"Okay!" Mo Chen smiled, still suppressing the skill body in the eighth-layer realm of the building body, and the ink sword was slightly mentioned, but it was the first type of the three types of cold hell "Cold Sword No Life".

"Haofeng is clear!" Wu Zifeng let out a long shout, and then the sword came out without returning, carrying a heroic spirit and long might, worthy of the name of a gentleman.

"It's a sword!"

"It is rumored that the gentleman has a battle, and the sword is a clear sword! ”

"Wu Zifeng's gentleman's sword has really been practiced, and it seems that this time the martial arts have to be seen. ”

Among the warriors watching the battle from a distance, those with a little vision had already recognized the way Wu Zifeng's sword move, and there was a lot of discussion for a while.

On the other side, Mo Chen's first transport of the first type of the three types of cold hell "cold sword is not alive", in an instant, the cold crystal in the body was attracted by the sword momentum, and a trace of cold yuan from the cold crystal was condensed on the sword, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet and the cold air splashed, like an extreme cold purgatory.

The onlookers in the distance felt the temperature plummet, and couldn't help but exclaim and retreat again and again.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this, it makes people feel like falling into the cold prison of Senluo, what a terrifying sword!"

The onlookers were still amazed, Wu Zifeng, who was facing the ink dust, was even more stressed, and under the blockade of the surging cold air, at this moment, where was there still the appearance of the hao feng just now, Wu Zifeng's sword was snatched, and the sword he shot was suddenly weakened.

"Stop!" Seeing that the two were in an extreme confrontation for a moment, an old scolding voice in the distance carried a domineering energy towards Mo Chen, Mo Chen's face did not change, and the ink sword in his hand collided with the domineering energy first.

Although the sudden attack was powerful, it was still difficult to stop the ink dust and cold sword, and it was suddenly broken in the collision, and the energy was swept away, rolling up the ruins and dirt on the ground, stirring up bursts of smoke and dust.

Although it was intervened horizontally, the cold sword was also neutralized a lot of power, but the sword momentum of the ink dust was not exhausted, it was still a sword falling, the two swords met, and it exploded, and suddenly the sand and stones on the scene were everywhere, the sword momentum was vertical and horizontal, and the victory and defeat were clear.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Wu Zifeng leaned against the wall of the shop, half of his body was frozen, and it was difficult to exert force, the blue long sword in his hand had been broken into two halves, half was still in his hand, and the other half had long since flown away.

Looking at the ink dust again, it was unscathed, still standing calmly in the original position, patting the dust stained by the new clothes on his body, and waving his hand to hide the ink sword.

"You are strong, leave your name. Wu Zi leaned against the wall, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and his tone was frustrated.

"My name is Mochen!"

"I made a note of it. Wu Zifeng stared at Mo Chen, and then nodded heavily.

Mo Chen didn't care, glanced at Wu Zifeng deeply, then turned to leave, and disappeared at the end of the street in a blink of an eye.

"Crazy!" Wu Zifeng watched Mo Chen leave, until Mo Chen's figure was gone, he was still staring at the direction of his departure, with a complicated look in his eyes, and at this moment in his heart, only the word crazy was enough to describe this young man.

A sword stunned Tu Qianchen, a sword defeated himself, regardless of the reason, he left in style, such a crazy person.

"Disperse!" An angry roar sounded, and at this time, a master from the City Lord's Mansion arrived, and the person who came was the owner of the aura that came from the air, Wu Li, the chief butler of the Dihai City Lord's Mansion, who was full of a veteran master of the Ning Yuan realm.

Today, he was originally in the palace to discuss the matter of the martial arts conference, but the people below came the news that the young master was fighting with others, he didn't take it to heart, thinking that the young master was teaching a lesson to the martial artist who was not long-eyed, and then someone spread the word that the young master was slashed by a sword in the Tianxiang Building of the country.

This frightened Wu Li, and immediately rushed non-stop, before he came to the scene, he felt a huge cold air spread around from afar, and in a hurry, he split a palm in the air, hoping to help the young master.

And at this moment, when he arrived at the scene, he didn't have time to be surprised when he saw Wu Zifeng's situation, but hurriedly stepped forward to support Wu Zifeng, and said with concern: "Young master, are you okay?"

As soon as he made contact, Wu Li's face changed and he said: "It's so cold! Young master, you ......."

"I'm fine, help me go back and boil a bucket of hot water, I want to take a soak. Wu Zifeng just waved his hand and said. As he spoke, he looked at his broken sword on the ground expressionlessly, but his heart was like a wild wave.

"I thought that I had a comprehension the day before yesterday, and in one fell swoop I stepped into the eightfold realm of building the body, and then I integrated the gentleman's sword and practiced it into a clear sword, it was already difficult to find an opponent under Ning Yuan, it turned out that I was the same as that Tu Qianchen, I was a frog sitting in a well, ridiculous!"

Wu Zifeng laughed at himself, for him, today's battle has completely shattered his sharp spirit in the past few days, looking back, it turns out that he has already unconsciously fallen into complacency, his father is right, it is not easy to practice, it is even more difficult to hold his heart, and he can be regarded as being woken up by this young man named Mochen.

"Young master, I'm going to chase that kid!" Wu Li said in a muffled voice, injuring Wu Zifeng in broad daylight in Dihai City, which was clearly hitting the face of the City Lord's Mansion.

"No need, it's because my skills are not as good as others, there is nothing to say, I didn't expect that there is such a talent in my sea area, he must be the target of competition when discussing martial arts, he must be wooed, and he can't fight with him. Wu Zifeng stopped his words, and said in a weak tone, he was now cold, half of his body was frozen, and the eternal cold air entered his body, and the taste was really uncomfortable.

He also knew that Mochen had left his hand, the sword just now was supposed to hurt him, but he closed three points at the last moment, obviously Mochen didn't hurt his heart, at this time he was just cold into his body, and he could recover by going back to take a hot bath, it turned out that it was really just as he said, his hands were itchy.

"The old slave understands, so I'll send someone to prepare. Wu Li beckoned, and two miscellaneous servants from the crowd immediately came out, reaching out to take Wu Zifeng from Wu Li's hands.

"Wait, wrap your arms with this. Wu Li stretched out his hand, and a silk horse in the ruins flew into his hand, and then tore off two pieces and threw them to the two handymen.

"Yes. The handyman didn't dare to ask more, but just obeyed the order to wrap the silk around his arm, and then helped Wu Zifeng, as soon as they touched, the two were shivering from the cold.

"It's so cold!" the two handymen secretly said in their hearts, it was nothing more than the housekeeper had to wrap his arms, it turned out that the cold on the young city lord's body was so strong, it was like an iceman.

Wu Zifeng was helped to walk two steps, and suddenly remembered something, turned his head to Wu Li and explained: "By the way, send someone to send the people inside to the hospital for treatment." Tell Tu Qianchen not to fight Mochen's idea, otherwise don't blame me for being rude. ”

"The old slave knows. Wu Li nodded lightly, he had already seen the scene in the Guose Tianxiang Building, the two juniors of the Duan family and the Yu family, as well as the rough man who followed the young master before, were all inside, compared to the young master, the three of them were really injured.

"If he insists on seeking revenge, let him come and ask me first...... Well, win over me first. "Wu Zifeng originally wanted to ask about my sword, but he immediately remembered that his sword had been broken, and only half of it was still in his hand, even if Tu Qianchen really wanted to ask, he didn't know where to find the other half. He hurriedly changed his words halfway through his words, avoiding embarrassment in front of everyone.

Between Mochen and Tu Qianchen, he naturally understands who is more important, he used to have good words for Tu Qianchen, but there is no comparison, he is idle and bored, and it is just a pleasure to be with him in the city, and now he doesn't want to lose a big thing because of a small thing.

After a short explanation, Wu Zifeng was helped back to the house to recuperate, and the onlookers slowly dispersed in the discussion.

At this time, in the top floor of the national color Tianxiang, an old man in a white robe stood silently in front of the window, looking at everything that happened on the street condescendingly.

Behind him was a cute little Taoist priest in a pale yellow robe, feasting on the food on the table, his mouth full of a big chicken leg chewing hard, and two handfuls of spring rolls in his hands.

Lao Dao gently stretched out his finger a little, and a trace of cold air drifted in the air, and then it seemed to be captured, lingering on Lao Dao's fingertips, and then Lao Dao shook his finger lightly, and the cold air was thrown aside by him.

"Interesting, such a genius can still be produced in the small earth and sea area, and the body building realm can use such a pure cold element, could it be some kind of heavenly spirit body that is favored by every day?" The old man was a little distracted, his eyes looked at the market downstairs and muttered to himself, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.