The swordsman cannot be drowned in water, but the cold temperature can freeze the swordsman to death.

With Wu Tianduo's hard work, the seven swordsmen who fell into the water were all pulled ashore.

The moment they landed, the bodies of many swordsmen trembled, and their lips were even more bruised. Especially the last swordsman who was pulled ashore by Wu Tianduo, collapsed on the ground after landing and could no longer stand up.

"Don't be stunned, hurry up and use your vitality to expel the cold poison in your body. Wu Tianduo said loudly.

Saying this, he suddenly released a stream of vitality and injected it into the body of the Shapeling Sect disciple who collapsed to the ground.

The Illusion Sect disciple who had collapsed to the ground with a blue face suddenly rolled violently and wailed when he received the vitality released by Wu Tianduo.

In a short moment, puddles of blood flowed from his pores, and his body rolling on the ground gradually fell silent.

Seeing that Illusion Sect disciple bleeding from his seven orifices, Wu Tianduo stood in place.

He didn't expect that the water flow below the glacier was so cold that it would actually freeze this disciple's meridians.

If he had tested the meridians of this Transfiguration Sect disciple beforehand before helping out, then he would never have burst and died.

The death of that Transfiguration Sect disciple deeply stimulated Wu Tianduo and the other Transfiguration Sect disciples.

Those disciples who were preparing to mobilize their vitality and drive away the cold poison turned pale and did not have the courage to mobilize their vitality.

In the silence of the forest, a faint mountain breeze blew. This wind acted on the disciples of the Illusion Sect, and immediately caused everyone to shiver at the same time. Almost at the same time, these Illusion Sect disciples scattered and fled into the distance, ignoring even Wu Tianduo's orders.

Looking at the same door on the ground, and then at the same disciples who were scattered and fleeing, Wu Tianduo felt a pang of bitterness in his mouth.

He knew that those Shape-shifting Sect disciples who had fallen into the ice were all finished. They had already been frightened by the successive encounters, and even if they were lucky enough to survive in the jungle, it would be impossible for them to make any progress in their cultivation in the future.

"Could it be that I was wrong to help Senior Brother Hate Water murder the disciples of the Lishui Sword Sect?" Wu Tianduo asked silently in his heart.

After asking this, he fell to the ground in despair, and the last trace of fighting spirit in his heart was also lost.

Behind Wu Tianduo, a ghost-like figure quietly appeared.

Glancing at the dead Illusion Sect disciples on the ground, a grim smile appeared on the faces of the people who came.

"Is another one dead?" the man whispered.

Hearing the sound of talking behind him, Wu Tianduo, who was distracted, was suddenly stunned.

He turned around suddenly, saw the face of the person who came, and couldn't help but gasp.

"Ye Feng, you...... You ......" Wu Tianduo said two words in succession, but he couldn't say the following.

He suddenly got up and asked in a loud voice, "What about Senior Brother Hate Shui? What happened to Senior Brother Hate Water?"

Facing Wu Tianduo's question, Ye Feng just nodded.

"Dead, do you mean Senior Brother Hate Shui, killed by you?" Wu Tianduo muttered distractedly.

Suddenly, he raised the long sword in his hand and stabbed Ye Feng's chest fiercely.

At this moment, Wu Tianduo, who had lost his mind, forgot about the illusion swordsmanship he was proficient in, and only used the most primitive basic swordsmanship.

Seeing the weak sword blade stabbing at him, Ye Feng shook his head helplessly, and the Thunder Light Soul Chasing Sword in his hand shook slightly, avoiding the opponent's sword blade and piercing Wu Tianduo's shoulder.

With a "bang", Wu Tianduo fell to the ground, ignoring the wound on his shoulder, he just stared at Ye Feng viciously, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Suddenly, Wu Tianduo raised the long sword in his hand, and this time, instead of stabbing at Ye Feng, he swung his sword and slashed at his throat.

With a pop, a puddle of blood gushed out down Wu Tianduo's throat.

It wasn't until his body fell to the ground that Wu Tianduo's eyes slowly closed, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of contempt.

Whoever kills will be killed. In Wu Tianduo's opinion, one day, Ye Feng will also get the same fate as him.

Wu Tianduo's suicide made Ye Feng stunned for a moment.

After discovering the death, Wu Tianduo's face actually showed a relieved look, and Ye Feng's mood was a little heavy.

He wasn't a natural executioner, nor was he a ruthless thug.

Everything he did was just to protect his fellow brothers and fulfill He Huan's wish.

In the trial ground a few years ago, He Huan's mood should be similar to Wu Tianduo's mood just now.

Ye Feng knew very well that the real reason for Wu Tianduo's suicide was his nodding action when the other party asked Nie Hate about his whereabouts.

"Is Nie Hate Shui dead?" Ye Feng shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.

With his strength, being able to get rid of Nie Hatshui was already a great achievement, how could he kill the other party so quickly.

Seeing that Wu Tianduo couldn't die anymore, Ye Feng didn't stay any longer, quickly grabbed the weapons of Wu Tianduo and several other Shape-shifting Sect disciples, and quickly fled into the distance.

He knew very well that it wouldn't be long before Nie Hatshui would return to this place. And when he saw the dead Wu Tianduo, he would definitely go berserk, and his attack power would be greatly enhanced under the stimulation of hatred.

"With my current strength, I still can't beat Nie Hatshui. Thinking that after the two heavy blows with Nie Hatshui just now, his chest was still surging with blood until now, Ye Feng frowned.

On the way forward, Ye Feng once again encountered two Illusion Sect disciples.

These two Illusion Sect disciples, after a series of shocks, their spirits were already on the verge of collapse.

Effortlessly, Ye Feng slashed the two of them under the sword. After killing these two people, Ye Feng didn't stop any longer, and rushed straight to the place where Longwen and the others were hiding.

On this trip, Ye Feng's purpose was to cultivate.

He knew very well that if he wanted to kill Nie Hatshui, his only chance was to use a limited time to absorb these line-level low-level long swords in his hands, break through the bottleneck of a sixth-level swordsman, and become a seventh-level swordsman.

When he was less than a hundred meters away from the hiding place of Longman and the others, Ye Feng stopped.

After listening intently for a long time, and after making sure that Longman and the others were hiding in the cave, Ye Feng stopped on a big tree not far from the cave.

In order to avoid the incident that attracted the weapons in the hands of Longwen and the others last time, Ye Feng did not want to return to the cave to cultivate.

He chose this place, on the one hand, to avoid people's eyes, and on the other hand, to take care of the people of Longman at close range, in case Nie Hatshui, who was about to go crazy, would use a hot hand on them.

After sitting down in the center of the canopy, Ye Feng quickly pulled out the five row-level low-rank swords he had obtained on this trip.

According to the attributes, after placing the three row-level low-level long swords of gold, wood, and fire that were currently missing in front of him in turn, he turned on the suction power in the dantian.

As the whirlpool in the dantian rotated rapidly, the pores of Ye Feng's body opened, releasing red cyclones visible to the naked eye.

These cyclones surrounded the surface of the three rank-level low-level swords, constantly rotating, extracting the energy inside the swords.

About an hour later, Ye Feng retracted the cyclone.

He had no choice but to find that he who had retreated from the ethereal realm could no longer absorb the energy inside the sword in an instant as he had when he entered the ethereal realm.

In the hour just now, Ye Feng had only absorbed less than one-tenth of the energy in the three swords.

Finding that it would take at least ten hours to absorb the energy in the three swords, Ye Feng reluctantly stopped his movements.

Ye Feng took out a bottle of Essence Pill and poured it all into his mouth.

At the moment when more than a dozen essence pills were entered, the energy in his dantian suddenly skyrocketed, and even the cyclone increased by a few points.

The growth of the cyclone accelerates the speed at which the energy inside the sword is absorbed.

When night fell quietly and the entire world fell into darkness, Ye Feng finally absorbed most of the energy inside the three swords.

Retracting the external cyclone, Ye Feng concentrated on refining the energy in his body.

As he compressed his energy into the cyclone, the five long swords that swirled around the dantian qi burst out with dazzling brilliance.

The five-colored brilliance is like a silk cocoon, wrapping the cyclone tightly.

After the entire cyclone was completely swallowed by the five-colored brilliance, the cyclone began to spew thin energy into the outside world, pouring into the inside of the five long swords.

With a "boom", the five-colored brilliance wrapped in the cyclone exploded at the same time.

At the moment when the light could not restrain the vitality, a surging and majestic energy, like a floodgate open, poured into Ye Feng's limbs and hundreds of remains.

Ye Feng's bones and body exploded violently like popping beans. The moment the voice stopped, the momentum on Ye Feng's body changed suddenly, and the sharpness of a sixth-level swordsman was revealed, revealing a trace of restraint.

The seventh-level swordsman is not far from the realm of the swordsman, and this restrained edge is the unique performance of the seventh-level swordsman.

Realizing that he had broken through the barrier and become a seventh-level swordsman, a hint of joy flashed on Ye Feng's face.

However, he did not stop his cultivation there, but instead released a cyclone again, enveloping the three long swords.

A whole night passed, and Ye Feng finally completed the absorption of the three long swords.

At the moment when the three rank-level swords shattered into iron filings, Ye Feng completely used the energy in the three swords for his own use, so that his strength was stable above the seventh-level swordsman realm.

Sweeping away the iron filings and frost and snow on his body, Ye Feng got up slowly.

His gaze was cast into the distance, and a fierce murderous aura emanated from his body.

"Nie Hatshui, today is the last moment of the life-and-death battle between you and me, either you die or I die!" Ye Feng muttered in a low voice.

With that, he jumped down from the treetops, glanced at the place where Longman and the others lived in the distance, and ran away into the jungle in the distance.