Yun Ji's counterattack finally appeared.

Yun Ji's strength is stronger than Ximen Qing, just because of this weird swordsmanship, Yun Ji has never encountered it before, and it seems to have the upper hand, but in fact, Yun Ji's strength will not be reduced in any way because of this, and her own strength is still strong.

The five slender fingers bent in an instant, and the palm became as sharp as a knife, and the cold light flickered, and under the light of the surrounding flames, it was faintly covered with a layer of cold coldness.

That's the power of the cold sky!

This is also one of the reasons why Yun Ji was able to ignore the cold impact brought by Ximen Qing's swordsmanship, Ximenqing's swordsmanship, with a super cold air, was surrounded by ice and snow, and ordinary masters were only afraid that they would not be able to withstand that kind of cold, even if they would not suffer any damage on their bodies, but their own movements and the like would definitely be affected quite strictly.

But this so-called influence has never appeared in Yun Ji's body at all, and Yun Ji has maintained the most extreme sensitivity from beginning to end.

Indulgence is always able to completely dodge the enemy's attacks at the most dangerous times, and at the same time give yourself the best chance to attack.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, taking advantage of the slight pause in the sword in the other party's hand, Yun Ji's whole person shuttled through that gap, and the whole person had already thrown himself into Ximenqing's arms, and the sharp fingers were torn like sharp claws.

That move almost has the power of disemboweling.

In that case, even Ximenqing, his face involuntarily changed slightly, his body subconsciously retreated quickly, and the expression on his face became extremely hideous.

Flutter!

Five cracks suddenly appeared on the snow-white shirt on the chest, and a trace of red was particularly dazzling on the snow-white.

That kind of terrifying attack, even Ximenqing couldn't dodge, and he had already suffered a lot of damage on his body.

It's just that. For Ximenqing, this kind of attack was not fatal, but it inspired the anger in Ximenqing's heart.

He is the descendant of the sword god, but he wants to become the number one swordsman in the world, how can he fail here, how can he lose to a woman here?

That's impossible.

This injury almost completely destroyed Ximenqing's sanity, and that face, I don't know when it has become as hideous as a demon, and the sword in his hand is constantly trembling.

Whistling!

A cold wind hit. The snow-white snow flakes in the sky were like goose feathers floating in the air, and in an instant, the entire top of Huashan Mountain was actually shrouded in a vast white.

It was as if the space had entered a special area.

Although this is the top of Huashan Mountain, and although the temperature here is very low, it is definitely not enough to reach the distance where snow can fall. But at this moment, at the top of Nahua Mountain, it has completely become an area of ice and snow.

That's the power of qi!

It's just like Zhou Bo's anger and Ye Yun's immortal spirit. Bin Yi's demonic energy, Xiong Chu's domineering spirit, that is a kind of qi power.

Moreover, it is also a rather powerful qi power.

That kind of power. Even a few people in the heart were slightly surprised, even from such a distance, they could still clearly feel the cold that seeped from the high platform.

That cold power, like an impact. Waves continued to spread around, and even covered the entire high platform with a thick layer of ice.

The power of Simon Qingqi!

Frozen. Chill Field!

Algidity!

A power that sounds simple and ordinary, but it is this kind of power that is Ximenqing's trick to turn things around.

has been cultivating in Wanmei Villa for more than ten years, and almost every day is fighting with his so-called father, such a character, even if he has not participated in the battle in the soul realm, but the strength of this guy will definitely make people feel indescribable fear.

Cold field, icy and snowy.

In this cold area, except for yourself, the movement speed of all enemies is reduced by 50%, and the circulation speed of internal force in the body is reduced by 50%!

This is the power of the cold qi, the power that completely freezes almost all the qiē.

It can be imagined what kind of situation it will be after the speed is reduced by fifty percent and the internal force operation is reduced by fifty percent, even if it is a master of Cheng Dù like Zhou Bo, when he falls into this situation, he is afraid that it is also quite dangerous.

Yun Ji is the same, the wind and snow around her are constantly dancing, although it is said that because of her cultivation of the cold sky, the guide zhì herself is relatively resistant to the cold, but even so, she is still affected by Yan zhòng in this cold.

The body seems to have become extremely heavy at this moment, and at the same time, the internal force in the body seems to be frozen, and it is not flowing smoothly.

That situation made Yun Ji's face change wildly suddenly.

At this moment, a snow-white sword light in front of him suddenly tore over, and the sword light was extremely terrifying, and it had arrived in front of Yun Ji in an instant.

Worst!

Below, the faces of many masters of Heaven changed slightly, and this time the change was particularly dangerous.

Yun Ji's body was obviously affected a little, and at this moment, the sword light had already come to Yun Ji's face, and at this moment, Yun Ji had no chance to react at all.

Sure enough, in the midst of the eyes of the masters of Heaven, the sword light was directly torn over.

From a distance, Yun Ji's body, like a fallen leaf, floated directly through the air, and then smashed to the ground with a pop, rubbing out a blood-red trace.

The ground under his feet has completely turned into ice, unusually smooth, and the body has fallen to the ground, not counting, and even directly scratched the ground, and in an instant, the whole person fell directly from the cliff.

The faces instantly became gloomy, Song Zihao, Huoyun Evil God and several people had even clenched the weapons in their hands, looking at that appearance, they even had the urge to rush up and kill this guy.

For them, no one cares about the rules, and for these people they don't accept any harm to their friends.

Whether it's a fair decisive battle or a group fight, they only care about their own people.

That's all!

Zhou Bo's face was also cold, but Zhou Bo didn't make any moves.

I looked at the figure on the high platform, and my face was full of hideousness.

There was a sound of exclamation all around, and this was the only casualty that had appeared in Huashan's sword debate until now.

It's dead.

Falling from such a high place, no one can live, absolutely death! (To be continued......)