"I'll only do it once, and I'll see it. The Heavenly Spirit Immortal Ancestor exuded a chill that was exciting, and said lightly.

Qingyang also retracted his playful appearance when he heard this, and at this moment, he became mature and stable again, and the light in his eyes was even more determined and focused.

Swish!

I saw that the Heavenly Spirit Immortal Ancestor slowly stretched out his slender hand, and a sharp lightsaber suddenly spread out from her arm, she raised this lightsaber slightly, and suddenly, a gust of wind moved, slightly brushing her face.

Qingyang's heart trembled suddenly, and a strange feeling suddenly permeated his body.

"Sword of the Wind. ”

The wind, and the wind, and the wind rise.

I can't taste it thoroughly, and the five flavors are mixed.

"Do you know why I let you taste the frozen pain of that extreme glacier?" the Heavenly Spirit Immortal Ancestor suddenly asked, and in her blurred light and shadow, there seemed to be a gaze like essence falling on Qingyang's body.

Sad laughter, happy tears, on the contrary, as true and false.

"Because in the frozen years, the five flavors are lost, and the starting style of this sword is to ask you to throw away the sense of the five senses, and diffuse this frozen feeling, and then evolve into an artistic conception, zuihou renders this world. "Tianling Immortal Ancestor's voice is very beautiful, but it gives people a feeling of indifference, only when she explains to Qingyang, her voice is full of warmth.

Airplanes.

As soon as her voice fell, a sense of ice slowly dispersed, and the next moment, Qing Yang only felt that his facial features were deprived again, that feeling was no different from after being frozen by the Polar Glacier, if there was any difference, it was that the feeling of freezing in front of him was stronger and more spiritual than in the Polar Glacier.

However, Qingyang is no longer the Qingyang it was at the beginning. I saw that the fire in his heart was also ignited at this moment, and in an instant, the cold meaning was driven out of his body by Qingyang.

"Very well, you look around again. The Heavenly Spirit Immortal Ancestor nodded. Road.

Hearing this, Qingyang also looked around with a slight puzzlement, and the next moment his gaze suddenly froze, what is this?

I saw that the space around Qingyang had been cut and disintegrated, it was a wind chill blade containing the power of space!

Shout!

Without waiting for Qingyang to react, the figure of the Heavenly Spirit Immortal Ancestor was dancing by itself, although it was only a blur of light and shadow, but the dancing posture made Qingyang look at it with fascination, the rhythm of the dance and the pace, it was really too handsome and beautiful. Chic without losing agility.

And the lightsaber also danced with the Heavenly Spirit Immortal Ancestor in a unique way, and when the sword danced, the figure of the Heavenly Spirit Immortal Ancestor also changed in front of Qingyang like a phantom.

Flowers, flowers, flowers.

Do not understand. The vicissitudes of the world.

"This is the sword of flowers. ”

In an instant, the lightsaber in the hand of the Heavenly Spirit Immortal Ancestor was scattered and turned into falling petals. Burst out in a peculiar way and at a speed. Suddenly, Qingyang's hairs stood up.

Qingyang's eyes froze, and his body jumped up as quickly as a conditioned reflex, and between his jumps, he was able to dodge the petals that shot out in a wonderful manner.

However, the lethality of this light petal surprised De Qingyang again. I saw that the space that was crossed by it was faintly falling apart and trembling, and when it burst into the ground, there was a loud roar. Looking at it again, there were already more terrifying pits in the same place, and the liliang of these petals was terrifying.

If it weren't for Qingyang, he had been trained by stepping on the light cone every day. I'm afraid that it has already been pierced by thousands of flowers now.

Bite!

At this moment, the movements on the Heavenly Spirit Immortal Ancestor's body changed suddenly, and for a while, a chill that penetrated the heart spread again, and a light snow actually floated between heaven and earth at this moment.

Seeing this, Qingyang was horrified, this artistic conception, Qingyang suddenly remembered the sword of the old sword, and the sword downstairs!

That sword, there was also such a celestial phenomenon, and snowflakes floated from the heavens and the earth. However, the difference is that the chill of the sword downstairs seems to be colder and more desolate than the artistic conception in front of him.

"This sword, the sword of snow. ”

Ming Ming Ming Ling Immortal Ancestor didn't make any moves, but Qingyang felt that the Heavenly Spirit Immortal Ancestor moved in front of him, as if the Heavenly Spirit Immortal Ancestor was hidden in the snowflakes in the sky.

Snow, velvet snow, velvet snow falling.

Who can tell the truth from the false?

Qingyang's eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly, he always had a bad premonition, and the snowflakes falling in front of him seemed to be hiding something.

Airplanes!

Qingyang seemed to have long eyes behind him, and his body naturally jumped up, and a falling snowflake behind him suddenly turned into a sharp sword light carrying a powerful Liliang swept in.

Boom!

The sword light swept over, cutting the space away, and the ground was torn out of a hideous crack, if it weren't for Qingyang's previous cultivation of the Tiantian Dodge Light Needle to practice this sense of crisis prediction, I'm afraid that Qingyang would have been torn apart by the sword light now.

"This kind of swordsmanship is incredible!" Qingyang's eyes widened, and a cold sweat had already broken out on his back at this moment.

"Zuihou a sword, you can't resist it, open your mind, to accept the artistic conception of this sword, the more you feel, the stronger this sword will be in your hand in the future. The Heavenly Spirit Immortal Ancestor did not respond to Qingyang, but just said to herself, her hazy figure began to become sad and heavy at this moment.

"Zuihou a sword, a sword of the moon. ”

Rumble!

With a loud buzzing sound, Qingyang's eyes widened, because the sky and the earth changed color again at this moment, the sun seemed to have set at this moment, and the color of the sun began to turn yellow, shining like residual blood.

And a round of blood moon also slowly rose from the back of the Heavenly Spirit Immortal Ancestor, and a heavy and sad sense of depression suddenly permeated the entire heaven and earth.

Moon, waning moon, waning moon rising.

The moon is full and lacking.

A sword was raised, the expression of the Heavenly Spirit Immortal Ancestor was extremely sacred, her lightsaber seemed to be dyed red by the waning moon behind her, and the blood red of the whole body was demonic, looking from a distance, it seemed that the waning moon was integrated into the lightsaber at this moment.

A vast realm of sorrow suddenly diffused from the waning moon, the pupils in Qingyang's eyes contracted violently, and a huge momentum locked his body and shrouded it.

And at this time, the waning moon finally dawned.

Blood-red light burst out from the lightsaber, like a half-moon remaining in the night, exuding amazing energy, and the swept red light tore the space straight away.

Rumble!

Qingyang couldn't resist at all, because all his thoughts were strangled under this waning moon, the blood red was like the remnant sun, but it had an amazing liliang, Qingyang only felt a tearing liliang tearing apart his body and soul, the sharp pain was simply indescribable, Qingyang tried to stop this liliang, but found that he couldn't stop it at all, whether it was Wang Qi or courage, it was all torn away like chicken ribs at this moment.

Bumper!

Thousands of blood-red rays of light swept out.

"The lonely boat and the waning moon sleep on his pillow. ”

The heavens and the earth changed color with a bang, and with a bang, this space began to collapse suddenly, and under the roar, it began to shatter into endless powder.

With a pop, Qingyang's whole body turned into a cloud of blood mist and exploded, ceasing to exist.

Airplanes!

In the next moment, the sword light of the Heavenly Spirit Immortal Ancestor began to fade away, and the blood-red sword light returned to a white lightsaber at this moment, and the waning moon behind it also slowly disappeared.

Everything, all gone.

With a bang, Qingyang's body reorganized again and appeared in front of the Heavenly Spirit Immortal Ancestor.

I saw Qingyang's eyes widen sluggishly, silently looking at the place where the waning moon had risen before, and from time to time an obscure and bright light flashed from his eyes.

"This is the sword of the wind and snow, let's take a good look. Heavenly Spirit Immortal Ancestor said softly, and in a flash, he disappeared in place. (To be continued......)

PS: I'm very satisfied with this chapter, I don't know what everyone thinks, I'll go rest first, and the second update in the evening.