In the tall mountains and forests, the snow is falling, the cold wind is sweeping, and the thick snow layer accumulated on the big trees due to several days of snowfall has also been blown down because of this, but before it can fall to the ground, it is directly frozen by the temperature in the air that has dropped to the freezing point, and it has become a large lump of ice, and it has fallen to the ground with a bang.

The snow on the forest ground is also quickly frozen into ice with the naked eye, and the cold and biting cold air is even more severe under the cold wind.

The two sword moves Han Chen used extremely fast, but the kung fu between breaths had already been completed.

The lightning-black sword was in front of it, slashing towards the pursuing torture at an extremely fast speed, and the snowflakes that covered the sky like swords and swords with endless sharp aura, under the strong cold wind, followed closely behind.

Casting the two sword moves of Winter and Flying Snow in succession, Han Chen exhaled a long breath, but at this time, Han Chen did not put away his sword and turned to leave.

What level of strength has been reached, Han Chen didn't know what kind of Dao Dao he had, but he knew that just relying on the two sword styles of Rindong and Feixue, it was impossible for him to have much impact on the latter.

With a flick of his fingers, Han Chen took out two more Qi Returning Pills from the empty ring, and flicked them into his mouth with his fingers, but instead of swallowing them immediately, he hid them under his tongue.

The feet were trampled again and again, and the speed of eight steps to catch the cicadas was exerted again and again, and the speed did not decrease at all and rushed towards the 100,000 mountains behind him, although there were many trees in the forest, but under his soul perception, it was not affected at all.

After doing all this, Han Chen's eyes suddenly froze. As soon as his mind moved, the little true qi left in the dantian cyclone surged out like a floodgate under his urging, and at the same time, the Mo Han Sword in his hand also began to swing again.

Xing Li stepped on the long sword, and pursued it extremely quickly, and the strong wind in the forest with cold chill continued to blow, blowing Xing Li's long shirt and long hair flying. It's amazing to look at it. Like the tide of the sea, towards the sword and snow that he devoured, his eyes narrowed slightly, his face showed a trace of solemnity, and he secretly said in his heart: "Who is this kid and where does he come from." Judging by the power of these two moves. It has definitely reached the level of the sword soldier realm. It's not even weaker than a four-star swordsman. ”

"This kid is only the strength of the Sword Master Realm, the power of a sword, but he can reach the level of the four-star Sword Skill Realm. The level of this volume of martial arts swordsmanship has definitely reached the level of the earth. ”

"What is the origin of this kid, not only is his strength comparable to that of the Sword Warrior Realm at a young age, but he also has such a high-level martial arts!" Xing Li's gaze hidden in his eyelids flickered slightly.

But immediately, a trace of ruthlessness appeared on the face of the torturer, no matter how strong Han Chen's background was, he would definitely not let him go.

"Boy, I'll see how long you can last!" Torture's eyes suddenly opened, Sen Han's killing intent surged from his eyes, and cold words slowly spit out from his mouth.

When the words fell, Xing Li's eyes were firmly fixed on Han Chen not far ahead, and his mind tried his best to urge the true yuan in the Gu Dantian, and the speed did not decrease at all.

The pitch-black sword and sharp snowflakes that manifested from the two styles of cold winter and flying snow instantly rolled like a wave, sweeping in, but for the two sword moves that Han Chen swung with amazing momentum, the punishment was not in his eyes at all.

The power of the two sword styles is indeed extraordinary, especially when the two styles are fired together, the power is increased several times, even if the martial artists of the four-star sword realm see it, they can only temporarily avoid the edge and dodge one way.

But no matter how strong it is, it is only the power of the sword realm.

"Cut!" Xing Li's face was cold, and he snorted coldly.

The next moment, I saw Xing Li's arm raised, and I didn't see any powerful sword moves he cast, but his arm shook, and the long sword in his hand that exuded the sharp qi suddenly swung forward, and I saw a thick golden sword condensed out of the air with the swing of the long sword.

This golden sword light is not at all comparable to the sword light that was sent out casually before, the thick sword light is condensed like a substance, and the faint golden halo shines slightly on the sword light, and the endless edge and sharpness emanate from the sword light, showing its huge power.

Sou!

As soon as the golden sword appeared, it slashed forward at an extremely fast speed, and the powerful sword qi tore through the air, causing a roaring sound, and where it passed, the big trees collapsed and the ground was plowed out of a thick ravine, and the momentum was extremely amazing.

At this time, Han Chen's sword rays and sharp snowflakes that were manifested from the two styles of cold winter and flying snow were also rolling in, but in the blink of an eye, they came into contact with the golden sword rays that came from them.

Poof!

The next moment, there was a sudden sound in the air like a tearing cloth.

Han Chen's eyes raised, following the prestige, and suddenly his heart sank, only to see that under the golden sword light, the pitch-black sword light was like a withered branch, and it was instantly cut in half, shooting towards both sides, the pitch-black sword was extremely sharp, cutting off more than a dozen big trees along the way before it dissipated into the air.

And the golden sword continued to slash forward without any diminishing power.

Han Chen took a deep breath and immediately withdrew his gaze, instead concentrating on the true qi in Gu's body. Xing Li's strength was far beyond his imagination, even though he already knew that these two sword moves could not affect him much, but he was still shocked at this time.

The latter didn't show any martial arts at all, just a mediocre sword, and he easily broke the cold winter.

The strength of the Sword King's powerhouse is really terrifying!

Now that the cold winter has been broken, the remaining flying snow will definitely not be able to stop it anymore, so Han Chen no longer has hope, and can only complete the third sword as soon as possible.

With the rapid swing of the Mo Han Sword in Han Chen's hand, a faint white mist emerged from the dark long sword, and with the appearance of the white mist, the temperature around him, which was already about to freeze, began to continue to drop.

Han Chen's movements were extremely fast, and between the swings of the Mo Han Sword in his hand, only vague sword shadows were left, and the dark sword body formed a sword curtain in front of Han Chen's body.

With the rapid movement of the sword, a trace of white mist continued to emerge, and it became thicker and thicker, and soon, it completely enveloped Han Chen.

And when Han Chen was trying his best to complete the third sword, in the air, the golden sword light finally met the flying snow.

And the result is as Han Chen expected, the flying snow is a simulated snowfall scene, the cold wind blows, the snowflakes scatter, the sword-like snowflakes borrow the momentum of the cold wind, turn into thousands of swords, attack in all directions, no rules, no track, although the power of a single snowflake is not strong, but its density and range are very large, which makes people unguardable.

But in the face of that golden sword, the Flying Snow Style lost its due power, and was as fragile as a piece of tissue paper.

Under the powerful sword aura of the golden sword, the snow in the sky trembled suddenly, and the next moment, the cold wind stopped, and the snow drifted all the snow was crushed by the fierce sword qi, turning into snow spots in the sky, and falling down.

Sou!

After continuously breaking through the two styles of Winter and Flying Snow, the golden halo above the golden sword was also a little dimmed, but the speed did not decrease at all, like a golden lightning, slashing towards Han Chen.

"Boy, it doesn't matter who you are, but since you killed my Wanbing Zhai, you have to pay for it!" At this time, the torture force in the distance had quickly caught up, looking at Han Chen with cold eyes, and said in a cold voice.

However, in the face of Xing Li's words full of murderous intent, Han Chen simply ignored them.

At this time, his mind was focused on the Mo Han Sword in his hand, and the true qi in his body flowed rapidly in the meridians under his mental urging valley.

Looking at Han Chen's appearance, a trace of gloom flashed in the depths of his eyes, but he didn't say anything more, urging Gu Zhenqi with all his might, and chased after him more and more urgently.

However, his speed was not much faster than Han Chen, from discovering that the soul aura of Mu Mad in the transmission sword had dissipated, and rushing back to the beast city, to pursuing Han Chen at this time.

During this period, he had already rushed to the distance of two hours in a row, even if he had the strength of the six-star Sword King Realm, it would have consumed a lot, otherwise, Han Chen, who was only a cultivation of the four-star Sword Master Realm, and the eight-step chase of the Dacheng Realm, how could it be delayed for so long.

From the golden sword rays breaking through the two sword styles of winter and flying snow, to the pursuit of the punishment, although it seems to be very long, it is only a fleeting effort.

The speed of the golden sword was extremely fast, like a lightning flash, and in the blink of an eye, it had already arrived in front of Han Chen.

At this time, Han Chen's eyes were still lowered, waving the long sword in his hand, the endless sharp and fierce sword qi wrenched the air to pieces, and the wind that set off made Han Chen's robe and black hair blow in the wind, and the next moment, Han Chen was about to be cut in half by the golden sword.

Looking at this scene, a touch of joy appeared on Xing Li's face, but at this time, his face looked very hideous, and this joy also turned into a hideous smile.

The death of the sixth-order demon core and Mu Mad all pointed to Han Chen.

Han Chen didn't care if he was dead or alive, he just needed to obtain the sixth-order demon core and bring his corpse back.

However, the next moment, a voice sounded, but his eyes flashed slightly.

"The Third Form of Cold Snow Mystery - Water Cold!" (To be continued......)