No matter what, it could not calm the restless hearts of this group of people, and the world together gave people an extremely gloomy and oppressive feeling, as well as the piles of white bones around the lake......

There are treasures here, and it is not for ordinary people to know when they will appear. Even Ling Feng didn't have a clue, so he had to wait! Everyone came to hunt for treasures, and there was more or less hope in their hearts, although it was slim.

However, the arrival of the Xuanbing Sect made most people feel considerable pressure, and even cut off the slightest thought they had about the treasure. In this case, they are naturally going to riot.

People with a heart are fueling the flames and catalyzing the contradictions between everyone, even if many people know this, they still willingly fall into the trap.

Ling Feng saw the person who made the move, but the black shadow quickly disappeared into the crowd and could no longer be found. With this palm, the contradictions between the two sides were completely intensified.

"Kill this group of girls!" someone shouted, and then several martial artists with high cultivation forcibly rushed over and fought with the women of the Xuanbing Sect.

Bing Yan looked at this scene, and Xuan Bing'er's face was extremely pale. Bing Xue is smart, she naturally knows that someone is dealing with them, but she is not afraid.

The red lips opened slightly, and he shouted softly: "Whoever dares to step forward, there will be no mercy!"

The sisters fought as one, and they hated the same enemy.

Maybe it's because these seven women look fresh and refined that everyone is careless. Seeing that someone is taking the lead, they do not retreat but advance.

A young man from the Hehuan Sect held a golden folding fan in his hand, and his eyes were as beautiful as a demon. Looking at his breath is very stable, there is nothing special, but it makes people feel frightened. Even from a distance of many distances, Ling Feng could feel a faint pressure.

That guy's strength is definitely ten times stronger than what it appears to be!

Handsome and personable, women feel ashamed when they see it, but under the gentle appearance, what is hidden is vicious and ruthless.

"Yo, she is worthy of being the Xuanbing Sect's Xuanbing Sect's Xuanxue, her tone is big, but Young Master Ben likes it!" He walked forward slowly, opened his folding fan and shook it gently, and said, "This woman belongs to Young Master Ben, as for the others, whatever you want!"

Talking frivolously in a serious way, in contrast, is particularly disgusting.

"Bang bang bang!" The people of the Xuanbing Sect were separated, and a group of people besieged the five women, and soon took the advantage.

Meng Qing'er's face was full of anxiety, looking at the sisters who were under siege, and whispered to Xuan Bing'er: "Bing'er, be careful, I'll help them!"

"Good!" was just one word, unmistakably emotional.

In those beautiful eyes, there was a cold light.

"You're looking for death!" said the words that came out of her mouth, obviously not much of a threat, but it was chilling.

The young man lost his mind slightly, but quickly recovered, and there was a sense of surprise. He licked the corners of his mouth, and he didn't know what he thought, but there was an extra glimmer of fire in his eyes.

"Look for death!" Xuan Bing'er snorted softly, her body was like a light swallow, and the long sword in her hand hummed, and then turned into a bolt of lightning and went straight to the young man's throat.

The sword was like lightning, and it was like ice, glowing with ice, full of murderous aura! The sword light flashed, and the next moment it appeared in front of the young man, he looked at the frozen sword, and directly threw out the fan in his hand.

"Ding!"

The golden fan and the ice sword dispersed with a single touch, each flying upside down. When the young man held the fan again, he trembled all over, and a cold sense invaded his body.

Looking at the fan with a shocked face, he found that it was covered with a faint layer of frost. That chill was far more than ordinary frost.

"The artistic conception is actually the artistic conception of ice!" At his level, he has some understanding of the artistic conception. He felt that Xuan Bing'er had comprehended the artistic conception of ice, and his face couldn't help but be a little solemn.

This artistic conception is definitely not an ordinary comprehension, at least fifty percent of it is controlled!

Only then did he put away his pompous appearance and retreated violently. It's just that how could Xuan Bing'er let him leave, both murderous and endless. It was another stalemate battle, and the youth of the Hehuan Sect had completely fallen into disadvantage.

"Wait!" The two of them clapped each other, and the disciple of the Hehuan Sect retreated with the power of this palm, and hurriedly shouted, "You and I have no grievances, why bother to kill!" He naturally felt Xuan Bing'er's homicidal heart.

Xuan Bing'er didn't answer, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the sisters who were in crisis, and there was anxiety in her eyes.

She finally made up her mind, and a strange energy burst out of her body, and the long skirt on her body condensed into hard frost. Immediately, streaks of silver ice covered her at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, she turned into a frost goddess!

A sword pointed towards the young man, and the power of heaven and earth suddenly condensed, turning into a frost prison, and firmly binding it.

"Xuan Bing'er, do you really want to use a killer?" The young man in the prison turned pale, and he definitely couldn't imagine that the other party would really dare to kill him.

still has a cold face, cherishes words like gold, and then slowly raises the sword in his hand!

"Frostblade!"

The sword was like electricity, accompanied by her light voice, which seemed to be surrounded by thunder. The vast icy cold spiritual power in the body was like a tide converging towards the sword body, and the icy cold qi enveloped the range of a hundred zhang.

Feeling the sword intent, the young man's face turned pale, knowing that it was useless to say more, he immediately turned hateful, gritted his teeth and said: "Stinky woman, if you want to kill me, it's not so easy!"

As soon as the words fell, his body melted, from his feet to his head, which was very terrifying. And his face was distorted to the extreme, as if he had suffered a great deal of pain. The skull was the last to melt away, roaring and saying a vicious word, and finally turning into a pool of thick water.

At the same time, the Ice Blade slashed down.

The overwhelming silver sword light blasted away with the fury of thunder, slashing at the puddle of water. The sound of the roar was clear, and the thick water fell in all directions, and she was quickly killed by her, and the youth disappeared completely.

Xuan Bing'er put away her surprise and said three words coldly, "Don't measure yourself!" Obviously, in her opinion, that guy is completely dead.

The moment she turned back, her face turned pale in an instant, because a strong death crisis enveloped her. She knew very well that there was a terrifying energy that locked on her, and that blow would kill her. No matter how you dodge, you can't dodge.

At this time, Ling Feng knew that he didn't have to continue hiding. Very helplessly, he swept towards Xuan Bing'er, and couldn't help sighing: "After all, it's too young!"

Stepping on the ghost step, almost a moment before that attack was brewing successfully, appeared in front of Xuan Bing'er.

Ling Feng's face was serious, his spiritual power surged, and he shouted at the empty place in front of him: "Die!"

At the same time, the two fires in the body pierced forward at a terrifying speed.

"Ah......" A terrible scream immediately resounded throughout the sky.

(End of chapter)