"Boy, if you had died obediently just now, the old man might have left you with a whole corpse! But now, the old man will crush your bones and scatter ashes, and you will never be able to live again!"

The black-robed man no longer gave Zhang Yang any chance to speak, and rushed towards Zhang Yang with a roar. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhang Yang reluctantly sat up, looking indifferently at the black-robed man who was getting closer and closer, and at the same time, a mysterious fluctuation permeated his body.

The black-robed man in the distance held his right hand slightly, and the flames on his palm were released, and a large flame hand was condensed in front of him, grabbing towards Zhang Yang.

The fluctuations on Zhang Yang's body are getting stronger and stronger, and a red cloud looms overhead, although Zhang Yang is in this ancient sword forest, the power of the sun can still communicate perfectly, cross the border, and use it for his own use.

Just when Zhang Yang was about to use the sunfall in "Three Swords of the Starry Sky" desperately, a sword roar broke through the air from the side, and before the sword arrived, an astonishing cold air had already hit.

Zhang Yang decisively gave up the operation of the vitality and looked to his left side in surprise.

In the distance, a small white point of light broke through the air, the speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was an ice sword, crystal clear, and the white mist on the sword body lingered, and the cold air was pressing.

The ice sword was silently suspended in front of Zhang Yang's body, like a psychic thing, constantly trembling and humming.

After this change, the black-robed man also suddenly stopped his figure, and solemnly glanced at the ice sword in front of Zhang Yang, and the black-robed man felt a trace of danger from above.

"What kind of person, hide your head and show your tail, get out and die!!"

The black-robed man looked left and right, but didn't find anyone, so he had to shout at the sky.

"Yes, I'd like to see how you can make me die!"

An ethereal voice was far or near, fluctuating, like a magic voice from outside the sky.

Zhang Yang was stunned when he heard this voice, because he seemed to have heard this voice from somewhere.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang's expression moved, and he turned his head to look in the direction where the ice sword was flying just now, where far away, Zhang Yang's spiritual power sensed that a powerful and cold aura was moving rapidly in this direction.

Sure enough, after a while, a white figure appeared in Zhang Yang's eyes, this white figure was holding his hands behind his back, as if he was taking a leisurely walk, but the speed was not slow.

What frightened Zhang Yang the most was that there was a long white line behind the white figure, and when Zhang Yang looked closely, these white lines were formed by the ice where the person in front of him walked.

In this way, the white figure walked in front of Zhang Yang step by step, it was one of the seven people in the Sword Pavilion who entered the Sword Pavilion this time, that is, the handsome young man who recognized the Pavilion Master's voice most mysteriously.

When the handsome young man walked inside, the levitating long sword also moved closer to him, no longer trembling, but the chill on the sword did not diminish in the slightest.

Zhang Yang hurriedly climbed up and saluted the handsome young man with his fists clenched.

"Meet Senior Brother! Thank you Senior Brother for saving me!"

The handsome young man nodded, did not speak, but turned his head to look at the black-robed man.

"Why, since you have already come, why hasn't your Excellency made a move?

Ever since the young man of the Sword Pavilion in front of him walked all the way, the black-robed man had always had a faint pressure, as if the person in front of him was a huge iceberg, which was insurmountable.

The black-robed man's mind kept flashing the powerful martial cultivators in the Sword Pavilion who had a great reputation on the continent, but none of them could be confronted by the people in front of him.

That means that the person in front of him is a genius disciple of the Sword Pavilion who has not yet been born, or a junior who has only been cultivated by the Sword Pavilion in recent years.

"In recent years?"

Suddenly, the black-robed man's expression moved, thinking of the group of people in the Sword Pavilion who had been rumored recently, and then glanced at the handsome young man in front of him, and said with some uncertainty.

"I heard that in recent years, a group of talented young talents have been born in the sword spirit, and they are respected by the martial arts cultivators on the continent as the eighteen sons of the sword spirit, but I don't know which of the eighteen sons of the sword spirit of the sword pavilion you are?"

The handsome young man's face seemed to be an iceberg that would never melt, and even the black-robed man was indifferent when he mentioned the eighteen sons of the sword spirit, and only said three words coldly.

"Ice Lingzi!"

"Ice Lingzi?"

Zhang Yang glanced at the handsome young man in front of him in surprise from behind, but he didn't expect that he was actually one of the eighteen sons of the sword spirit, since Zhang Yang joined the sword spirit, but he has always heard of the various legends and prestige of the eighteen sons of the sword spirit, and he didn't expect to see one of them in person today.

"Bing Lingzi, no wonder, it is worthy of you, but the high-level leaders of your Sword Pavilion are also bold, and they dare to let you enter the Ancient Sword Forest, aren't you afraid that you will never be able to get out again?"

When the black-robed man heard the name of "Ice Lingzi", he nodded slightly, as if he had guessed the answer, but then he smiled coldly, and the tone in his mouth was a little more unkind.

"You don't have to worry about this, but Your Excellency deceived my sword spirit disciple, but you want to give me a sword spirit explanation!"

Bing Lingzi opened his mouth coldly, and the chill on his body was a little heavier, almost substantial.

Letting go of his hands on his back, Bing Lingzi's right hand gently grasped the hilt of the ice sword beside him, and an invisible cold aura emitted like a wave, filling the entire basin.

When this cold air rushed towards him, the black-robed man obviously noticed that the black flame in his hand had suddenly shrunk a little, and he seemed to be extremely afraid of this cold qi.

No longer waiting, the black-robed man decided to strike first, his whole body was full of vitality, and the flame hand in front of him swelled a little, overwhelming, and grabbed Bing Lingzi and Zhang Yang head-on.

"Xuanyan Capture!"

"Ice Storm!"

Bing Lingzi was also not to be outdone, and with a swing of his sword with one hand, a strong white storm formed from the tip of the sword, and after leaving the sword, it turned into a storm dragon ten zhang thick and rushed towards the flame hand.

"Hiss ......"

A hissing sound rang out, and the ice storm turned into a mist under the scorching hands of the flames, but the flames also kept disappearing.

In the end, when the ice storm all turned into mist and dissipated, the black flame hand of the black-robed man was also missing, and the first encounter between the two seemed to be comparable.

Bing Lingzi frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with such a result, his heart moved, and the ice sword in his hand rotated at high speed, and Bing Lingzi held the long sword like that.

With the rotation of the ice sword, the cold wind suddenly rose, forming a wind tunnel in the hands of the ice spirit son, devouring the surrounding heaven and earth vitality, and as soon as these heaven and earth vitality entered this wind cave, they immediately turned into ice.

An astonishing scene appeared, a huge strange beast head slowly stretched out of this wind tunnel, followed by the neck, body, limbs, and the beast tail was still in the wind tunnel, held in the hands of the ice spirit child.

The most bizarre thing is that the whole body of this spirit beast is condensed by cold ice, but it is full of aura, and as soon as it appears, it roars at the black-robed man not far away, and spews out a breath of cold air.

"Ice Demon Beast! It's a pity that there is no beast soul in the end, it's just a façade!"

The black-robed man called out the name of the strange beast, but he disdained it and sneered at it.

Bing Lingzi didn't care, and after all the strange beasts were condensed, the long sword in his hand pointed at the black-robed man.

"Ice Kill!"

The condensed Ice Demon Beast roared in the sky, and then swooped down, biting the black-robed man with its bloody mouth open.