Different from Long Feng Xuan's cyan sword qi true yuan, Long Qingyi's cyan true yuan is a special talent associated with the power of life, and with his big drink, his body is like fried beans.

"Kaba... Kaba ....." The sound kept coming out, and in the blink of an eye, Long Qingyi's body became a lot bigger, Long Fengxuan was a little surprised when Long Qingyi became bigger, and it wasn't until the end that Long Fengxuan slowly shook his head, compared with his ten-zhang tall body, Long Qingyi's means were less than half his size, and he was not five zhang high.

"Ah??? "The disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Palace are really a little unexpected, I didn't expect that there would be such unexpected exercises, and this will also be possible thanks to special talents, with the change of Long Qingyi, the people around couldn't help but whisper.

"Hahahaha, that's good! If you admit defeat easily, it will be too boring!" Leng Hanruo looked at Long Qingyi, whose body had become larger, and laughed wildly, without putting Long Qingyi in his eyes at all.

With a cold and arrogant laugh, his eyes suddenly changed, and his right hand slowly held the fairy sword behind his back, which was the sword of the Qinglian Sword Immortal.

Long Fengxuan watched this scene quite silently, thinking that if Leng Han couldn't control this sword at the beginning, he should be able to control it freely now, right?

As if confirming Long Fengxuan's conjecture, Leng Hanruo slowly walked towards the ruins of the A-shaped ring while slowly pulling out the Qinhuang Sword.

"Silk ..... Silk ......" accompanied by the sound of the Qinhuang sword unsheathed, and everyone in the martial arts arena with strong vitality suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, and subconsciously pulled the clothes on their bodies.

"Step on the ..... and step on the ......." A whistling cold phoenix appeared so suddenly, accompanied by Leng Hanruo's footsteps, the chill became stronger and stronger.

"Click, click, click....." As Leng Hanruo slowly drew his sword, and on the road he walked, layers of frost condensed like this, looking around, I don't know when the entire martial arts arena has been covered by frost, and it is exuding bursts of cold.

"Hmph, is it only this extent? Far from enough!" At this moment, Long Qingyi in the ring felt a cold chill the moment Leng Hanruo drew his sword.

As the cold became more and more cold, Long Qingyi shouted, and at this moment, he couldn't care about Zuo Ziyang's password, and the cyan true yuan turned crazy again, and his eyes turned blue.

"Click, click, click....." With Long Qingyi's movements, followed by the sound of the entire A-shaped ring, countless bamboos grew from the ground, and the emerald green tender bamboos broke through the cold frost layer from the ground one after another, making a clattering sound of ice breaking.

"This is ......" Many disciples of Immortal Sword Valley exclaimed, Long Qingyi's vitality actually had such an effect, at this moment, Long Qingyi's body was originally more than three feet tall, and a bamboo forest was densely formed around it.

"Monk Mu Linggen?" Long Fengxuan looked at this familiar scene, not only shook his head, Leng Hanruo was defeated by this kind of move at the beginning, if he didn't learn his lesson now, he would no longer be Leng Hanruo now.

Long Qingyi's move made Leng Hanruo's slow walking steps pause, and then his teeth clenched, and the sound of "squeaking" came out clearly.

"Thanks to you, I didn't expect to be able to avenge the revenge of the year in my lifetime!" Leng Hanruo gritted his teeth and looked at this scene, remembering the final duel between Qin Hanzong and Yun Xiaoqi, Long Fengxuan perfectly interpreted the artistic conception of Hanmei blooming in winter on the basis of his own artistic conception.

"I'll leave you a whole corpse ........." A wicked smile crossed the corner of Leng Hanruo's mouth, and the aqua blue True Yuan began to run wildly.

Everyone present subconsciously wanted to tighten their clothes, just drawing the sword before made people's hearts chill, this time the firepower is fully open, Zhenyuan is running and does not freeze to death, many disciples of Fairy Sword Valley want to cry without tears, Fairy Sword Valley has a humid climate and four seasons of Changchun, and they have never experienced the taste of cold at all, besides, everyone is also a monk, basically the same all year round, and Zhenyuan does not feel hot or cold. 000 Literature

It's just that what they couldn't dream of was that watching a battle Zhenyuan couldn't stop the bone-eating chill, and the cold from the bottom of their hearts couldn't stop it, and now they all regret not wearing a few more clothes.

As a result, to everyone's great disappointment, the true yuan that was running like crazy did not cause any severe frost, and in Long Wuyong's frightened eyes again, Leng Hanruo slowly opened his blue eyes, and his pupils were dark blue, and the blue made people addicted to it and couldn't extricate themselves.

A ripple came out of the void, and such a picture appeared in everyone's eyes, a lonely boy walked silently in the earth, the people around him were full of coldness, and they all pointed at him, and the boy turned a deaf ear and walked silently in the crowd.

The cold winter is coming, the snow is full of frost, the young man walks in the snowy night with his shoulders and bare feet, he doesn't dare to stop, the cold snow and the howling cold wind renders a frosty and cold ice world.

At this time, Long Fengxuan's eyes flashed with a bloody light, he came to his senses, shook his head, there was no heavy snow in front of him, only Leng Hanruo slowly walked towards the A-shaped ring.

"What a powerful artistic conception!" Long Fengxuan secretly sighed and looked around, most of them were in the artistic conception, except for the masters of the major holy places, of course.

It's just that what Long Fengxuan didn't expect was that at this moment, the masters of the major holy lands were also observing the performance of the people present, maybe the masters of the major holy lands did not fall into the artistic conception from the beginning, and it is no wonder that the masters of the major holy lands did not have such a little artistic conception, and their hearts were not resolute, so how could they step into the Yuanying realm.

Long Fengxuan only woke up after a while, and then Shi Yan also shook his head, with a contemplative face, and then it was Shi Xiong, scratching his head a little suspiciously, obviously he didn't understand a little, after that, the two disciples of Tianlong Palace also woke up, Long Wuyong looked at Yue Mo behind him, still a shocked expression, and at the moment Zhenyuan Operation forcibly made Yue Mo wake up.

The masters of the major holy lands narrowed their eyes one after another, from which it can be seen that the three Shi Yan people to challenge are not simple, Long Wuyong's expression is full of hatred and confusion, it was Shi Yan before, and now it is cold and cold, gray-white pupils, why did the talent underworld fail to pass the test in the first place?

Cold blue pupils, accompanied by the Extremely Cold Ice Spirit Root, now he doesn't know there, these two disciples are from the East China Sea Realm, but it is true that they have never entered the Heavenly Dragon Palace.

It's one thing to wake up at the moment, but it doesn't affect the evolution of Leng Hanruo's artistic conception, and the masters of the major holy lands just paid a little attention to the situation and then continued to watch.

The young man's walking gradually slowed down, his whole body was frostbitten, his body trembled, his eyes were about to dissipate, his trembling body was about to fall down at any time, his whole body was covered with ice ballast, the breath in the young man's mouth was getting weaker and weaker, and finally he could no longer support it and was about to fall to the ground the next moment.

When he was dying, the boy opened his eyes and looked at the world for the last time, and a palm-sized blue chick appeared in front of him, "chirping" and wailing, perhaps also hating this cold winter.

The boy laughed, and the only remaining consciousness took the fledgling into his already cold chest, and then fell sideways on the snow, and the snow filled the boy's body and soon became a lump of ice.

The blue chick was protected by the boy in his arms, temporarily blocking the ravages of the cold wind, although the boy's body did not have a trace of warmth, but it was much better than before in the cold wind.

"Chirp...."The blue chick looked at the young man's gradual transformation into an ice lump, and screamed dissatisfiedly, and then turned into a blue ball of light and slowly integrated into the boy's body.

The snow was still falling, and the boy's body had long been covered by the snow, turning into a thick layer of ice, and becoming a part of the cold winter world, day after day, year after year, I don't know how long it had been.

"Woo ......" a scream, with a terrible birdsong, the entire ice world suddenly became fierce, and the thick ice layer cracked one by one without warning.

"Click, click, click....." The cracks continued to grow, until a huge crater appeared, and a black shadow rose into the sky.