The blue enchantment gradually became transparent, the figures inside and outside the realm gradually blurred, and the sense of vision and hearing gradually narrowed, and Bing Ji, who was familiar with the Nine Cold Gates, immediately knew that the test of the Nine Cold Gates had begun......

The wind moved, and the hair in front of Lan Zhanxuan's forehead moved slightly, revealing an extraordinarily pale cheek, and he had long since lost the sly smile that he had when he pushed Yihan into the enchantment, and replaced it with a very solemn and serious expression.

Bing Ji was silent and puzzled, wasn't it Lan Ranxuan's idea to send this white-clothed young man to the Nine Cold Gate, so why was he uneasy. "Worried? Nine deaths, knowing this, why?"

"Nine deaths?" Lan Zhanxuan muttered, then shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed, remembering some of the fragmented pictures he had seen on the crystal ball not long ago, all of which were paved with blood, ice fields and fire, and the depths of the seabed...... The bloody sword is broken, and the white clothes are gone...... "To be precise, her record of survival is about the same as the chance that it will no longer snow in the Frozen City. ”

The snow in the Frozen City has lasted for hundreds or thousands of years, and it has not stopped since it appeared. "Sending to death?

"The Ancient Divine Sword - Phoenix Blood, you should have heard of it. ”

"Didn't it disappear after the battle of gods and demons, it is said that when the sword-wielder dies, the sword dies with it. Whether it's a sword or a person, it's a pity" Bing Ji sighed with some emotion, and was also a little puzzled why Lan Zhan Xuan would mention the Ancient Divine Sword so suddenly, he wanted to ask, but Lan Zhan Xuan didn't seem to want to answer. He could see Aizen Xuan's eyes staring at the barrier.

A rather bold hypothesis came to mind, only to quickly disprove it himself, which was unlikely......

The cold wind is biting, obviously only a dozen steps away, but now it has become a vast snowfield, who can tell her, why?

There is a lot of snow, and there is no trace of no one living in a radius of ten miles, except for snow or snow......

There are no road signs in the snowy world, except for confusion and confusion......

When she was confused, Yihan felt the tremor of her soul, and as soon as her mind moved, she saw the appearance of no fire, and the fire in red clothes was very inconsistent with this white ice and snow world. "What's wrong?"

"I thought of an old friend, but that's unlikely. He spit out this sentence coldly, and then left, leaving only Yihan, who was confused.

Since the fire has gone, the originally calm snow field began to riot, the snow rushed uncontrollably, and a huge white shadow appeared in the ice and snow, and the whole picture was not seen, and the white tail that was eight or nine meters long could be faintly seen swinging in the snow at a height of seven or eight meters.

Under the cover of ice and snow, the white tail silently attacked Yihan's back.

The fire roared, breaking through the wind and snow, the blood sword was raised, and in a moment, Yihan had already moved to the back of the white tail, and slashed down the white tail with a very unceremonious sword, and there was soon a deep blood mark on the one-meter-thick white tail. It's a pity that this phantom beast doesn't have only one white tail, one tail is injured, and the rest of the tails follow one after another, attacking Yihan's legs, hands, and head without hesitation.

Horizontal chopping, vertical slashing, sideways whirling, flame sweeping, jumping, dodging the white tail below, swinging the sword to the left, the flame of the sword body rushed straight to the white tail, and then borrowed the white tail at the bottom of the jump, a sword stabbed, the blood instantly dyed the white tail red, deafening, the white tail danced, no longer one or three spying, but nine tails on it.

Snow Field, Count the White Tails, Is this the Ice Fox, the Beast of the Town Gate? In this case, as long as you defeat the Ice Fox, you can break through this realm.

Thoughts flew in my head, but the movements didn't fall.

The sword roared and danced, the white-clothed "boy", and the blood-colored sword opened up a world of fire in the vast snowfield, and the flames flew together, one fire and one blade, and they all went towards the white tail.

In a breath, the nine swords fell, the snow field screamed, and on the injured nine-tailed ice field, the nine tails flew, and the white claws fell to the ground, without any modification of spells, and slapped straight towards Yihan's paws.

Simple and straightforward!

The fire is pulling the wind, and the nine swords are incisive, but the PS was slapped away because of a PS that didn't have time to take it back.

Yihan climbed out of the huge pit, patted the snow on his body, and remembered a wise saying: If you don't die, you won't die!