"Chen Feng, you really don't understand. Do you know what it means when a man picks up a sword in his hand, whether in ancient China or in the ancient West?"

The voice of the night is full of charm, but it is also mixed with a contempt that can be heard. The smile on Chen Feng's face slowly receded, and a coldness slowly diffused from his blue pupils. His right hand rested lightly on the hilt of the sword at his feet, and a strange sensation came from his fingertips, like an electric current that instantly spread throughout his body. A cold feeling spread in my heart, but there was an indescribable comfort.

It was not that he had not used cold weapons, and when he was fighting with those bad boys, he didn't know how many of these cold weapons were stained with the blood of their respective masters and waved in Chen Feng's hands. But none of them had ever given him such a feeling. Holding the hilt of the sword and pulling it gently, he waved it in the air a few times at will, and Chen Feng clearly felt the trajectory of the blade. It was a breath as cold as ice. "Nice weapon. There is no energy supply device, but it can exude an icy aura. However, I don't understand, can this faint feeling of cold increase the damage of a weapon?"

Ye Zhongli didn't speak, but just raised the sword in his hand, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword was filled with a frosty aura visible to the naked eye. The corners of Chen Feng's mouth raised, and the ice-blue ancient sword in his hand instantly erupted into a powerful cold current, and the moisture in the air around the blade quickly condensed into fine ice crystals. However, this cold snap did not last, and quickly transformed into a violent air current, which swept away the frost that lingered around the blade with a burning sensation. A hint of surprise flashed in Ye Chongli's eyes, but Chen Feng's eyes changed from indifferent, bursting out with a complex emotion of joy, surprise and surprise.

"This thing can actually use qi to drive it, and it can actually transform the attributes of qi!?" However, a trace of anger quickly appeared in that complex emotion, because no matter how much he tried to inject the qi in his body into the ancient sword in his hand, there was only the scorching and violent air current, and there was no sense of coldness.

"The name of this sword is Bingluo, and it is made of soul iron. If you resist it with qi, the frost will condense. But the so-called qi here is not the violent qi that your high-level martial arts have conceived. A sharp breath erupted from the severity of the night, and a momentum like a tiger slowly condensed on his body.

"Soul Iron, what kind of metal is that?" When Chen Feng was puzzled, the sword in Ye Chongli's hand instantly erupted into a powerful and stable cold current, which made Chen Feng look sideways. A low-temperature area that suddenly appeared inside his aura made him feel a dangerous aura. If the feeling of coldness when this Ice Spirit Sword was just unsheathed was called coldness, then now it is called coldness. It feels like a stream of liquid nitrogen that is being released, and even ordinary metal will be frozen and cracked in an instant if it is slightly touched.

"Do you want to know? Hehe, if you beat me, I'll tell you. Ye Chongli's sword eyebrows raised, and the figure disappeared in the original place in an instant, and a white afterimage instantly appeared in front of Chen Feng. The ice-blue blade expanded rapidly in Chen Feng's eyes, and a crisp collision sound sounded. Chen Feng's feet slid two steps away, but Ye Chongli was bounced away by the huge force for a distance of tens of meters.

A powerful air current lingered around Chen Feng, stirring his clothes and making a rattling sound. Chen Feng's eyes were filled with a half-blue, half-red color, as clear as crystal. In just a short moment of contact, Chen Feng's right hand was almost frozen to the point that he couldn't hold the Ice Spirit Ancient Sword in his hand, but this cold was also quickly dispelled by the violent aura in his body.

"Then I'm looking forward to your answer, and I hope you'll have the strength to say it then. A piece of floating earth exploded under Chen Feng's feet, and the dark green (let's understand it as the color of the school uniform) afterimage appeared directly behind Ye Chongli, and the Ice Spirit Sword in his hand slashed towards Ye Chongli's waist in an extremely brutal way. It seems that as long as this sword hits, Ye Chongli will have to turn into two parts. It was only an instant, and the Ice Spirit Sword in Ye Chongli's hand was behind the sword, which was able to block Chen Feng's waist slash. It's just that the whole person was blasted out by a huge force. But at the moment when he was blown away, the Ice Spirit Sword in his hand pulled out a brilliant sword flower and bypassed his wrist.

Chen Feng's gaze slowly moved to the right hand, which no longer felt anything, and a wound that was not shallow or deep was left there. The cold breath permeated the wound, and the blood was congealed. But it was only an instant, and the clothes were soaked red.

Chen Feng's gaze gradually moved away from the wound, and surprisingly, the thin spray in the sky-blue pupils was not a cold chill, but a kind of surprise and joy that Ye Chongli had never seen before. "Hehe, I didn't expect you to grow to such a state in less than a year. I'm really happy. It's the first time I've ever encountered a state like yours that you could get me injured in the first round of the fight. Interesting!" the corners of Chen Feng's mouth raised, and his figure disappeared in place in an instant, and at this moment, the street trees on both sides shook violently, and some of the leaves were torn apart by the air current.

Ye Chongli's gaze froze, once again blocking Chen Feng's brutal waist slash. At the same time, the muscles on his face twitched involuntarily, "This bastard obviously doesn't know anything, but he is so domineering every time." It's just that relying on brute force is to slash horizontally and vertically, and if you are hit again, you have to cut it in two, and you will end up dead without a whole body. ”

"It's not a good habit to be distracted when you're at war with people!" As Chen Feng's voice echoed in the air, Ye Zhongli had already stopped with his Ice Spirit Sword after breaking two street trees as thick as buckets. But he couldn't stop coughing, and a mouthful of blood was swallowed raw. "The speed of this Fighting Venerable's Feng Ling is really terrifying, but he lost his mind for a moment and was actually hit by him with a punch. He slowly stood up, coughed a few more times, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his left hand.

"Ye Chongli, do you think my swordsmanship is not as good as yours. Just despise the master?" When Chen Feng spoke, a pair of blue eyes did not look at the night at all, but stubbornly stared at the Ice Spirit Sword that was constantly spewing violent air currents. The powerful qi was injected into the Ice Spirit Sword, but there was no trace of coldness, which made him very frustrated. Because, he could clearly feel the extreme low temperature of the night weight from the top of the blade.

Yashige looked away from the opening film, and the huge movement just now had awakened the school's defenses. Although there are no electronic eyes in this area, the school's mechanical police will soon be here. At that time, the situation will be extremely troublesome, which is naturally not what he wants to see. Gently raising his eyes to look at Ye Chongli, Chen Feng seemed to understand what he was worried about. A gust of wind passed under his feet, and Chen Feng had already stepped on the continuous canopy and swept towards the back hill of the school, "The back hill of Jiuli Middle School is a developing area, and no one will disturb it there. ”

Chen Feng's voice echoed softly in the air, and Ye Chongli quickly followed.

The blue light streaked, and a crisp crashing sound was heard again through the trees. Ye Chongli's figure leaned back to the side, and the Ice Spirit Sword in Chen Feng's hand slashed past in front of him, and the violent air currents shaved his face painfully. Ye Chongli's feet quickly turned, and the white robe agitated. Although Chen Feng retreated in time, and at the same time leaned back extremely quickly, there was still a blood mark on his forehead. The cold breath lingered on the wounds, and Chen Feng's body was already densely covered with various wounds. Although these wounds were not deep, the terrifying cold made Chen Feng's situation less optimistic. Through this short battle, Chen Feng also clearly realized his shortcomings. His attacks were wide open and close, and although his strength was extremely terrifying, he didn't have much advantage in front of Ye Shige's delicate body. And as time progressed, Chen Feng found that Ye Chongli had been able to gradually use the angle of the ancient sword to unload most of his power. In this way, his only advantage was also restrained by him. On the contrary, Chen Feng himself couldn't figure out the attack routine of Ye Chongli at all, and he repeatedly suffered losses in front of that ancient sword that was wrapped in cold air, and his body was covered with wounds. And as the wounds increased, more and more cold air invaded with the wounds, although for him, this cold did not cause any substantial damage. But he also had to divide his mind to suppress those cold qi, and this kind of battle made Chen Feng's heart feel aggrieved. As a powerhouse who has entered the realm of Douhuang, he has always relied on his powerful body to fight with his opponents, opening and closing. But suddenly asking him to use such a sharp ancient sword, it naturally seemed extremely twisted.

"Cut!" the fingers smeared the wound, and the bright red blood flowed on the fair face, which looked inexplicably beautiful and hideous. "Looks like I'm underestimating you. Also, this stuff is good, but it doesn't do much for me. Perhaps, it is more of a burden. ”

The blue light shone again, and Chen Feng actually threw out the ice spirit sword in his hand directly. With a tremendous force, the Ice Spirit Sword tore through the space and flew towards Chongli like a cannonball. At the same time, Chen Feng's figure also disappeared in the original place, turning into an afterimage and following behind Bing Lu. With a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, an open palm stretched out in the direction where the ice spirit was flying.

"Edgeworth!?" However, this consternation only flashed in Shigeli's mind like a spark, and was quickly denied by himself. As soon as the Ice Spirit Sword in his hand stood in front of him, it suddenly turned the moment Chen Feng's Ice Spirit flew in front of him, and the blade bounced the menacing flying sword away. At the same time, as soon as he turned his wrist, the sword in his hand stabbed straight at Chen Feng, who was chasing behind, and a chilling sword aura was derived along the blade, "It's over, Chen Feng!"

"Hehe, is it over? Flame-Wind-Control!" When the last three words were bitten out of Chen Feng's mouth, an unprecedented sense of danger suddenly erupted in Chongli's heart, and a burning sensation came from behind him.

"Could it be!?"

The icy spirit with a chilling cold air slowly stabbed at Chen Feng's face, tearing the air along the way, making a crisp sound like glass shattering.

"Solid aura!?" A wave of fear flashed in Ye Chongli's heart, "Then the scorching ...... behind him"

"Although it seems a bit too much to use the power of the Tyrant Emperor against you, I know that you are fully deserved. If you still have to choose to hide and tuck, then I can't blame me. Flame-God-Charge-Strike!" Looking at the tip of the Ice Spirit Sword that was advancing like a snail, Chen Feng's outstretched palm suddenly closed with a terrifying might. A visible cyan flame erupted in the fist.

At this moment, Ye Chongli's brows jumped, "Is this the power of the Tyrant Emperor...... No wonder even grandpa ...... However, my seventh-stage Sword Sect is no joke!"

The Ice Spirit Sword in Ye Chongli's hand suddenly erupted with an extremely powerful aura at this moment, bursting like countless blades in a spherical shape, and the solid aura that imprisoned him around him was shattered with it. Completely ignoring the two flame spheres that had gradually formed behind him, the passage of time seemed to have slowed down at this moment, and the figure of Ye Chongli was slowly divided into four in Chen Feng's eyes. The four Ice Spirit Swords slowly danced in four different ways, and for a moment, the blue shadows of the Ice Spirit Sword overlapped each other, like a blooming blue lotus.

"What is this...... How could it be ......" Chen Feng has seen a lot of afterimages, and as a tyrant emperor, he knows even more about afterimages. When the velocity of an object with extremely high energy reaches its extreme, an afterimage appears. But that afterimage is just an illusion after all, and there is no half breath in the aura at all. It was precisely because of this that he was shocked by the move of re-leaving the night in front of him. Because in his induction, there were clearly four incomparably condensed breaths there......

"Just this sword will decide the victory, Lan Fengqi!ice-spirit-broken-soul!" The blue lotus flower slowly retracted, the sword shadow merged, and a monstrous power rushed towards it. A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Chen Feng's mouth, and the fist holding the flames slowly opened again. A dark cyan flame figure enlarged in the palm of his hand, and flew towards the night with a huge impact.

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"Let's do it, I've lost it. Although, this kid will also pay quite a heavy price. Deep in the forest, an old voice slowly came out.