Murong Han gasped and stared at the flying snow in front of him with a frown.

He knew very well that Murong Yunyi's strength was by no means just like this.

Just when the birds were silent, the ice and snow on the Yanwu Square gradually scattered, and everyone's eyes were on the place where Murong Yunyi vomited blood and flew out.

At this moment, the snow drifted away and the ice spikes fell.

There was a wisp of purple that was so rich that it suddenly broke through all the white barriers, and suddenly appeared on the frozen square.

Murong Han narrowed his eyes, his eyes were shining, staring at the extreme wisp of purple.

The wisp of purple, getting thicker and thicker, pierced out of a white mist, and instantly streaked across the entire square.

After the white mist dissipated, it could be vaguely seen that Murong Yunyi's figure was half-squatting on the ground, also gasping for breath, but the essence in his eyes was incomparable.

That wisp of rich purple was behind Murong Yunyi, like a sharp sword, standing proudly on the earth.

Murong Han suddenly laughed, laughing loudly, laughing very arrogantly.

Slowly stood up and slapped off the ice slag left on his hands from crushing the frozen sword.

Taking a deep breath, Murong Han was expressionless, and took off his upper body shirt, revealing the perfect muscles of his upper body.

After doing all this, Murong Han raised his head and smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth.

"Winter. ”

As soon as the word cold winter came out, Murong Han's whole breath changed suddenly.

If Murong Han before was just manipulating the cold to fight, then at this moment, when he shouted the word 'cold winter', he completely turned into a penetrating 'cold'.

Murong Han's whole person was like an endless ice cave, constantly emanating dark blue aura from his body.

These auras were completely different from the pale blue ice seal during the previous battle with Murong Yunyi, as soon as those dark blue auras appeared, the temperature on the field dropped sharply, as if some disciples with low cultivation had to resist them with aura blessings.

Countless people looked shocked, and looked at the cold artistic conception that was already thick to the dark blue.

What kind of person is Murong Han, and why can he cultivate his cold spirit to such a realm?

Jun Mianchen squinted his eyes, and at this moment, he also set off a monstrous wave in his heart.

The dark blue chill that emanated from inside Murong Han's body, he finally remembered where it came from......

At that time, in Donglai Island, he successfully stepped into the realm of Yuanying, and Luo Xiu's grandfather, that is, the old man surnamed Luo, once gave a piece of cold marrow from the extremely cold small world.

That piece of cold marrow is still in my storage bag!!

Nirvana Wuyuan once said that the cold marrow was very precious, even rarer than the flame marrow crystal nucleus that Ran Ji had been pursuing......

And now, the dark blue chill on Murong Han's body was exactly the same as the breath on that cold marrow!!

If it weren't for Murong Han's fact that he was indeed a disciple of the Murong family, Jun Mianchen would have exclaimed if he had anything to do with the Luo family!

......

On Yanwu Square, Murong Yunyi frowned deeply, at the other end of the square, the chill on Murong Han's body was too terrifying.

Murong Yunyi, who competed with Murong Han on the same stage, felt the most profoundly, the dark blue chill was unprecedented, and it was different from all the chills Murong Yunyi had ever seen!

In that coldness, there was a very strong killing intent, or it could be said to be a death intent, so that Murong Yunyi at this moment, just looking at Murong Han who was in the deep blue, had a feeling of coldness from head to toe.

Squinting his eyes, the purple sword behind Murong Yunyi suddenly burst out with an earth-shattering aura and headed straight for Murong Han.

Murong Han's face was expressionless, after shouting the word 'cold winter' just now, his body didn't move, and a powerful and incomparable chill emerged from his body, and the ground under Murong Han's feet was frozen and cracked for a while, forming the appearance of frost and soil.

With a stomp of his foot, the frost and soil under Murong Han's feet suddenly cracked, and at the same time that the immortal sword behind Murong Yunyi erupted with a powerful momentum, Murong Han actually reached out and pulled out a blue-black slender sword directly from the dark blue in front of him.

This blue-black sword is very long, about four feet, once it is formed, the earth-shattering cold aura that erupts from the blue-black sword is actually directly offset by the aura of the fairy sword behind Murong Yunyi, faintly freezing the aura of the fairy sword.

Murong Yunyi's pupils shrank, knowing that he couldn't wait any longer, otherwise, once Murong Han turned the entire Yanwu Square into frost, he would fall into an unfavorable environment for himself!

This Murong Han is building momentum!

With a flash of sharpness in his eyes, Murong Yunyi suddenly got up and stepped forward, the purple big sword behind him buzzed and fell, bursting out with a peerless posture of turning into ten thousand swords, instantly forming countless sword shadows in the entire square, rushing towards Murong Han.

At the last moment, I saw Murong Han's eyes narrow, and the blue-black sword in his hand was completed, and he was grabbed by Murong Han in his hand.

"This sword is called Rindong, it may not be as good as your Murong Yunyi's immortal sword, but ......"

Murong Han's eyes flashed with murderous intent, his face suddenly became a little hideous, and he shouted at the rushing Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Sword Shadows: "Winter is my soul!!, you Murong Yunyi is just relying on the immortal sword given by the family, besides that, what do you use to fight!!

Murong Han looked up to the sky and roared, as if he could feel the sorrow of his master, and an earth-shattering aura erupted from the blue-black sword body in an instant!

With a wave of his big hand, Murong Han shook the cold winter in his hand to death, and swept around the place, and the cold winter directly absorbed all the dark blue chill that permeated Murong Han on the sword body.

From a distance, it looks like a layer of dark blue is wrapped around the black-blue winter periphery.

Between the lightning and flint, Murong Han absorbed all the dark blue chill around him on the cold winter, and the aura that burst out of the cold winter was no weaker than the purple fairy sword standing in the ten thousand sword shadows.

"Battle !!"

Murong Han roared, and the cold winter in his hand flew out on its own, crossing a perfect arc in the air, and the long dark blue chill trailed, as if it couldn't keep up with the speed of the cold winter, and directly turned into an earth-shattering match in the eyes of everyone, and everywhere he passed, there was a cold winter.

Ten Thousand Sword Shadows and Rindong Sword collided directly together, countless sword shadows were frozen in ice, and they were frozen in mid-air and could not bombard down, and countless violent shock waves erupted, directly resounding in the air one after another.

The extreme cold of the Winter Sword was indestructible, and it directly penetrated the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Shadows, without the slightest hindrance.

Murong Han's eyes narrowed, his right hand stretched out like lightning, it was just a void grip, and in the next breath, Murong Han's figure disappeared in vain, and directly teleported next to the cold winter in mid-air.

Holding the cold winter, Murong Han's posture was in mid-air, and it was like a match, stabbing directly at Murong Yunyi on the other side of the square with a thunderous attitude.

Murong Yunyi's pupils shrank sharply, his hands snapped on the ground, and the sword intent of the purple fairy sword behind him suddenly burst out, causing the long swords in the hands of many of the disciples present to buzz.

This style is the power of the fairy sword.

The purple fairy sword had a charm, and as soon as the immortal sword intent that burst out appeared, it immediately locked on Murong Han from mid-air.

To be precise, it was the cold winter in Murong Han's hands!

The blue-black winter, the posture of a sword, is too dazzling, where the sword body passes, the air is completely frozen, like a whirlpool blooming a long ice flower channel in mid-air, and at the same time leaving a long blue-black trajectory.

Come like thunder and wrath!

It's like a clear light in the rivers and seas!

In less than a breath, the cold winter had already pierced the earth, Murong Yunyi's eyes shrank sharply, and in a hurry, the purple fairy sword behind him turned into a pool of purple qi, directly surrounding Murong Yunyi.

Rumble!!!!!!!

There was a deafening loud bang, and all the disciples were a little dizzy from being shocked by the huge wave of qi like the great collision of heaven and earth.

The elders of each sect immediately took action, separating their respective spectator seats with aura barriers to prevent the endless chill from spreading to their disciples.

And on the square, as the cold winter disappeared into the earth, the entire Yanwu Square began to turn into a frosty earth from the position where Murong Yunyi was standing, and even the ground collapsed into a deep pit several feet wide.

The snow, the ice, and the cold all over the sky make it impossible to see the situation on the field at all.

Di Xiu's right hand was in front of his eyebrows, resisting the violent frozen aura, and at the same time squinting his eyes deeply, watching the situation on Murong Yunyi's side.

"What a strong chill!!My time sword intent alone can't kill this Murong Han at all!!"

Chi Qiruo's eyes showed a strong essence, and it was also luck to resist the chill that came to his face, and his mouth let out a muttering exclamation.

Grand Elder Murong and Murong Changkong also worried at this moment, and looked nervously at the sky full of ice and flying snow in the Yanwu Square without saying a word.

......

On the Yanwu Square.

After Murong Han's formula, the qi in his body was seriously depleted, and after turning over, he jumped on the frost and soil, and just raised his head, wanting to take a look at the situation where the winter stabbed at Murong Yunyi's side.

At this moment, Murong Han had not yet stood firm, and suddenly his pupils shrank suddenly.

In the explosion-like and brilliant icy mist formed by the winter hitting the earth, a terrifying sword wave instantly rose, cutting through the sky, and slashing down towards him with sword shadows that could not keep up with its rhythm.

The sword wave was too fast, and it instantly grew larger in Murong Han's eyes as bright as ice, a touch of madness flashed in Murong Han's eyes, his whole body was full of qi and blood, he spit out a mouthful of essence blood, and his hands started from his forearm, and suddenly turned into a blue-black like winter!

At the same time as the sword shadow fell, Murong Han bared his teeth, his teeth were full of blood, his hands used all the strength of his body, condensed all the cold intentions around him, and met the huge sword shadow that came at him like lightning, and directly slapped his hands together in the air, holding the huge sword shadow's falling posture alive!!

The falling momentum of the huge sword shadow was tightly clasped by Murong Han's hands with blue-black streamers, and the two incomparable forces collided together, and suddenly an indescribable shock wave erupted at the place where Murong Han's palm touched the sword blade.

This shock wave erupted, directly cracking the frosty earth under Murong Han's feet, and the entire square sank by three feet and three points!

Murong Han's palms, forearms, big arms, and upper body were all bruised, and the blue-black chill seemed to flow under his skin, supporting Murong Han's body without being shattered by this immortal sword wave!

Yes!!!!!

Murong Han roared in the sky, his crazy demon posture exuded by his cloak, his hands held high with his own strength to hold the power of Murong Yunyi's immortal sword, and the sorrow of the flying snow and frost on the field, which stunned everyone present.

This scene will be immortal and eternal, reflected in the hearts of all those who think they are proud of heaven, and turned into eternity......

This......

is the real monk......

For the sake of an unfair fate, the ......

Fight against the sky......