"Blood Shadow Shield!"

At the last moment, Zhou Xian, who was attacked by the enemy in his abdomen and back, burst into a shout, and the blood on his body was profuse. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

A blood-colored shield enveloped his body.

This is his second Gene Lock ability, which is similar to the Ghost Boss's Talisman Gene Lock, which can last for two seconds.

The arrow that should have pierced his heart was deflected by the shield.

Yang Dingtian's punch to his lower abdomen was like hitting an iron plate, failing to shatter the powerful shield.

Zhao Xin's powerful shot failed to break through the blood-colored shield.

Zhao Xin and Yang Dingtian, who attacked Zhou Xian at close range, also stepped into the coverage of the ice mist. Infected by the icy cold, they shivered, suddenly came to their senses, and immediately retreated a few steps away.

Immediately after, everyone looked in one direction and looked at a woman walking slowly.

There is no doubt that the woman who suddenly came was the owner of the ice mist.

She looked young, in her mid-twenties, and had beautiful long hair that made one wonder who she was waist-length for. A few strands of mischievous hair covered her slender curved eyebrows, gently rippling on her long eyelashes, and the pair of watery eyes seemed to flow with light blue waves, with a fresh classical charm. When her eyes wandered, her dark eyelashes shone with a phantom streamer, and her eyes seemed to project the loneliness of fragile wings.

A girl who only needs a pair of eyes to sink a man in the world, and a face that captivates all beings.

That's probably the face that is most in line with the aesthetic standards of the Oriental, the cherry small-mouthed melon seed face, even when you are not smiling, there is a shallow dimple, which makes people can't help but think of a song: small dimples, long eyelashes, hopelessly charming

It has been said that women are made of water.

And the girl in front of her is more like snow, her skin is as clear as snow, with a faint mist on her body, and every time she walks to a place, there seems to be a little snow floating in the sky.

The girl entered the scene suddenly, her attention was not limited to Zhou Xian, and her eyes swept over everyone present.

Her sun-kissed eyes glowed like a moon, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her eyelids, which was breathtakingly beautiful. This girl's eyes seem to be filled with a hazy nothingness, like a dream, floating in the rings of memory. The moment her eyes fell on Zhao Hao, she blinked, her eyes as light as morning dew flew together with the afterglow of the setting sun, as if dancing on the dazzling snow-colored Huaze, the wind was light and light.

"Xiaoxue?"

"Ice Witch?"

Scarlett and Zhou Xian, two people from different camps, spoke at the same time.

Scarlett opened her mouth because she saw a glimmer of hope. The girl who called herself Xiaoxue, who came to the Valley of Flames three months ago, was very low-key, usually quiet and did not speak, when the dog army descended, this girl who usually did not show the dew, suddenly became mighty, slaughtered more than a hundred soldiers in the rain of bullets, and killed a bloody road.

No one knows where she went since, and she is second on the most wanted list in the Valley of Flames, but in Scarlett's mind, the Ice Witch is more powerful than the knife, because the knife was wounded after only a dozen GIs were killed, and she had to hide in the death mine with a group of brothers.

And the reason why Zhou Xian opened his mouth was because of the fear in his heart. At the beginning, Xiaoxue was in the Valley of Flames, and he had only one friend, and that was his ex-girlfriend Nana. As we all know, on the day Zhou Xian became the second devil, in order to win the trust of the Japanese Dog Corps, he stabbed his girlfriend to death with a sword in front of everyone.

From the hidden ice mist, Zhou Xian sensed an ability to restrain him, and said inwardly: "Xiaoxue, for the sake of your friendship with Nana, I don't want to embarrass you today, you can go!" ”

"Don't you think it's ridiculous to say such things, I didn't expect you to have the face to mention Nana's name." The Ice Witch's voice was like a heavenly sound, and like a breeze in the snow, as if muttering to herself: "I didn't understand why Nana looked so preoccupied every day, but today I understand that she has long known that you are secretly cultivating demonic skills, and you have long wanted to kill her, haven't you?" ”

"You know too much!"

Zhou Xian was annoyed and ashamed, and turned into a blood line in a flash.

The Ice Witch was not in a hurry, and with a graceful gesture, a cloud of ice mist whistled out.

The artistic conception of ice!

It was only at this moment that everyone understood that the girl had mastered the artistic conception of ice.

Generally, the Gang Qi of a mutated powerhouse only has a range of ten meters, while those who have comprehended the artistic conception have a limit range of twenty meters. The artistic conception is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, like the Ice Witch, who can transform the Gang Qi into mist, the artistic conception of the Ice has definitely reached a very high level, and she already has the demeanor of a grandmaster who is as light as a weight.

The timing and angle of her release of the ice mist were just right, and it was amazing.

Looking around, Zhou Xian seemed to take the initiative to fly into the ice fog, and was immediately slowed down.

The Ice attribute has two powerful control effects, one is Freeze and the other is Slow. Zhou Xian, who is the best at speed, met his nemesis today, and his speed was as slow as a turtle crawling under the shroud of ice mist.

Each master's artistic conception style is different, and this style is often related to their own personality. For example, the dual artistic conception of the knife is all aggressive, and the slash issued by the double artistic conception is shocking. And the artistic conception of the Fengyun Sword, with the dual effects of attack and control, the kind of sword net that can be contracted once cut the armor of the Blood Demon Sword Demon, cutting Zhao Hao out of hundreds of sword wounds.

As for the artistic conception of the Ice Witch, it pursues a pure control.

That ice mist severely slowed down Zhou Xian's speed, but it didn't cause harm to Zhou Xian.

The Ice Witch also knew her shortcomings, white light flashed in her hands, and her snow-white hands suddenly put on a pair of gloves. The gloves were snow-white, with lace and lace, reaching to the elbows, like the kind of gloves worn by Western nobles at banquets in the Middle Ages.

The gloved Ice Witch soared in momentum, and suddenly shot out seven ice picks.

One by one, the ice picks burst out of the air like throwing knives.

Seeing this scene, Qin Sheng was dumbfounded.

His expression was very strange, his face was full of disbelief, and he was speechless for a while.

The strangest reaction was Zhao Hao, who trembled all over, stretched out a hand with difficulty, rubbed his eyes, and strongly suspected that he was hallucinating. After rubbing his eyes, the scene in his eyes was still clear.

Bang bang bang!

Seven ice picks in a row, all of which hit Zhou Xian.

Everyone cheered, and everyone felt that Zhou Xian's defense was not strong, and he would be seriously injured if he didn't die after these seven blows.

However, an incredible scene emerged.

After eating seven ice picks raw, Zhou Xian was safe and sound, and even the rare blood clothes were not damaged.

The spectators were all dumbfounded, anyone could feel the power of the seven icicles, which was definitely more fierce than bullets, how could they not break Zhou Xian's defense?

Only Zhou Xian's own family knew about his own affairs, and before swallowing the blood beads, his own defense was indeed not strong. After swallowing the blood beads, it was a different situation entirely, and his body was strengthened to a point where he was almost invulnerable.