Zi Ling, who is puffing up, finally no longer has that idleness.

Because I really don't have the energy.

They're in trouble.

Big trouble.

And more than one.

It's two.

Two middle-aged people who looked the same, like two statues, pestle in front of Zi Ling and Bing Yang.

These two statues are not only burly, but also have a rather bad face.

Wide-faced, black, cold, and cold.

The eyes are still fierce.

In fact, Zi Ling didn't see the eyes of these two statues, because they didn't have the patience to raise their eyelids to look at Zi Ling at all, because they didn't have the patience to raise their eyelids to look at Zi Ling.

Although I didn't open my eyes, I felt a chill inexplicably.

Zi Ling shrank behind Bingyang very sensibly, secretly observing.

Bingyang frowned, walked up to the statue, and respectfully bowed his hand, "Two masters, but Asura and Emperor Shakti?"

The two statues finally opened their eyes and looked at Bingyang coldly. One of the statues, dressed in a red cloak, said expressionlessly: "Exactly." ”

Bingyang felt a little headache, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Asura is the god of war, and Emperor Shakti is the supreme one. The two masters must be the most outstanding of the eight Murama Nira. The two of them appeared here at the same time, and it seemed that they were going to cut us off. ”

The statue dressed in a bright yellow drape still looked calm and said, "Exactly." ”

It seems that saying more has affected the cold image of the two.

Zi Ling rubbed out from behind Bingyang, and said with a smile on his face: "Two masters, don't mention anything that doesn't fight. Why don't we ease the atmosphere, you two, can you tell us about the heart-wrenching past?"

The red-clothed statue coldly swept in the direction of Zi Ling, and said stiffly, "No." ”

Zi Ling was stunned for a moment, and said a little incredulously: "Then, what wonderful experience is there?"

"Nope. The red-clothed statue was also stunned, but he instantly regained his cold appearance, and his words were decisive.

Ziling is a person who is strong when he encounters strength, according to Bingyang's understanding, it is a little, strong. Seeing that the two statues were too lazy to take care of themselves, Zi Ling looked a little annoyed. She said unwillingly: "There are always some painful regrets, right?"

"Nope. The red-clothed statue was impatient and simply closed its eyes.

Zi Ling showed an obvious expression of disappointment and muttered, "The two masters are really boring. ”

I don't know that the two statues are not only boring, but also stingy.

Hearing Zi Ling say this, the red-clothed statue changed its cold expression and grinned: "If this donor likes to be interesting, the deity can satisfy one or two." ”

Zi Ling was overjoyed when she heard this, and was about to find a comfortable position and start gossiping.

How do you know, the mutation is abrupt.

The surroundings began to shake violently.

Not only is it shaking, it's like the sky is falling apart.

Ten thousand years of ice and snow rolled down from a high place, stirring up a thick snow fog.

The snow and fog rolled in with a huge roar, as if thousands of horses were galloping and huge waves were raging.

In an instant, the snow mist was already approaching Ziling. The stunned expression on Zi Ling's face had not yet had time to clean up, and he had already been swept up in the snow mist.

There are many moments of thunder and thunder in the world.

Drifting like snow, quiet as water, it will also reveal the means of turning things upside down.

A large amount of snow, mixed with sand and gravel, pressed towards Zi Ling.

Zi Ling only felt unsteady on her feet. The sand and gravel hit the body, and the pain was so hot that it was like a thousand arrows piercing through the body.

The eyes, ears, and nose were stuffed with snow. Not only was it dark for a while, but it was even extremely difficult to breathe.

In a panic, Zi Ling only felt that she was firmly grasped by Bingyang, and she would not be taken away by Xue Liu.

But the slush that rolled in, like a flood, grew stronger and stronger. Zi Ling couldn't maintain her body anymore, and slipped to the ground one by one, and even Bing Yang's hand slipped off in an instant.

Zi Ling was startled, struggling to grab Bingyang's hand. But in the chaos, where is there any trace of the ice sun?

Zi Ling began to roll with the torrent, as if she had turned into a part of the snow stream, and quickly rolled down the snowy mountain.

But at this time of crisis, Zi Ling still had the mind to lament her situation. She thought as she was rolling, she and Bingyang worked hard and supported for several months, and finally reached the exit of this snowy mountain. Unexpectedly, in this avalanche, he would be sent back to the Xuan Realm. It's really sad and lamentable.

But Zi Ling's lament was not over, and her tumbling suddenly stopped.

Zi Ling soon realized that she was crushed in a thick layer of slush and gravel.

The deafening roar faded and silence all around.

It was eerily silent.

Zi Ling was going to loosen her hands and feet. She was surprised to find that she was crucified in the slush and could not move.

Zi Ling stabilized his mind and simply observed his surroundings carefully.

Only then did she realize that she was surrounded not by snow, but by ice.

Two or three meters thick ice, crystal clear. The light is projected from the ice, and the sand and gravel in the ice are crossed with a layer of colorful arc light.

And Zi Ling herself, sitting motionless in the ice, like a mosquito embedded in a huge amber.

The mosquito tried to twist its head, but found that it was being fixed more and more firmly, and even these subtle movements were difficult.

The mosquitoes are a little panicked. She suddenly remembered that in the past in Mount Emei, Shi Niang had a hairpin inlaid with amber. There was also a mosquito among them. Shi Niang thought it was a treasure and said that this mosquito had existed for tens of thousands of years and was a great treasure.

The mosquito suddenly felt that if he stayed in this ice for 10,000 years, would he be able to become an amazing treasure?

Just when the mosquitoes were worried about their fate in 10,000 years, a strange sound suddenly came from the ice.

The sound grew clearer and clearer, like a sharp object striking the ice.

The sound of the beating made the mosquito's skull hurt a little.

What made the mosquitoes even more distressing was that the sound of the bang caused cracks in the ice.

The mosquito looked with some regret at the transparent and smooth ice around him, crisscrossing the ravines. Like a pine egg, there is a dense pattern.

Finally, with a loud bang, the ice shattered.

A big hand, as if falling from the sky, fished out the mosquitoes in a daze in the broken ice.

The mosquito wiped the ice water all over his face, only to find that the owner of the big hand was Bingyang.

Bingyang looked at Zi Ling, as if he was a little annoyed: "You are very comfortable." ”

Zi Ling was a little melancholy, and pointed to Bingyang to describe the beautiful scenery in the ice.

Bingyang frowned and muttered, "Turn snow into ice? It seems that Master Asura's skill is above you and me. ”

I only heard the approving voice of the Asura in the air: "Xiaoyou has self-knowledge. Why don't you pack your things and go down the mountain as soon as possible? ”

Zi Ling looked up, and was middle-aged in red, floating in the air, with a kind and harmless expression.

Zi Ling stomped his foot and jumped into the air. The dark green Wuwu sword slammed into Zi Ling's hand and pointed directly at Asura. Zi Ling said in a loud voice: "Asura, you deceive people too much!"

Asura chuckled and said, "You female doll, you should embroider a flower, draw a picture, bring a baby or something." What do you do with knives and guns?"

This female doll with a baby who should embroider and paint is so angry that she smokes. She bit her silver teeth, swung her sword, and turned over and attacked Asura.

Asura looked at the dark green light flying towards him, and only raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't move.

In the blink of an eye, the sword attacked, and the Asura only grabbed towards the void. I saw that in front of Asura, a layer of water mist was sucked out of thin air, and the water mist quickly condensed into a thick ice curtain.

The Wushou sword was in the middle of the ice curtain, and the sharp sound of "bell" was emitted.

After a sound, Asura's smug face was already pale and bloodless.

Because the ice curtain was shattered and scattered in an instant, there was not even slag left.

Asura was shocked in his heart, and was a little annoyed by his underestimating enemy. He immediately stabilized his mind, crossed his hands, and flicked his fingers in the direction of Zi Ling continuously.

Zi Ling saw Asura's strange movements, and was a little confused.

But soon, the cool air swishing towards Zi Ling rushed towards him. Zi Ling subconsciously turned his face to the side, hiding the cool air, but his forehead was itchy and crispy. Zi Ling touched it with her hand, and it turned out to be a hand of blood.

Zi Ling was shocked, and when he looked at it, what Asura shot out with his fingers was actually thousands of ice needles as thick as cow hair.

Zi Ling's heart was furious, and he quickly swung the Wushou Sword in his hand.

The sword body of the Wuwu Sword is light and thin, and it is extremely dexterous in Zi Ling's hands. Soon, Zi Ling's figure disappeared into the dark green mist. Asura's ice needle was not even close.

Seeing that his ice needle was not working, Asura became a little impetuous. He let out a loud shout, and what ejected from his hand was no longer an ice needle, but an ice blade several inches long.

Zi Ling babbled, complaining bitterly. The ice blade was sharp, striking the Wuwu sword with a sharp metallic interlacing sound. And the pressure on the Wuwu Sword also suddenly increased. Zi Ling couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Asura sneered, feeling that the victory was in his hands, and he couldn't help but relax his heart a little. With one hand, he grabbed the thousands of ice knives hanging in the air, turned them into a crystal clear ice sword that was more than two feet long, and stabbed towards Zi Ling.

The dark green mist of the Wuwu Sword seemed to suddenly stagnate and slowly dissolve.

In Asura's expectation, the hand was raised, the sword fell, and then the female doll with embroidery and painting with a baby screamed.

But this scream did not appear for a long time.

Asura waited impatiently, raised his eyes, and looked in the direction of the female doll.

Who knows, I saw the female doll squeezing her eyebrows at her.

The two-foot-long ice sword, with the momentum of thunder, was lightly clamped by the two hands of the female doll.

Asura was suddenly a little annoyed, these fancy fists and embroidered legs can also be rampant in front of him!

So as soon as Asura gritted his teeth, he was about to pull out the ice sword from the two hands of the flower fist and embroidered legs.

Who knows, the two hands of this flower fist and embroidered legs actually snapped and broke the ice sword.

Immediately afterwards, the embroidered legs of the flower fist turned over, and the purple shadow flickered and disappeared.

Asura's eyes widened, and he hurriedly searched around.

The female doll was not found, but a dark green long sword, and with a crisp hum, a ghost appeared on the top of Asura's head.

Asura was a little dazed, and he couldn't accept that he was defeated by that female doll who could only embroider and paint with a baby.

He couldn't help but comfort himself that this was just an accident, and he must have underestimated the enemy.

So the Asura pretended not to see the sword above his head. He clasped his palms together out of thin air. The whole body was unexpectedly freed up with a white gas. Soon, the white qi condensed into ice, enveloping Asura's whole body tightly.

The dark green Wuwu Sword was immediately blocked out of the ice.

Asura immediately grinned, shook his head and said, "The female doll is still a little tender." ”

Unbeknownst to her, the tender female doll who stood upside down on the Wushou sword suddenly screamed. The voice was so loud that it startled Asura.

Asura said a little angrily: "Such a surprise. If you can't beat the old man, do you still want to scare the old man to death?"

As a result, the Asura was really scared to death.

After the coquettish shout, the clear ice around Asura's body suddenly appeared with dots of cracks, and shattered with a bang.

And the Wusao Sword continued to walk majestically towards the face of the Asura.

Asura was stunned for a moment, looking at the oncoming Wuwu Sword, and even forgot to resist.

Seeing that Asura was about to be splattered with blood on the spot.

The Wushou Sword suddenly stopped an inch away from Asura.

Asura let out a long sigh of relief and secretly said that it was dangerous.

Suddenly, I saw the female doll who could only embroider and paint with a baby, stopped in mid-air, leisurely holding a worry-free sword, and said with a somewhat playful expression: "Asura, do you want to accept it?"

Asura's face was red and white, and he said, "You don't want to be arrogant. ”

The female doll blinked and said, "I'm so proud, let me go quickly." ”

Before the words fell, the female doll realized that she was really rampant a little early.

A gust of wind blew, and the female doll was blown to the ground in an instant and fell from the sky.

Thankfully, it didn't fall to the ground.

Rather, he fell into a man's arms.

Soft and warm.

The man was holding the female doll, and showed a charming smile at her, and said softly: "Woman, so brave!"

The female doll jumped down with a grunt, and said with a dark face: "You just stare dryly, won't your conscience hurt?"

This person approached the female doll, hooked the corners of his mouth and said, "Of course I feel distressed." ”

He added: "But seeing that you are so good, I can't bear to meddle." ”

Here, my heart hasn't hurt yet.

Over there, the wind was even more violent.

The wind mixed with snow whipped at the two of them.

The two were almost unsteady on their feet.

The female doll's face changed, and she said loudly: "Bingyang, it seems that she is in trouble." ”

Bingyang's face turned cold, and he pulled out his Ke Li sword with a snort, and said in a deep voice: "It was Emperor Shakti who made a move." ”