Seeing this, Duan Yifeng swung his palms back, and the big palms of the West Harrier suddenly turned to the direction where Zhuo Yifan was running. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhuo Yifan did not hurry to use the sword in the Mu family's swordsmanship to ride the wind, only to see the sword body jumping in the air, and with the momentum of riding the wind, it went straight to Duan Yifeng's head.

When the Blood Drinking Sword was about to touch the top of Duan Yifeng's head, the West Harrier's cold ice palm suddenly appeared under the blade, forming a white mist, directly blocking the Blood Drinking Sword from falling.

The two were frozen for a while, Zhuo Yifan knew that his internal strength was limited and he couldn't bring out the maximum energy of the sword, but he was unwilling to stop there, otherwise, Duan Yifeng would definitely attack him even harder.

And Duan Yifeng relied on his deep internal strength, and the power of the West Harrier's cold ice palm was infinite, so he regarded the blood-drinking sword that slashed at his head as nothing, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

Zhuo Yifan's body did not move, the sword body shook, and a strong Xuan Qi was immediately wrapped in the blood-drinking sword, and it squeezed towards the big palm, getting closer and closer to Duan Yifeng's brain.

The disciples of the Western Harrier Cold Ice Sect couldn't help but exclaim, while Duan Zixiong was shocked, he was shocked by the powerful power of the Blood Drinking Sword.

Duan Yifeng was still in that state of empty eyes, he used Xuan Qi to further urge his big palm, and suddenly there was more and more mist around the blood-drinking sword, and the sound of freezing began to sound, and there seemed to be something churning in the water inside the sword body, and the sound of hula and hula did not stop.

When Zhuo Yifan heard this voice, he was even more convinced that there was really something in the Blood Drinking Sword, which might be the nine-headed monster blood dragon.

Duan Yifeng's eyes widened, he couldn't believe the sound he made just now, but he was inclined to think that this sound was the sound of his Western Harrier's cold ice palm condensing the blood drinking sword, but after a long time, the blood drinking sword would fail. Thinking so, deep laugh lines suddenly appeared on his face.

"Boy, I said that the blood-drinking sword was blind in your hands, you still don't admit it, you see how powerful your grandfather Mu Liangsheng used it at the beginning, and you are far worse than him. I think it's better to give this sword to the old man to use, otherwise it will only be a tyrannical thing in your hands, and the pearl will be secretly cast. Duan Yifeng said with a smile.

After listening to Duan Yifeng's words, although Zhuo Yifan was very angry, what he said was the truth. He found that the Blood Drinking Sword was becoming more and more disobedient, and it was getting colder and colder, and his hands were almost freezing.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhuo Yifan hurriedly pulled out the blood-drinking sword to prevent it from being frozen by the West Harrier's cold ice palm and losing its effect.

Then he landed on the opposite side of Duan Yifeng, and stumbled a few steps before stopping.

Duan Yifeng was not in a hurry to catch up at this time, but withdrew the West Harrier's cold ice palm, and said with a smile on his face: "See, even if you have the Blood Drinking Sword, you are not my opponent, I advise you not to make senseless resistance, hand over the Blood Drinking Sword to me, I promise that it will not be difficult for you again." ”

"Don't think about it! I still don't know that you are a very sinister and vicious person, you have always cut the grass and eradicated the roots, and in the bad things you have done in the past, you have not even spared women, children, old and children, will you let me go?

"Some people don't cry when they don't see the coffin, then you can die!" Duan Yifeng said and rolled out his palms again, and then a big ice bear roared towards Zhuo Yifan.

Zhuo Yifan hurriedly used his sword to block, but the speed of the ice bear was too fast, and before he could stretch out the blood-drinking sword, the broken ice in the ice bear's mouth knocked him down.

The ice bear then pounced, and after Zhuo Yifan fell to the ground, he could only use the blood-drinking sword to block, and the shape of the stone at the hilt of the sword immediately emitted a dazzling white light, resisting the devouring of the ice bear's mouth, but he felt that he had been frozen, and it was difficult for his body to move.

"Hahaha......"

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan had been subdued and could not resist, Duan Yifeng laughed, but he did not stop because of this, but continued to exert strength, and the roar of the ice bear became louder.

At this time, Zhuo Yifan was obviously unable to move, his body was just trembling, his teeth were clenched, and he was cold. Just as he felt that his life was about to end, the body of the Blood Drinking Sword changed, and he saw that the light emitted from the shape of the stone on the hilt was no longer just a dazzling white light, but a flying thing like a stray dart, shooting at the ice bear in a steady stream.

For a while, the ice bear's whole body was full of small swords, densely packed.

This situation made Duan Yifeng a little unexpected, and he found that these darts were extremely similar to the small Vortex Huang Sword that shot out when the Vortex Huang Sword was powerful. Of course, he clearly remembered that when he tried to kill Mu Liangsheng in the chaotic death post, Mu Liangsheng used his internal force to constantly urge the Vortex Huang Sword, causing the raindrop-like small Vortex Huang Sword to shatter the ice bear.

And the Vortex Sword was cast by Zhuo Jian Villa, and so was the Blood Drinking Sword, which seemed to be the ancestral sword-casting skills of the Zhuo family.

Duan Yifeng hurriedly withdrew his hand, wanting to take back the internal force of the West Harrier's cold ice palm, lest the ice bear be pierced by the blood-drinking sword and waste his internal strength.

However, by the time he realized it, it was already a little late. The blood-drinking sword dart flew out one after another small blood-drinking swords, dense and non-stop, and in an instant, it pierced the bulky big ice bear, and finally became a crushed ice slag.

The miraculous phenomenon made Zhuo Yifan really not expect that when the ice bear disappeared, his body began to be able to move, and he quickly staggered to his feet and took precautions.

"Yo roar, this blood-drinking sword is okay, it's a bit like your grandfather's vortex sword, and it can also shoot small swords. Duan Yifeng said with a smile.

"Hmph, you haven't seen a lot, let me tell you, with your strength, you are not the opponent of the Blood Drinking Sword, but my limited internal strength allows you to take the lead, but if you want to seize the Blood Drinking Sword, it is not so easy. Zhuo Yifan was not convinced.

"Indeed, I can see it, but I only used seventy percent of my internal strength, and if I use it all, the Blood Drinking Sword is not my opponent. Once again, I advise you not to make unnecessary resistance, it is not worth it. Duan Yifeng said with compassion.

Taking advantage of the momentum and taking advantage of the trend, Duan Yifeng didn't want to waste such an opportunity, he saw that Zhuo Yifan was frozen and had not yet recovered from his senses, so he used his strength again to lift his energy, and the shape of the two palms began to appear between his palms, but the palms of his hands were silvery-white, just like ice and snow.

The palms of the ice and snow that kept spinning back and forth suddenly turned into two thick ice cubes, like sticks as hard as black iron.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan could only stumble and fight against it with the blood-drinking sword.

The sound of the sword body colliding with the ice cube stick is incessant, making a clanging sound, and you can guess how hard the ice stick is.

What's even more surprising is that the popsicle sticks continue to emit something like mist, which attaches to the blood-drinking sword, freezing the blood-drinking sword to a creaky sound.

This freezing method increased the weight of the Blood Drinking Sword a lot, and Zhuo Yifan felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to hold, and it was very difficult to wield it. As time passed, he could only drag the hilt of the sword with two hands, but the height of the swing became lower and lower.