The churning of the snow waves gradually stopped.

The widespread avalanche is nearing its end.

Mr. Ling was suspended in the void, and the snow waves were just churning under his feet, as if he had lifted him up.

Then the waves of snow rose and decreased until the dust settled.

Both sides looked at each other from a distance, not saying a word.

The progress of Yu Taiyue's healing is very slow, and he even said that he can only heal his external injuries.

The toxin of the Bitter Silence Sword made her look a little haggard and listless.

The loss of spiritual power continues, and it is impossible to maintain peak strength.

Ying Bokong sat cross-legged to heal Taiyue's injuries, wanting to speed up her recovery progress, not seeking to recover, but only to be able to act as soon as possible to assist the sect leader in dealing with strong enemies.

The sect leader of his own family has been hit by the bitter and lonely heart sword.

It is difficult to judge whether it can defeat the enemy for a while, and it is uncertain whether the eagle fights in the hollow.

"This seat has not threatened to take your head, do you really think that a single spell seal can help you get this seat?"

Lin Fan was the first to break the calm.

The figure standing on the head of the dragon did not advance or retreat half a step from beginning to end.

"You think I can only plant a spell mark?"

Mr. Ling smiled: "Then you underestimate me too much, today I will do what I say, and I will take your head to show the world!"

"So what are you waiting for. ”

Lin Fan stretched out a hand and hooked it, and the power of the Eighth Realm contained in his body was like a dragon and a tiger, ready to burst out at any time to suppress the enemy in front of him.

Just two moves, just a warm-up.

If you don't kill Mr. Ling, the only purpose is to get the method of cracking the Sword of Bitter Silence.

It's a pity that Mr. Ling has not realized that he will be defeated so far, so he really thinks that his demon sect leader has wasted his reputation?

"I admit that you are very strong, and you are an opponent worthy of all your strength, but it is a pity that you have been hit by my bitter sword of silence, and you have become a fish out of the puddle, at the mercy of others. ”

Mr. Ling was dressed in a black robe, and there was no wind in vain, and the hunt sounded.

He muttered as he spoke, and his hands kept forming mystical seals.

In an instant, the snow waves that had been silent under his feet were suddenly pulled and rose up in unison, condensing around him.

The snow-white long swords were condensed and formed, densely packed, and there were tens of thousands of them.

To manipulate the snow waves to converge into a sword on such a large scale, the consumption of spiritual power must be not small.

But to be able to use this to severely damage the Demon Sect Master, and even kill it, everything is worth it.

Mr. Ling's face sank like water, and his right hand formed a peculiar seal.

The snow sword suspended around him burst out with a sharp sword, like a real sword, aggressive.

Don't look at the snow sword, which is condensed by snow waves and exerts spiritual power, its sharpness is not inferior to that of a good sword that sharpens iron like mud.

And each one condensed into ice and turned into a handleless sword.

Suspended around Mr. Ling in the form of a volley of ten thousand swords, forming a huge arc.

"Sect Master, the other party can use all water sources as an attack weapon, you be careful. ”

Taiyue's voice sounded behind Lin Fan, and her tone was mixed with worry.

The injuries on her body were the result of a similar attack.

Lin Fan hummed softly.

This kind of scene is very similar to the battle against Lu Hong back then, when Lu Hong used the water of the full pond lake in the Sacred Heart Lake as the object to condense a large number of ice picks to create mass destruction.

Mr. Ling used almost the same method, and presumably practiced the water control exercise.

Lin Fan was unmoved, quietly watching the other party perform this move, not only did he not have the slightest fear in his heart, but he was ready to move.

You're digging your own grave...... Lin Fan smiled mockingly in his heart.

Mr. Ling didn't say a word, and pointed forward with his right hand.

In an instant, ten thousand snow swords burst through the air like arrows from the string, shooting frantically towards Lin Fan.

This wave of attacks enveloped Taiyue, Ying Bokong, and even the three dragons, trying to make a pot.

The snow sword burst into the sky, and the air around it became a little cold and shivering because of the cold.

Ying Bokong and Yu Taiyue were about to make a move to resist, but they saw their own sect leader make a move.

Lin Fan's footsteps still didn't move, but he raised his hand casually.

The Zhenjiao Divine Skill was one step ahead.

Dou Zhuan Xing Dafa followed.

The ocean-like spiritual power gathered in the palm of his hand, flowing endlessly.

Lin Fan's expression was calm.

The left hand is behind the back.

Raise your right hand.

Played a few moves of the Dou Zhu Star Shift Dafa, and waved his right hand with a wave of his arm.

At the moment when the ten thousand snow swords approached the dragon chariot, the snow swords all reduced their speed and hovered in the void without making an inch.

There is only a distance of less than two zhang left, but it has become the end of the world.

With the power of the eighth realm, using the Dou Zhuan Star Shifting Dafa to reverse the attack, for Lin Fan, it was only a gesture.

Even before Mr. Ling could figure out what was going on.

Lin Fan suddenly reversed his attack.

Ten thousand snow swords all turned around and shot towards Mr. Ling!

Such a strange scene immediately caused Mr. Ling's complexion to change greatly.

But I didn't have time to think about why.

Mr. Ling threw out his fists together, unleashed the Eight Desolation Gods and Demon Fists with his physical strength, and slammed forward.

Dozens of snow swords were blasted and turned back into snow water.

Lin Fan waved his right hand, and the power wrapped in the snow swords was activated again, as if there was a pair of invisible big hands controlling those snow swords.

The snow sword in the sky turned into a long stream of snow and shot towards Mr. Ling.

One handle after another, as if it was endless.

Mr. Ling's heart is no longer a wave that can be set off.

It was originally an attack launched by himself, but now it is being used by the other party to deal with himself, which is not only embarrassing, but also rioting.

"Break it for me!"

Mr. Ling raised his head to the sky and roared, and the Eight Desolate Gods and Demon Fists were wildly cast, hitting one after another.

A large expanse of snow swords exploded in front of him.

The next moment, Mr. Ling saw a large shadow in front of him.

Lin Fan attacked again at this time.

The phantom of the Heavenly Demon Fist bombarded and killed, and the void that shook was rippling.

Mr. Ling's expression was flustered, his body did not dodge or dodge, and he shook it head-on with the Eight Desolation God Demon Fist, trying to resist this Heavenly Demon Fist.

The roar exploded.

Between the fists of the two sides.

Hundreds of snow swords couldn't withstand the aftermath and exploded.

Mr. Ling was swept by the force of the fist, his chest was tight, and his body took more than ten steps back.

Before he could catch a breath, those snow swords followed closely again, and several of them slashed on his hair and robes, slicing the wounds of the Daodao, and blood gushing.

Mr. Ling was finally wounded.

The huge force of the Heavenly Demon Fist also caused the blood in his throat to flow backwards, and he couldn't hold it back, and he squirted out in one gulp, dyeing several snow swords in front of him bright red, which was quite eye-catching.

Then, there was a series of explosions.

The snow sword exploded under Mr. Ling's counterattack.

It took a lot of effort to finally defuse the attack of the snow sword.

"Are you just going to use these methods?"

Mr. Ling's expression was gloomy, and he was about to drip out of his ugly eyes, and scolded Lin Fan.

"It's a perfect match to deal with the people who are indiscriminate. ”

Lin Fan didn't care about the other party's scolding.

Mr. Ling's face turned the color of pork liver, and the muscles on his face twitched, but he grinned again.

"No matter what means you use today, you will lose this battle, and if you are hit by my two bitter swords, can you still be at the top? ”