One day a few months later, outside the formation of a piece of medicine field in the Valley Peak.

A young man with blue hair and a blue robe was fisting and kicking a little fox the size of a palm and covered in white.

The fist wind was whirring, accompanied by the chirping of the little fox, and the fight was not lively.

Xue Ling fell asleep this time, sleeping for more than seven months, and only woke up in February this year.

After waking up, the breath was even thicker than before she fell asleep, and Shen Yun's divine sense swept around, stunned that it was not on her, and she felt the coercion that a fourth-level spirit beast should have.

So, this is where we have today, this discussion.

After a try, Shen Yun found that Xue Ling's strength had actually changed drastically.

Before falling asleep, Xue Ling's speed was amazing, but Shen Yun tried his best to barely keep up with her rhythm.

And now, Xue Ling's speed has at least doubled, even if Shen Yun's body cultivation has reached the realm of the second layer of the day after tomorrow last month, but even with all his strength, he still hasn't even touched a single hair of Xue Ling.

In the face of Xue Ling, the tiger of the black tiger fist is vigorous.

However, even if the unicorn shield was sacrificed, at this time, he still received several small claws on his body.

Every time he hits, Xue Ling will let out a smug sound.

As early as when he was in the Yinglong Basin, Shen Yun had fought against fourth-level demon beasts many times, so it was clear that the strength of the snow spirit at this time should have reached the fourth-level. I just don't understand, why on the surface, the other party is only level three?

Shen Yun was sweating profusely and his face was ugly.

In desperation, he patted the storage bag and took out the main thorn of the soul.

In the past few years, the Bat King soul contained in the main thorn of the soul has long since regained its original strength due to the perennial absorption of the black qi on the soul branches. As a result, the power of the main stab has also increased by almost one percent.

"Xue Ling, be careful. ”

Shen Yun reminded him and sacrificed the main stab of the soul.

The Soul Lord stabbed it extremely fast, turning into a cold light, approaching the snow spirit.

"Chirp. Xue Ling was not afraid, let out a clear sound, increased his speed again, and the whole body circled towards Shen Yun like a white silk.

The main stab of the soul chased after Xue Ling, but still couldn't touch her.

The main stab of the soul is quite spiritual, and when he can't catch up with the chase for half a while, he is suddenly angry, and a phantom shadow of the bat king looms, squeaking and screaming, and rushing straight to the snow spirit.

Shen Yun's pressure suddenly subsided, and Xue Ling's smug sound decreased a lot.

After the Bat King Soul controlled the main thorn, it was more agile and roared in pursuit, but the snow spirit was agile, and with a little bit of strength from its small claws everywhere, it could change directions at will, which was very flexible.

It was half a sound, but it still couldn't be chased, and suddenly, the main stab of the soul was in the air out of thin air, and then flew into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, I don't know where it flew.

Only Shen Yun and Xue Ling were left, staring at each other with big eyes.

Shen Yun was helpless, sacrificed the Qingfeng Flag, and said, "Perception technique." "Perform a series of wind blade techniques.

After the spirit of the main stab of this soul is restored, the biggest sequelae is that the soul of the Bat King has autonomy, although it is more flexible, but occasionally it will lose control and run without a shadow on its own.

Fortunately, it won't be long before it will come back, otherwise, Shen Yun wouldn't dare to use it.

In the face of a large number of wind blade techniques, Xue Ling was a little passive, although he could still intersperse the spell gap without getting hurt, but it was already difficult to get close to Shen Yun's side.

Probably annoyed by the spell, Xue Ling suddenly let out a strange "woo" sound.

When he opened his mouth, he suddenly spewed out a faint pink mist.

"What is this?" Shen Yun was taken aback and hurriedly held his breath, but he was not at all worried that Xue Ling would bring him a fatal attack.