"You want me to save him?"

Miguang's eyes narrowed slightly, but they shone with a scorching light, before he came to this world, he heard the word "spiritual cultivator" from Xiao Dingyan's mouth, and knew that their strength was very strong, but he wanted to know how powerful he was.

Although he had seen Xiao Dingyan's shocking touch on Planet W before, he did not believe that all spiritual cultivators had such terrifying strength, at least in his feelings, this young man in black did not.

Xiao Dingyan nodded with a smile, looking at the black-clothed young man walking slowly, his eyes were calm.

The man in black seemed to notice Xiao Dingyan's gaze, and after a pause, he looked at Xiao Dingyan, a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes, and then quickly calmed down.

The snow is flying, the wind is gradually rising, the flags embroidered with the tea flag, the clothes of the young man in black, and the heat rising from the hot tea all seem to want to escape from this place of right and wrong, escape from the imprisoned shackles.

The wind was strong, the trembling flags stopped, the fluttering clothes stopped, the rising heat stopped, but more accurately it was slower, slower than the speed of the sword.

The glance he had just made him uneasy, but this ordinary-looking old man made him feel that he was not ordinary at all, and the calmness in his eyes that could not appear among ordinary old men made him decide to quickly solve the man in Tsing Yi to avoid another incident.

He drew his sword, and the sword was fast, so fast that the wind seemed to be trying to catch up with it, and the snowflakes that followed it were like an army in white armor, and followed the stormer into the chest of the man in green clothes.

The man's pupils shrank, his face turned pale, and in a panic, he just wanted to get up and run, but it was too late, the speed of the sword was too fast, so fast that the sword was about to pierce his chest as soon as he wanted to get up, so fast that he would die in the blink of an eye.

The cold wind hardened his body and made him feel as desperate as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He clenched his chest tightly, as if praying, as if he had pinned his hopes on something.

The waiting time for death was always long, but at this time, the man in Tsing Yi felt that this time seemed to be too long, so he opened his eyes to see if the Grim Reaper wanted to play this boring joke with him, or the young man in black wanted to tease him and deliberately torture him.

However, when he opened his eyes, he saw that the tip of the sword stopped at the three inches of his chest, and he stared blankly at the tip of the sword that still maintained a murderous aura and glowed with cold light, and then he was sure that it was not the man in black who wanted to tease him, but that the sword could not continue to move forward at all, because he clearly felt that there was a film between his three inches and the gap between the sword, which was invisible to the naked eye!

Although the film is thin, it is like a mountain range between heaven and earth, blocking the torrent of steel with a bare air and unable to take a step forward!

The man in black had a gloomy face, turned his head to look at the handsome young man with clear eyebrows, touched his brows, and looked a little hesitant.

He was a little surprised, a little puzzled, and a little resigned, he had already entered the realm of the Immortal Green Sect, and it was necessary to take a great risk to kill this disciple of the Immortal Green Sect, but if he didn't take the things back, he would not escape the punishment of the master, so he hesitated, and looked at this young man's eyes with more and more disgust.

This young man is Miguang, he actually unfolded the protective shield before the man in black took out the sword, this is not a prediction, but he himself feels that his reaction speed is not as fast as the speed of the sword, so he needs to protect in advance, the result is right, the speed of the sword is really fast, if it is not for the preparation in advance, the man in green clothes would have died.

The thick snow on the roof melted into water, and left along the water on the roof, and condensed into ice picks after the cold wind, which seemed to be indestructible, but it could only succumb to the heat.

Miguang's arm changed to a cannon muzzle at some point, and since the sword was fast, he had to be faster, so he chose to attack strongly, attacking before the black-clothed youth could react.

An incomparably hot beam of flame erupted from the dark hole, and a white mist rose everywhere the beam was alternating between heat and cold, making the otherwise dry air moist for a while.

The man in black's expression was a little dazed and puzzled, and then turned to fear and surprise.

He had never seen such a strange means of combat, from the film at the beginning, to the current beam, it was something he had never heard of or seen.

People always have a natural fear and yearning for the unknown, and the man in black is no exception, but it does not prevent him from fighting.

I saw that his two fingers were folded together and turned into sword fingers, pointing towards the rushing beam, his two fingers were not special, but they were like waving a military flag, ordering the disoriented army to rush forward.

The sword, which was still competing with the film, seemed to have received the sword finger and rushed straight towards the flame beam.

Everything was between the lightning and flint, and the sharp sword and the flame beam slammed together, and the mist rose, and the sharp sword split the flame beam from it, like a raised rock on the vertical mountain wall, breaking the waterfall that flowed down from the top into a fork.

The man in black's face was a little solemn, he clearly felt that there were some signs of melting of the sword, and it was extremely difficult to build each sword, smelting at high temperature, and quenching the body with a heavy hammer. After removing all the debris, the sword created was very hard and extremely resistant to high temperatures, and at this time, it had just come into contact with this beam, and it was already on the verge of melting, which made him have to pay attention.

I saw that there was an invisible force on his sword finger pulling the sword, and as his sword finger rotated in mid-air, like a child drawing circles on drawing paper, the sword rotated at high speed, and the beam was instantly twisted into pieces.

Looking at the beam of light that was twisted into pieces, Miguang didn't have much surprise in his heart, but he felt a little magical, a little curious, why this seemingly ordinary sword could spin like a drill, why the man in black chose to stand on the pile, or he had no choice at all.

In order to verify the idea in his heart, he moved.

With his right foot on the edge of the window, the snow on the eaves was falling, and before he could fall on Miguang's shoulder, he was no more than a foot away from the sword.

Snowflakes fall again.

He crossed the sword.

The snowflakes then fell.

He had already arrived in front of the man in black, and the pitch-black fist dragged the long tail of the flame in the stunned expression of the man in black, and in an instant, two pieces of blood swayed in the air, and the snowflakes finally landed.