pleasantly surprised, the black dragon sword danced at his fingertips, "Ice and Fire Singing!"

Mars emerges, ice looms.

Fire is the fire of spiritual power, containing the breath of Dao fire, and containing the great power of heaven and earth.

There is ice in front of you, how can you use yourself to exhaust your mind and condense it, and reach the legendary Nangong Fan can also lead the general trend of heaven and earth.

Ice and fire flowed, and a Taiji diagram appeared in front of Nangong Fan, and the Tao rhyme was born.

The laws of ice and fire are intertwined.

With the crisp sound of the sword, they rushed towards the tombstone with a furious momentum like two giant dragons.