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Zhang Yang stretched out his hand to take some ice chips in his hand, and the joy on his face could no longer be hidden.

"Senior Brother meets Senior Brother Bing Lingzi!"

Zhang Yang suddenly clenched his fist into the air and said loudly.

"Senior brother, I haven't seen you for a while, I can't imagine that my strength is so strong now, your growth rate is a little embarrassing for my senior brother......"

It's the same cold voice, but there is a bit of trust and kindness in this voice.

The ice chips in the sky are getting bigger and bigger, and snowflakes mixed with ice crystals have begun to fly.

"Whew!!!!!"

The entire Sword Palace was filled with the sound of swords, and people seemed to be in the middle of the sword pool, surrounded by swords!

"Haha, senior brother is a good method! This is the name of the Sword Palace here!Otherwise, how can a place with no sword intent, let alone a sword, be called the Sword Palace......" The eldest grandson obviously admired Bing Lingzi very much between his words, and every movement of Bing Lingzi could provoke him to scream excitedly.

"Hoo ......"

The wind rose, stirring up ice chips to cover people's eyes.

"Huh!"

Zhang Yang only felt a flower in front of him, and there was already an arrogant white figure standing in front of him.

"Senior brother!" Zhang Yang saluted respectfully again,

Bing Lingzi nodded at Zhang Yang and Changsun Mingming and other sword spirit disciples and others, and slowly turned around, his face calm at the many black-robed people lined up in turn.

"Who the hell are you, although you haven't been cultivating martial arts for a long time, you have also walked on the mainland for a while, and the general forces are still a little heard of below. But you ......," Ice Lingzi shook his head. "I've never seen it, and it doesn't seem like the secret magic you're cultivating is the right way!"

Bing Lingzi glanced at the face of the black-robed man who was seriously injured by Zhang Yang, and the black lines on it were full of evil smell on every road.

The black-robed people were collectively silent, and no one answered Bing Lingzi's words, only two people walked out of the team and carried back the seriously injured black-robed man lying on the ground.

Bing Lingzi frowned, and once again raised his foot and stepped forward.

With Ice Lingzi's step, the supreme sword intent whistling in the entire Sword Palace suddenly found an exit, and all rushed in the direction of the black-robed man.

Bing Lingzi can become one of the "Eighteen Sons of Sword Spirit", his own strength is terrifying, and these sword intents are a fusion of his perception and understanding of the way of sword since his martial arts. With this sky-high sword intent alone, Bing Lingzi alone could overwhelm dozens of martial cultivators of the same rank.

This is also why when Bing Lingzi just released the sword intent, the martial cultivators present, including Zhang Yang, felt a faint pressure, and this was not because it was deliberately aimed at these people. And now, Bing Lingzi is angry, and the sword intent goes first!

In the face of Bing Lingzi's sword intent, those black-robed people didn't dare to be careless, and five people in the team stepped forward at the same time, and shot out in unison, pointing at the sky.

A little black star began to flicker on the fingers of the five people, getting bigger and bigger, and finally a black pillar of light rushed out from the five fingers, and the pillar of light converged at one point, and then slowly unfolded to form a huge black light curtain.

"Boom!Boom......"

It was as if countless swords flew in unison, crashing into the black light curtain, and the light curtain flashed wildly, and the black light on it flickered and flickered.

"Hold on!"

A black-robed man roared wildly, and the remaining hand pointed out again, and a black pillar of light also hit the light curtain. The same was true for the others, ten pillars of black light supporting the light curtain, resisting the impact of Ice Spirit's sword intent.

Bing Lingzi put his hands behind his back, looked at the scene in front of him lightly, and suddenly got up again and took a step forward.

A chilling aura that could almost freeze the soul emanated from his body, and the space in front of the ice spirit son seemed to be frozen, white and white!

"It's so cold!" Eldest Sun Mingming suddenly shuddered, pulled Zhang Yang back a few steps, and left Bing Lingzi's side far away.

"Click, click, click......"

As the cold air emitted by the Ice Spirit Son joined the battle, the black light curtain began to fall downwind, and a freezing sound came out of the light curtain.

"Oh no! What kind of cold is this?" the black-robed men changed color in unison, "Come and help us!"

Five more black-robed men behind him stepped forward and began to inject power into the light curtain.

But it was too late, and the black light curtain shattered piece by piece under the double attack of Bing Lingzi's own sword intent and cold qi, and the sword intent poured down from the sky.

"Let's shoot together!" all the remaining black-robed people roared, and each of them used their magic powers to shoot high in the air ahead.

"Boom ......"

The earth shook and the mountains shook, and the chaotic vitality rushed in all directions like a hurricane, and I don't know how many rocks were smashed and how many trees were broken.

Bing Lingzi was still standing quietly in the middle of the storm, and when the chaotic vitality rushed towards him, he was led to both sides by an invisible energy.

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

After a while, everything returned to calm, and Bing Lingzi in the field faced the twenty black-robed people with an indifferent face, and the sideburns at the corners of his clothes swayed in the wind, as if he was a peerless master.

And those black-robed people had a somewhat solemn face, and they already regarded Bing Lingzi as the biggest opponent in this Sword Palace, and one of them spoke in a low voice.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

"Sword Pavilion, Sword Spirit, Ice Spirit!" Ice Spirits reported his name word by word.

There was a commotion among the black-robed people, and after a while, the black-robed man just now confirmed to Bing Lingzi.

"But the Ice Spirit Son, who is known as the 'Eighteen Sons of the Sword Spirit' among the Sword Spirits?"

Bing Lingzi looked at him quietly, without the slightest fluctuation on his face that had not changed for ten thousand years, and only nodded.

"I'm just the youngest of the 'Eighteen Sons of Sword Spirit'! I don't mean the 'Eighteen Sons of Sword Spirit'!"

"If it's really you!Sword Pavilion is so generous, you actually dare to let the most elite figure in the Sword Spirit come to explore this Sword Palace, and you are not afraid of losing a talent like you in vain!" After the black-robed man heard Bing Lingzi's admission, his heart was also vigilant, and at the same time, his face was full of unkindness!

"Hmph! It's not your turn to intervene in the affairs of the Sword Pavilion! I've answered so many of your questions, do you want to answer me one question too? Where did you guys come from?" Bing Lingzi raised his eyebrows, and the cold qi on his body suddenly increased by three points, and the whole person's evil qi increased dramatically.

"Quack......" the black-robed man chuckled in a low voice, "you don't need to know where we came from, because for a dying man, what difference is there between knowing and not knowing......"

Bing Lingzi glanced back at Zhang Yang, and then swept over the juniors and disciples of the Sword Spirit in turn. Turning his head, he flipped his hand, and an ice sword appeared in his hand.

"Very well, I will also pass on the same words to you! Those who are about to die, don't covet any divine treasures......"