It was a woman's voice, but it was not delicate, but rather cold, and it was obviously a pretty strong person. When the soldiers heard her voice, they shouted one after another, "See General Leng!"

Although Ling Ye heard her shouting, he didn't really hear her words and stopped, and still walked down the stairs without looking back.

With a snort, the wind behind me sounded, and something flew through the air, and the momentum was very urgent!

Don't think about it, it must be that General Leng saw that Ling Ye ignored his words at all, so he shot directly.

Ling Ye heard clearly, and his figure flashed to the left. The thing flying from behind grazed his clothes and flew like lightning, hitting the big red pillar of the gatehouse in front of him with a snap, and nailed directly to it, and the tail trembled violently.

Ling Ye glanced at it, and it was a scabbard, and the mouth of the scabbard was facing him. He took a slight breath, his face changing slightly.

The rival is coming!

The scabbard has no edge, and after this cold general threw it, he was able to nail it into the big red pillar, and the strength in his hand can be seen how sharp it is!

Although Ling Ye practiced the Xuantian Tribulation Fire Skill, he couldn't do this at the moment. This woman surnamed Leng is probably far above him in terms of skill!

The group of soldiers applauded: "General Leng's shot is really extraordinary!"

"Just a scabbard can scare the kid out of the!"

"If the kid doesn't stand up obediently, he will take your life next time!"

In the shouts of the soldiers, Ling Ye still walked forward on his own, still not looking back, but raised twelve points of vigilance in his heart.

Suddenly there was a flash of brilliance in the background. At this time, it was dusk, the sky was dark, this light flashed, and the gatehouse in front of him was suddenly brightened.

At the same time, a cold air with a strong wind surging from behind, approaching the back of Ling Ye in the blink of an eye, the cold air was fierce, seeping into the skin, as if frost fell from the sky all of a sudden, and it was terrifyingly cold.

This woman surnamed Leng has used a weapon, right?

Without thinking, Ling Ye immediately moved under his feet, and suddenly jumped behind the pillar on the right side of the gatehouse. With a sound of grabbing, a cold air struck, and the pillar was slashed by a sharp blade, and there was a tremor suddenly.

Ling Ye looked sideways and saw that it was a deep blue sword tip, like ten thousand years of ice, shining with a deep and mysterious brilliance. You don't need to ask to know that this is an extremely rare big sword, and the person who can have such a sword, even if he is not the top master on the Heavenly Frost Continent, has a close relationship with the top master.

Who could this be?

With a thud, the ice-blue sword was withdrawn sharply, and the cold general behind him said coldly: "I just don't want to cut off the pillar in front of the marshal's mansion." Otherwise, this sword will cut you in two!"

Ling Ye snorted, and said coldly: "You should try it! Don't think that having a big ice blue sword is amazing!"

General Leng also snorted: "The kid is looking for death!"

As he spoke, the cold came again. The big ice-blue sword conjured up countless sword shadows, rolling towards Midnight from the right.

Ling Ye had already secretly used Xuangong at the same time as he spoke, and carried the fire phase power of the nameless Xuangong all over his body, and when he saw the sword shadow coming, he was about to turn his body around, turned out from behind the pillar, and pounced on the cold general behind him like lightning.

It was only at this time that he saw the appearance of this cold general. It was a tall young woman wearing a pure white tight-fitting armor, holding an ice-blue long sword, and the long hair that was scattered outside was also pure white, although it was heroic, it was also quite strange.

The most bizarre thing is that her eyes are also ice blue, almost the same color as the long sword in her hand!

At this time, she was still fighting, and Ling Ye didn't care to take a closer look for a while, and rushed to her like lightning, stretched out her left hand, and grabbed her right arm to make a sword.

General Leng's face was already cold, and at this time, his face was more like a layer of frost, and he reprimanded: "The kid is looking for death!" As he spoke, he took a half step back and let go, and with a flick of his wrist, the ice blue long sword turned into a sword shadow again, stabbing at Ling Ye's chest like the tip of a sword.

Ling Ye had never seen such a sword technique, but since he learned the Divine Shadow Technique, no matter how fast things or movements in the world were, in his eyes, they would slow down. Although the ice-blue long sword in General Leng's hand had turned into countless sword shadows, in his eyes, it was just a false move, and he could still see which sword shadow was the real kill.

Just seeing it clearly doesn't necessarily mean being able to parry. This ice-blue sword must be very sharp, if you are not careful, it is a trivial matter if your fingers are gone, and it is the most fatal thing to have your head cut off.

Ling Ye didn't dare to take her long sword hard, so she could only take a step back, and with her right palm, a scorching palm wind struck in front of General Leng, shouting, "Stand back!"

This Leng General uses an icy long sword, and his cultivation must also be the extremely cold Xuangong, which is completely opposite to his original Xuantian Tribulation Fire Skill. Water and fire are things that restrain each other, and whoever has higher skills will be able to restrain each other. This General Leng is probably more powerful than him, but at this moment, Ling Ye can't retreat.

General Leng sensed the scorching palm wind coming, and his face was slightly moved: "Good boy, it turns out that cultivation has Xuan Gong, no wonder it is so rampant!"

In front of Ling Ye's scorching palm wind, she was able to withstand it casually, and this skill was higher than Ling Ye in any case.

Ling Ye knew this, hey, his body slid sideways to the side, his right hand turned into a fist, and a punch hit General Leng's shoulder, and said coldly: "I'm not rampant, it's your little soldiers here who are too rampant!"

General Leng also retreated, sneering: "Nonsense! Ran to the Marshal's Mansion and beat the guard, and you still said that you are not rampant!"

While speaking, the two advanced and retreated, and fought for more than ten rounds. General Leng has a sword in his hand, and Ling Ye's body is extremely fast, and he is even victorious for a while.

General Leng sneered again and again: "The kid does have two hits, but it's a pity that he doesn't learn well!"

Not to be outdone, Ling Ye replied: "If you don't have a sword, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand here and teach others!"

General Leng snorted: "You want to provoke me to put down the Heavenly Death Sword?

Ling Ye said coldly: "It turned out to be called born cheap." No wonder, no wonder!"

General Leng suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Look for death!"

The two fought for a few more rounds, but still no one could help anyone. Not only were the soldiers standing on the side stunned, but many people from the house came out to watch from afar, pointing and pointing.

In the middle of the fight, a rich man's voice said slowly: "Both, look at my face, stop it!"