Flying snow, howling cold wind.

Yang Ming's grim face was reflected on the long sword, and he was like a comet cutting through the sky.

"Ding!"

The moment the blade touched the back of the Titan Snow Demon King, it let out a crisp sound of Jin Ge's handover.

The Titan Snow Demon King is naturally strong in the flesh, and he has multiplied the power of his soul skills in the far north, and he always has a set of frost armor attached to his body, which is one of his soul skills, which can reduce the damage of physical attacks by 80%, and has a 10% chance to freeze those who attack it.

With this soul skill that combines defense and control, the Titan Snow Demon King is rampant in the far north, and there is no other opponent except the Snow Emperor and the Ice Emperor.

Although the Titan Snow Demon King scolded Yang Ming for being shameless just now, and actually launched a sneak attack, in fact, the Titan Snow Demon King was not too worried about his own safety, because according to the successful experience of the past, it is impossible for the enemy to break the defense, it is impossible to break the defense in this life, and even if he is unlucky, he will be frozen, and what awaits him is the iron fist of love of the Titan Snow Demon King.

Only this time, the Titan Snow Demon King kicked the iron plate!

Mystic Sword: +1 sharpness per kill, no upper limit, increases attack speed by 1% for every 20 sharpness stacks.

This is the attribute of the Mystic Sword.

At the beginning, Yang Ming would still remember how many people he had killed, but now, the number of people who died under Yang Ming's hands was so many that he couldn't count them at all, the only thing he knew was that after drinking the blood of so many people, the sharpness of the mysterious sword had reached the level of an artifact!

Artifact!

This is an existence far beyond the martial soul!

The artifacts that are widely spread in the Douluo Continent, such as the Seagod Trident, the Shura Demon Sword of the Supreme God, the Sun Sacred Sword of the God of Angels, and the Rakshasa Scythe of the Rakshasa God, each of these existences can greatly improve the combat effectiveness of the soul master.

Let's take the Seagod Trident that appeared in the original book as an example, it is only one hundred and eight catties in the hands of the Seagod Tang San, but it weighs one hundred and eight thousand catties to the outside world, and the skills given in the artifact, such as the first type of uncertain turmoil, the second type of thousands of years of emptiness, the third type is gone, the tenth type of the sun of the sea, the thirteenth type of the body halberd is one and the stars are shifting, and the thirteenth type is one of the twilight of the sea god, which is equivalent to doubling the soul skill of a soul master.

You must know that not everyone has a system and plug-ins like Yang Ming, so there is never a shortage of skills.

The Mystic Sword doesn't have so many bells and whistles, but the attack speed and sharpness that can be stacked are enough to make it surpass most artifacts, and it can be called the Sword of God Killing!

Blood!

Icy blood flowed from the back of the Titan Snow Demon King.

Its blood was not the blood red of ordinary soul beasts, but glowed with a faint blue light, which looked a little magnificent.

The body of the mysterious sword was completely pierced inside, leaving only the hilt outside, but due to the size of the Titan Snow Demon King, it was equivalent to a toothpick stabbing into a person's skin.

However, the killing aura that lingered around the mysterious sword was like a shark smelling fishy, constantly tearing wounds and frantically pouring in, feasting on this rare meal, but causing the Titan Snow Demon King to suffer the worst pain for the first time since he was born!

"Whew!"

The Titan Snow Demon King gave up on the hateful black lizard in front of him, and swung around with a huge popsicle in one hand, trying to flatten the tiny human who had stabbed him, and with the other hand reached into his back, trying to pull out the mysterious sword several times.

It's a pity that all of its self-help actions are in vain, Yang Ming is like a fly, constantly wandering around it, very annoying, but it can't hit him, so angry that the Titan Snow Demon King screams, but he is helpless, but because of the strenuous exercise, the wound on his back is more and more torn, and the blood gushes out like a fountain, spilling all over the ground, and the hot blood melts the snow around him, exuding a sweet and greasy fragrance.

Similar to the fierce beasts such as Emperor Tian and the Titan Snow Demon King, the blood flowing from their bodies is a great supplement for low-level soul beasts, and even for alchemists, it is also a good material for alchemy.

After the first battle in the Star Dou Great Forest, the logistics department of the Sky Bombing Gang was happy, collecting the blood of these fierce beasts scattered all over the place, and refining a lot of pills in minutes, which could continuously enhance the foundation of the Sky Bombing Gang.

Feeling that the mysterious sword like a toothpick was actually about to drill into the heart, the Titan Snow Demon King was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.

Stimulated by the threat of death, the Titan Snow Demon King, whose head was full of muscles, finally remembered that he could use the ice element to seal the mysterious sword pierced into his body along with the ruptured wound.

As the Titan Snow Demon King exhaled and breathed, the majestic ice elements poured in from all directions, freezing the wound as soon as possible, so that it would no longer bleed.

It's just that when it wants to make persistent efforts and freeze the mysterious sword, it hears a light laugh in its ears.

The Titan Snow Demon King squinted, and the corner of his eye fell on his left shoulder, only to realize that he didn't know when, that small human like a fly, was actually sitting on his shoulder, and took out a pot of wine from the soul guide in a leisurely manner, and drank it without a sip, so chic, so uncomfortable!

Seeing the Titan Snow Demon King's eyes red!

Yang Ming hooked his fingers, and the mysterious sword that was closely related to him came out of wherever it entered.

"Poof!"

The tip of the sword pierced the frozen wound, and with it a long tail behind it, the blood that burst out of the contraction of the muscles in the Titan Snow Demon King's body.

The mystical sword returned to Yang Ming's hands without the slightest blood.

In the cold wind and snow, Yang Ming was dressed in white, holding a sword in his right hand and a wine jug in his left hand, like an elegant sword fairy, handsome and chic, Wang Qiu'er and Zi Ji couldn't help but be stupid, and even Zi Ji, who had just fought a big battle, felt that her legs were a little weak.

The Titan Snow Demon King's face sank, this was angry, and his eyes were red.

You just pretend to be better in front of Lao Tzu, but you still pick up girls by the way?

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What are you doing when Lao Tzu?

As a single dog, the Titan Snow Demon King had a raging fire burning in his chest, and he wanted to slap Yang Ming to death.

That's what it thinks, and that's what it does.

Unfortunately, Yang Ming was too slippery, and left its shoulder before it could make a move, leaving its palm in the air.

"Bang!"

"Eh!"

A palm slapped his shoulder, and the Titan Snow Demon King grinned in pain.

Without waiting for it to get angry, he listened to Yang Ming's salty and indifferent words:

"I'm Yang Ming, take me to see the Snow Emperor and the Ice Emperor, I have something to talk to them."