A white rainbow swept out from behind Chen Fusheng.

As soon as the sword is out, within a radius of ten zhang is a cold winter, frozen three feet.

The spirit of the spirit shuddered, and Darklight Asammet's expression suddenly became solemn, and the ease that he had originally watched the play was gone, and his hands moved forward, slowly pushing it, and the blood-colored portal behind him also slowly opened, and a river of blood rushed out, meeting the cold white light.

The blood waves were surging, the momentum was extremely huge, and it seemed endless, but before it could touch the sword qi, it condensed into countless fine ice crystals and fell from the sky.

In an instant, the ground and walls were full of brilliant ice crystals, reflecting the blood-colored luster in this twilight, which was breathtaking.

The fierceness on Darklight Assammet's face flashed for a moment, and he quickly firmed up, released his two hands, withdrew to his chest, and then put the five fingers of his left hand together, used his palm as a knife, brought up a piece of blood light, and slashed down at the elbow of his right arm.

The sound of the clash of gold and iron sounded, and in this silent twilight, it was extremely harsh, and the nails of the sharp flying sword intersected with the right arm, and dozens of sparks splashed out.

The nail is broken, and the arm is broken.

It turned out that at some point, the skin of the originally sickly pale right arm had completely turned black, and it did not obey the call, like an ice sculpture.

What made Darklight Asammet even more shocking was that the chill that seemed to freeze everything actually invaded his body along the connection between the blood river and the white bone portal, as well as the soul and qi between himself, as if he was about to freeze to death on the spot.

Looking at Chen Fusheng, who was playing with a frost-white gourd that he had taken out of nowhere, Darklight Asammet could not hide the horror and greed in his eyes, took a deep breath, forcibly calmed down his emotions, and separated a small tributary from the blood river into his right arm, allowing the white bones to be reborn, the flesh and blood to regenerate, and the veins and veins spread rapidly on it like vines at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's just that Darklight Assammet knows that in a short period of time, it is impossible for this right hand to return to its normal state as it is as flexible as it was, and it will take a gradual familiarization process.

Although his real means is not to fight hand-to-hand with people, but without an arm, his combat power is still greatly reduced.

What's more, the thing Chen Fusheng took out was far beyond his expectations.

"This artifact is represented as ice and snow, and the cold divinity should be forged by the goddess of winter, the Daughter of Ice and Snow. ”

Putting the right hand that was being born from the white flesh behind his back, he used his mental power to control the blood river and no longer fight against the white light for the time being, but withdrew it around his body, like a silk ribbon to protect his body tightly, Darklight Asammet looked at Chen Fusheng like a studious student, and asked shamelessly: " However, according to rumors, the artifact of the Ice and Snow Maiden is not like this, and the godhead level of this winter god is too low, although it can run rampant in the Arctic Ice Field, but compared to other powerful gods, it is too far away, and her divine power should not be enough to forge two life artifacts at the same time, otherwise she would not have been forced so embarrassed by those foreign wizards before, and finally had to rely on another mysterious powerhouse to get out of the battle, can you explain the truth to me. ”

Although Darklight Assammet had a great deal of contempt for the Ice and Snow Goddess, it was not as if it were not for the blessing power of the Sacred Weapon or Blood Pool that had been passed down from generation to generation in the family, Darklight Assammet's strength was far from being qualified to participate in the battle.

However, as a member of the Dark Council, and in the base camp of the Dark Council like the Midnight Royal Court, he can certainly have access to many secrets, plus those wizards don't pay too much attention to disguising their identities, and they also know a lot about that battle.

It's just that no matter what, no matter how much he wants to break his head, he won't connect Chen Fusheng with the mysterious powerhouse who shot that day.

After all, that statue of the god is Chen Fusheng's national fortune accumulated in the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, blessed with humane dragon qi to urge King Yu's true body, upright, majestic and domineering, open and close, and the racial characteristics and supernatural powers of the blood clan are completely opposite to the habits hidden in the darkness.

Moreover, in Darklight Assammet's view, Chen Fusheng's rank is still below him, but like himself, he can have such combat power with the help of foreign objects, which is still several grades worse than the earth-shattering battle that day, which spread over a radius of hundreds of miles and caused thousands of weather.

It's just that what he can't figure out is that the so-called Lefno, a blood clan disguised by Chen Fusheng, is good at illusion and likes to be alone and travel around. I haven't heard of anything to do with the Church of the God of Winter, which is entrenched in the Arctic Ice Field, let alone urging this artifact with obvious ice and snow attributes to such an extent.

Although in the Norland Continent, except for a small amount of inheritance equipment bound to the exclusive bloodline, the other equipment production methods are relatively simple. It is not like the monk's ritual refining weapon, which needs to pay attention to the unity of mind and spirit, enter the mana brand, and fit the device and the body.

However, under the day and night immersion of the qi machine, the equipment still has some characteristics of magic weapons, and it can only exert its maximum power in the hands of the original owner.

Not to mention touching the realm of divinity like an artifact that mortals can't comprehend. The power attributes are incompatible, not to mention exerting the power of the artifact, and it is impossible to say that it will be counterattacked by the law.

"As soon as this magic weapon of mine comes out, you have no means to compete with it, although the blood clan holy weapon is of extremely high grade, it is not made by your own hands, and your cultivation has not reached this point. You're just forcibly urging with the resonance and identity between your blood, you know this, why are you pretending to be indifferent, and you're still trying to stall for time. I know that this sword qi is not only hurting the essence of this holy weapon, but also eroding your Dao deeds bit by bit, although most of your Asammet cultivation's cultivation is not from your own hard work, but is similar to empowerment or forcibly plundering the essence and blood of others, but it is also a pity. ”

Slowly rubbing the crystal clear ice and snow gourd, looking at the blood-colored portal that had been covered by a layer of hoarfrost unconsciously, as well as the blood river that had been damaged by two or three percent, Chen Fusheng raised his eyebrows and asked calmly: "Could it be that you notified the others early?"

Feeling the subtle changes in Dark Light Asammet's body, and immediately regaining his usual momentum, Chen Fusheng shook his head and said, "If that's the case, then I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed." The power of this gourd is more than just what it seems. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the gourd with one hand, as if holding a seal, and covered it downward.

The gourd is obviously no bigger than a fist, small and delicate, but at this moment, it is like a majestic mountain, falling from the sky.

With Chen Fusheng's movements, the original artistic conception that was only vague suddenly became extremely clear, and it fell heavily on the heart of the Dark Light Asammet, the Dark Council.

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After devouring a wisp of divinity, the change of this gourd is by no means simply described as reborn.

In the Norland Continent, although there is a huge disparity in the strength of the gods, if you fight the law, it does not mean that the winner is decided, but that the divine realm exclusive to the gods must be considered.

Like the kingdom of God, in the realm, the gods can be said to control everything and are invincible.

And by incorporating this wisp of divinity into his body, this small gourd can not only contain a powerful blow that is enough to kill the primordial god, but also release a specific and micro ice and snow field.

With the strength of Darklight Asammet, even if he used the Blood Clan Holy Weapon, it was not enough to force Chen Fusheng to use a sword as a hole card, but it would be no obstacle to trap the other party and test the realm.

In particular, it was Chen Fusheng who used the Northern Underworld True Water to urge this small gourd and then overlapped the Northern Underworld Realm that he had cultivated with it, and the power was multiplied and exerted to the fullest.

Chen Fusheng had already sensed that as soon as the sword qi and the blood river Fu clashed, there would be subtle fluctuations released from the blood-colored portal behind this dark council member.

Obviously, this is the key to the other party's ability to endure with peace of mind and see his own cultivation being cut off little by little.

Since this is the case, Chen Fusheng naturally continued quietly.

The longer the battle lasted, the more advantageous it became for him.

This is also the reason why the two of them have fought a few times in this city that is now full of strong people, but they have not been noticed yet, attracting a third party.

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A word was broken by Chen Fusheng's biggest reliance, and Darklight Asammet didn't think about it, the ten fingers of his hands poked out like hooks, fighting the price of the right hand that had not yet fully grown up to collapse again, one left and one right, tearing it fiercely to both sides.

The blood-colored portal was wide open, and under this violent shaking, the white bones inlaid on it fell one after another, and a thick black mist swept out.

The original blood river was already extremely powerful, but this time it was even more surging like the sea, overturning it with the heavenly river pouring downward.

In a haze, Chen Fusheng seemed to see the vast sea of netherworld blood unfolding in front of him again.

Washed by this surging sea of blood, the artistic conception that was originally shrouded in thick and cold could no longer be maintained like a dam facing a flood, and collapsed.

After the rain passed, an inexplicable spirit surged into his heart, and the dark light Assammet, who had been affected by the divine will of the law domain, completely came to his senses, leaned behind him with his only remaining left hand, and then dragged forward, shaking the momentum, and the black cloak wrapped around him spread in the air in the wind, turning into a thick canopy, and facing Chen Fusheng as a hood.

At the same time, Darklight Asammet stepped down with both feet, and suddenly seven or eight figures suddenly branched out, just like Lucien Gangro before, and then melted into the air, disappearing.

As a member of the Dark Council, the destined ruler of the Asammet family, this cloak is naturally a high-grade piece of equipment, both offensive and defensive, Darklight Asammet did not think that he could compete with that artifact, but as long as Chen Fusheng was dragged for a little time, it was enough for him to leave safely.

Although the world is different, the reason is similar, as a killer, Darklight Assammet is also well versed in the gist of missing a blow and running away thousands of miles.

This time it was not a crime of war, but a mistake in his prediction of Chen Fusheng, Chen Fusheng's family background was too strong.

Now that he has this information, he will be completely sure when he makes a comeback next time.

It's just that Chen Fusheng didn't give him this opportunity.

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"Your Excellency Darklight Asammet, your memory is so bad that you actually used this trick in front of me twice or three times, have you forgotten that there is no secret at all for me?"

Chen Fusheng shook his head, he didn't look at the shady curtain under the hood, and the gorgeous clothes on his body were circulating, so he naturally excluded him.

At the same time, Chen Fusheng folded his hands together, his lips opened and closed, and no sound came out of his mouth, but it was naturally like a thunder sound sounding in the void, shaking the air.

At the same time, Chen Fusheng did not forget to issue a command in his heart.

"Poof!"

The masonry was torn and splashed, and from under the stone wall where Darklight Asammet was standing, a pair of huge hands as large as a cattail fan suddenly poked out, with a metallic luster, in the air, clenching hard.

The sonic boom of crushing the air rang out at the same time as the sound of the Buddha.

Scarlet blood flowed slowly from the palm of his hand, spreading down the stone wall, ticking and converging into a river.

Invisible ripples rippled out of the air, and a figure loomed, it was the doppelganger incarnation, the Dark Light Asammet, who was about to escape.

Only at this moment, the dark councillor was terrified, no different from when Lucien Gangaro faced him before. It's like a chick being held firmly in someone's hands. The flush on his sickly pale face was a sign that he had pushed his blood to the extreme.

Under the pressure of this life-and-death juncture, the rich essence blood that had been precipitated and accumulated in Darklight Assame's body actually had a tendency to be digested.

If he escapes this time, Darklight Asammet will be able to meet Chen Fusheng's Toriduo, and the heads of the two families of the Remuel family will generally really enter the rank of duke.

But even if he burst out with unimaginable power, he was still powerless.

The hand holding the calf seemed to be made of gold and iron, and it was not moved at all, and ten sharp weapons poked out from the fingertips and firmly penetrated into the leg muscles and blood vessels.

However, what really shocked Darklight Asammet was that before the faceless hidden figure under him made a move, with the sensitivity of the blood clan to the blood of living beings, he didn't even notice the slightest abnormality, just like a golden iron golem.

At this time, on these hands, there was a strange aura very similar to that of the blood clan, and through the ten wounds created by the nails, there was a great suction, devouring the blood in his body, endlessly, greedy and bloodthirsty, even more powerful than his own Assammet.

With a casual shake, the bronze armored corpse king covered in a layer of blood shattered through the stone wall and really appeared in front of Darklight Asammet.

Raising his head and roaring, a few fangs appeared in his mouth, facing the prey with wings in his hands, the bronze armor corpse king nodded slowly, a touch of agility appeared in his blood-colored eyes, as if he felt that the current posture was not enjoyable enough, his hands were handed over to one hand, and the other hand was holding his head, and the fangs were biting down fiercely at the throat of the dark councillor.