With a sword, an unprecedented harsh winter suddenly arrived, and the heavens and the earth were frozen!

The endless ice field suddenly burst out like a tide in a certain direction, but before it could be blinked, these tsunami-like ice tides instantly condensed and turned into tens of thousands of sharp ice cubes, directly forming an ice-like barrier between Han Jing and those martial artists.

The area is so wide, the radius is more than ten miles!

The majesty is magnificent, and the height is more than a thousand feet......

This is the fourth sword of "The Ballad of the Four Seasons of Swords" cut out with Han Jing's current strength, Winter Silence!

More than ten miles away, Yang Hao was the first to rush forward to break through the air, but at this moment, his scalp was instantly numb, and he had to suddenly increase his soul power, not to continue to chase forward but to make him suddenly turn his body, which could avoid the cold light not far ahead!

Behind him, more than a dozen martial artists also flew quickly, and at this moment, some of them who were not strong had just instinctively felt a monstrous sense of crisis from the depths of their souls, and their bodies were completely cold......

Such coldness was because they were caught off guard, and also because Han Jing's sword was too powerful!

It was so powerful that the tens of thousands of ice lings who were like swords had not yet stabbed any martial artists, but they had already frozen the hands, feet, bodies, heartbeats, and even thoughts of those who were not strong with cold air!

As a result, some of them would have slammed into the ice cubes like a net, like a skewer of meat, and turned into a meat skewer!

If this is the case, what awaits them is either death or injury.

Fortunately, Han Jing had no intention of continuing to kill any martial artist of the Thousand Illusion Hall here, so although his sword was slashed out, it was not all over.

"Sting!"

The body spun gorgeously, and then the mortal sword was controlled by Han Jing, and another sharp and abnormal sword was blasted forward.

This sword was fast enough to despise the electric light, so when the light flashed from the mortal sword, the ice cube ten miles away instantly collapsed!

Thundered......

The earth-shattering sound shook the heavens and the earth, and the majestic and deadly ice cubes were still all reduced to freezing debris and white mist.

Seeing that more than a dozen martial artists, including Yang Hao, were wrapped in a white fog in the heavenly sense, Han Jing slowly turned around and chose to leave.

"For the first time, I didn't kill the enemies who were going to kill me!"

"But this is also the last ...... in the territory of the mirage"

"If anyone tries to kill me again, I won't show mercy again!"

......

Woo la la......

When Han Jing had already walked away and the time for tea had passed, a violent cough finally came from a large mess of ice and snow: someone had finally crawled out from under the ice and snow like an irregular hill.

After one, then the second, the third, and more and more warriors with mutual help, crawled out!

Yes, they just crawled out, very slowly, everyone was a wolf, and many of them were stiff and needed the help of their companions to barely bury themselves in the snow and ice to become popsicles.

"It's horrible, just ...... What the hell is going on?"

"His strength just now is at least at the peak of the early stage of the Nine Yang Realm! Or is his swordsmanship too powerful, including his weapons too terrifying?"

"Anyway......" In a discussion like the rest of his life, a martial artist thought of and determined something: "Han Jing doesn't seem to have any intention of killing us, otherwise...... Many of us ......"

He didn't finish this sentence, but everyone present didn't need him to finish saying this sentence to already understand what he meant-Han Jing's men showed mercy, otherwise those who were not strong among them would either die or be injured! Even some martial artists who were not weak would be hit hard!

"This son...... Really merciful!"

Even Yang Hao has a look full of fear and hesitation.

Later, the look of hesitation gradually changed into helplessness, sighs, regrets, and a new decision: "Xuanzi, my uncle seems to have misheard you......!

Xuanzi is the name of the one-star envoy of the side star......

After saying this sentence at this moment, I saw Yang Hao take a deep breath, and his eyes swept firmly over all his subordinates: "Everyone, listen, from now on...... I can't wait and won't be an enemy of Han Jing again!"

That's what he decided!

Hearing this, a famous martial artist seemed to understand something, and each of them either nodded or already opened their mouths to answer.

"Don't you want to be an enemy of Han Jing?" But at this moment, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded softly, as if it was coming from the sky: "In this case, you only have the last use value left!"

"What?

"Look at the ...... in Heaven"

Hearing this, more than a dozen martial artists all pushed the strongest heavenly sense they could still possess to the extreme, and then some of them turned cold in an instant.

Especially the most well-informed Yang Hao, who saw a certain figure above the sky, he instinctively took three steps back and almost fell, and shouted desperately in his mouth: "That's the cloud banner ......"

......

"What the hell is going on? What's going on?"

On top of a lake, a warrior quickly broke through the air, because of the extreme speed, the lake below him had been split in two by his flight trajectory, erecting two walls of water that reached the bottom of the lake.

He is invincible!

Just now, his heavenly sense seemed to have sensed the fall of some martial artists, and more than a dozen martial artists had fallen in the mirage battle realm that should not have been truly dead.

"Ah, Chen Zhaomei must also be aware of these things, his speed is faster than mine, he should have arrived there......! Hurry up......"

Pondering anxiously in his heart, Undefeated urged his strength to keep approaching and even begin to surpass his limit, rushing in the direction of the further north.

Then it was the time of the three incense sticks, and when the invincible figure had already come to a large ice field, he suddenly heard a thunderous roar from Chen Zhaomei.

"Han Jing, it's really you, it's really you...... Han Jing ......"

......

At the same time, Han Jing stopped looking for Gu Aoxue.

Now he hovered directly above a swamp, staring intently at his token.

"What the hell is going on? The exploits of the seventeen, when will I kill the seventeen?"

Peeking at the extra merits on his token, Han Jing's eyes suddenly shrank: "Could it be Yang Hao and them......? That's seventeen!"

Thinking of this, Han Jing's heart suddenly had questions one after another!

Yang Hao, how could they die in the ice that was finally simple? With their strength and mutual help, no one should have died!

Or is this number not Yang Hao and them?

And also......

Why is Han Jing's own token always constantly increasing to him merits that can only be obtained after killing people?

"It's a ...... I'm in the game and I'm a pawn of the layout!"

After a few breaths, Han Jing smiled, faint, evil!

But it was at this moment that a sword roar broke through the air.

The peak of the first stage of the Nine Yang Realm......