Click......

The frozen fist was easily broken.

The slight unevenness of the fracture was flattened in an instant by the ice sword that flew at high speed again.

Qianqiansu's hand slowly closed.

The huge fist shattered the ice ballast.

Cold catharsis.

As if a flood had erupted, streams of ice spread from the Snow Maiden's feet and ran wildly in all directions.

The shattered earth was filled with this stream of ice, and the thick ice surface was piled up layer by layer, and the ice swords that flew around the Snow Maiden flew out one after another, falling from the sky, plunging into the thick ice, and ice peaks rose from the ground and rushed into the sky.

The ice peaks undulated and undulated, enveloping it for thousands of miles.

When the last ice peak stopped growing, the cold air was clear, and large and small snowflakes fell from the sky and slowly swirled.

The white snowflakes, which seemed to have little weight, fell irregularly, silently sinking into the ice, and sparkling with dots.

This is the Ice Queen's ice and snow field, which completely replicates the environment in which the Snow Spirit Ice Demon lives, a cold ice area that has been condensed for thousands of years, with scattered snowflakes all year round and the sun is warm.

The beautiful hexagonal snowflakes are three points sharper than knives, just like the snow spirit ice demon born from that piece of heaven and earth, beautiful but also dangerous.

In the ice and snow realm, the queen is the absolute master.

The two monsters of the Transformation God Gate, along with the sword cultivator couple of the Taiji Sword Gate, were all pulled into the ice and snow realm.

The Queen's gaze was directed at the Ice Mirror, which condensed out of thin air, projecting the images of the four Avatar Stage Cultivators in the realm.

The Ice Mirror moved with the mind of the master of this realm, quickly switching up and down, back and forth.

The summoned Serpent curled up in a ball. Half-closed, as if half-asleep and half-awake, he said lazily: "So that's the case here!" ”

Snakes have a habit of hibernating. This is nature, irreversible, although the six-winged demon snake has been sublimated to the top of the snake species, it can greatly suppress its nature, but when the temperature drops, it is still sleepy, swollen and broken!

"Huh!" The troll titan laughs silly, and it is easy to make people feel the urge to knock on the head.

Hydra was in the corner. A pair of snake eyes coldly observed their surroundings, the center of the vacuum in this ice and snow field.

Then several snake heads stared at the ice mirrors all over the place, their expressions focused and serious. A few snake heads spit out letters from time to time, silently communicate, and having more heads has this kind of benefit, and it will never be boring.

Hydra has thought it through. In fact. After a long and intense discussion and several bites with each other, several snake heads finally made up their minds to bow to the owner of the ink-dyed clothes and completely surrender to their sincerity.

The Troll Titan, the Serap Snake and the Snow Spirit Ice Demon have been grouped, and it has been squeezed out, and the lack of a few snake heads has greatly damaged its strength, and it needs to recover. It's more troublesome than the others, and it's hard to recover without the help of the owner. Without regaining its strength, it will become less and less of a sense of zài in comparison with the growth of other guys.

With its knowledge of its master, its useless subordinates have only one end - destruction.

The Nine Puppets of the Goddess of the Night are famous because their hands are stained with the blood of the Goddess's enemies.

Fighting bloodily for their masters, desperately fighting to the death, is the meaning of their existence.

There are more ideas in the head, and there are more ideas for a while, and even the selfishness is inflated, but fortunately, it is not too late for the hydra to wake up, and the master is now weak, and it is the best time to use them, and it is the best time to wait until the master grows up to the point where he does not need it...... Just thinking about it makes the snake's hair cold.

What makes Hydra realize the reality even more is that the environment they are in now is different from that of their owners.

The world of immortal cultivators!

A true immortal cultivator!

The strength of the immortal cultivator lies in himself, not by relying on external objects, and every immortal who has crossed the tribulation and ascended is an extremely difficult character.

This is more evident to them who have experienced countless battles.

Set the right concept and stand in the right position.

The hydra is ruthless in his heart, and he can't have the friendship of growing up with his master, so he will become the most ferocious, best and most loyal nine-headed "dog" in the master's heart!

When it comes to shamelessness, among the nine magic puppets, the hydra is the first, and the insidious and shameless are vividly displayed in it.

From this point of view, the Hydra deserves to have a few more heads, which is much easier than the six-winged demon snake's one head, the six-winged demon snake only hugged the thighs of the Snow Spirit Ice Demon and the Troll Titan, while the Hydra was determined to hug the bigger thighs.

Ink-dyed clothes stood on top of the ink lotus, ghostly and angry, blocking the cold outside.

The chubby girl's little head kept turning, her eyes lingering on a few ice mirrors, and her little mouth muttering, as if she was thinking about which one would be better.

The jade color of the eyebrows flashed, the golden sword came out, the second sword of sound killing was located on one side, and on the other side, the blue blood demon sword floated quietly in the air, and the demonic blood was red to drip down, covering the blue color.

The more blood you drink, the more you drink, the more you wash the sword, the blood is full of blood, and it is the time to drink thirsty!

The sword of the spirit and the person holding the sword empathize, if the master has a killing intent in his heart, the same is true of the flying sword, the killing intent is obvious, and the sword intent is naturally more turbulent.

Collapse!

Like the heavy sound of a mountain, it spreads from the center.

The snowflakes that fell in the field froze in the air for three breaths before slowly falling again.

On closer inspection, each snowflake has shrunk by a few points.

Just the power of one sound has made thousands of miles of realms affected by it.

The four members of the Sword Alliance who were trapped in the realm were shocked when they heard it.

I have long heard that the battle hall commander of the Hanyu Palace, the ink dyed clothes, has the three peerless divine weapons of the blue blood demon sword and the sound killing double sword, and it is also a god passed down by people who have seen it, but after all, the ink dyed clothes are only cultivated in the golden pill period, even if they hold the divine soldiers, what can they do, it is no different from a young child holding gold and giving food to people.

But at this moment, several people put away a little contempt, mastering this kind of divine weapon, even if the ink-dyed clothes are weak and unbearable, they can't ignore it.

Mo Dyed Yi looked at the four people in the ice mirror, and the double cultivators of the Taiji Sword Gate were naturally the most difficult bones to gnaw. And the two of the Avatar Sect, if the two of them are together, she still has to think about it. At this time, it is easier to be separated by the ice and snow fields and break them one by one.

The strengths and weaknesses of the people of the Huashenmen are also so obvious, like the big lantern lit in the night sky, dazzling.

"Titans, Sixwings, and Nine Heads go clean up that spider. I'm going to meet that bull. Ink Dye commanded.

The Ice Queen controls the entire realm and can be supported at any time, so she naturally stays. Stay in the middle.

Although the spider man was injured and lost the important eight spider feet, the realm was there, and she had to be careful. Adopt a tactic of group fighting. This style of play is the strength of the goddess of the night, and the nine demon puppets have long been accustomed to nature, and they don't feel the slightest bit wrong.

With a wave of her hand, the Ice Queen disappeared into place.

In the blink of an eye, it landed at a distance of 100 meters from the target.

The Ice Queen's hand not only broke one of the hands of the brute bull, but the cold also invaded with the bone and blood, capturing the meridians.

The brute bull in the god transformation period only accounts for a rough skin and thick meat, and the strength is infinite.

Ice and snow cut off the connection with the earth. It's like losing the source of strength, and the only thing you can rely on is yourself. If you use up one point, you will lose one point, and if you hurt one point, you will be weaker.

The knife-like snowflakes, with the toughness of a water-milled iron pestle, wear down the patience of the brute cow little by little.

He was bent on walking in one direction, but he didn't know that every qiē in this ice and snow realm was lost in direction with the ice queen's mind, which was just the simplest means.

The appearance of one person and one butterfly immediately stopped the wild bull.

Snowflakes circled around him, casually slicing across his body, his heavy fur covered with snowflakes, looking like a snowman covered in snow from afar.

With a shock, the snow fell, revealing the true face of the bull.

also made the ink dyed clothes see the hand that was like a knife cut.

The thick aura enveloped the whole body, and the snowflakes could no longer get close, but they could not retreat from the cold crystals that spread to the elbows.

This hand is a waste!

Blood swells!

The unscrupulous vine opened, dyeing this side of the world into blood red.

The Blue Blood Demon Sword is the least resistant to the cold, and in an environment that is unfavorable to itself, the explosion is better than before.

Almost instantly, the ferocity of the magic sword was ignited, and the familiar feeling struck again, and the true yuan aura rushed towards the magic sword, and the blood boiled, like a scorching and tumbling magma heat wave.

A pair of bloodshot eyes were bright red.

Enchanted!

The fighting intent is crazy, the killing intent is not stopped, but the mind is extremely calm.

This is the magic of ink-dyed clothes, and only she can do it, to stay awake into the demon.

The strength has more than doubled.

At the same time as the magic sword of the Zhenyuan Dynasty converged, the magic sword was also transforming the person who held the sword.

At this point, the ink-dyed clothes of the second enchantment felt more clearly.

In the heaven and earth shrouded by the ice and snow realm, the aura was frozen and solidified, and the true yuan in the ink-stained body was emptied by the Blue Blood Demon Sword, and the lack of the body led to the crazy plundering to the outside world.

These frozen aura, like large blocks of disembodied ice, burrow into the body, how sour!

The body is aching and happy.

The mind does not feel it, as if it has been separated from the body into two entities.

Reached.

The little white hands are clean and dusty.

The magic sword fell into his palm, as if it was originally one, and after returning to its position, his arrogance became arrogant again.

The sword flower shook, the ice and snow flew, and flew towards the tall figure opposite.

Blood and blue go hand in hand, flying through the snow and ice.

The man with the sword is carried away by the sword in his hand.

Also drunk.

The sword shadow frantically circled around the huge figure of the brute bull, landing on every inch of him.

A sword is faster than a sword, and a sword is stronger than a sword.

When a trace of blood slashed through the tip of the sword, it was clear in an instant, and the Blue Blood Demon Sword let out a full groan, and the attack became more and more fierce.

The body of the bull and tiger is good at strength, defense, and speed, so it has to be passive and resist with its body.

No matter how hard an object is, as long as one corner is broken, it is no longer without flaws.

The Wild Bull was not defeated at the hands of the Ink Dyeing Clothes, nor was it defeated by the Blue Blood Demon Sword, but collapsed into the hand of the Ice Queen.

The magic sword that drank the blood has a greed that will never be satisfied, and this desire that is almost obsessive washes over and over again the wisdom of the ink-dyed clothes.

The taste of blood, in the eyes of the magic sword, is the most beautiful sweetness.

The beauty of killing, how can you taste it.

Syllable!

The ink-dyed clothes in the demon state finally suppressed this crazy desire, and hit the combo rune on the magic sword.

The blue blood roared for a long time, like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, terrifying.

With the addition of the two runes of bloodsucking and combos, the offensive of blue blood is a little more strange.

The sword was exhausted, leaving a faint scar, almost at the same time, in the same place, and another sword with the same strength.

The sword marks went deeper, and the warm blood grew......

Streams of heat continued to pour into her body, and although she didn't want to admit it, her body honestly shouted "more".

In order to make the ghost sword butterfly pregnant with a lotus, she once exhausted the essence and blood of her body, dried up the meridians, and finally had to break the baby to draw the last Yin text.

After the baby was broken, the golden pill was also shattered, almost ruining the cultivation avenue.

Thankfully, she made it through.

After a period of cultivation, as long as the moon rises, the fat girl will use the repair ability of the Moon Butterfly clan to help her heal, and with the power of the elixir, her golden pill is already stable, but it is not a short-term work to take a step forward to condense the baby, and a large loss of essence and blood is not something that can be recovered overnight.

Judging from the appearance, she has been "cured", but in fact, the inner deficiency is not replenished, and she can only slowly condense qi and make blood.

For a long time, using vampire runes is like an addiction, and she has always avoided letting herself sink because of it, especially the blood magic sword that slapped the vampire runes, and she felt the same for every time she drank blood.

But every time before, it was not as exciting as the moment that came, and I couldn't stop it.

The feeling of scratching the itch in her bones, the feeling of her body being and thirsty and being injected into a pool of clear water, made her body tremble with excitement and indescribable.

There is a faint kind of enlightenment in ink-dyed clothes.

Most of the people who have fought with her are monks in the infancy stage of Jin Dan and Yuan, and most of them are sword cultivators who cultivate the law, and the vigor of qi and blood is no different from the light and bright moon compared with the monks in the god transformation period in front of her.

The "monster" of the Avatar Gate fused with the body of the bull and tiger, according to the classification of cultivators, followed the classification of physical cultivation, full of qi and blood, big, with a good body, and a realm higher than the ink-dyed clothes before the fall, for her at this time, it was simply the perfect tonic soup of the pure natural hall without additives!

The enchanted ink-dyed clothes are draped in a heavy and strange blood, and the range of rendering has been tripled, the red light under the eyes is almost overflowing, the lips are red and gorgeous, as if they have just been smeared with blood, the cheeks are two flushes, the complexion is simply good, each sword can take away a lot of blood, and the entire sword body is only a trace of pure blue, and the rest is the red of blood.

One is growing and the other is growing, and the brute bull is getting more and more languishing.

Mental and physical torture is bouncing.

was abused by a little girl who was only in the Dan period, and it couldn't be more miserable.

Sensing the saturation of his body, the ink-dyed clothes with a trace of clarity finally stopped.

With a thought, the ghost sword butterfly, which was in touch with the heart, stepped into the void and jumped into the sky.

Soul Burner Double Tap!

The two black lights that crossed fell fiercely, carrying an incomparable momentum, slashing people under the sword.

The chill in the air was ruthlessly pushed away by the black light.

The dignified monk of the god stage contributed the last trace of his soul to feed the ghost sword butterfly, and finally fell. (To be continued......)