"Shoot, or you won't stand a chance. Qingyi's voice was gentle with a hint of coldness.

What kind of exercises has this guy practiced, and he is so cold?

Open the door, the five elements belong to water, and the extreme of water is ice. Judging from this guy's character, he should have cultivated to this point a long time ago, and he should have taken the path of Tumuyao.

Lin Mochen did not take out the heavy sword, but raised his body technique to the extreme.

"Real Wing. ”

After outlining a pair of bloody wings on the back, the zombie state is once again revealed.

"Zombie Mochizuki. ”

It is impossible for Lin Mochen to be imprudent, this is a master above the third level of the witch.

The reason why he didn't take out the heavy sword was because he had other plans.

"Let's make a move, let me see the master of the fourth level of the witch. ”

"Really?"

As soon as Lin Mochen heard this voice, the hairs on his body stood up.

Cold, a different kind of cold from Tumu Yaobing. Compared with the previous hidden and unrevealed cold, this kind of cold pierces the bone marrow, and instantly hurts the nerves, coagulates blood, and freezes bones.

"Inch Step", with the support of "Blood Cloud Wings", suddenly broke through the original power, allowing Lin Mochen to appear in the air in an instant.

"What a powerful body!" Lin Mochen couldn't help but admire.

"I don't need you to praise it, this is only half of my skill, if you don't make another move, our battle will be over in the next move. ”

Qing Yi's eyes were indifferent, which was completely contrary to his tone, but more in line with his words.

"Please!"

Lin Mochen put away the shock in his heart and coldly spit out a word.

In the face of Lin Mochen's provocation, Qingyi's body exuded a strong cold air, causing the temperature in the cave to drop by dozens of degrees out of thin air.

is worthy of being a master of suppression in the wounded door, and this kung fu is above the average master of the fifth generation of generals, and his strength should be at the peak of the fourth level of the witch.

Coming to such a conclusion, in addition to vertigo, Lin Mochen wanted to scold more.

Tumu Yao, this is killing me!

"Zombie Mochizuki"!

The exercises in the body were pushed by the power of consciousness to run faster, quickly clearing the stiffness caused by the cold. Then, a layer of blood emanated from his body, protecting his body.

"Cold as ice. ”

Just when Lin Mochen was on guard, a faint layer of ice appeared on Qingyi's hands, exuding an endless chill.

Although it was strange that Qingyi had given up the advantage of his body, Lin Mochen did not dare to slack off.

The previous move was already so strong, and the next move will not be weaker than that one.

"Poof!"

After a soft sound, Lin Mochen glanced at the original place in another direction, where there was a streak of air frozen in ice, and then quickly dissipated.

As for Qingyi, he was slowly retracting his right hand, which had returned to its original state at this time, with a large palm like a fan.

If he hadn't prepared in advance, Lin Mochen would have been frozen in ice.

That's the second trick. Lin Mochen's scalp was numb.

Finding that Lin Mochen had escaped and was looking at himself, Qingyi shook his head, as if he was dissatisfied with himself.

Just when Lin Mochen was filled with anger, his hands moved again, covering the thin ice as before.

Lin Mochen was not surprised that Qingyi was able to control the exercises with both hands. It would be strange if he couldn't master it.

"Inch Step" runs again, his body moving in the air, but his eyes have never left Qingyi's body.

Facing the erratic Lin Mochen, Qingyi slowly pushed out his hands, as if he was holding two palms at random.

Lin Mochen's heart tightened, because he found that the chill in front of him was ten points stronger, which hindered his movements a little.

With his feet staggered, his body was also ten points taller out of thin air with the help of real wings.

Feeling the cold air sweeping under his feet, the strength of his body was released, and the ice on his feet was shaken off.

"You've practiced this well. Qingyi's voice was still so gentle, but the movements of his hands were not like that.

Unlike before, there was a significant speed difference between the two palms, one fast and one slow.

What made Lin Mochen even more uncomfortable was that in addition to the fast and slow in his hands, Qingyi's body also appeared fast and slow, as if two different bodies were running two different exercises.

With the help of Shi Yi, Lin Mochen left a string of figures in the air.

The ice on the right hand was moving rapidly, and the ice was a few points thicker than before.

Well?

Just as Lin Mochen focused his attention on his right hand, a cold air appeared behind him silently.

It's actually a slow palm first out!

A heavy sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and he casually flicked it from the bottom to the back, hitting the cold air that was about to come up. At the same time, the figure twisted out a strange posture, letting another cold air pass.

Carrying the heavy sword and falling to the ground, his mouth opened, and several pieces of ice were spat out.

Although the second cold qi did not fall on Lin Mochen, his powerful power was still affected by him.

"Weapons, they should have been taken out a long time ago. Qingyi's eyes were still cold, and his expression did not change in the slightest.

"Good means, the exercises have reached the realm of transformation!"

Facing the other party's disdain, Lin Mochen still admired.

Holding the heavy sword in his hand, he inexplicably felt a sense of relief. Not because it was unaffected by the cold, but because it was a sense of security.

Is this the role of the machine spirits?

Ignoring the thoughts in his heart, Lin Mochen put the heavy sword in his hand into the most comfortable move, attacking and retreating. What's more, this move is the move of "Nameless Sword Style".

"Pointing to the east and the west. ”

The heavy sword in his hand swung out a move of the first level move, and fell towards Qingyi with a thick blood aura.

Under the confusion of the swordsmanship, Qingyi's palms fell to the other side. However, he was not injured by his extremely fast body, but his entire body withdrew from the attack range.

"Stuff is messing around. ”

Dozens of messy shadows appeared in the air.

"The spring is cold. ”

Qingyi's hands were poor, and two ice curtains appeared in front of the sword shadow.

This sword technique with Lin Mochen's eight successes shattered a piece of ice, and when it landed on Qingyi's palm, it quickly dissipated.

is such a powerful pair of hands, and he can take nearly two percent of his skills at will.

Lin Mochen was secretly shocked in his heart, these palms had been practiced to the point of being restrained in Xuangong, and he couldn't hurt it in the slightest.

The heavy sword was dispatched again, and the fourth move of "Nameless Sword Style" was used, "The sword shadow is shattered." "This is the last resort at the first level.

Qingyi's face finally changed, first his eyes, which released a cold aura, and then his face, which was more solemn.

"The third form of "Cold Ice Palm", the spring is cold. ”

The same move, but it emitted a cold aura that was several times stronger than before.

"Cold Ice Palm", isn't this the martial arts of the blue-winged bat king Wei Yixiao?

The real Bat King?