This river beach is a muddy place with a certain slope, and the deeper the river grass becomes, the softer and thinner the silt.

Bang Bang Bang !!

Xuan Ling hurriedly ran downward, the dense blades of grass beating her with pain.

Xuan Ling ran while comforting herself in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, don't mess up, think about it again, what should you do next?"

Although the battle just now made her lose her left hand, it didn't hurt her soul. As long as the soul circle is still in her, she can move, and she can fight.

Fight with him?

Xuanling now only has two choices left, and he is out of the way, regardless of the three seven twenty-one who sacrifices his life to fight him. Avoid fighting the opponent head-on, and use escape to buy Fengshu a little more time.

"Run, I can't beat him, but at least I'll hold him back!"

Xuan Ling ran quickly in front, and Lu Yi chased after him with a sword.

"Right hand, left foot, head, back?" Lu Yi licked his tongue, looking forward to where the next sword would cut Xuanling, "Why don't you cut off her feet and torture her slowly!"

While speaking, Lu Yi gathered his luck, raised his right hand, and the sword swung forward, and a sword qi turned into a sword shape, which instantly came out from the tip of the sword.

Call...

A sword aura landed on her heel, blasting a bowl-sized mud puddle on the ground.

Xuan Ling had just dodged that blow, and the next blow had already come to her.

The three sword qi slammed towards her, boom, boom, boom!!

Weeds flying, dirt splashing, Xuan Ling's body is with these things, I don't know where it was bombarded?

Whew...

Xuan Ling gasped for breath, and a stream of mud poured into her mouth.

What is this place? Her eyes were dark, and her eyes were filled with inky black water.

Perhaps she could have escaped such a mistake? She slammed downwards and crawled deeper into the darkness.

Lu Yi arrived with a sword, but in the blink of an eye, Xuan Ling disappeared out of thin air in front of his eyes.

"Come out of me, come out for me?"

Lu Yi slashed with his sword, and after the strong wind passed, clumps of deep grass were cut off at the waist.

There is no grass in the east, nor in the west, and there are no broken grass scattered in the air.

Lu Yi held the sword in his right hand, and the hilt of the sword was pinched by him. He bit his lip, his eyes bulging, and his nostrils filled with heaviness. A green worm buzzed into his lap.

Why do you even have to fight against me?

He threw down his sword and slammed the green worm into powder.

Just now, Lu Yi was still enjoying it, playing that interesting torture game. Just when he was in high spirits, the prey disappeared.

How can he not be angry?

Lu Yi jumped up, kicked his legs and feet, and the grass flew wildly.

"Come out, damn beast, I will make you die a happy death. Lu Yi was furious, jumped up, walked his legs angrily, and slashed forward with one foot, and the move was the fast and ruthless Foshan Shadowless Foot.

The moment his foot touched the ground, he felt that something was wrong. By the time he reacted, his legs were sunk in the swamp.

Lu Yi's feet kicked sharply, his hands were clenched, he wanted to get out of the quagmire quickly, but the more he struggled, the faster he fell.

He only cared about chasing Xuan Ling all the way, and he was very far away from the four Yang brothers.

"Yang Boci come and pull me out," Lu Yi raised his breath and shouted, and the only thing that answered him was a whine, "Damn!"

There was no way, he had to adjust his breathing and stop moving, hoping that his body could sink a little slower.

I hope that the four brothers of the Yang family can solve Fengshu quickly, and then come to him and forcibly pull him out of the swamp.

"Yo, are you looking for me?" Ten meters to Lu Yi's right, Xuan Ling's whole body was black, and her clothes, pants, and hair were dripping with sewage.

"Don't come here, or I'll want you to be torn to pieces. Lu Yi shouted loudly, but the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, and his neck fell back unnaturally.

"The sky has eyes, thanks to this swamp hole that saved me. Hmph, but you're not so lucky. You just hurt me, I want to pay you back tenfold and hundred!" Xuan Ling stopped half a foot away from him, right at the junction of swamp and hard ground.

Xuan Ling squatted down, gathering qi with one hand, and a cold aura was faintly visible.

"Ugly monster, do you know who I am? My father is the hall master of the Tiger Hunting Hall, as long as you dare to hurt me a single hair, I will kill your whole family!"

Xuan Ling nodded, touched the ground with one palm, and a steady stream of cold air continued to converge on Lu Yi's body.

"You... Give me... Wait—" He stammered, staccato and finally finished the phrase.

Hmph, if you do evil in heaven, you can still violate it, and you can't live if you do it yourself.

"Frozen three feet!" Xuan Ling added internal strength, and a steady stream of cold air continued to pour towards Lu Yi.

This freezing three feet is not an offensive move, but a sealing technique. One of its major features is that it gradually seals the enemy's mobility.

Another characteristic is that it takes a long time to cast spells and continuously instills cold energy. In battle, unless the enemy is seriously injured or has an accident, this move cannot be done at all.

Click, a ball of white crystals turned out of the mud, and the white crystals quickly converged with the water, forming pieces of cold ice.

Crackling, the cold ice seemed to be conscious, and rushed towards Lu Yi.

At first, he only felt that his hands and feet were cold.

After a while, his body began to tremble slightly, and his hands and feet could not move.

On his head, hands, and feet, thick ice began to form.

At this time, he wanted to bow his head and ask for mercy, but he couldn't even say anything with a mouth. Only the teeth chattered up and down, making a soft clicking sound.

After a while, he felt that the blood flowing in his body was cold and cold. He used his internal strength to increase the flow of blood. Unexpectedly, the blood vessels constricted, the blood flow slowed, the chest hurt, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The thickness of the body covered by ice cubes increases at a rate visible to the naked eye, one foot, two feet, three feet.

Blocks of ice wrapped around his body from top to bottom, and the ice grew thicker and thicker until it reached three feet.

The density of ice is less than that of water, and when the trick of freezing three feet is completed, Lu Yi's body emerges from the mud along with the ice.

Three feet of ice enveloped him, like a unique and heavy transparent coffin.

In order to prevent him from suffocating to death, Xuan Ling specially left a fist-sized hole in the ice.

Whew, a trace of white gas slowly floated out of the cave.

Lu Yi felt that his whole body, all his internal organs, were hung in the ice cellar.

It's cold, it's too cold.

It was so cold that his eyes were closed, his consciousness was blurred, and he entered a state of suspended animation.

Xuan Ling sat on the ground weakly, casting spells for a long time, making her almost exhausted her internal strength.

She stumbled to her feet and retrieved her severed hand and finger.

She dragged her tired body and walked back step by step.

How did she escape from the swamp?

It turned out that under the swamp, there was a hidden passage to the right, and the secret passage was filled with sewage. Xuan Ling originally swam into the dark passage in order to avoid disaster, but who expected that she would be blessed by misfortune and let her subdue this wicked person by mistake.