"Snowflake Sword Technique"

Ling Xian'er muttered softly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Weng" The whole space was shaking.

Then, under Ling Tian's incredulous gaze, snowflakes slowly began to fall in the sky. The fluttering white fluffy slowly swept through the sky with a slight coolness, she was as cute as an elf, so unrestrained.

She floated through the entire space, turning the devastated land into a dreamlike and beautiful one. Ling Tian and the others seemed to be stunned for a long time and did not move, and even the mist stopped.

Xian'er picked up the ice crystal sword and swung it, her figure was so dreamy and charming in the elf-like snowflakes on the snow-covered earth.

The black hair is lightly dyed with white crystal snowflakes, the hands of Qianxi Su are clenched and soft, the fragrant wind hits the sky full of stardust shavings, and the well-proportioned little feet step on the snow without traces.

At that moment, Ling Xian'er once again entered a strange artistic conception, she felt the hardness of the ice, the softness of the ice, the coldness of the ice, and the warmth of the ice......

Ling Xian'er didn't know what other people thought of Xuehua, and she didn't want to know. Snowflakes are the most beautiful thing in this world for her, maybe it is also sympathy, Xian'er faintly feels that Xuehua is the same loneliness and indifference as her, she would rather dye the world white, than wander alone, but who accepts her? In the end, she can only dissipate between heaven and earth.

When Ling Xian'er was practicing swords alone in the mountains, her favorite scenery to see was the lovely snowflakes, even if it was only for such a moment, she wanted to remember her.

Especially when she found the alabaster, she was really happy, she felt that the snowflake also found a lonely person like her, and gave her a snowflake that would never melt, and Xian'er also created the snowflake sword out of gratitude, but at that time, Ling Xian'er was only created in an illusion, and could only be used by people in confusion.

Now that it's okay, Ling Xian'er finally created a snowflake with her own strength, how could this not make her feel happy, and she couldn't help but dance.

During this month, Ling Xian'er also tried to use the Snow Flower Sword Technique, but she couldn't achieve it, and every time the sky started to snow, she always felt that something was missing. This time, in this case, she actually succeeded.

As she danced, she faintly felt something, in fact, ice is also a kind of water? Are snowflakes ice? Are snowflakes water?

"Bang" something is broken, Xian'er feels a burst of clarity in her mind, she has liked snow since she was a child, in this time all the perceptions are fused together, directly let Xian'er's snowflake artistic conception reach the second layer, a little higher than the artistic conception of wood, and a small snowflake also appeared in her mind, this is all Xian'er's perception of snowflakes, and even with it, she also comprehended the artistic conception of ice and reached a high price, and you can break through the second layer with a straight kick.

How unfair this is, many people are struggling with the artistic conception and can't enter the door, even if they comprehend the artistic conception, they don't know when they can complete her, let alone say anything higher than the perfection, but Ling Xian'er understands that they are as simple as eating and drinking, a small epiphany, a change of mood has reached a point that ordinary people dare not imagine.

"Weng" is another strange fluctuation. In Ling Tian's feelings, the free snowflakes seemed to have changed somewhat, and they looked even more unpredictable.

That's right, the audacious Ling Xian'er actually integrated other artistic conceptions into the snowflakes, which is simply unbelievable. You must know that even if Zhang Tianyi has been cultivating for a long time, he has only integrated black and white artistic conception into his moves, and as for the fusion of artistic conception, it is impossible to achieve it at all.

And Ling Xian'er had just fused like this, and nothing had gone wrong. If Zhang Tianyi, who is resurrected from the dead, sees it, he is afraid that he will die again.

But Ling Xian'er had already succeeded when she fought against Zhang Tianyi, she imitated the sword of the starry sky, and fused a variety of artistic conceptions together, since she could fight Zhang Tianyi with the six-fold condensation, she also defeated him.

This time, it was just to add those things to each snowflake, so that each of them had the power of that sword. In Ling Xian'er's opinion, there was nothing. But think about it, Ling Xian'er's swordsmanship can be simulated just by looking at it once, and even faintly surpassing, these are nothing in comparison.

At this time, there were more and more snowflakes in the sky, and she covered the entire eyeballs, and it also contained Ling Tian's incomprehensible artistic conception, which was the scorching heat of the artistic conception of fire, the sharpness of the artistic conception of wind, the coldness of the artistic conception of ice, the ethereal artistic conception of clouds, the softness of the artistic conception of water, and the tender green of the artistic conception of wood. Let her hide the assassination machine in the more and more dreams.

When a snowflake containing a variety of artistic conceptions fell on Ling Tian's body, the injuries they suffered recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the devastated earth gradually recovered, after all, it was all a realm of more than one layer, which was an incomparable realm for ordinary people, not to mention that Ling Xian'er had fused multiple artistic conceptions together, all kinds of powers were superimposed on each other, and all the effects were multiplied, and the appearance of this creation-like scene was just the effect of the artistic conception of wood.

And Zhang Tianyi's mist slowly melted in Ling Xian'er's snow.

Ling Xian'er, who was dancing "stepping", stopped, and her delicate little feet stepped lightly on the snow. She glanced at the mist that was gradually melting in the snowflakes but was still struggling, and with a finger of her hand, countless snowflakes surrounded the mist and turned him into a white mass. A pinching of his fist turned him into a snowflake, quite a sick and delicate feeling, I was lonely, so let time sink with me.

The "ding" space shattered, and without giving these people a reaction at all, the whole time became dark.

"Thank you, my new master. ”

............

Madam Ling Tian, who was waiting anxiously outside, suddenly saw that the beam of light that had dyed time white suddenly dimmed.

The sound of "boom" turned into a thin line and disappeared, and then suddenly exploded, as if he was forcibly compressed together, and finally burst out, turning the whole world truly white. I can't see anything clearly, only white in front of me, but it's not dazzling, as if I'm in a hot spring.

When the picture in front of her began to be clear, Madam Ling saw that all those who had been brutally killed had come back to life, they touched their bodies in disbelief and realized the beauty of being alive, and Ling Tian and the others she was thinking about also appeared in the courtyard, as for Ling Xian'er, she fainted. Ling Xian'er, who had just finished cultivating, suddenly used a dragon transformation that exceeded her own strength, her body had long been out of order, and she had difficulty walking, and then she relied on her own perseverance to fight against Zhang Tianyi, who was six levels of condensation, and she was already tired.

She was now lying in the arms of a white-haired girl.

............

But not all of them have been resurrected.

"Ahh ”

Yes, after all, the Ice Crystal Sword was the one who created this world, and since it was Ling Xian'er and her enemy, it was very simple to prevent him from being resurrected.

However, what kind of obstacles will the soulless enemy cause to Ling Xian'er in the future?

No one knows.