The Drift Ice Demon Body can't always defend itself, and if it turns into an ice spike, it can't turn into an ice armor. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But in the face of Xiao Bai's big knife that didn't even take the scabbard, Lang Yue simply didn't take it to heart, he just raised his left hand at will to block Xiao Bai's black knife that looked powerless, and continued to attack Xiang Long Yangbo with his right hand.

The ice spike pierced the flesh of Long Yangbo's clothes, and the blood spread out on his chest, but it didn't have a chance to continue piercing, because Lang Yue had been smashed into the sand by the black knife held by Xiao Bai's hands, and even his head was covered by the sand.

This unexpected situation made Long Yangbo directly stunned, he couldn't believe that he could still escape death, and suddenly Xiao Bai pulled up and escaped more than ten meters.

", Xiao Bai, you also have such a treasure knife, why didn't you use it earlier! Ouch, it hurts!" Because everything happened just now, Long Yangbo felt the pain of being punctured in his chest at this time.

"You go quickly!" Xiao Bai glanced at the not serious injury on Long Yangbo's chest.

Long Yangbo clutched his chest and shouted, "What are you going to do, cut him, Xiao Bai, hey, where is your treasure knife, how can you put it away!"

Xiao Bai rolled his eyes, this guy is too second, didn't he see that he had just swung the knife with a lot of effort? And now that Xiao Bai is not swinging the knife fast, the other party is on guard, how can he still be hit?

At this time, the sand suddenly burst open, and Lang Yue, who was smashed into the soil by Xiao Bai's knife, jumped out again, spit out a big mouthful of sand, his body was full of sand, his forehead was broken, and he was smashed out of blood by Xiao Bai's big knife.

The three of them exerted their strength for a long time, and finally let each other see blood, but Xiao Bai did not have the slightest excitement, you must know that the black knife is as heavy as a mountain, and if it is hit like this, I am afraid that a Jiupin Martial artist will have to be smashed into pulp, but Lang Yue only broke his forehead a little, which shows how strong his strength is.

"Dare to yin me, look for death!" In a fit of rage, Lang Yue burst into heat towards the two, causing smoothies to fly behind them.

"Xiao Bai, cut him with a knife!" Long Yangbo shouted anxiously.

"What's the use, go!"

Xiao Bai knew that in such a state, Long Yangbo was afraid that he would die if he was hit by Lang Yue, so in a hurry, he directly grabbed his arm and threw him out from afar.

Long Yangbo Demon Xuan Qi was all lost, and there was no room for struggle at all, so Xiao Bai flew more than twenty meters away, he barely turned into a green phoenix form to avoid being fallen, and at the same time realized that Xiao Bai's knife didn't seem to be so useful, and flapped his wings and shouted: "Xiao Bai......!

On that side, Lin Qingyu and Xiao Bai stood side by side, completely ignoring Long Yangbo, who was about to make a big noise, looking at Lang Yue, who was rushing in anger, how dare he pick up his sharpness, and hurriedly retreated.

Suddenly, the surrounding sandstorm protruded, and Langyue, who was still rushing forward, was directly blown out by the sandstorm and fell to the ground, if he hadn't reacted quickly, he immediately got up and connected to the earth, and it was not impossible to be blown up to the sky directly by the sandstorm.

Xiao Lin and the others didn't expect this sandstorm to come so quickly, they were overjoyed, Xiao Bai hurriedly took a vertical step, blocking the direction of the sandstorm, and the burly figure blocked most of the wind and sand for Lin Qingyu.

Even though he had only moved a step away, there were still several blood marks on his body that had been scraped by the sandstorm.

Lin Qingyu looked at Xiao Bai who was shielding himself from the wind again with complicated eyes, and was grateful in his heart.

Because the wind and sand were too strong, the two were still unable to communicate verbally, Xiao Bai was still hesitating to continue writing in Lin Qingyu's palm, and the latter had taken the initiative to take his hand and wrote: "It's not a moment since the last sandstorm, right?"

Lin Qingyu's little hands were gentle and smooth, and the touch of his fingertips made Xiao Bai's heart ripple again, and after Lin Qingyu finished writing, he took the initiative to spread out the soft wattles, waiting for Xiao Bai's "answer", and the slender jade fingers were put together, like a perfect work of art.

Xiao Bai wrote while running the method of refining the body, absorbing the wind attribute aura: "No, it should only be half a moment." After Xiao Bai finished writing, he also learned from Lin Qingyu to take the initiative to spread out his palms.

Lin Qingyu seemed to find the way the two communicate interestingly, and couldn't help but smile, held his gentle palm, and continued: "It seems that the interval between sandstorms has accelerated, which is beneficial to us. Lin Qingyu paused, as if pondering, and wrote: "Just now you attacked him, and that person encountered sandstorms one after another, he must be angry in his heart, and when the sandstorm is over, he will definitely attack us in a frenzy, and it will be unfavorable to us directly, so as soon as the sandstorm is over, I will first use the 'Static Fog Technique' to conceal our figures, and delay the time first." As the writing of the two became more and more normalized, the unnatural shyness on Lin Qingyu's previous face disappeared, and a pair of beautiful eyes became more and more shining.

And Xiao Bai still enjoyed Lin Qingyu's gentle fingertip touch, and his heartbeat was still beating rapidly, but he didn't have the feeling of rippling his heart before.

This is not to say that both of them have lost their affection for each other, but that their relationship has taken a step further and become familiar and intimate.

Lin Qingyu originally wanted to explain what the "Resting Mist Technique" was, so that Xiao Bai could better cooperate, but Xiao Bai had already written: "I understand the principle of the Resting Mist Technique, wait for you to use it, I will hold my breath to cooperate." Xiao Bai has mastered the cultivation techniques of all the clans in the world, so he knows very well that the "Resting Mist Technique" is a kind of concealment spell of the Yu Clan, after using it, the caster will dissolve in the white mist along with others, as long as he holds his breath, this state of incarnation into the mist will continue, so that the enemy cannot touch it, even if he waits for the moon to attack all the space shrouded in the white mist, he will not be able to attack the two of them.

However, there is a disadvantage of the resting fog technique, that is, people who are dissolved in the fog are absolutely unable to exchange any breath with the outside world, for example, the warrior is in the water, and can also absorb the oxygen in the water through the pores of the skin, but in a resting state, he can only rely on the pure qi in the body to help breathe, so the consumption of clear qi will increase.

Xiao Bai didn't rely on the cultivation of the Yu Clan, and it didn't matter if the Qing Qi was exhausted, but for Lin Qingyu, using the Resting Mist Technique would reduce the amount of Clear Qi she had, and in the end, she would no longer be able to use powerful spells such as the "Immortal Feather Clone Technique", or the number of times she could use it would be reduced to one.

But it would be nice to let the two of them delay time without getting hurt.

From beginning to end, Lin Qingyu didn't ask Xiao Bai why he was able to defeat Langyue after cultivating the Pure Wind Martial Body.

This feeling of being trusted unconditionally made Xiao Bai feel very comfortable.

Subsequently, neither of them wrote and communicated, Xiao Bai closed his eyes and began to concentrate on continuing to refine his body, although the sandstorm torn on his body still brought pain, but he had long been injured, and the pure wind martial body was constantly increasing.

In the wind and sand, Lin Qingyu looked at the black-clothed young man standing with his head held high, under his protection, she suffered very little damage, and she could easily resist it with a pure thunder martial body. Lin Qingyu no longer felt pain, anyway, he felt unprecedented peace and warmth.

But Lin Qingyu knew that this feeling was short-lived, and it might not happen again in the future, she and Xiao Bai were not the same kind of people.

A ray of sadness flashed in Lin Qingyu's clear eyes.

When the third sandstorm was about to pass, Xiao Bai was still concentrating on refining his body.

Lin Qingyu had put his hands together in front of his chest, and his slender ten fingers were twisted and intertwined, and they began to change rapidly, forming complex and strange handprints.

The most important thing in the casting of the Yu Clan's spells is to rely on the combination and superposition of different handprints.

Of course, if a certain spell has a high degree of proficiency, you can save the handprint, and you can cast it with a single thought, such as Lin Qingyu's "Immortal Feather Clone Technique" as a housekeeper spell, but the "Resting Mist Technique" does not have such a high degree of proficiency.

Lin Qingyu's slender jade fingers kept jumping and changing in front of his chest, dazzling, combining into a strange posture, and every time the handprint changed, it could vibrate into a clear qi fluctuation, and it became bigger and bigger.

Lin Qingyu was smart, she knew that as soon as the sandstorm ended, Langyue would definitely burst out and attack them, and the anger of Rongyue must be quite terrifying, so she needed to use the Calm Mist Technique the moment the sandstorm ended.

This time must be calculated precisely, if it is launched too early, pulling Xiao Bai into the mist that blocks all the aura, Xiao Bai will not be able to absorb the aura and continue to refine the body.

If it's too late, then the two of them may not have time to hide in the fog, and they will be attacked by Langyue.

So in the long wind and sand, Lin Qingyu closed her eyes, entered her high-level selfless Dao heart, and began to count down the remaining handprints in her heart.

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Lang Yue, who was in the wind and sand, was very angry, in fact, his forehead was broken and bleeding a little, which was not an injury at all, but he was smashed into the soil with a knife, and he ate a large mouthful of sand, which was too embarrassing.

Later, he suddenly encountered an early sandstorm, and Lang Yue had nowhere to vent his anger, so that it accumulated more and more, like a train ready to explode.

When the sandstorm was over, he decided to kill the two of them in an instant to end the cat-and-mouse game.

With his strength and speed, there was no way for the two of them to escape.

As the sandstorm drew to a close, the demonic breath surged on Lang Yue's body, countless cold ice energy in his body gathered towards his arms, and a slender blue ice spike emerged from the tip of Lang Yue's fist.

The ice spikes were a meter long, and the cold air on them drifted away, and as soon as the surrounding wind and sand approached, they suddenly solidified into fine Xiaoice crystals, falling like snow, and they couldn't touch the ice spikes at all.

Lang Yue knew very well that under the power of this ice thorn, Xiao Lin and the others were useless in any means of defense, and now that the two were standing relatively closely, one ice spike was enough to kill both of them at the same time.

Through the powerful wind and sand, Lang Yue stared viciously at the figures of the two looming in the wind and sand, and he suddenly found that Lin Qingyu's hands were gathered in front of his chest and kept trembling and changing.

"Yu clan spell?" Lang Yue narrowed his eyes slightly, although he didn't know what spell Lin Qingyu was going to use, but at this moment, it was close to the end of the sandstorm, and this spell was definitely going to defend himself.

But Lane Moon didn't care, he didn't believe that any spell could defend against his ice spikes.

The wind and sand suddenly stopped, and the angry Moon burst out, stabbing at the two of them, his speed was as fast as lightning, and the speed of approaching the two was only an instant.

Seeing that the spikes touched Xiao Bai's back, suddenly, the two turned into a cloud of white mist, and Langyue rushed into the mist's package.