The whole body of the Cold Sword Palace is made of Xuanbing, and the formation is blessed, and it will not melt for thousands of years, standing on the top of the mountain. Above the palace gate, a huge ice dragon was entrenched, suppressing the number of qi, vividly, as if it would then take off into the air.

In front of the palace gate, on the vast square, there are many people queuing up, waiting to be received. There is even a real person, and in addition, most of them are inner disciples, but they don't dare to speak loudly.

Ever since the Flying Snow Saint King stayed in the Cold Sword Palace, it has become more and more lively here, especially the two young men who are guarding the door, who have made a lot of oil and water.

The broken arm was almost healed, but not only did it not have a long memory, but it became more and more arrogant.

"That anomaly offended us, and he was immediately injured and punished, not to mention an ordinary inner disciple!" The two young men often thought so.

This is the fox and the tiger, the dog fights the human power!

Although some people can't get used to their arrogant appearance, after all, they are the watchdogs of the real people of Hanjian, and they will pass by if they turn a blind eye to them.

When Yang Xiaomu's figure was seen, looking at the clothes of the inner disciple he was wearing, the two of them had no interest, and the disciples were only in the inner sect, and the oil and water were limited.

But at the moment when they retracted their gaze, they faintly felt that this person was a little familiar, and when they looked at it, they immediately screamed, "Why are you still here, where is the disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall, quickly take away this beast who violated the rules of the court!" ”

"Get out of the way!" Yang Xiaomu had already walked to the palace gate at this time.

When the other disciples saw Yang Xiaomu coming, they immediately left far away, looking like 'I don't know him at all', just to make a way.

"Bold! Dare to be presumptuous in the Cold Sword Palace, I don't think the lesson I gave you last time was enough! The acne man yelled, "If you disturb the retreat of the Flying Snow Saint King, even if you have ten lives, it will not be enough to kill!" ”

Boom!

Yang Xiaomu was not interested in talking to him at all, just kicked him and kicked it away, like a toad crawling on the ground, and the blood quickly dyed the earth red, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Looking at the other person, Yang Xiaomu said indifferently: "The same thing, don't let me say it twice!" ”

The other person was already so frightened that he couldn't possess his body, and he crawled into the palace gate.

"Yang Xiaomu, you are too presumptuous, you dare to cause trouble in the Cold Sword Palace, there are no rules in your eyes!" The only real person on the field, said coldly, she already asked for a real person from Hanjian, and she was still a real person, so she was not afraid at all.

"You have an opinion!" Yang Xiaomu looked at each other coldly. The vast will crushes the past, like a prison.

The woman's expression suddenly froze!

"Shut up if you're okay!" Yang Xiaomu stopped looking at her.

The woman just snorted coldly, but she didn't dare to say more, Yang Xiaomu's will was crushed, making her feel palpitations.

As for the others, they looked at each other, and they didn't say a word, and even the real people obediently shut up, let alone them.

However, these people are only farther away, but no one has left, and there will be a good show next, don't watch it in vain!

"Bastard, I don't have a long memory!" The angry shouts rolled in, and the real person of the cold sword was murderous, "It seems that the last time I hit was too light, or maybe, this time it will leave you with a lesson that you will never forget!" ”

"Don't say that you seem to be very strong!" Yang Xiaomu just glanced at him disdainfully, "Come on!" Give you a chance, defeat me, you can not die! ”

Yang Xiaomu is going to kill someone, and he still wants to kill a real person!

When they heard what he said, everyone's heads were a little short-circuited, and they were completely confused!

Nima! Pretend! It's just too pretentious!

If a real person and an inner disciple say this, they can still accept it!

But now it's completely reversed!

This is simply the arrogance of strength! Extreme arrogance! Extreme ignorance! Extreme pretense!

What made them even more messy was that when they said these words, Yang Xiaomu not only did not feel the slightest discomfort, but looked like a matter of course. Even these inner disciples began to wonder if he could really do this.

When this idea came to mind, these people couldn't help but feel unbelievable, they would actually believe that an inner disciple could kill a real person.

"Am I crazy!" Many people wailed in their hearts!

As for the Jurchen, if she had heard such words before, she would only scoff and be too lazy to take care of it, but when she personally sensed Yang Xiaomu's unattainable invincible will, she suddenly felt that the young man in front of her was really incomprehensible, maybe he could really create miracles.

Although she didn't believe that Yang Xiaomu could do it, her intuition told her that maybe it was really possible!

It's a contradiction in the heart!

In fact, when they saw Yang Xiaomu's calm and relaxed face, but as cold as a mountain, many people unconsciously had this kind of heart!

"Hahaha! I really laughed at it! Hearing this, Han Jian Zhenren was also stunned, but then laughed heartily, "Are you funny in your brain, I really don't understand, how can the academy have a mentally retarded child like you." Come on, come on! Let you have one hand, if you can beat me, this seat will be your surname! ”

"I don't have a son like you, and you don't even have the qualifications to be my watchdog!" Yang Xiaomu grinned.

Han Jian Zhenren lost his temper for a while, and was taken advantage of by Yang Xiaomu, and suddenly became furious, staring at Yang Xiaomu with a calm gaze, and said, "Little beast!" Don't blame this seat for not giving you a chance, make a ......"

However, just as his words landed, Yang Xiaomu had already made a move! In an instant, he rushed to the front of the cold sword real person and slapped it with one palm!

"What you don't think you can do is just looking for death! What's the use of being fast, the power is enough to crush everything! Looking at the palm that came to him, Han Jian Zhenren's face had a thick disdain, a calm and relaxed look, and he didn't even forget to pose it, and then slapped it lightly.

Although he didn't do his best, after all, it was a seventh-order martial sect, and with the icy palm print, the surrounding air seemed to be frozen, and the stone slabs around the cold sword real person were covered with a layer of white frost.

The last time he shot, he was escaped by Yang Xiaomu, and this time he has to find the field no matter what!

However, inadvertently, Han Jian Zhenren saw Yang Xiaomu's disdainful smile on his face, mixed with a thick mockery, which couldn't help but make his heart burst out, and he vaguely felt that he seemed to be missing something.

But by the time he realized it, it was too late!

Yang Xiaomu's palm exploded, turning into a virtual shadow of the country, mountains and rivers, insects, fish, birds and beasts, like a world suppressed.

The Divine Palm of Creation!

This is the killer feature of Yang Xiaomu's palm!

Even if he only used the fifth-order cultivation, but with the blessing of the power of the Ancient Holy Body, coupled with the fact that the Cold Sword was really light on the enemy, he didn't even use the combat skills, and he was immediately caught off guard.

Rumble!

A violent explosion sounded, the hand of ice shattered, and the phantom of Jiangshan Sheji blasted away!

The cold sword real person was blasted away with just one move, and slammed into the ice dragon on the palace gate, and then fell to the ground with a bang!