In the Mu Yuan world, the exercises are based on the seven phases of the green dragon. Although the other exercises have their own abilities, they are not orthodox. For example, the Flying Dragon's Wind Slash Knife is also quite powerful, and before Du Lengqiu practiced the Qinglong Divine Will, he suppressed the entire Red Pole Battalion.

However, the upper limit of these exercises is low, and there is little room for upside. From this point of view, it is far inferior to the Seven Phases of the Green Dragon. But this guy in front of me is different.

This guy's frost kung fu is excellent, and it is by no means comparable to a mere wind slasher.

The two sides were getting closer and closer, and Du Lengqiu had already seen it clearly, and the person who came was dressed in black, and shouted: "Who is coming?"

"North Underworld!"

Du Lengqiu was pleasantly surprised at first, but he could be regarded as meeting a person with a normal name, which can be regarded as a middle name. Then he sighed again.

The name is good, and it's cool to be dressed in black, but with green hair, it doesn't match anything.

The North Underworld, the northernmost in the world, the coldest to the cold sea.

Beiming's face was pale, the kind of dead gray white. He was also a normal person when he was a child, but when he was a teenager, a nameless cold suddenly erupted in his body.

The cold air instantly froze his parents to death, and then he was regarded as an alien by the clansmen, and he was insulted and teased in every way. After he was finally able to control the cold, he cooperated with the cold qi to create and practice a sword technique that had no name, but was extremely ruthless.

Later, with the help of a sharpened wooden stick, he used his sword technique to open the killing ring in his camp. In one day, the blood flowed like a river.

Therefore, he was also thrown into the Empty Xuan Realm by the Remnant Moon Army.

Here, Beiming's research on its own cold air is more in-depth. Its extremely cold aura can also interfere with people's souls to a certain extent. The weak-willed can easily induce illusions for the cold air.

With swordsmanship, illusion, and cold air, Beiming lived very comfortably in the Void Realm, and even a little happy. Here, no one will see him as an outlier.

Everyone who was hostile to him became a ghost under his sword.

As for food, there has never been a shortage of food in the North Underworld. From time to time, he would pick up some boxes made of bamboo strips on the road, and when he opened them, there were cool bamboo dew and sweet pastries, which were ten million times better than his life in the camp.

Du Lengqiu looked at Bei Ming vigilantly.

This guy is the type to mess with at first glance. Bei Ming carried a sword in his hand, without a scabbard, and the body of the sword was dark blue, like the color of the deep sea.

The sword was also found in a bamboo crate.

If Du Lengqiu knew all this, he would definitely shout, isn't this special treasure chest?

This old monster is too good at playing.

Beiming didn't know what games or anything like that, he only knew one thing, kill everyone he saw.

When he saw Du Lengqiu, he was already full of murderous intent.

But he knew that the stick had the advantage of the long, and he needed to close the distance between them, so that he could tell his enemies his name.

"But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if the dead know my name. Thinking like this, when the distance was only ten meters, Bei Ming raised his eyebrows, snorted coldly, and advanced his sword.

Du Lengqiu was startled, slid back, and the crimson long stick shook and smashed into the sword body.

However, the cold air swirled up along the long stick, making Du Lengqiu's wrist so hard that he couldn't hold the long stick and fell to the ground with his hands.

Beiming was unforgiving, and after a sword shook Du Lengqiu's wooden stick, he advanced and stabbed straight with his sword. When Bei Ming's progress out of the sword, his body bowed slightly, and he walked with arrows under his feet, and the dark blue long sword shook lightly with his wrist, and the blue waves rose and fell like waves, making it impossible to see where his sword was going to stab.

With this progressive sword, Beiming's wrists, arms, shoulders, back, waist, and legs moved with the ups and downs of the sword, and the person seemed to be driven by the sword, and with the ups and downs of the sword light like electricity.

In an instant, the three treasures of the spirit and spirit merged with the sword, and the human sword was as one. Just this sword shows the profound swordsmanship of the Northern Underworld.

There is no famous teacher to teach him, but he is a natural swordsman, and he is even more powerful than those swordsmen who have practiced swords for decades. Just saying this, it is not a fluke that Bei Ying can live happily in the Empty Xuan Realm.

Du Lengqiu's body is not flesh and blood, and it is not a problem to resist one or two sword slashes. But the cold air on the body of the Northern Stygian Sword was pressing, and before it reached the body, white frost had formed on Du Lengqiu's eyebrows. If this terrible cold really enters the body, I don't know what kind of damage it will cause.

Du Lengqiu used the dragon to swim in all directions, and his body was like electricity to retreat, and while retreating, Du Lengqiu had already grasped the handle of the knife. However, the dark blue long sword in Beiming's hand knew at a glance that it was extraordinary, and it was really hard to say whether the steel knife on Du Lengqiu's back could resist it.

And when Du Lengqiu retreated, Beiming did not lose his swordsmanship, but with a flash of inspiration in his heart, he unleashed a blow that was almost like an imperial sword, and he was not confused by the change in Du Lengqiu's body shape at all, a sword light chased after him, but the sword momentum was not declining but flourishing.

At this moment, the momentum of the Northern Darkness has accumulated to its peak, and there is a killing machine between the eyebrows.

The combination of killing and cold is even more terrifying. If you change to someone else's battle, I'm afraid that I will be afraid at this time, and I won't be able to exert fifty percent of my strength.

But Du Lengqiu was different, he shouted, and the long knife suddenly came out of its sheath and was cut off on the head.

Wind Slash.

Du Lengqiu has been practicing knives for more than ten days, although this knife is as far as the world from Shu Hongsleeve, it is already quite good. The sword of the Northern Darkness can certainly pierce Du Lengqiu's heart.

But this knife is within reach, and it will inevitably cut his head in half.

This is Du Lengqiu's advantage, he is really not afraid of death. I can't die anyway, I can't do it.

Beiming was really fooled, although he was extremely murderous, he was not an idiot, his head was cut into two pieces, and he couldn't survive. To be alive is the instinct of life, and Beiming is no exception.

Beiming raised his sword and flirted with each other, and the swords met.

There was a soft snort.

The long knife in Du Lengqiu's palm was actually cut off by a sword. The long sword was endless, quietly smearing towards Du Lengqiu's throat. It's so sharp, it's called a divine sword.

Du Lengqiu scolded in his heart, this is simply cheating.

He practiced the sword technique for more than ten days, yes, don't laugh, he also practiced hard for more than ten days. Before the knife technique could be used, the long knife had already turned into a broken knife.

He is not a knife breaker, with a broken knife he turned the tables against the wind, movies can act like that, but not in real life. He once again used the Dragon Swim Eight Directions Technique and retreated sharply.

Dragons can be big and small, but they can't keep retreating.

It was a lizard, not a real dragon, that kept flinching. Du Lengqiu retreated twice in a row and couldn't retreat anymore, and he felt that he had already had a trace of stagnation when he used the dragon to travel in all directions.

A kind of realization rose in his heart, the dragon tour is not an escape exercise, if it is used to retreat again, he is afraid that he will be eaten on the spot and die under the sword of the Northern Underworld.

A wave of anger rose in Du Lengqiu's heart.

As one of the four spirits of heaven and earth, how can the green dragon be a waste that dodges everywhere. Du Lengqiu immediately threw away the broken sword, his figure flashed, and he rushed into the sword tide of the Northern Underworld.