After all, this cold spirit was invincible to the Qingfeng Sword man, and his left arm was cut off by one of his swords, and it fell into the air and turned into nothing. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The cold spirit rolled to the ground, and after a few breaths, it stood up, its eyes turning scarlet and glowing with a cold glow.

The man frowned, and the words in his mouth turned into a sword light in his hand, and shot towards the cold spirit.

"Whoosh!"

This was the first time Gu Feng had seen such a swordsmanship, and the Qingfeng Sword flew through the air, instantly penetrating Han Ling's chest, and a hole in the mouth of the bowl was revealed.

But what shocked Gu Feng was the next scene, the cold spirit did not fall as he imagined, he still stood straight, his body exuded a ghostly light, and the cold current around him surged towards him like a tide.

Han Ling's vision was even deeper, and his body was gradually growing and expanding, and the ice lolly in his hand was also thicker and longer.

In less than a moment, the cold spirit turned into a giant, and the cold ice lolly in his hand was like a huge pillar, and he was held in his arms.

"And like this?" the ancient style felt unbelievable and unreasonable.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly looked at the cold spirit he was facing.

This cold spirit seemed to be affected by that side, and an endless cold current surged towards him, and the hole in his left arm immediately recovered, and then became calm.

The change has not stopped, and its body is gradually expanding.

Gu Feng secretly said in his heart that it is not good, why do you still learn from others if you have nothing to do?

Gu Feng stepped out in a few steps, and slashed down with a sword.

"Khooth. With a bang, the giant sword had not yet touched the body of the cold spirit, and there was a ripple in the air, and it immediately bounced the ancient wind giant sword away.

Gu Feng did not hesitate, and slashed out with a sword again.

The result did not change in the slightest, and after dozens of swords, Gu Feng gave up this futile act.

Gu Feng wanted to scold people now, and finally created some advantages, but in the end, he found that it was just in vain, and the other party stood in the original full blood resurrection, but he could only stand in place and stare dryly.

The giant sword in his hand was clenched, and Gu Feng could only look vigilant for the time being, and then, he simply looked at the battle in the other direction.

Chu Yuanji also found out about the situation coming from here, and tried his best to rush here, but under the siege of the cold spirit, the speed was as slow as a snail.

Qingfeng Sword Man's face was a little ugly, staring at the huge figure in front of him, his brows furrowed so that he could almost catch a fly.

This cold spirit seems to have finished charging, and then, he went berserk!

Holding a huge stick like a stone pillar, he threw it directly at the man regardless of it.

The man didn't dare to slack off, and with a slight move, the giant stick grazed his body and smashed to the ground.

There was a loud bang, and the man staggered, and took a few steps under his feet, and then stabilized his body.

Han Ling's body and strength have not only become bigger, but also manic, holding the giant stick with both hands, finding the target, it is a burst of smashing, not caring whether it can be hit or not.

In just one breath, such a big giant stick was smashed dozens of times by it, and the ground was smashed by him.

The Qingfeng Sword man's mouth was full of strange words, the Qingfeng Sword flashed slightly, the man jumped up, and the Qingfeng Sword was held above his head, so that the whole body and the sword were connected into a line, flashing in the air, and with a bang, it cut through the arm of the cold spirit.

The man fell to the ground, and before he could stand firmly, the cold spirit seemed to have no effect, and the giant stick slammed down.

The man's face changed, and he didn't have time to take a step, and the Qingfeng sword in his hand stabbed out at a strange angle.

With a terrifying might, the giant stick slammed into the Qingfeng sword, and then slid along the slope of the sword body, smashing on the ground with a bang.

"Poof!"

The man spurted out a mouthful of blood, took dozens of steps backwards, and turned pale.

It was his miscalculation, he didn't expect that the cold spirit would become so terrifying at this moment, and even this sword had no effect on it, which he didn't expect.

Gu Feng was secretly frightened, if he could run away, he would have run away a long time ago.

But he couldn't, in this kind of situation where all around him were cold spirits, if he chose to escape, he might be caught by this big guy by mistake if he was not careful, and it would be fatal.

The cold spirit on his side seemed to have finally finished transforming, and Gu Feng's heart suddenly rose, and he felt a little sore on his body.

The cold spirit was not close to him, but the pressure it brought was like a mountain pressing on Gu Feng's body.

"I'm the mountain, I'm still afraid of you!" Gu Feng gritted his teeth and said.

"This is its true state!" Gu Feng raised his sword on guard, without the slightest confidence to dare to take the initiative to attack, and his body tensed and stood in place.

Not to mention anything else, just this size, as well as the giant sword he was proud of, all lost to it.

The cold spirit ran in a few steps, the ground shook, and a huge stick smashed madly towards the ancient wind.

At this moment, Gu Feng's mentality suddenly accelerated, and he suddenly took two steps forward, and he really barely dodged this blow.

The sand and stone splashed his face, but he didn't know it, and cold sweat flowed from his body.

However, the frenzied cold spirit would not give him any time to rest, and once again bombarded a giant stick the size of a stone pillar.

In the past, he was the one who beat others like this, but now he also enjoys this taste, and it is even more exciting.

He didn't dare to jump up at all, because that would make it more difficult for him to dodge, and it would be difficult to use his strength in the air.

The area of the stick is too large, and a small area of dodge is useless.

There is no skill, there is only the crushing of strength and speed, and the gap between the ancient style and it has reached a point where it cannot be made up for with any skill.

Hide, hide, hide!

Gu Feng now had only one thought in his mind, frantically dodging, and didn't stay in place for another second.

On several occasions, the giant stick fell against his body, almost scaring it half to death, and its heart rose to his throat.

Gu Feng's body was sweating profusely, almost wrapped in sweat, and the pores of his whole body were open.

"It's fucking exciting!" Gu Feng gritted his teeth, not daring to relax.

Gu Feng's dodging speed has reached the limit, and his reaction ability has also been exerted to the extreme, dodging, almost only seeing a series of figures.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

He gets excited when he fights, probably genuinely enjoying the feeling of sweating and getting his blood boiling.

However, this kind of passive beating, every time the giant stick falls, it is a heartbeat, as if experiencing a feeling of life and death, but it makes Gu Feng hate it to the extreme, and he can't wait to turn himself into a gust of wind.

Gu Feng had just dodged a smash, and before he could react, he followed closely with another blow.

Gu Feng was horrified in his heart, he had already adapted to Fang Cai's rhythm, but he didn't expect it to change suddenly.

The manic cold spirit has not lost his mind!

This was Gu Feng's last thought, and a giant stick hit Gu Feng's giant sword, and then hit Gu Feng's chest.