Since he decided to save people in the competition, Ling Feng wanted to save a level, after all, in addition to looking for the drunkard Jiang Tai to compete in martial arts, the most important thing for him to go north was to do something specific to make Baili Tianbing fall in love with him.

This may be Ling Feng's first love that he actively pursues, and he even knows that the process will never go well, but he just doesn't want to give up.

As the saying goes, people want face, trees and bark, and Ling Feng naturally wants face.

Even though his cultivation is advanced and his combat power is strong at this moment, what cannot be changed is his youthful nature.

At this moment, being in the north, in the place of the North Stygian Sea, which is almost a heavenly land, Ling Feng's mood is surprisingly relaxed.

"It's nice to be a place without Daddy!"

Ling Feng turned into a pale blue wind shadow, and then flew forward at an extremely fast speed, and when he sensed that there were people buried under the snow, he did not hesitate to slash out a wind and fire sword qi, instantly melting the snow covered above, and then ......

“...... Rescue the warriors buried under the snow from the ice and snow!" But this was simply Ling Feng's personal imagination.

The result was not at all what Ling Feng had thought.

The ice and snow were burned and melted into snow water and poured into the ground, directly drenching the neck of the buried warrior, and it was actually angry jumping feet flying out of the ground.

He kept scolding and scolding: "Damn, who made Lao Tzu a neck?"

Ling Feng looked at the warrior who suddenly jumped out of the deep snow, his face was full of red light, and his face was full of anger, he really didn't have half of the joy after being rescued.

"Why are you angry?" Ling Feng thought with his cheeks tilted in confusion, with a serious and cautious expression.

Ling Feng was still thinking, and suddenly the red-faced man who jumped out of the ground looked at Ling Feng suddenly, his eyes were full of fierce and vicious, as if Ling Feng was not doing that to save him, but to harm him.

"You kid, did you kid get me a neck of water?" the red-faced man roared angrily.

Ling Feng was suddenly a little dazed.

The heart said that I obviously saved you, why do you look like a ghost, did I sleep with a girl, let alone kill your old man, why do you have an expression of wanting to die or live?

After thinking about it, Ling Feng also felt that even if he was saving people, his methods were a little rougher, he should not really hurt the other party, not to mention that just a little water was drenched in his neck, he would not die, which was simply insignificant compared to the person he saved the other party's life.

"Well, it's me, I just sensed that Your Excellency was sealed in the depths of ice and snow, so I specially used my family's Sharp Wind and Fire Technique to melt the ice and snow with wind and fire sword qi to rescue Your Excellency from the ground, this is a trivial matter, not enough to worry about, so there is no need to formally thank you!" Ling Feng looked at the other party with a grin.

He thought of doing a good deed in his heart, so he spoke with a bit of a game mentality, and did not take the other party's fierce expression too seriously.

Who knows, Ling Feng shouldn't do it for a while, and the other party shouldn't do it for a while, not only that, but the other party's originally wide eyes actually widened after Ling Feng admitted it.

"You kid, you kid really have a kind, my Red Blood Venerable, if I don't swallow your blood and eat your flesh today, I won't be called the strongest blood cultivator!" The red-faced man roared angrily.

At the same time as he roared, the red face suddenly turned extremely red like a piece of red-hot iron.

This image seemed to have nothing to do with the strongest blood cultivation that the Red Blood Venerable kept talking about, according to Ling Feng's thoughts, this guy was most likely a heartless madman who cultivated the fire system exercises.

"Senior, I still want to save people, so I won't play with you!" immediately couldn't help laughing a few times, and was about to turn around and leave.

However, Ling Feng's figure had only just moved a few steps, and he was just about to unfold the Wind Resistor to leave, but he didn't want the red-faced man to be like a red fire man volleying in the air and stomping on Ling Feng's head with a fierce kick.

"You little ghost, you have offended the deity, and you still want to leave, today I will let you come and go!" The Red Blood Venerable was in mid-air, but his mouth was shouting, and it exploded in mid-air like thunder.

Ling Feng suddenly felt the solidified momentum of Mount Tai in midair, and he was also shocked, but he didn't expect this hesitant Venerable to lose his mind and go crazy to such an extent, and he would start fighting without saying a word.

What made Ling Feng himself feel even more depressed was that he had obviously helped the other party.

"This, who are you going to reason with!" Ling Feng said in his heart, the Fire Spirit Sword in his hand already carried a momentum of breaking through the clouds and slashing the sky, and it rose to the sky.

The crimson flame sword qi, wrapped in the pale blue wind spiritual power, gradually became more and more inflated, and in just an instant, the wind and fire sword qi was actually a small sword qi three feet long, and suddenly swelled dozens of times, directly from the ground to the red blood venerable who was pressed down in the air from the three-zhang high sky.

The Red Blood Venerable was also very good, seeing that Ling Feng's sword qi came first, his face was extremely calm, and he immediately slapped out a palm that was as red as fire, and slammed it towards the wind and fire sword qi that was rushing up.

"Red Blood Palm!" he roared eagerly, and the blood-red palm slapped out quickly and fiercely, with an indomitable domineering and ruthless aura, it actually played a bit of self-defeating masculinity in an instant.

I saw that the top of his hands suddenly turned into a blood-red color, followed by a terrifying force and slammed down from the top of the wind and fire sword qi, and the wind and fire sword qi immediately shook its form, followed by an incredible turn into a ball of flame turbulence, completely shattering in the air.

Ling Feng was shocked, his body turned into flying snow and kept drifting towards the side and back, and in his heart, he was shocked by the amazing #flesh # body explosiveness of the other party at that moment.

"Is this still a human hand, isn't it terrifying!" Ling Feng's heart was shocked.

It's not that he hasn't seen a hand that can fight against an earth-level spiritual weapon with his bare hands, but it is really rare to see such a palm that shatters his wind and fire sword qi as soon as he makes a move.

Ling Feng thought to himself that after his combat power had reached the level of a demi-saint, no one could shatter his sword qi so easily.

But now it seems that I was wrong.

At this moment, Ling Feng really wanted to move the four-attribute fusion sword qi that killed Yan Yucong last time, but he still had some hesitation in his heart.

The explosive power of that sword qi was too powerful, once it hit the opponent, it could be death, and he was really not sure when this power was suitable to use.

"Is the kid good?" The Red Blood Martial Venerable was in mid-air, and a strange smile came out of his mouth, and then turned into a blood cloud, floating towards Ling Feng's body lightly and quickly.

"Bang!"

Ling Feng's body was shattered by the Red Blood Venerable's palm on the spot, and it was actually a large fragment of light blue ice armor on the ground.

A palm forcibly bombarded the red-blooded venerable on the extremely frozen ice, and his body instantly fell back into the air, and he couldn't help but show a look of surprise in his heart.

Obviously, the afterimage of Ling Feng's performance this time was different from the past.

The remnant image before Ling Feng only left behind remnant fragments, which was the simplest illusion confusion, and did not have any actual attack ability, so it looked monotonous and chicken in the battle of the demi-saint level.

But this time, he left behind an entity, and it was a pale blue ice sculpture of himself formed by the freezing ice.

This ice sculpture is vivid, as if it is a one-to-one restoration according to Ling Feng's body shape and facial features. Before the ice sculpture is broken, the pale blue luster characteristic of the Polar Frozen Ice will completely converge, which also makes the identification of this afterimage extremely difficult.

Refining the afterimage into an ice sculpture with a real sense of touch was naturally not for the sake of trickery, but for Ling Feng to use the terrifying freezing of the extremely frozen ice to achieve some control or dare the opponent to attack.

As a result, such an experiment actually fell on this unknown Red Blood Venerable.

The Red Blood Venerable slammed his palm on the remnant of the ice sculpture left by Ling Feng, and immediately felt a terrifying cold intent, bathing in every corner of his body in an instant, no matter how much he urged the blood qi in his body to expel the cold qi, he was never able to succeed.

This sudden change made the Red Blood Martial Venerable's face suddenly become extremely ugly.

"Damn, you kid is such an evil sect, what kind of ice is on your body, it is so cold, is it Xuan Bing?"

Ling Feng, who had hidden his body and divine aura, was quietly peeking at the Red Blood Martial Venerable in the dark, ready to patiently observe for a while before making a move.

This time, although the afterimage of the ice sculpture made the opponent suddenly suffer a small loss, it did not mean that he could defeat the opponent.

In fact, the other party smashed his wind and fire sword qi with his bare palm, and the shock left in his heart was far from being eliminated.

But Ling Feng also knew that it was not a matter at all to simply hide, and he immediately prepared to launch an active attack. He just thought briefly in his mind for a moment, and then used the afterimage step to create an afterimage ice sculpture in the same place, while he himself suddenly bent over and hid at the feet of the afterimage, quietly waiting for a new round of power collision as if it did not exist.

However, this time, the Red Blood Venerable learned to be obedient, and he was not willing to directly bombard the remnant ice sculpture with his hand, so he actually blasted out a palm in the air and smashed it on the ice surface of the ice sculpture.

"Boom!"

Strange things have happened, and the remnants of the ice sculpture that were supposed to break have remained intact under the bombardment of this aerial palm force.

"How is this possible?" The Red Blood Venerable, who had always been confident in the first generation of martial arts in the world, couldn't accept this reality at all, and actually waved his palms angrily.

"Boom!"

The red blood palm suddenly blasted out, and the palm of the hand suddenly emitted a red halo like blood, followed by a fierce bombardment on the ice sculpture remnant.

The remnants of the ice sculpture almost shattered in response to the sound and rolled to the ground.

"Hahaha!"

The Red Blood Venerable couldn't help but laugh a few times, and he couldn't help but say to himself: "I'll just say, how can it be that Lao Tzu's Red Blood Palm can't shatter an ice sculpture." These funny little tricks of the kid are of no use to Lao Tzu at all, and if you want to deal with the deity, you need to burst out of your amazing sword qi. ”

But Ling Feng didn't answer him at all.

The Red Blood Martial Venerable scolded several times, but no one responded, and he couldn't help but feel a little bored in his heart.

Who knows, just when there was a hint of fatigue in his heart, Ling Feng's figure hiding next to the fragment of the remnant of the ice sculpture suddenly burst out and stabbed out with a sword towards the back of the heart of the Red Blood Venerable.

The Fire Spirit Sword let out a sharp scream that almost tore through the space, and the blood-red sword qi glowed, burning three feet of blood-red light in an instant, followed by a sword that stabbed fiercely at the back of the opponent's heart.

Ling Feng thought that he would succeed, even if he couldn't stab the other party to death, he would at least be able to burn half of the opponent's blood and qi dry.

But he didn't want to, the blood-colored sword light was just a moment when it pierced into the body of the Red Blood Venerable, and he suddenly felt that the opponent's chest was as strong as a golden stone.

The sword body could not pierce the defense of the Red Blood Martial Venerable, and immediately gave birth to a huge anti-shock force, which was about to forcibly eject Ling Feng's Fire Spirit Sword.

Ling Feng was in a hurry, and his body immediately turned into a pale blue wind shadow, and he quickly began to rotate at a high speed around the body of the Red Blood Venerable.