The popsicle struck the ground, spreading the terrifying power and causing the cold spirits to explode. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At the same time, Gu Feng's consciousness sank into his body, and to his surprise, the cold poison and murderous aura in his body all disappeared.

The cold poison was assimilated by the original stream in his body, the cold current spit out by the mountain core, and the piercing murderous aura was absorbed by the small section of the Xuanyu gilt stick in his arms.

Before he had time to delve deeper, the Ice Spirit's Ice Rod swept in again.

In frontal combat, Gu Feng had no power to resist at all, and could only dodge again and again with his own light and heavy methods.

On the other side, the Qingfeng Sword man was the first time he had encountered an opponent, and the cold spirit was too fierce, almost bursting the air with one stick after stick, and even he didn't dare to deal with it head-on.

His swordsmanship is very sophisticated, and every time he comes out of the sword, it seems to be at his fingertips, without thinking about it at all, but he can hit the node of the popsicle accurately every time.

In this way, although the cold spirit on the opposite side is powerful, it can never exert its full strength.

Gu Feng already felt the pressure, from dodging in time at the beginning, but now he is getting more and more reluctant.

Because this cold spirit seems to have the wisdom of the inside, it no longer tries its best every time to control the popsicle better, but the ancient wind is becoming more and more difficult to dodge.

Every time the giant sword and the popsicle tried to hit it, there would be a gap, and now it was miserable and scarred.

Gu Feng's brows furrowed, he had long noticed the battle on the other side.

He has the method of weight, and every time the strength can be just right, but he can't compete with the terrifying power of the other party, and all the skills seem to have lost their effect in front of it.

"No, there's more!" Gu Feng glanced at the other side quickly.

The Qingfeng sword man took one sword at a time, his face was full of solemnity, and the entire sword body exuded a faint light, and each sword actually forced the other party to retreat, making it difficult for Han Lingkong to use all his strength.

Gu Feng felt that if the other party was a person, he would definitely vomit blood because of this feeling.

And its cold poison, every time it approaches the man, there will be a magical energy to dissolve it, making it futile.

The man silently took out his sword, his [Sword Steps] and [Sword Eyes] were all realized after many years, and today it came in handy.

Gu Feng was a little fascinated by it, and it wasn't until the sound of the wind in his ears that he woke him up, and it was too late to dodge.

"Damn!" he wanted to slap himself in the face right now.

A popsicle enlarged in front of his eyes, and Gu Feng subconsciously remembered the movements of the Qingfeng Sword man.

One step out, a sword flower was shaken, his body was slightly tilted, and the giant sword stabbed out crookedly.

This series of movements is extremely coherent, as if there is a sense of familiarity that has been used thousands of times, a fat giant sword, and he has the feeling of using a soft sword.

With a "bell", the ancient style giant sword was crooked by this terrifying force, and then it was withdrawn lightly.

And the popsicle of the cold spirit was actually beaten up slightly by the soft sword of the ancient wind.

Of course, this had no effect on the cold spirit, and the next blow was a few points faster, carrying a thick cold current and murderous aura.

Gu Feng was extremely jealous of this stick, it was obviously only composed of cold ice, but it was hard and abnormal.

When the ice stick came, an image suddenly floated through Gu Feng's mind, and as he stepped out, the giant sword stabbed out again at a tricky angle.

In contrast, the giant black sword is more flexible, and the slender popsicle is more direct, and it looks comical.

The greatsword pops out with a tap on the popsicle, then clicks it again.

In half a breath, Gu Feng took the giant sword and stabbed five swords in full force.

And each sword hit in the same place, until the last popsicle power is gone, and then it stops.

Suddenly, Gu Feng's figure flashed again, and a giant sword stabbed out like lightning.

With a "bang", Han Ling's body was crooked, and then a stick swept over.

Gu Feng frowned slightly, this cold spirit's body was too stiff, although this sword did not exert all its strength, it also had seven points of strength, and it only made it crooked.

Gu Feng did not hesitate, dodged this stick with one step, and the giant sword was quickly pointed out.

Turning and moving, the giant sword moved.

The giant sword stabbed almost all over the body of the cold spirit, but the cold spirit didn't seem to have any effect, a cold ice stick, almost swept against the scalp of the ancient wind, but the fierce strength still made him bruise, and some hair fell down.

Gu Feng's heart was beating extremely fast, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time, and his body was trembling.

The ancient style is excited!

It was almost a stick that almost killed him, but it made Gu Feng feel excited.

The giant sword jumped lightly like a spirit snake, and with a single step, it instantly stabbed into the left shoulder of the cold spirit.

After some attacks, Gu Feng had already discovered that although this cold spirit was powerful, it was obviously inferior to the cold spirit that the Qingfeng Sword man was facing.

It had been in a battle before, and it had suffered physical damage, and the damage was clearly in the left shoulder.

The giant sword was unexpectedly in the left shoulder of the cold spirit, the cold spirit's body was crooked, and Gu Feng stepped out, dodged the hitting popsicle, and stabbed out with a sword again.

Gu Feng took a step by step sword, and he actually felt more and more, constantly stabbing Han Ling's left shoulder.

Although the cold spirit's body was strong, it had been hit in the same place by the ancient wind, and it was still the left shoulder that had already been injured, which also affected it enough, and some ice cubes on the left shoulder were scattered like fine sand.

However, the cold spirit's popsicle was difficult to hit the ancient wind, and almost every time it swept by his face and hit the air.

Even so, the ancient style at this time looks like it

Embarrassed, with torn clothes and dripping blood.

That popsicle was so powerful that even if it didn't hit him in the body, it would have hurt him so much.

Fortunately, it is all skin and flesh suffering, but it looks miserable, and once he recovers, it will heal in a moment.

Han Ling's left arm was already obviously affected, and his actions also had a certain image, Gu Feng grasped this point, and it seemed that he was taking simple steps and making his body erratic.

The greatsword became more and more flexible, as if it had grown eyes, and each blow hit a node of force, making each sword work to its fullest potential.

Gu Feng was slightly happy in his heart, the giant sword became faster, and one sword and one sword almost brought a phantom.

Of course, in terms of speed, the ancient wind is actually not as good as the cold spirit's popsicle.

He was more agile and had a strange pace that allowed him to dodge every blow of the popsicle.

Otherwise, just a stick hitting him would not be something he could bear.

At this time, a crater almost appeared on the left arm of this cold spirit.

Suddenly, Gu Feng seemed to have made a discovery, and suddenly turned his head and opened his eyes wide.