Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Endless Sword

"You're out of shape!"

A dissatisfied voice, along with a gust of wind and snow, overflowed Suojia's side.

Fierce winds, bitter snow.

Lang Cang stepped into the ring with his hands behind his back and proudly.

The boy was not tall, and his childish face had a look of pride that was extremely inappropriate for his age.

"Think he," Lang Cang cocked his chin and nodded at Li Bugui on the other side of the ring, and disdainfully reprimanded Suo Jia who was almost in a collapsed state under the ring: "Terrible?!"

Suojia cried and nodded.

He was really frightened by the terrifying momentum on Li Bugui's body.

"Alas!" Lang Cang frowned, and said again like a child: "Then will I kill him?" ”

Suojia nodded.

Immediately shook his head again.

Nod your head: Okay.

Shaking his head and saying: Enough, this person, it seems that you can't slaughter it if you say it's slaughtered!

"You're really out of business!" Lang Cang completely gave up Suojia.

He twisted his neck from side to side, causing a series of "click" sounds from his neck bones.

While doing such a warm-up action, among the wind and snow outside him, sharp ice vertebrae suddenly appeared, like a sharp sword, faintly suspended.

"You-Dorjee, and you-Axia," Lang Cang, surrounded by the Ice Spine Sword, said like a master, "How are you going to die?!"

Li Bugui's face was pale from blood loss, and in the face of the aggressive coercion released by those Ice Peak Sword Clusters, this face seemed to be a little more confused: "Isn't it amazing?!"

"Don't worry, Childe, I can do it too!" Ah Xia, who also determined the three meridians, puffed up his chest in the face of the other party's coercion.

Ah Xia was dedicated to serving the enemy, and he didn't realize the actual ridicule in Li Bugui's words.

"Very good, Ah Xia!" Li Bugui had a smile on his lips, raised his hand to put it on Ah Xia's back, and gave it a light and heavy push: "Go and achieve your fame!" ”

Ah Xia felt that Li Bugui's hand contained a bit of strength, which penetrated directly into his body from his back, and merged with the dantian Xuanjin that he urged.

This bit of strength was mild at first, and then majestic, like a sudden tidal wave in a river.

In this way, the sword shadow condensed by the cold genus Xuan Jin released by Ah Xia was even more endless.

The strength is like a wave, and the sword light is endless.

Ah Xia, who originally planned to fight steadily, first defend the portal, and wait for the opportunity to counterattack again, suddenly doubled his confidence, his body rose vertically, holding the continuous ice blade, and slashed in the air.

Looking at the endless ice blade that started on the horizon and suddenly tore the ground to the sky, and in an instant, it was like an endless ice blade that went straight down from nine heavens, and Lang Cang's palms were suddenly covered with sweat.

The pressure brought by Ah Xia's blow made him suddenly feel stuffy in his chest and difficult to breathe.

He originally thought that even if Ah Xia had set three veins like him, a poor ghost like Ah Xia could not have any knowledge, so in terms of martial arts, Ah Xia would definitely not be able to compare to him.

How could I think of Axia's blow, the momentum is so amazing!

He gritted his teeth and gathered all his strength, and put his hands together.

The ice vertebrae suspended in the wind and snow outside of him gathered together to form a huge sword of icicles.

He held his sword in both hands and raised it over the top to catch the pouring sword.

Thundered......

Swords collide and the sound is endless!

The air waves brought by the vibration swept like a violent wind, and the flagpoles in the ring were all folded at the waist......

Ice cracks and lightning spread across the body of the Ice Peak Greatsword.

Immediately, the giant sword shattered.

Split into smashes.

The broken ice flew like rain, and Lang Cang slowly turned around and walked with difficulty.

His sideburns were scattered, his clothes were torn, like a toddler, he staggered two steps, his eyes looked in a distant direction, and suddenly he shouted mournfully: "Mother——!"

Ah Xia shattered Lang Cang's ice sword with a knife, and wanted to take advantage of the situation to strike again, but listening to Lang Cang's sad cry, his heart softened, and he didn't move again.

However, the knife just now is enough.

A shout was still in his ears, but Lang Cang's people had already thrown down the dust.

"Alas, talent is a bit tricky sometimes!" Xiao Baiye suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Lang Cang.

The talent far beyond his peers has made Lang Cang the focus of the family, and he himself has become too high-eyed and unsightly, but in his bones, he is actually just a child.

The old ferret said: "That's right, talent is a thing, like money, in some people, it is a blessing; For others, it's woe!"

"Anyway, it's just one sentence at a time, being a man, you can't be too wife!" Lang Cang died in the spring fight, and the evil spirit that had accumulated in the heart of the little ferret finally got some relief.

The hypocritical smile on weekdays disappeared from the face of the old fox of Yang Cuo.

He started crying.

He hugged Lang Cang's corpse, beat his chest and wept bitterly, and at the same time let out a vicious curse, cursing Emperor Shakti for being too cruel to their father and son, and cursing the two executioners of Dorjee and Ah Xia for not dying well!

But he forgot that just now, it was he who forced Jaqiong Babu to death with his own hands.

In order to steal the farm permanently, he was also the one who was bent on putting his nephew Dorjee to death.