Dodging the water-condensed ice pick, the chill spreading from the shattered coat.

Standing up and shaking off the frost that was sticking to his clothes, Yan Wuxin looked at the person he had never seen before, and asked out loud, "Who are you?"

It seemed a little surprised that the other party could still react in that situation, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but the man didn't say anything.

Today, many shops closed early, and it was almost night, and there were no people on the streets of Lin'an City, which has a tradition of curfew, and this silence made Xinqiao Street completely quiet.

Seeing that the visitor was silent, Yan Wuxin didn't ask any more. The chill he felt before was not only from the ice pick in the puppet's hand, but also from the killing intent in the other party's heart. This chilling chill made him clearly understand that what the other party wanted was his own life, so there was really nothing to say.

The cold wind blows in the night, and the whistling sound is softly sounded.

Then, the two moved at the same time, and swept away.

[Allure] appeared in front of Yan Wuxin's body, in such a cold night, the firelight lit up, and then the ice and fire met under the night sky, like a red and blue flower blooming quietly at this time.

For Lu, to become the only dead soldier in the Lu family, all he needs to walk is a road full of blood. To stand out from the nineteen, he has done more than just be excellent, but how can he prove that you are better than the other eighteen?

The so-called dead man is naturally the only one, if there are two people who survive, it can only mean that one person's killing intent is not enough, and what the Lu family needs is not such a dead man. So he is the only dead soldier in the Lu family, and after so many battles, he still survived, which shows that he has a lot of killing intent.

This sufficiency was so sufficient that even Lu Xingsheng didn't dare to underestimate it, and being able to make the Taiwei Realm look at it differently showed that he had already achieved the ultimate in the iQue Realm, and even surpassed the extreme that the iQue could do.

Because he was not afraid of death, he never died.

And the killing intent is the chill that Yan Wuxin felt, this is the real cold, cold to the bone.

The ice pick in [Cold]'s hand staggered with the fire sword in [Allure]'s palm, and the ice pick slowly melted in the puppet's hand, and water droplets fell to the ground. The moment the tick sounded, the figure disappeared into the street, along with the puppet.

With a missed blow, the man disappeared completely.

It's just that although the chill around me has faded a lot, the chill in my heart has not subsided. The soul filaments on the fingertips are still connected to the [Allure], and even on the arms of the [Allure], the soul filaments and companion threads have covered the joints of the puppet.

With a tap of his fingertips, with a slight movement of the soul thread, the wrist of [Allure] flexibly controlled the fire sword in his hand, guarding the surroundings. The divine sense had spread, but what surprised Yan Wuxin was that he didn't actually perceive anything on the surrounding streets.

A puzzled look flashed, and at this moment, the figure had suddenly swept out behind Yan Wuxin, and the ice pick in [Leng's] hand was much longer than before. The moment he sensed the position of the puppet, the piercing chill had already come from behind him, cold, really cold.

The icicle had reached Yan Wuxin's back.

It's too late, it's too soon. The soul silk of Yan Wuxin's fingertips trembled rapidly, and the arm of [Allure] showed a strange bend, as if it had come from front to behind, and Yan Wuxin didn't have time to turn around, relying on the position of the ice pick perceived in his divine sense, he waved his hand and the puppet swung his sword, and the fiery red long sword came from in front of him, blocking the ice pick.

Although the ice pick didn't go any further, it made the fire sword retreat a little, and suddenly a scorching smell came, and then the thin coat that Yan Wuxin was wearing was ignited and caught fire.

The soul power in his body came out, and with the breath of the two tricks of the intermediate and middle mansions, the [Allure] exerted his strength to push out the ice pick, and Yan Wuxin also took the opportunity to turn around and throw the burning coat to the ground.

The thin coat slowly burned to ashes under the night sky, and the fire on the clothes faded away.

At the moment when the light disappeared, Yan Wuxin noticed that the figure hidden in the darkness not far in front of him suddenly moved, and the figure finally came to the moonlight, even if he had seen more than one side before, but this time, Yan Wuxin still couldn't remember the appearance of this person, it seemed that it was indeed too ordinary.

However, what Lu needs is this kind of ordinariness, just like he likes to wear black clothes, so that he can hide himself in the dark, as a hunter, all he needs to do is to give the most fatal blow to his prey at the most opportune time.

For example, now is the right time.

Seeing that Yan Wuxin was finally forced to retreat to the pool of water that had been turned into an ice pick earlier, he and his [Cold] moved forward at the same time, and the ice pick in the puppet's hand changed to a stab and slashed, hitting it in the most simple way.

As expected, in the face of the fire sword, the ice pick in [Cold]'s hand was cut in two, and the breaking sound sounded, and the ice pick fell on the green brick. But looking at the ice pick that pierced into the green brick, Yan Wuxin's heart flashed a hint of badness, and then he saw a smile on the corner of the man's mouth.

Without any hesitation, with [Allure], he was ready to retreat. But as his toes tapped lightly on the ground, a cold wrapped around his feet, and his feet were frozen on the ground.

It turned out that the ice pick that had fallen on the ground dissolved in an instant, like the frost on the leaves of a tree on a winter morning, and the white frost spread on the water, and in the blink of an eye, the water on the ground froze.

Soul Array: Cold.

At this time, almost half of the soul power in Lu's body had been consumed, but fortunately, he had achieved the result he wanted.

Through the bright moonlight, at a close look, Lu also had a rare opportunity to see the young man's appearance clearly, different from Yuanwang, the young man seemed to be younger than he imagined, and his face still made people feel a little helpless, it seemed that he was really not old. Vaguely, he seemed to see another person, who he had known many years ago.

I didn't expect to be distracted at this time, maybe I've been a little tired in the past few days.

Fortunately, it's over.

[Cold] still took out the remaining ice pick in his hand, and under his intentional control, the ice pick smashed into Yan Wuxin's body, and the ice pick spread out and turned into a snowflake, and then the cold came from his body more realistically.

Then another ice pick was held in the puppet's hand, and the sharp ice pick shimmered silver in the moonlight. The silver light flashed, and [Cold] held the ice pick and walked forward, and the ice surface of the puppet on the green brick seemed to slide, before he made a move, and the ice pick came to Yan Wuxin's body.

The sharp stabbing came, and the cool breeze blew the hair in front of Yan Wuxin's forehead a little messy, and the ice pick pointed to it was exactly where the snowflakes were. And under the snowflakes, it is the deadliest place.

In the blink of an eye, Lu could almost imagine the blood blooming under the pale cyan cloth, but the bright red did not come as expected, and he did not smell the familiar fishy smell.

The silver light stopped abruptly, and the red-blue light bloomed again.

Clearer than night, quieter than the streets, lighter than snowflakes.

One end of the red-blue light was an ice slag that instantly turned into shards, and the other end was a flash of light, which was strong enough to be generated by the ice, but it was not big enough, at least it could not resist the force hidden in the sleeve.

If it is said that it is a late strike, this should also be the best time, but this is for Yan Wuxin.

As a result, the ice slag fell, making a louder sound than dripping. And looking at the red light that almost flashed, Lu rubbed his head, sure enough, troublesome, he should have eaten more bowls of noodles today, he thought so.

But it's okay.

Controlling the puppet, Lu's footsteps also stepped on the ice, and then [Cold] lowered his palm, like a breeze caressing, to the ice.

Suddenly, ice picks rose from the ground.

Soul Array: Coldland.