"Water cold!" snorted.

Swish!

A dark sword shadow suddenly broke through the air.

And with the flash of the sword shadow, a thick fog exuding endless cold air instantly surged out like a mountain torrent and a tsunami rolling.

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And in the midst of the white mist, a crystal clear, like a crystal carved ice blades, ice swords shining in it, these ice knives, ice swords densely interspersed, compared with before, more numerous, colliding with each other, as if real steel swords, emitting a crisp sound of gold and iron strikes.

The thick fog was like a tide, rolling and moving! Wrapped in endless cold air, it bombarded the severed boulder with an astonishing sound.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the cold air was rampant, and the snow on the ground was instantly frozen, turning into more than ten inches of solid ice. And the huge rock turned into an iron-blue color in an instant, and thick smoke rose from it, and then merged into the cold air in the air, which was even more prominent.

Ice blades and ice swords flew in the air, and in the blink of an eye, the boulder was slashed more than a thousand times.

Boom!

The invasion of the cold air had already made the boulder extremely fragile, and at this time, after being subjected to a thousand slashes from the ice blade and the ice sword, it suddenly couldn't hold on anymore and collapsed violently.

Countless pieces of rubble splattered and scattered everywhere.

"Whew!" Putting away his sword and standing, Han Chen exhaled lightly, his mind sank into his body, feeling the still full True Yuan in the dantian cyclone, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and said, "True Yuan is really far from being comparable to True Qi. Cast a water chill. It only consumed half of my true yuan!"

"Although the two-star sword realm is not too strong, for me at this time, it is a great solution to the urgent need. Although I don't know what the consumption of the three types of mysteries will be after the water cold, but if it is only this water cold three forms, I will no longer have to face the embarrassing situation of only the power of a sword like before!" Han Chen thought to himself.

"And in this way, the endurance has been improved, and my strength has also been invisibly improved!"

Thinking of this, the smile on Han Chen's face became more and more intense. Immediately look up. Look at the boulder that had been completely destroyed and covered in rubble. His brow furrowed slightly.

The increase in the power of the water chill is unquestionable, at least for Han Chen, if it was before. With this formula. He can destroy it, though. But it couldn't destroy such a huge rock so completely.

Moreover, compared to the previous Winter and Flying Snow styles, this Water Cold Sword Style was obviously more powerful, but Han Chen was not too satisfied.

"It's more powerful, though. But compared with before, it has only increased by 50%. He shook his head and said, "It seems that it is because I don't understand it enough!"

The mystery of the three styles, for the comprehension of winter, Han Chen is the most profound, followed by flying snow, and the most cold is the water cold.

And this is also the reason why although his skills and skills have improved a lot, and the realm of swordsmanship has been greatly honed and improved, the improvement of the three-style mystical sword style is gradually decreasing.

In the middle of the clearing, Han Chen stopped to ponder, and the heavy snow fell down, falling on his hair and clothes, gradually accumulating.

After a long time, he sighed lightly and said, "The way of martial arts requires continuous comprehension and perseverance, and it is not something that can be mastered overnight. Especially this Cold Snow Sword Technique is still a second-grade martial art, and it is especially difficult to comprehend it thoroughly. ”

Shaking his head, Han Chen no longer thought that since there was no shortcut, he could only comprehend slowly and down-to-earth.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, he twitched slightly, and with a soft groan, the Mo Han sword came out of its sheath and was held in his hand.

The tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground, Han Chen closed his eyes slightly, his mind was empty, and his thoughts slowly emanated, blending into the surrounding heaven and earth, blending into the falling snowflakes, and feeling it carefully.

Han Chen has already comprehended it quite deeply, and with his current level of comprehension, he will go one step further, even to the level of Guiguzi, but it is extremely difficult and cannot be completed in a short time.

And now that the cold winter style has been improved, the power shown, Han Chen is already very satisfied. So he decided to let go of the idea of consummating this style for a while, and instead began to specialize in the Blizzard style.

This style is not only a group attack sword style, but also a single attack sword style, when he killed Yan San, it can be seen that he is strong, and once his power is raised, Han Chen's hand will be able to add another hole card.

And how to comprehend this flying snow style, and what is the direction? Han Chen didn't know what to do, but when he talked to Guiguzi before, Guiguzi mentioned that this flying snow style was created by the scene of falling snow from roots.

And the essence of the sword style is also all on this snowy scene.

Therefore, at this time, if Han Chen wants to continue to improve his comprehension of the flying snow, the only way to start is from this snowfall.

Time passed slowly, and Han Chen's mind gradually melted into the snowflakes, forgetting himself, forgetting time, and forgetting everything.

Between my consciousness, I only feel that I am a snowflake, born from the sky, dancing with the wind, and melting when I fall to the ground.

It was getting dark, and it was night. The night passed, and a new day began.

The snowflakes in the sky were still fluttering in the wind, and Han Chen was holding the Mo Han Sword like this, standing quietly.

Gradually, I don't know how long it took, the heavy snow slowly decreased, gradually thinned, and finally stopped falling.

Above the sky, the thick dark clouds slowly dispersed, and a glimmer of light fell down, but in a moment, a blazing sun appeared from the clouds.

The dazzling sunlight poured down, bringing a touch of warmth to this snow-covered mountain.

Above the clearing of the valley, Han Chen was still standing quietly, the sun shining on his face, shining with a faint luster, and the cold wind hit lightly, blowing his clothes slightly fluttering.

I don't know how long I stood again.

At a certain moment, his eyelids trembled slightly, and then his eyes slowly opened, looking at the ground, the snow layer that looked extremely dazzling under the sunlight, and a trace of realization flashed in his dark eyes.

"Watching the snow, yes, it's not right!" Han Chen muttered softly.

"Although the snowflakes are condensed by water, they are white and flawless, not stained with dirt, like flying flotsam, light as nothing, and flying all over the sky with the cold wind. But there is no trajectory to speak, unpredictable, fascinating, and difficult to capture. ”

"The essence of Feixue's style lies in the word 'illusion'!" Han Chen's eyes flashed with a fine light, and his voice was extremely firm. (To be continued......)