The atmosphere froze.

On the ship, Jiang Xuesong's expression was extremely solemn, and he stood in front of him with a single knife.

In the next moment, three figures flew abruptly, and the huge blue defensive light shield was torn apart in an instant.

A young man dressed in a black robe with golden runes embroidered underneath stepped over, his eyes swept over Jiang Xuesong and the martial artists of the Flying Snow Sect, his eyebrows furrowed, and he said with a smile: "I really didn't expect that there would be a Xuan-level top-grade Ice Jade Spirit Bone Grass, if you can get five top-grade Ice Jade Spirit Bone Grass, maybe you will have a certain chance, and go further, you can really fight in this autumn hunt." ”

The aura of the middle stage of the Shengang Realm was undisguised, and he walked in a hurry, casually scanning the building boat.

All of a sudden, it was the core disciple of this Netherworld Temple, who was mainly anti-guest, and became the owner of the ship.

Behind him, two core disciples of the early stage of the Shengang Realm, also dressed in black robes, each holding a long sword, stood at the bow of the boat.

The entire building ship was dead silent, and all the disciples of the Flying Snow Sect, even Jiang Xuesong, who was also in the middle of the Shengang Realm, were full of humiliation and anger.

"Everyone go to the sea and pick the Ice Jade Spirit Bone Grass, five superlative, one hundred high-grade, I can spare your life. ”

The core disciple of the middle stage of the Shengang Realm spoke in a calm tone, as if he was saying something insignificant.

The indifferent but gentle tone even faintly gave people the feeling that he was already very tolerant.

"This is simply impossible, on this ice floe, there is only one top-grade Ice Jade Spirit Bone Grass, and there are only twenty or thirty top-grade plants at most. ”

The martial artist in the late stage of the Xuandan Realm and the leader of the disciples of the Flying Snow Sect snorted coldly with anger on his face.

"You're looking for death!"

In the next moment, a fierce and incomparable sword light suddenly flew by, and the jet-black sword light stirred with a brutal killing intent, and suddenly exploded.

Jiang Xuesong's expression changed suddenly, the wide long knife slashed horizontally, and an ice-blue sword suddenly swept away.

"Elder Jiang, with your little effort, it's better not to be strong. ”

Another core disciple of the Netherworld Hall in the early stage of the Shengang Realm, suddenly the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, a sneer was sneered, and the long sword swung out, and a dark purple sword spun out, turning into a strange half-arc, like a purple cold moon, sprinkling a cold and gloomy light, suddenly enveloping Jiang Xuesong.

There was a crisp sound of clanging, and the swords intersected!

The dark purple sword light and the ice-blue sword light intertwined, turning into a cold light that swept away.

The sound of fine shattering sounded instantly, and countless cracks cracked on the deck of the building ship in an instant, horizontal and vertical, criss-crossed, like a spider's web.

Almost at the same time, a terrible cry sounded, and the rich smell of blood instantly penetrated everyone's nose.

"Big brother!"

"Miscellaneous of the Nether Temple!"

"Damn it!"

The screams were filled with fear, anger, humiliation, and despair.

The faces were flushed, the facial features were almost distorted, and the eyes were blood-red, bursting out with a hideous killing intent.

"Elder Jiang, it seems that ten years have made the Flying Snow Sect forget what kind of existence the Netherworld Hall is. ”

The mid-stage disciple of the Shengang Realm, who was standing with his hands in his hands, looked calm, and his eyes did not look at the head that had fallen to the ground at all, but looked at the spirit grass from afar.

Jiang Xuesong's right hand trembled, his face was full of anger and humiliation, and after ten breaths, he took a deep breath and slowly suppressed his desperate determination on the spot: "Everyone go to the sea with me, and please keep your promise and don't embarrass the disciples of the Flying Snow Sect." ”

The three core disciples of the Netherworld Hall were not something he could resist at all.

With the power of the middle stage of the Shengang Realm, it couldn't even suppress the early stage of the Shengang Realm of a Netherworld.

I watched the best of the disciples of the Xuandan Realm of the Flying Snow Sect, with different heads and souls.

If the three of them join forces, within a moment, everyone will be killed.

In this vast sea of ice jade, it is impossible for anyone to escape.

"These female disciples are all left for me, you don't have to go back to the Flying Snow Sect, just follow me in the future." ”

The core disciples of the middle stage of the Shengang Realm suddenly raised their eyebrows, and their eyes swept over the four female disciples, and the greed in their eyes was undisguised.

He is the core disciple of the Netherworld, and there is naturally no shortage of women around him, but in the autumn hunt of this Netherworld Palace, he did not bring beautiful relatives with him. These four female disciples of the Flying Snow Sect are heroic and cool, with a unique flavor, and in this ice jade sea, they can also serve as guides.

As for the future, of course, it will be killed after the autumn hunt.

These four female disciples are obviously still virgins, and after he has played, he will never leave them to others to share.

The awe-inspiring killing intent and lustful greed are undisguised, and the tone is calm and seems to be taken for granted.

"Elder Jiang, let's fight with them!"

"Netherworld, don't deceive people too much!"

Suddenly, a tragic and incomparably violent tyranny suddenly rose.

In the midst of the tyrannical roar, a stream of sword light rushed into the sky.

"Elder Jiang, it seems that the Flying Snow Sect is really not afraid of death!"

The core disciple in the middle stage of the Shengang Realm suddenly looked at Jiang Xuesong, and his voice became gloomy in an instant.

The pupils faintly flowed a deep black, and the brilliance was like a whirlpool.

The next moment, Jiang Xuesong suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and blood flowed out of the seven orifices at the same time, and he fell to the ground.

Severe pain rose from the deepest part of his soul in an instant, Jiang Xuesong clenched his teeth, but a terrible and painful roar still continued to squeeze out from between his teeth. The long knife fell to the ground, his hands clutching his head, his fingers pale, his bones clicking, his fingertips almost embedded deep in his face, and blood seeping out.

Soul Attack!

"Okay! I'll listen to you!"

Suddenly, a female disciple stepped out and knelt down, her face full of tears.

"That's right, everyone go to the sea, give you half an hour, finish picking the spirit grass, let's go to the next place, don't delay too long!"

He smiled coldly, and the deep whirlpool in his eyes fell silent.

Jiang Xuesong spurted out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed directly to the ground, falling into a semi-comatose state.

Five fingers grasped, and the four female disciples of the Xuandan Realm were like marionettes, and they were directly caught and brought aside.

With a wave of his left hand, a majestic aura swept through like an angry wave, and more than a dozen disciples of the Flying Snow Sect fell directly into the icy sea water like a gourd rolling on the ground. In the next moment, a thick layer of frost appeared in his eyebrows and hair, and his body trembled fiercely, and two of the martial artists who had just been promoted to the Xuandan realm actually sank directly.

The Ice Jade Sea was cold to the bone, and the idle Xuandan Realm martial artists did not dare to enter it at all.

Even if the disciples of the Flying Snow Sect practiced the exercises of the Ice and Snow Series, their realm was too low and they still couldn't resist the extreme cold.

At this moment, a tumbling wave of anger suddenly set off, and a tyrannical and low roar slowly sounded in the land of the angry sea.

(End of chapter)