Long Bao couldn't get used to Xie Shuxun's complacent ambition from the inside out, so he took out Long Lin's Hundred Flowers Killing Brand and killed Lao Xie's arrogance fiercely. This brand made this invincible spirit dissecter almost collapse in fright, and he honestly restrained a lot. After coming back to his senses, he chattered all the way, expressing his infinite admiration and envy for this brand. Knowing that Long Lin did not agree to join the Great Ci Pavilion, he sighed again, thinking that the opportunity could not be lost, with the blessing of the great god of the Great Ci Pavilion, Long Lin could completely walk sideways in the Longyuan Continent... Until Long Bao drank violently to shut him up.

Sensing his own thoughts, Long Lin led the group to a large lake. Different from the Xianwang Lake in the Silent Snow Mountains, it is a wild lake that has been frozen by the cold and solid, with a radius of more than 100,000 square meters. According to Xie Shuxun, this big lake is called "three points", which means that the water of Longyuan Continent is three points here, describing its vastness and vastness; the summer here is particularly short, but it is surprisingly beautiful, just like a fairy in the world, after sleeping for many years, suddenly opened a pair of bright eyes that condensed the customs of thousands of mountains and rivers.

Hearing Xie Shuxun make this analogy, everyone had a little cold expression on their faces, lest he want to cut the eye-opening fairy into slices of meat that are "as thin as cicada wings and melt in the mouth".

The dragon stood on the dazed ground, an uneasy omen creeping into his consciousness like a needle of ice. Long Bao took Mao Chrysanthemum Hu Wangcai and them to play on the lake, this area is vast and empty, and there is no one in the four fields, and he happened to practice the big light whip on the lake.

It was suddenly dark, dark without warning.

A yellowish-white circle appeared in the ink-like sky, as if a transparent hole had been cut in a piece of black paper, and a pillar of light was projected down and landed on the three-point lake.

"Not good!" A strong fierce police stung Long Lin's Zhihai, he flicked his hand and put all the dragon treasures and them into the small world, and flicked his fingers to push Xie Shuxun out of the lake.

There are countless yellow particles in the pillar of light, not distinguishing the five elements, sparkling and shaking, quickly converging into a middle-aged man with a cold face and a tall thin body, with a high crown and a high ancient qi; although he is standing in the pillar of light in the yellow mengmeng, it seems that it is just a virtual image, but the terrible coercion is diffusing in all directions, making Xie Shuxun, who is far away on the ice tree by the lake, feel a sharp pain in the sea, as if he is about to burst!

"This Immortal Jun is the founding ancestor of the Xuanhuang Sect, Yu Kunlun. The middle-aged man's cold-as-a-knife gaze locked on Long Lin, and he spoke unhurriedly. His voice was not high-pitched, but every word was clear and distinct like a whisper, accompanied by strange continuous echoes, swinging back like water waves, or rather, like the chirping sound of dense raindrops falling on the water, this echo roared in the sea of knowledge of Longlin, and then turned into the friction of gold and stone, and mixed with the cry of mourning over the wilderness... The sour, poignant, and violent grinding and beating made him almost unsteady on his feet, and there was a kind of torment and pain that longed to cry and let out a cry.

With a "snap", Xie Shuxun's body protection qi cover cracked, and a stone was planted straight from the ice tree, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

"Huh!" Long Lin's eyebrows heated, and a bead shining with blue, green, yellow and white stars appeared, as if there was an extra eye. The star light slowly opened, forming a four-color light curtain, lying between Long Lin and Jade Kunlun, and the indescribable sense of torture immediately weakened.

"Protoss!" The doppelganger of Yu Kunlun in the pillar of light was shocked, and then his face was cloudy, and his originally detached immortal demeanor turned into a hideous appearance mixed with a bit of horror, hesitation, and hatred.

Long Lin didn't say a word, and reversed the light knife in his hand. Although this Jade Kunlun was only a doppelganger divine thought, it was a great enemy that he had never encountered in his life, and he even felt that this silver-covered three-point lake was probably his burial place.

Yu Kunlun was not in a hurry to make a move, glanced at the shaking knife in his hand, and said leisurely: "This Immortal Monarch was already a Mahayana True Immortal more than 10,000 years ago, a young man of the Divine Clan, do you want to use this severed head broken knife with a dead instrument spirit to deal with this Immortal Monarch? His laughter was very soft, as if he was afraid of alarming the tiny creatures lurking in the ice and snow, but this laughter was like a golden ripple, spreading round by circle, cutting the air into bright terraces, and the entire frozen lake was suddenly covered with cobweb-like black lines, and the cracking sound of the ice had a strange echo, like crying and complaining, and curling endlessly.

The tall ice trees on the shore of the lake were cut down in unison, and slowly fell down with a shocking grace, making a huge roar.

All the snowflakes were startled in the air, and they froze.

Ten Thousand Blades Sound Knife!

This kind of immortal method that only belongs to legends, Long Lin finally saw it.

Long Lin's ordinary green cloth clothes were cut into thousands of strands, revealing his young skin in the cold storm and snow. To Yu Kunlun's surprise, he was uninjured, not even a single bloodshot... Could it be that this Protoss boy had such a powerful body protector armor? His pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

Long Lin gritted his teeth, forcibly opened a three-layer spiritual power shield to protect himself, lifted the long knife, and pressed its broken part against the starlight in the center of his eyebrows, silently chanting in his heart: "You won't really die, because you are a warrior." Even if a warrior is silent for 10,000 years, he will not die. ... Today, if you recognize me as the Lord and help me kill the enemy, I will surely let you go away from the dirt and dirt in the future, and I will let you restore the glory of a hundred generations and the glory of eternity! Shake the light, get up!"

Suddenly, he felt an indescribable tremor in his eyebrows, a special current, subtle and majestic, which quickly flowed through the blood veins of his whole body, every inch of his body, every acupuncture point, every meridian... The whole body of the shaking knife is hot, and it suddenly emits a blinding four-color brilliance, so pure, so tall and wide, so transcendent!

It is not an unreachable and erratic star, but the convergence and pouring of the entire galaxy, in the power of this galaxy, all immortals are as small as dust and humble as ants.

A silver vial burst across the lake, and the pillar of light shimmering with golden dust was gone. With an almost uncontrollable murderous aura, the four bands of light slashed towards the huge finger claws that Yu Kunlun was surging wildly and stretched out in front of the dragon, and with a "boom", the claws buzzed and scattered, and the entire Sanfen Lake was filled with a suffocating smell of dust, which seemed to have passed through the primeval chaos, full of indistinguishable sense of desolation and desolation, and wafting with an inhuman and fishy smell.

Although Long Lin no longer needed to breathe like a mortal, the terrifying aura still made his whole body stiffen, and he staggered, almost sliding from a piece of residual ice into the lake. Yu Kunlun flew out another palm, and a pitch-black straight line was like a sinister giant snake breaking through the ice towards Longlin, with a sharp light belt, and quickly cut off the "snake's head". I saw Yu Kunlun's thin fingers and claws bent suddenly, and the fingertips shook out a completely indistinct fingering with a black phantom, and the entire Sanfen Lake suddenly stirred up a violent wind, and millions of large and small ice floes turned inky black, and were driven by the wild beasts at the bottom of the lake and flew into the sky, like a grinding disc, like a broken wall, like a boulder, like a monster, like a steel knife... From all directions, the dragon was shot out.

Long Lin tapped the ice floe on his toes, his body spiraled, floating up gently like a feather, and the shaking knife carried a four-color arc of light, and as he turned around, it turned into a beautiful and transparent "silk belt", wrapping his whole body precisely and gently, and all the whistling ice blocks collapsed at the touch of a touch, scattering into countless fine Xiaoice crystals that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

If Long Bao saw this scene at this time, he would remember the scene when he saw Chen Yuetian dancing his sword on the Shaohua Stage. It is the sword intent, it is also the unity of man and sword, and it is the perception of the creation of heaven and earth; this is the sword intent, and the will of the sword is even anti-object, which has maximized the traction, strengthening, and stimulation of this young man's combat power. The brilliance of the gods, reflecting the breath of the immortal monarch, is like a pearl facing the eyes of the fish, and there is an embarrassing turbidity and meanness.

Xie Shuxun didn't know when he woke up, and shouted hoarsely to Long Lin's back: "Kill a hundred flowers... Flowers Kill ... Flowers kill ..."

Long Lin knew that he was reminding himself to urgently ask for help from the Great Ci Pavilion. He sneered slightly in his heart, and clenched the handle of the shaking knife that was violently hot. The dense snowflakes fell timidly, making a loud sound, which made him feel the infinite loneliness of this world, and he clearly felt the crazy flow of divine power in his body, flowing towards the shaking light knife in his hand that was shining with four-color divine light, and the sword light fluctuated with his breath. He took a deep breath and raised his hand to wipe out the dark green Tianshu Bow.

Celestial pivot leaped into his left arm almost happily, wrapping his arms around his shoulders like a child.

Heavy snow is full of bow knives.

The sound of rustling sounded on the surface of the lake, from far to near, getting closer and closer, as if thousands of troops and horses walking on the mountain road at night, stepping on the moonlight all the way, crushing the dead leaves, and the wolf smoke was full of gold and iron.

"It's coming!" Long Lin said to himself, tilting his face.