"Well, I see it." Lin Xi clenched his pink fist, his eyes were cold, and he was angry in his heart.

Sure enough, as Jiang Chen said, Jing Feng's mad dog, once he went crazy, was completely mad, and he didn't care about anyone's life or death.

It's hateful that her supernatural power "Words and Laws" can't shake the will of the seventh-order powerhouse, otherwise she would have to ask Jing Feng to apologize for her sins!

"Miss, it's dangerous here, please step back!" Wei Ji stood in front of Lin Xi, resisting the frost and snow cold air spreading in front of him, and said in a deep voice with his head sideways.

Lin Xi's teeth trembled, and her delicate body trembled in the bitter cold.

She took a step forward and shouted to Jiang Chen in the distance: "Jiang Shaoxia, you don't need to fight him!" Jing Feng's Ice Token can only last for thirty breaths, and then he will fall into a serious state of weakness! You just have to deal with him slowly......"

Her voice spread throughout the audience, and it also aroused everyone's astonished eyes.

This eldest lady finally stopped hiding her position and completely sided with Jiang Chen regardless of face?

Lin Xi felt everyone's complicated eyes, but she no longer hesitated and continued: "His sixth-order 'Moon Harvesting' realm also has hidden dangers......

A cold wind hit her face, making her shiver.

This is a warning from Jing Feng.

In this battle with no way out, Jing Feng has been cornered and has no choice. No one could stop him, not even Miss Lin, or even the old black dog behind her!

Lin Xi's tongue gradually stiffened, and even with Wei Ji in front of him, he felt a little overwhelmed.

Before the ice particles flying in mid-air were ready, the frost flowers condensed by the cold had already climbed up her neck, strung into a chain and wrapped around her throat, seeping into her body with a bone-chilling cold.

Her face gradually turned a dark blue color, and she knew that she could no longer hold on, so she had to step back under Wei Ji's protection.

Hmph, if it weren't for the appointment with Gao Qingxue in advance, I would have known that this would have happened, and I should have brought Su Yunqing over as well......

Suddenly, the whistle sounded again.

Song Yiyi, who was originally kneeling on the ground and dying, didn't know where the strength came from, stood firm under the support of Lin Shuixian, her eyes were rejuvenated, staring at the blood-colored figure, and once again played the tune of burying the soul and killing her life.

"It's hard to hear!" Jiang Chen snorted coldly, raised his hand and slapped it to this side.

Although more than ten zhang away, the sharp palm wind like a knife slashed into the air, causing the air to twist for a while, forming an invisible cannonball, rushing in front of Song Yiyi with the breath of death.

Lin Shuixian hurriedly pushed Song Yiyi, barely avoiding the palm wind.

I only heard the sound of a series of "Tica" branches and leaves breaking in the woods behind me, and I don't know how many branches and leaves were broken by the palm wind, opening up a passage.

If it is hit by this palm, I am afraid that the flesh and blood will also be shattered like rotten wood.

The strong wind alone has such a powerful destructive power, and this power is the Xuangang Realm that surpasses ordinary beings!

Lin Shuixian came back from her fright and saw Song Yiyi standing up from the ground, covering her mouth with one hand, blood oozing out from between her fingers.

Lin Shuixian hurriedly stretched out his hand to help and persuaded in a low voice: "Yiyi, that's enough!" You've done your best! Don't be reluctant, leave the rest to Captain Jing! ”

Song Yiyi wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, shook her head, put the flute to her mouth, closed her eyes and played.

On her jade-white cheeks, there was an abnormal red, delicate and poignant, shocking.

Lin Shuixian knew that Song Yiyi had used the forbidden technique of burning her life, and she had made up her mind to die.

The flute tone changed, and it became more sad and desolate.

The Song of Soul Burial, before killing the enemy, you must first immerse yourself in it, injuring a thousand enemies and injuring yourself eight hundred.

The sound of the flute came one after another, like a banshee crying at night, like an old ape screaming, extremely painful and desperate.

Lin Shuixian next to him was almost involved in the aftermath, and he felt a sense of sadness, and couldn't help but be immersed in grief and grief.

But as the direct target of the Funeral Requiem, Jiang Chen didn't react, he just felt that the flute was a little annoyed.

When refining the skull at the fourth order, Jiang Chen was already able to resist such a divine soul attack, and after breaking through Xuangang, his will became more and more stable as a rock, and it was difficult for this weak flute sound to shake it in the slightest.

Song Yiyi didn't realize this, she didn't hesitate to burn her own life, just to bring a moment of hindrance to Jiang Chen.

Lin Xi said impatiently: "Wei Ji, tell her to shut up." ”

"Order."

A silver spear suddenly pierced through the flute, from far to near, and stabbed in front of Song Yiyi in a blink of an eye, knocking down the jade flute in her hand.

Wei Ji sighed softly: "Miss Yi, I'm sorry. ”

Song Yiyi's body shook, and she fell to the ground weakly.

Wei Ji looked into the depths of the white mist, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "The battle between those two is not something we can control, just watch the battle from the sidelines." ”

Jiang Chen in the white mist also launched an attack at this time.

He was all red, and the long sword in his hand was also soaked in blood, drawing a red light.

The footsteps passed, leaving behind a series of thunderous roars, all the way through the ice and snow.

When approaching the range of two zhang in front of Jing Feng, Jiang Chen's footsteps stepped heavily on the ground, and the entire ground let out a dull trembling sound, his body jumped high, turning into a blood-colored shadow, and in an instant, it swept through the air two zhang high, and the sword light was like lightning, passing through Jing Feng's body.

With a "bang", Jing Feng's body exploded like a glass puppet, turning into pieces of ice and scattering around—it turned out to be just a fake ice puppet!

Jiang Chen's blow was fruitless, he turned around hurriedly, his feet stepped on the scattered ice cubes again and again, his body quickly changed positions, dodged the attack of five or six ice spikes, and once again found Jing Feng's position, raised his sword and rushed into the white mist, swinging out a large blood-colored sword shadow, only to hear the sound of the collision of sharp weapons, all of which hit the attacking ice spears and thorns.

And Jing Feng's aura took this opportunity to retreat to a higher place.

Jiang Chen's people were in mid-air, and it was inconvenient to turn, no matter how strong his strength was, he could only use the scattered ice and snow fragments to change the direction of his actions.

And Jing Feng walked against the wind, advanced and retreated freely, and calmly coped.

Although they are both in the seventh-order realm, the attack methods of the "Sun Swallowing" Qi Practitioner are much richer than those of the "Xuangang" Martial Artist!

After a few temptations, Jing Feng quickened the pace of spell casting, and more and more surging waves of frost followed.

The space in front of Jiang Chen completely turned into a sea of ice and snow, and the stormy waves were stacked and surging in waves in the bitter cold whistling, smashing towards the isolated island where he was.

Jiang Chen's breath was suffocating, and a large area of quiet and blue color occupied his field of vision.

In just an instant, the extreme cold that permeated the body seemed to be about to freeze the world to an end.

'Found it! ’

Jiang Chen shouted loudly in his heart, and at the same moment, he also found the specific direction where Jing Feng's true body aura was, raised his left arm, and the dagger in his sleeve shot out.

Immediately, he saw that the cold air in front of Jing Feng was soaring, and as soon as the dagger shot in front of him, it was attacked by the severe cold, and countless cracks appeared on the knife body in the blink of an eye, and then it hit a crystal wall of ice, as if tofu hit the iron wall, silently shattering into countless pieces of residue.

In the realm of absolute cold, even gold and iron decay in an instant.

Jiang Chen was not surprised, nor did he have time to be surprised.

The cold and biting ice and snow pressed his breath from all directions, and the blood of the protective body was shaky, and there was a tendency to be irresistible.

Jiang Chen's left hand was raised, and a palm wind slashed out, tearing a corner of the frost curtain that was covered at once, and then his body flickered, flashed into the ice and snow in front of him, turned into a hazy shadow, shuttled through the vast and lush stormy waves, and quickly approached a large distance.

More than twenty ice spears came towards him, densely packed, enveloping Jiang Chen's body.

Jiang Chen snorted coldly, distorting all the space in front of him, the air shook violently, all the ice spears were broken, and the debris burst out, none of which could get close to his body.

The "Space Distortion" inspired by the sixth-order divine thought has been able to shatter gold and break iron. Even if the ice spears released by Jing Feng were comparable to steel, they all broke one after another.

And these splashes of ice chips instead provided a foothold for Jiang Chen's charge. With red eyes, he smashed through countless frosts along the way, like an arrow from the string straight in front of Jing Feng.

There are only seven feet left, but it is also the most dangerous distance.

Jing Feng hurriedly recited the incantation, and a large net of ice chips suddenly appeared in the void, completely sealing Jiang Chen's path forward.

Jiang Chen's sword went straight up, and with a "space distortion" in his left palm, he provoked the center of the ice net, tearing the ice net with a click.

Before he could take a breath, his eyes suddenly lit up, and when he raised his eyes, he saw countless ice blades and ice spears floating in the air, and the target was his own body.

This time, he was only five feet away from Jing Feng, which was the best angle for a spell master. Therefore, the attacks that Jiang Chen is facing now are all-round, up and down, left and right, front and back.

"Huh-" Countless sharp sounds broke through the air, and thousands of ice blades poured down, and the snow-white crystal light illuminated the gloomy sky, burying Jiang Chen's figure in it.

The clatter of thousands of sharp objects falling to the ground converged into an explosive roar, and the surging frost mist and splashing ice chips shrouded the square inch of land, and the sound was agitated, looking from afar, it was like a cold ice lotus flower was slowly blooming, and if several big snakes were entrenched and twisted, the killing intent was prohibitive.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

Jiang Chen's aura weakened sharply.

After the ice and snow were shattered, Jiang Chen's blood-stained figure was revealed.

The body protection blood around him no longer exists, and in such a hard-hitting frontal collision, the martial artist is not as good as the qi practitioner who can mobilize the power of heaven and earth after all!

Without the blood mist that wrapped around his body, his face became clearer, and it could be clearly seen that the surface of his skin was covered with a dark blue color due to the extreme cold.

But the winner has not yet been decided, because now there is only a three-foot distance between him and Jing Feng, and the only obstacle is only an ice wall.

That wall of ice crystals that shimmered like diamonds, seemingly indestructible, may be a nightmare for many warriors.

But for Jiang Chen, it only takes a finger -

Space, scars!

Jiang Chen's outstretched left hand was on this ice crystal wall that reflected a thrilling and magnificent luster, his five fingers stood together, and the power of space squeezed against the apex of the blade charge, a cold halo flashed, and the silent shock ripples scattered and splashed in all directions.

In an instant, dense cracks spread out of the ice crystal wall, scattering like dust and gravel and sliding to the ground.

Life and death are sealed.

Jing Feng, who was hiding behind the ice wall and hurriedly chanting a spell, was swept by the halo of "spatial scars", the left half of his body was torn apart, the expression on his face froze, and the two corpses fell into the jungle below.

The aura of the Grand Master of the Twin Wolf Hunting Regiment returned to the heavens and the earth.

Jiang Chen's grievances with the Double Wolf Hunting Group have all come to an end!

Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief gently, his mind relaxed, and he also fell down with Jing Feng.

He was injured in many places all over his body, and the boiling blood vein power in his body had also dissipated, temporarily losing the power of "moving blood", and he fell back to the physical realm on the edge of the sixth order, and the mental exhaustion could not be eliminated.

This is the after-effect of exhaustion, and he is almost running out of oil.

Maybe after this battle, he will have a stronger control over the boiling bloodline in the future, but far from water can't quench his thirst.

In the process of falling down, his consciousness gradually blurred, listening to the sound of the wind in his ears, but there was a feeling of laziness and laziness. At this time, what I want to do most is to close my eyes and get a good night's sleep.

It seemed like a long time had passed, and it seemed like it was just a moment, and his spiritual platform suddenly surged with a trace of clarity, remembering that he was falling from dozens of feet in the air, if he didn't do something, even if it was a sixth-order "blood-moving" physique, I am afraid that he would be injured.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Two sounds in succession, both of which came from the bushes below, that is, Jing Feng's two bodies fell to the ground one after another, scraping off countless branches and leaves, and stirring up snowflakes.

Jiang Chen bit the tip of his tongue violently, the sharp pain made his consciousness more and more sober, and the rich smell of blood penetrated his mouth and nose.

He gritted his teeth, swung his almost numb body with all his might, rolled over in mid-air, kicked a treetop, and turned part of his fall into a lateral movement, only to hear a series of crunch noises, breaking an unknown number of trees before falling to the ground with a pop, rolling several times on the hard ice, and hitting a soft object before stopping.

He barely looked up, and what seemed to be a long emerald dress in front of him was mopping the floor, and only a pair of delicate deerskin boots were exposed under the skirt.

The thought of 'survived......' flashed, and his consciousness floated and sank in the chaos.

It seemed that a long time had passed, and the voices in my ears gradually became clearer, and chaotic shouts came from all directions.

"How is he? It's not going to die......"

"Has Captain Jing's body been found?"

"Most of them were found, but my left foot was broken into pieces, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to put them together......"

……

The shouts of the people buzzed into a ball and penetrated into Jiang Chen's ears, making him unable to sleep peacefully.

His spiritual sense leaped upward, breaking free from the chaos and returning to his body, where he found himself regaining some vitality.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself leaning against a person, surrounded by several faces.

He Banxian, Lin Xi, Wei Ji, Xihua Erjie...... Lin Shuixian stood in the distance with Song Yiyi in her arms, her expression a little cringe.

"He's awake!"

"How do you feel?"

"Jiang Chen, when did you steal my Wei family's stunt......

Another wave of shouting hit, and Jiang Chen waved his hand irritably: "Quiet! Don't be noisy! ”

The people were silent.

Seeing that Jiang Chen single-handedly killed the two strongest masters in Western Liao City, it was impossible for anyone to look at him with the same eyes as before.

Even some people still have a sense of unreality that feels like they are dreaming.

Some people rub their eyes and pinch their arms, always feeling that they haven't woken up yet.

Wu Lian and Jing Feng have been invincible in Western Liaocheng for ten years, and Jiang Chen is just a young man who has not yet reached the weak crown, but he can kill two of them with one enemy and two, it is simply a miracle within a miracle!

Is this still human power? Could he be the reincarnation of a killing star?

If this news is transmitted back to Xiliaocheng, I am afraid that most people will regard it as a lie and rumor, scoff at it, and even be not qualified for laughter.

It's ridiculous! If it weren't for witnessing Jing Feng's corpse, even the audience in the team would probably find it hard to believe this fact!

Jiang Chen looked down at his situation, he was now in rags, his eyes were full of devastation, and he was covered in blood as if he had been soaked in a red dye vat, some of the wounds had scabbed, and some were still oozing blood.

The scene looked shocking, but fortunately it didn't hurt the vital point, so it didn't hurt the muscles and bones.

He calmed down, looked around at everyone, and asked, "How long have I been unconscious?" ”

Yun Su's unique sweet voice came from behind his ears: "Half a cup of tea!" Brother Chen, you are really messy enough, I would have helped you deal with that qi practitioner as long as you said it casually, why did you insist on going your own way? ”

Jiang Chen replied: "Your previous conditions don't seem to be very 'casual', right?" ”

"Oh, people just say it casually, you are just dying to save face and suffer ......"

Jiang Chen raised his hand to stop Yun Su from continuing: "We'll talk about it later." What about Jing Feng, how is he? ”

Lin Xi replied with a strange expression: "He fell from a high altitude, and his body was torn apart, and he hasn't been pieced together yet." ”

Jiang Chen's expression became relaxed, he took a breath to stand firm, and turned his gaze to the side: "Where is he?" I want to remember it! ”

Without the guidance of others, Jiang Chen soon saw a snow-white body lying under a tree not far away.

Due to the backlash of the ice and snow curse mark after death, Jing Feng's whole body was completely frozen from the inside out, condensed into an ice sculpture, his face was crystal clear, and even the Dao robe was covered with a layer of white ice, and the corpse that had been broken into several sections was barely pieced together, but several parts were still incomplete.