At this moment, Zuo Lengchan was running the sword light, the sword intent was transformed, and the momentum was magnificent, but it was broken by Xu Zifan.

In the main hall, the heroes were shocked, Zuo Lengchan's sword path was extremely domineering and magnificent, and no one present thought that they could compare with it, and they were all shocked by the strength that Zuo Lengchan showed at this time, and their hearts were shaken.

But he is such a powerful person, the world's top master, and at this time he is still invincible to the "Huashan Sword Demon" Xu Zifan.

"How strong is this Huashan disciple's martial arts?" The crowd was shocked.

"It's unfathomable!"

"It's almost impossible without invincibility, right?"

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At this time, everyone was very amazed by Xu Zifan's strength, although he was an enemy, he was also very impressed by his martial arts cultivation, and his heart was shaken.

And Zuo Lengchan was even more frightened at the moment, his face was solemn, he knew that he was absolutely invincible, but in the depths of his eyes, a touch of madness was revealed.

The sword light is flying, opening and closing, the momentum is magnificent, the sword technique in Zuo Lengchan's hand is non-stop, and the sword intent is transformed, condensing his supreme understanding of the way of the sword.

The white mist flowed, the ice was extremely cold, and the internal power of the cold ice true qi was running wildly, at this time, the internal force around Zuo Lengchan's body was running to the extreme, and the whole body was churning, exuding a cold breath.

It is two meters around it, and at this time, there are flakes of snow generated and falling.

In the entire hall, it quickly became cold, and the tea spilled on the ground had frozen, and at this time, the heroes once again retreated a distance, and the gas they exhaled at this time turned into white mist.

The true qi of cold ice, according to legend, was created by Zuo Lengchan, to the yin to the cold, and it is a very distinctive martial art in the world of Xiaoao Jianghu, and it is a wonderful method.

At this moment, Zuo Lengchan's whole body was tumbling with internal breath, running the cold ice true qi to the extreme, and the white cold mist around his body was vast, setting off his whole person cold and ruthless, ethereal and hazy.

Zuo Lengchan was running the sword light with one hand, fighting against Xu Zifan for swordsmanship, but he was defeated and retreated, without the power to parry, and was obviously defeated.

At this moment, Zuo Lengchan looked at Xu Zifan, and saw that the other party was relaxed in carrying his sword, obviously not doing his best, and even the other party still had a little appreciation in his eyes.

"Roar!"

Zuo Lengchan was extremely angry and let out an angry roar, as a generation of heroic overlords, how could he accept this result, at this moment, the madness in the depths of his eyes was even worse, very amazing.

Brush! Brush! Brush!

Its other hand was swaying in the air according to an inexplicable trajectory at this time, and with a wave, the frost power on this hand condensed, and white ice crystals appeared, and then, the inner breath around its body rolled and flowed, through the tendons and veins of its arms, and converged towards this hand.

The breath of the cold is permeated in the entire hall at this time, and Zuo Lengchan's arm seems to have turned into an ice sculpture at this time, especially that hand, which has gathered more and more cold ice true qi at this moment, and it is a little transparent, like jade, crystal clear, but it is wrapped in a cold white mist, some ethereal, and some mysterious, and the most special thing is that there is a mysterious secret power that freezes people's hearts.

The group of heroes was frightened at the moment, they were a few feet away, and they could feel the horror of Zuo Lengchan's hand at the moment, that was the source of the coldness, the starting point of the cold, forcing people's minds, as if that hand was waved out, it could freeze everything, and no one could resist it.

At this moment, there are snowflakes floating in the whole hall, there is an icy wind blowing, whistling and roaring, snowflakes dancing, with Zuo Lengzen's hand waving, the wind gathered into a whirlpool, that hand became the center of the whirlpool, extremely cold, extremely cold.

At a certain moment, the wind stopped, and the white fog around Zuo Lengchan also faded, but the whole hall was even colder, and at this time there was an inexplicable sense of oppression, which was very depressing, making people feel like falling into an ice cave, like falling into hell.

And the source of all this is Zuo Lengchan's hand, at this moment the white frost on his arm has also disappeared, but that hand is like a transparent jade, like a work of art, crystal clear, there is a white mist flowing on it, hazy, looking mysterious and extraordinary.

Brush!

Zuo Lengchan's figure of dancing sword retreated, and the sword light in his hand stopped, but his other hand, like ice jade at this time, exuded a cold and terrifying atmosphere, placed on his chest, palm facing outward, and the white mist on it flowed, and there was a faint white cold light flickering, which was very mysterious.

And Xu Zifan, when he retreated behind Zuo Leng Chanfei, he did not pursue, the sword light in his hand stopped, and the sword net light curtain around him gradually disappeared, only a thick layer of purple mist wrapped around his body, which looked extremely mysterious.

At this moment, he looked at Zuo Lengchan's palm, which was like ice jade, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he had some kind of conjecture in his heart.

At this time, on the Shengguan Peak mountain road, there was a group of people who were silent and galloped at this time.

At this time, the weather is in August, the scorching sun is exposed, these people walk between the steep mountain roads, but they seem to be walking on the ground, the speed is fast, and no one even sweats, it can be seen that these people are people with high kung fu.

I saw three people in front of him, with white eyebrows and beards, wearing pale yellow monk robes, with bare heads and a few ring scars, obviously monks.

These three people, with a strong aura around them, like an abyss and a sea, are unfathomable, and they are all super masters standing in the peerless realm, not under Zuo Lengzen.

One of them, the skin on his face is as rosy as a baby, his white eyebrows are a little long and short, very shiny, his spirit is strong, and he walks between dragons and tigers, and at a glance he is a person with profound internal strength.

Another person, the body is dry, skinny, but the body is full of blood, very pressing, his body is like a divine furnace burning, the most striking is his palms, more than twice as large as ordinary people, the bone joints are thick, strong and powerful, calluses are dense, it can be seen that the kung fu on his palms is very good.

The last old man, holding a long knife in his hand, although he is a monk, but his face has a fierce color, and there is a long scar obliquely across his face, which sets off his fierce image, and his whole person gives people a sharp and domineering atmosphere, like a peerless heavenly knife, sharp and exposed.

Behind the three of them, there are also monks, a total of eighteen people, each naked upper body, muscles bulging, strong and powerful, bronzed skin in the sun flashing metallic luster, just like a golden body Arhat descended into the world, masculine spirit, giving people a great sense of oppression, and these monks each hold a wrought iron rod with a length of a zhang in their hands, walking and running, like the wind blowing, the figure is like thunder and lightning, fast and peerless.

Not long after, these people had already arrived at the Songshan station, and one of the three people in the first place took out a token from his arms and held it forward, and the disciples of the Songshan faction let them go after seeing it.

In the main hall, behind Xu Zifan, Liu Jing and Qu Feiyan, watching Xu Zifan block dozens of masters with his own strength, his heart was shocked, looking at the figure shrouded in purple mist in front of him, his beautiful eyes were flowing, and his reverence was overflowing.

And at this moment, Zuo Lengchan looked at Xu Zifan with a solemn expression, and said: "Senior Nephew Xu is really a genius, and the realm of the sword path is far beyond me!" But, I'm not defeated yet, here's a palm, see if you can take it? ”

After Zuo Lengchan finished speaking, the palm on his chest, shrouded in white cold mist, like ice jade, slowly pushed out in the direction of Xu Zifan, the speed was very slow, as if he pushed out this palm, exhausting his whole body strength.