Seeing the tornado carrying the ice blade to bombard the ice sculpture, several people in the qi wall were about to jump out of their throats, this should be the time when Lu Ziming was the weakest, but he couldn't do anything, he could only watch the ice blade shoot towards the ice sculpture like a bullet, subconsciously closed his eyes, and prayed that Lu Ziming could survive this hurdle.

"Boom!"

"Click!"

Countless ice blades hit the ice sculpture, and in the blink of an eye, the crystal ice sculpture was peeled off layer by layer, and the entire ice sculpture was swayed by the tornado, like a boat drowning in the monstrous waves at any time.

"There's no hope, there's really no hope!"

Although I don't want to admit it, the facts are in front of me, and there is no room for the slightest doubt.

"It's really over like this", the black tiger was unwilling.

"I hope Brother Liu can survive", whether it is good feeling or gratitude, Luo Lan sent the hope in his heart that Lu Ziming can survive and see Lu Ziming again.

"Let's finish!" Bing Feng pointed at it, and a one-foot-long ice pick appeared in the qi wall, stabbing straight into the chest of Lu Ziming, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The ice pick pierced the air, like a whistling cannonball smashing into Lu Ziming, even if he usually saw this ice pick, he would take the initiative to dodge, but now Lu Ziming was motionless, as if he had not woken up from the ice.

"Heart!"

"Get out of the way!"

It's too late, the speed of the icicle is too fast, and in the blink of an eye, the sharp icicle has already touched Lu Ziming's chest, as long as he advances one more inch, he will completely disappear in the life and death training ground.

The qi wall seemed to suddenly be quiet, and the ice pick hovered less than a centimeter on Lu Ziming's chest, and time seemed to be slowing down at this time, making people feel like they were spending their days like years.

This is of course an illusion, and different references will give different illusions, like sitting in a train, feeling the scenery outside the window running backwards, and unconsciously taking yourself as a reference.

If the distance between the icicle is taken as a reference at the speed at which the ice pick is ejected, time has the illusion of stagnation, and the subconscious assumes that the speed of the icicle is constant, and the time section is infinitely elongated.

I saw the ice blade wreaking havoc around the ice sculpture, but found that the ice pick was suspended in the void ◎∽◎∽◎∽◎∽◎, m.+.c↗om, the movement and stillness are so weird, it makes people feel like a dream mirror.

"This ...... It's ......!"

Luo Lan didn't think that this was Bingfeng's sudden discovery of conscience at the last moment, and he changed his past wrongs and abandoned the darkness to the light, so there was only one explanation, and the ice pick was controlled by an invisible force.

Ice Peak's hard-working control icicle, as long as he moves forward one more inch, this damn cockroach will be cleaned out of this world.

"How can this be", a gust of wind could feel that the icicle was being controlled by an even greater force, this force was not Luo Lan, not the black tiger, not the lone wolf, but the young man in the ice sculpture.

"No", suddenly, Bingfeng seemed to have been hit hard by something, a mouthful of blood spurted out, staggered to his knees on the ground, his face became pale, his trembling arms supported the ground, and he stubbornly raised his head to look at the ice sculpture that made him feel flustered: "Impossible, how can he have such strong strength."

A gust of wind can't be felt, but Bingfeng can personally experience that when the ice pick is about to touch Lu Ziming's body, a huge energy blocks the progress of the ice pick, and it is really this power that makes his blood flow backwards and his blood is chaotic.

Bing Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of shock and puzzlement, "His energy is so strong, ...... quickly!"

Bingfeng's words were not finished, the ice sculpture suddenly scattered and exploded from the inside, and a figure slowly stood up, with indifferent eyes, a slashed face, and black hair fluttering against the wind, just a look, which made a gust of wind and Bingfeng fall into the abyss of fear.

"Brother Liu, it's really not dead!"

"What a powerful breath! How is that possible?"

A gust of wind's pupils contracted suddenly, his face was full of shock, and a palpitating feeling welled up in his heart, and his body swept backwards.

"I want to escape, leave me ......", Lu Ziming's hand was raised, and it fell down suddenly, and a huge palm suddenly appeared on the head of Bingfeng with a gust of wind.

"Strength hand, don't ......!"

As soon as Bing Feng struggled to support his body, he suddenly felt a coercion falling from the sky, and saw an invisible palm appear above his head, stirring the air and distorting his vision, and the huge coercion made people's hearts tremble.

"No!"

As soon as a gust of wind turned around, a huge coercion slapped on the body, this invisible force directly acted on the qi and blood in the body, and in an instant, the qi and blood flowed backwards and the qi veins were chaotic, like a wanton flood rampaging through the body, and the veins all over the body were displaced, "Poof!" A mouthful of sweet blood spurted out, and his feet were limp on the ground.

Bing Feng endured the severe pain all over his body, stood up staggeringly, and said with a miserable smile on his pale face: "I didn't expect that you would hide such a strong strength, and if you lose in your hands, you won't lose!"

"If you don't hide your strength, how do you know that I will hide my strength. ”

"It's us who underestimated you, what do you want?"

Lu Ziming looked down at Luo Lan, Black Tiger and Lone Wolf, the surrounding qi walls had disappeared, the blizzard and the ice blade were gone, and the three of them were also sitting on the ground weakly, accelerating their energy recovery.

"What about you?"

"Haha! The winner is king, the loser is Kou, the skills are not as good as others, you take out the things, let us go!"

"Really?" Lu Ziming smiled playfully, "What do you think?"

Bingfeng was startled, and his figure exploded backwards, "You will regret being the enemy of the Military Commission."

"I will really regret leaving you", the short sword in his hand was waved in vain, and a sword qi tore through the air, tearing a deep ravine in the ground, and stabbing straight towards the ice peak.

Bing Feng gritted his teeth and danced the Pu Dao in his hand, the air around him quickly condensed, forming a huge ice blade in front of the Pu Dao superimposed on each other, "Bang!" The ice blade and the sword qi met in the air, and the huge ice blade was shattered by the sword qi.

The sword qi swept towards the ice peak unstoppably, "Ice Shield", and the ice peak quickly condensed a crystal ice shield in front of him.

"Broken!"

The sword qi passed through the ice shield, Bing Feng's face was dead ash, a trace of despair flashed in his eyes, and he laughed wildly and pressed the button of the light brain on his arm: "Wait, we will see you again."

With the bright light through which the sword qi passed, Bing Feng's figure disappeared into the void, and at the last moment, Bing Feng was allowed to escape.

"Escaped!" I didn't expect Bingfeng to be so desperate at the last moment, Lu Ziming didn't have a trace of remorse, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed a gust of wind that was about to slip away.

It is difficult for a strong hand to kill a strong person like Bingfeng, and it is precisely because of this that Bingfeng has a chance to escape from his hands.

(This involves a simple concept of the flow rate of time, and physicists believe that the most obvious evidence of the phenomenon of different flow rates in time is the edge of a black hole.) ）