Lin Xian'er's withdrawal made Qin Wentian feel a little surprised, after all, Lin Xian'er's strength was in his eyes, he could support it under the encirclement and suppression of the poisonous scorpion and the Holy Son of the Taidemon Sect, and he also injured the other party, such a strong man was far from being as weak as she looked.

Besides, Qin Wentian had a little understanding of Lin Xian'er, her heart was higher than the sky, and she was full of arrogance, but at this moment, she gave up with a smile.

The trip to the Xianwu world, which Tianjiao figure is not ambitious, although it seems that he is only competing with these powerhouses in the Xianwu world, but these people who have stepped into the Xianwu world will represent an era, they will be the future of the Huangji Holy Domain, and they can become the most dazzling existence in the Xianwu world, which is destined to be the future will not be ordinary, and will compete in the world.

Therefore, no one is willing to give up even one defeat, they don't know what the impact of one defeat will be on the future, but everyone knows that if they want to be the most dazzling person, they can't afford to lose once.

Qin Wentian saw that moving smile and remembered that night, Lin Xian'er told him about the brilliance in his beautiful eyes when he talked about Tianjiao in the Eight Great Suppression Era, saying that those eight people were better existences than him Qin Wentian, but now, she changed her words, presumably in Lin Xian'er's heart, she had regarded Qin Wentian as an equally dazzling existence with those eight people, even if the current combat effectiveness may be lacking.

Nodding at Lin Xian'er, Qin Wentian's eyes looked at the last remaining frost-like figure, Lou Bingyu.

Lou Bingyu also looked at him, her cold eyes faintly revealed an extremely firm belief, that was the persistence of victory, and her lips opened lightly. said coldly: "You can't fight me, you are the same door." I don't want to hurt you, you can leave. ”

looked at Lou Bingyu's face. The long eyelashes added a bit of beauty to those cold eyes, Qin Wentian thought that if Bingyu was not so cold in this building, it would also be an existence that would bring disaster to the country and the people, the kind of cold temperament on her body seemed to be in her bones, making it impossible for people to get close, even if she stood in front of her, she would feel very far away.

Lou Bingyu said such a thing, which made Qin Wentian feel a little surprised, and it seemed that it was really as he thought he wanted. Although she looks so cold, but maybe her heart is not as good as her appearance, competing in this immortal martial arts world, once standing on the opposite side, the friendship of the same door seems insignificant, the same proud Tianjiao, do you expect the other party to give up the competition because you are the same door, and give you the glory?

This is also the reason why the strong man of the Sword Sect who fought before sneaked up on Qin Wentian, he was not surprised at all. Perhaps in the face of foreign enemies, the friendship of the same sect can become a rope to tie them together and fight side by side for the glory of the sect, but here, the opposite side is the enemy.

Lou Bingyu will not give up. Qin Wentian, of course he would not give up.

It's just that this cold woman can't help but be too confident in herself.

"Let's fight. "Qin Wentian holds the blood-colored Fang Tian Painting Halberd. said lightly, the moment his voice fell. The frost flew all over the sky, and the space suddenly became extremely cold. Lou Bingyu stood there so quietly, as if standing in a piece of snow.

The flying snowflakes brought a chill and a piercing sharpness, and when they floated on Qin Wentian's body, they were as sharp as a sharp sword, trying to cut Qin Wentian's skin.

"Ji Feixue's Flying Snow Heavenly Sword Technique, I use it, and I am not weaker than him. Lou Bingyu suddenly spoke, still cold, but from her words, Qin Wentian seemed to feel her desire to compete with Ji Feixue.

As one of the Tianjiao in the suppression era, Ji Feixue's status in the Sword Fighting Sect is undoubted, the most dazzling existence in the Tiangang Realm, even if others are excellent, they are still suppressed by Ji Feixue, presumably Lou Bingyu, the disciple of the Meishan Sword Master.

The snowflakes became sharper and sharper, as if they could really cut off the human body, Qin Wentian's blood was rolling, he was wearing armor, the whole demon was unique, his eyes were unruly, staring at Lou Bingyu, and the palm holding Fang Tian's halberd was faintly filled with terrifying star light, and it seemed to have a bright blood color.

At this moment, Qin Wentian felt very cold, and the martial arts will of the Great Perfection fell on his body, even if Qin Wentian's blood was strong and covered with demonic energy, he still couldn't help but feel the bitter cold, and this was very cold and sharp.

"Hum!" A sword roar came, as if hidden in the snowflakes in the sky, shooting towards Qin Wentian, Lou Bingyu's hand was on the sword, as if he was about to draw the sword.

This momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

"Bang!" Qin Wentian strolled out, the sword martial life Tiangang bloomed out, and in an instant, the sword was powerful, as if to interrupt Lou Bingyu's momentum, he stepped out in one step, as if turning into an afterimage, Fang Tian's halberd burst out, stabbing at Lou Bingyu's head.

The sword groaned, Lou Bingyu drew his sword, the cold light of the sword was reflected on Qin Wentian's face, it was so cold, his Fang Tian painting halberd was blocked, hit the hilt of the sword, and the super strength directly shattered the sword, after all, Qin Wentian's halberd contained an attack that fused the will of the martial arts, and the power was extremely strong, but the broken sword turned into a terrifying cold light, and it struck out towards Qin Wentian.

The wind flashed, Qin Wentian turned sideways to retreat, but saw the snowflakes rolling over his body, and the sword qi in front of Lou Bingyu instantly converged into a sword, slashing towards Qin Wentian with a sword, flying snow and snow, and the flying snow in the sky turned into this cold light sword technique that swept everything, as if to cut off this void with one sword.

Lin Xian'er below paid attention to this sword, and when she saw Lou Bingyu's superb swordsmanship, her heart couldn't help but tremble slightly, the cold light of that sword left a white light in the void, how powerful it was.

The star power on Qin Wentian's body swept out, and he raised his hand to strike out with a halberd, it was so natural and casual, as simple as waving his hand, Qin Wentian practiced the halberd thousands of times, his halberd was no different from his hand, and the attack speed was amazingly fast.

"Bang ......" A destructive force erupted, the white light collided with this halberd, turning into a destructive air flow, and there was still white light whistling in the direction of Qin Wentian on both sides, cutting the clothes on his body into a gap, and his body felt cold.

But this was only the beginning of Lou Bingyu's attack, as soon as Qin Wentian caught this blow, he saw Lou Bingyu's figure strolling over, stabbing out without any fancy sword. Her swordsmanship was still so cold, as if the moment her sword stabbed out. It can make people feel the coolness of their bodies, as if they are about to die under her sword.

The frost in the sky turned into a huge plum. This cold plum bloomed in the sword and devoured towards Qin Wentian, beautiful and enchanting.

Qin Wentian's left hand was already brewing a strong attack, and he struck out with one palm, roaring out like a storm and waves, as if thousands of palm prints were overlapping together, making a terrifying loud noise, hitting the middle of Hanmei, and instantly annihilating together. But although the cold plum is withering, the petals are still flying, still so cold and sharp.

In the sky full of ice and snow petals, a little cold light appeared, directly taking Qin Wentian's throat, so fast that Qin Wentian had a feeling that the blood flowing in his throat was frozen.

He seemed to have expected that the other party's sword would come, and Fang Tian's halberd collided with the other party again, and the bodies of the two were shocked back at the same time.

Lou Bingyu stood there. The chill spread out on his body, and in an instant, this space seemed to turn into a world of ice and snow, getting colder and colder.

"You really don't want to give up. Lou Bingyu looked at Qin Wentian and said coldly: "The next sword." Probably really kills you. ”

"If you can kill me, I have no grudges. Qin Wentian was still calm, and Lou Bingyu nodded slightly. Immediately, the sword slashed down, and a random sword seemed to cut out a frosty light. It has the speed of the wind and the tearing power.

Qin Wentian's Fang Tian Painting Halberd disappeared, and there was a terrifying coercion in his palms. He raised his hand and slammed a palm, shattering the swordmanship.

Then, Lou Bingyu's swordsmanship completely bloomed.

Lin Xian'er watched quietly below, Lou Bingyu slashed out with a sword, her sword was cold and elegant, she was so calm, the sword seemed to fly with the frost in the sky, invincible, there was no place where her sword could not reach, looking at her swordsmanship, Lin Xian'er's beautiful eyes actually gave birth to a ray of appreciation, such a beautiful and elegant woman, she should be more dazzling, but under the teaching of the stubborn and extreme old woman of the Meishan Sword Master, will Lou Bingyu's character also go to the extreme?

Qin Wentian also completely erupted, his blood veins roared, the demonic aura was monstrous, his palms slapped out wildly, and there were endless palm prints in the heavens and the earth, leaving traces in the void.

The endless frenzied sword qi and palm prints collided in the void, and Lou Bingyu seemed to dance in the snowflakes and sword light, but at this moment, a roaring sound came, as if it came from nothingness, her expression suddenly changed, her body retreated, and then an invincible terrifying aura bloomed all over her body.

A loud sound came out, and there was a faint burst of axe light on her body, which slashed down with the sword qi on her body, splitting the palm print from nothingness, but it also made her heart tremble, such a void palm print is too powerful, not only powerful in its attack power, but also in its concealment, when it appears, this terrible palm print falls directly towards your head, how terrifying.

"Hum!" Bathed in the light of the axe, Lou Bingyu swung his sword again, the power of the sword technique was even more terrifying, and the attack power increased dramatically, which made Lin Xian'er's beautiful eyes lose his mind for a while, is this a treasure that originally belonged to the Human Emperor, two people of equal proportions, suddenly such a variable happened on Lou Bingyu's body, which was absolutely fatal to Qin Wentian.

Sure enough, Lou Bingyu's sword shattered the palm print that lay in front of him and slashed towards Qin Wentian.

"Boom!" A terrifying drum vibrated out, making the heavens and the earth tremble, Qin Wentian seemed to be surrounded by war drums, his eyes widened, staring at Lou Bingyu, his body was suspended there, and there was a sense of pride in his pupils, as if he would be the only one.

"Knock, knock!" Two consecutive sounds shook between heaven and earth, and then Lou Bingyu felt a power of silence sweeping over, and the frost and snow in the sky danced, and slashed out with her sword, but the moment the sword light slashed out, a palm print that could destroy heaven and earth appeared, suppressed and fell.

Lou Bingyu's body retreated, the sound of dong dong continued, and the palm prints seemed to crush the sky, and there was red blood, staining the sky with frost.

The amazing woman's eyes are still so cold and arrogant, like a proud snow and cold plum, standing in the wind and rain, only death can make her wither, and the bright red blood in the ice and snow adds a bit of tragedy to this proud snow and cold plum!

(To be continued......)