Nangong Fan saw that he was alone under the scope of the storm, and couldn't help jumping to his feet in a hurry, and kept scolding his mother in his heart, he found that he had overestimated himself again.

He regretted it, how could he swell to the point of not listening to the advice of the old oilman of the King of Beiliang, not going to the tribe to lease the ice wolf, and delusionally thinking that he would cross the ice field by himself? But there was no regret medicine in this world, and this danger had to rely on his own ability to overcome it.

Although Nangong Fan's speed has surpassed that of those who dare to walk alone in the northern realm, it is not far behind a snail compared to this storm.

Nangong Fan wanted to escape with all his might, but at this time, the resistance in the ice and snow was already unimaginable to him, and there was a terrifying suction behind him all the time, wanting to roll him into the storm.

There is an ambush in front and a pursuer in the back. Nangong Fan was so aggrieved that he was about to cry.

At first, he thought that he should not run with all his might, otherwise the slightest wind and wave in this ice field could bring great disaster.

I don't know that he is cautious, and the calamity will not come to the door with a long eye.

Now he wants to run wildly at all costs, even if it may cause a new storm.

When two storms collide, the power is not as simple as one plus one equals two. Even if a new storm does not form, it will be a big trouble to just nourish the storms that follow.

It's just that Nangong Fan is now on the verge of being swept in, so he doesn't care about the monstrous flood after that, anyway, there is no living creature in this vicinity, and he has run as far as he can, and now he can protect himself Amitabha.

The cyan wind flow loomed on the soles of his feet, and was quickly pulled away by the wind behind him.

Nangong Fan's face gradually became ugly, and the storm behind him seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and even the wind he had condensed with the law was destroyed in an instant. The wind and snow slapped mercilessly on him, and the speed of the forward assault became slower and slower.

If you continue like this, you will really be dragged into the storm. Even if this hurricane now gives Nangong Fan the feeling that he only has the power of the Martial Emperor. But you must know that if you are caught up in it, you will be subjected to countless Martial Emperors from all directions all the time. It's just that the legend is consummated, and I can't bear it.

Nangong Fan tapped his toes and drilled a small ice hole on the ice, and at this moment, he no longer thought about relying on speed to escape the range of the storm. He wanted to dig a hole in the ice and hide in it himself to survive the catastrophe.

When he first stepped into Beiliang, he found that the pulse of the earth that he could sense was very small compared to the Central Plains, and now he couldn't feel it at all under the influence of the storm.

He doesn't have any ice escape or earth escape techniques, which can only be possessed if the law reaches a certain height or a special method.

The method is recorded in his two Taoist classics, but it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, his strength is insufficient, and everything is just a fantasy.

This hard ice surface made Nangong Fan give up the idea of digging a pit, if he couldn't break the ice quickly, the storm could easily catch up with his paused pace.

If you do, you won't have enough time to escape the storm before it comes.

Nangong Fan couldn't say anything about his suffering, so he could only take steps and continue to run diagonally forward.

The wind slashed the hail like a knife on Nangong Fan's body, and the clothes on his body were already in tatters, fluttering at the top of the storm.

A ghostly light emerged from the surface of his body, and although such an attack was not enough to affect him too much, the huge ice that he carried from time to time, driven by the wind, still made people shudder. There are many people who can withstand the storm, but they die with hatred under this huge ice rock that drifts indiscriminately and irregularly.

This ghost light is naturally the black dragon armor that has been kept in the dantian, smelted by the scale armor on the body of a real divine beast black dragon, if it weren't for Nangong Fan not unlocking too many of the prohibitions, with this armor alone, he would be an out-and-out big turtle in the nether realm, and there would be no problem in standing and letting these consummation legends bombard.

It's just that this black dragon armor is obviously not something he can fully use now, it seems to be a thin layer, although it can withstand most attacks, but the anti-shock force alone can make him unable to eat and walk around.

The hard quality of the Black Dragon Armor is just right for today's environment. Even if the ice stone came rushing in, it turned into ashes under the ghostly light, but it pushed Nangong Fan forward. The power carried by this ice stone, weakened layer by layer, was not enough for Nangong Fan to bear.

But the frost swept by the storm was even more intense, and Nangong Fan never left its range.

Nangong Fan could feel that the danger behind him was slowly increasing with time. The power of this ice storm is still growing.

Although every step was extremely difficult now, at this speed, by the time it could completely envelop Nangong Fan's body, he would have already escaped from it and got rid of the risk.

Nangong Fan only made a slight calculation and came to such a conclusion.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but the movements under my feet did not slack off at all, and the speed was even faster.

Half a pillar of incense time passed in a flash, and Nangong Fan had almost seen the hope of victory. His vision was extremely blurred in the wind and snow, but he also saw a short Xiaoice mountain taller than others in front of him.

This iceberg can not be smoothed by time in such a harsh environment, and the hardness can be imagined. Should it be part of the leyline?

Nangong Fan thought like this, as long as he crossed this iceberg and had it as a barrier, he would be able to easily get out of the trajectory of the storm and settle safely, and even find the direction of his initial travel and continue to go towards Beiliang City.

Seeing that it was about to break away from the trajectory of the storm, the iceberg standing still in front of him suddenly moved, which was completely imperceptible in the ice and snow.

A furious momentum burst out from the ice stone, menacing.

Nangong Fan's pace of progress couldn't stop the car at all, he froze, the ice mound in front of him that he mistakenly thought was very strong was actually alive?

My tortoise.

Nangong Fan couldn't react anymore, and could only see a fist the size of a mountain stone constantly enlarging in front of him.

Nangong Fan's face froze, and he subconsciously protected his hands in front of him.

The surging power swept out from the fist, and the ice stone burst, and the pulsation of the earth was clearly heard under the thick ice.

This punch secretly touched the earth, this punch ice and earth fused perfectly, and under this punch it seemed that a small storm rose out of thin air.

The irresistible force was used, Nangong Fan was like a kite that had taken off the string, and he was powerless to retreat, and the hands that resisted were also weakly hanging down in front of him.

He couldn't help but feel bored as he watched the "Ice Mound" that had returned to his lazy posture after throwing a punch. There is a sentence in my throat, I don't know whether to say it or not.

But the storm howling behind him had completely enveloped him, enveloping him into the depths of the unknown.

Nangong Fan was extremely unwilling, he was still struggling, but in his mind, the storm that only had the power of the Martial Emperor on the surface was still pulling him, so that he couldn't break free.

Forget it, Nangong Fan received that punch under negligence, and was pushed to the center of the storm under all kinds of forces.

"Hell, there's actually the power of a Martial Saint in the depths of this storm. As soon as Nangong Fan opened his mouth, he was fed a mouth full of frost. As soon as the exhaled breath came into contact with the outside world of flowers from the sealed space, it became ice slag, rising and falling in the snow with the storm.

Nangong Fan was about to cry.

My God, a thief, bullied me, didn't you play like this? Why don't you experience what it's like to be constantly bombarded by thousands of martial saints?

The thief didn't experience it, but Nangong Fan deeply felt it. That is called a life is better than death, and that is called a fluttering immortal.

Hurricanes and snowflakes, snow and stones are intertwined, and their power is multiplied. It was like thousands of sharp weapons were slashed.

Nangong Fan rose and fell with the wind and snow, the first wound appeared, the blood beads had just seeped out, and soon condensed into solids, and an endless chill spread from the wound to the limbs.

The frost crawled in his body, Nangong Fan's lips couldn't help but turn white, and as soon as he opened his eyes, a stone hit his eye socket.

The spiritual power spread in his body, and a warmth dispelled the cold, Nangong Fan quickly closed his eyes, his face was extremely ugly, and his limbs were still wrapped in frost.

Hmm, it's too expensive. It won't last long like this.

The body was surrounded by frost and undulations, and a trace of brilliant brilliance appeared on the surface of Nangong Fan's body, which quickly disappeared in the swaying.

Damn, how can there be a blind bear there!

The one who just blasted Nangong Fan into the storm with one punch was a blind bear who was known as the overlord of the ice field.

When he first stepped into the ice field, he fantasized about wrestling his wrists with the blind bear here. Let's see if the black-armed bear in your own combat state is more ferocious, or if the polar bear here is superior.

After a long time, he came out, and sure enough, the polar bear came out and threw him a punch.

This was the last straw that broke the camel's back, allowing Nangong Fan, who was struggling to move forward in the storm, to successfully fall into the abyss.

This can be regarded as satisfying Nangong Fan's wishes, and he should have no regrets about being able to fight with polar bears.

Of course, Nangong Fan did not have no regrets, but a wave of anger filled his heart.

Brother Polar Bear, I also want to have a friendly exchange with you, maybe both of you will be greatly improved, that's how you treat me? Won't your conscience hurt? Next time I must blow up your dog's head.

I don't know if Nangong Fan will be able to distinguish the polar bear that punched him next time, after all, in his opinion, every polar bear is carved out of a mold, and there is no difference at all.

Nangong Fan was crazy and cranky, now that he was in the storm, he couldn't break free, and he didn't even need to walk hard, except for thinking about some miscellaneous things, he didn't know what he could do.

The storm is Nangong Fan's best mount now, but he doesn't know where to go compared to the ice wolf. It's just that this mount is pulling the wind, that is, sitting in it has a little pain all over the body, and a little blood comes out from time to time, which is not as comfortable as a carriage.

The spiritual power in Nangong Fan's body is trying his best to clear the cold qi that has invaded his body, this seems to be stuck in a perfect death cycle? If you want to break out of the storm, you have to explode your spiritual power, and the frost is in the meridians, and you can't completely burst out.

Nangong Fan used his spiritual power to resist the violent storm outside his body regardless of consumption, he was never willing to sit still, what if this storm became stronger and stronger until it could tear him apart? What if he was taken to some forbidden area?

Unknown things Nangong Fan is reluctant to try, he just wants to take his fate into his own hands.

He was like a poisonous snake lurking in the shade of a tree, looking for a gap in the frost to escape.

Nangong Fan didn't panic at all, and under the destruction of snowflakes and stones, he leisurely cleaned up the traces in his body.

It seems that I have to speed up, otherwise the cold will not clear, and I will collapse to death first.

Nangong Fan's mind turned, no longer hesitating, the law of flame was attached to his spiritual power, and his entire body seemed to have become an active volcano and was about to erupt.

Frost fluttered down from the outside of the body.

Zizizizi.

"The feeling of ice and fire is really refreshing. The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth cracked slightly, and his pupils were beating like fire.

"Burn!"

The black dragon sword was in his hand, and flames danced on it, swaying in the ice and snow, as if the air was burning with it. As soon as the flying snowflakes touched the sword, they turned into clouds of smoke and ascended to the sky.

"The Fire Lotus is here. ”

The beating sparks turned into lotus flowers, opening the way forward under Nangong Fan's sword, just drawing a gap in the sky full of ice and snow, and before Nangong Fan could swim in the air, more frost poured over to instantly fill the gap.