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Updated: 2O13-O4-17

Chapter 478 Cold Rain Lianjiang

"Hehe, Fairy Lin, the enemy is now, why don't you come out and talk?"

In the delicate atmosphere, Sima Shen suddenly smiled loudly, turned his head and greeted the pile of rubble. (Please search, the novel is better and faster!)

"Oops!Senior sister, old rules, senior sister, be careful of Lei Yifan, don't worry, senior sister, I'll deal with Lei Yifan!"

Feng Rushan shouted in his heart that it was not good, and hurriedly said to Lin Feifeng.

There are Xianfu and Chunmeng, Lei Yifan and Qian Yuhe have searched the small valley several times, and they have not caused any trouble to Feng Rushan and Lin Feifeng. Since the appearance of the formation breaking talisman, the shape of the field has been tense, strange changes have been repeated, Lei Yifan and Qian Yu hate, naturally they will no longer waste their divine sense to search the small valley, Feng Rushan and Lin Feifeng, they also hid behind the big stone, and used the thousands of miles to watch the excitement with peace of mind, without worrying about being revealed.

But Feng Rushan and Lin Feifeng both forgot that although Lei Yifan and Qian Yuhe would not search the small valley again, Sima Shen was different.

Sima Shen fed the sword with his body, and the original god turned into a tool spirit, and lived in the lonely long sky, when the lonely crane was not in use, of course, it was warmed in Sima Shen's dantian, which brought all kinds of restrictions to Sima Shen's normal use of divine sense, and when Sima Shen was settled, he could not observe the situation in the small valley.

Qian Yuhe and Lei Yifan were intriguing, Sima Shen was happy to watch, but he took the opportunity to scan the small valley, Feng Rushan had a spring dream in his body, and he escaped Sima Shen's divine sense, but Lin Feifeng was just carrying the magic trick of concealing the aura, and was not surprised to be noticed by Sima Shen.

In fact, this is not Feng Rushan's carelessness, the main reason is that he doesn't know anything about feeding the sword with his body at all, it is Lin Feifeng, the name of the soul and the soul, Lin Feifeng knows, but the secret method of Bishuimen and the secret method of the Feiling faction are different after all, and she has only seen it from the classics, and she has no personal experience.

"Sima Daoyou's sacrifice for his family is admirable. Senior Brother Lei, Qian Daoyou, I can't imagine it, we will meet again!"

"Fortunately, the spring dream can continue for a while. ”

Suddenly called to break the hidden, Lin Feifeng was shocked, stood up with a casual face, stretched out his hand, picked up a fist-sized stone, and flashed out from behind the boulder.

No matter what Sima Shen's intentions are, the matter has come to this point, she has to take one step at a time, but Lin Feifeng is not particularly worried, there is Feng Rushan who is secretly making trouble, she knows that she is not alone.

"Hehe, Fairy Lin has a deep fortune, he will not die in great calamities, and his future is limitless, and I hope that in the future, I will take care of my Sima family for the sake of you and me joining forces today. Fairy Lin, let me greet Senior Brother Lei, how about Fairy Lin greet Senior Brother Qian? Hehe, in this way, everyone will not have a reputation of killing each other. ”

Regardless of Qian Yu's hatred and Lei Yifan's frightened and inexplicable expression, Sima Shen directly assigned his and Lin Feifeng's opponents.

On the same day, "Long Chengfeng" borrowed a knife to kill Lin Feifeng, and Sima Shen once witnessed it with his own eyes, the so-called cannibalism was not to remind Lin Feifeng to be careful, but to emphasize Lei Yifan's difficulty.

The disciples of Bishuimen, of course, are not comparable to Qian Yu's hatred. He took the initiative to pick up Lei Yifan, in addition to showing favor to Lin Feifeng, he also faintly meant to talk about conditions, otherwise, there was no need to emphasize anything to take care of.

Lin Feifeng is a disciple of Bishuimen, where did he take care of the Sima family of the Feiling Sect.

"Okay, just according to what Sima Daoyou said. As long as I don't die today, five years later, the Lin family will withdraw from the Fengwu base. ”

Lin Feifeng didn't think about it, so he agreed. He opened his mouth and spit out a small sword, stretched out his fingers a little, the small sword became longer in the wind, the sword was about two feet seven or eight, the whole body was crystal clear, like a carved ice cube, and even a faint layer of cold mist rose in the surrounding air.

It was her natal magic weapon, the Ice Heart Sword.

The Ice Heart Sword floated quietly in front of Lin Feifeng, the cold air was overflowing, silent, the surrounding cold fog was wisps, circulating uncertainly, but there was a faint sense of violence in the ethereal.

The scale of the Fengwu base is very small, and it is not of great practical significance to the Lin family, and the Lin family insisted on not giving up at that time, but it was just because of its "first" title. Five years later, presumably there will be more suitable places for Yinshan to establish a base, give up the Fengwu base, and at the same time avoid the reputation of "cooperating" with the Feiling Sect, and the loss to the Lin family will be limited.

Of course, the income of the Fengwu base is not a small amount after all, and for the Sima family, Lin Feifeng's "care" can be regarded as benevolent and righteous.

As for Sima Shen's strange tone, there was a faint hint of coercion in his words, although Lin Feifeng was unhappy, he was unwilling to deal with a dying person.

Sima Shen shouted to break her hiding, he didn't take into account her feelings, although the two knew each other, they had no friendship at all, but they had a common enemy at present, and they needed to join forces temporarily.

Of course, Sima Shen did not hesitate to feed the sword for the sake of the Sima family, which also made Lin Feifeng feel great admiration in his heart.

"Third brother, do it!"

Qian Yu shouted violently, and the long-standing sunset of the long river turned into a yellow light that shot directly at Lin Feifeng, this yellow light was not fast, but there was a hidden sound of wind and thunder.

The sun sets over the long river, the sword body is heavy, a little less agile and elegant of ordinary flying swords, but a little more dignified and solid, with the Chaos Yuan Earth Technique cultivated by Qian Yu, the momentum is extremely terrifying.

After Lin Feifeng appeared, Qian Yuhan never said a word, and even Lin Feifeng's greeting was unheard.

Lin Feifeng's face was solemn, her left hand pinched the trick, and her right hand swiped and hooked, and the Bingxin Sword disappeared in front of her, leaving only a transparent ripple.

"Ding!"

Crisp as glass colliding.

The sunset over the long river seemed to hit an invisible wall of ice, and a circle of invisible fluctuations suddenly rippled.

The castration of the sunset on the long river has not changed in the slightest, but the tip of the sword has deviated slightly imperceptibly.

"That's it, this is the famous Lin family genius?"

Qian Yu sneered in his heart.

He was naturally clear about the changes in the sunset of the long river, but he had other plans, and he ignored the changes in the sunset of the long river, and just stepped up to urge the mana.

The sound of "ding ding" is endless, and the ice heart sword seems to suddenly turn into countless tiny ice crystals, wrapped in layers, as fine as weaving, endlessly facing the sunset of the long river, most of the ice crystals are lightly shattered by the sunset of the long river, but there are also a few wisps of ice crystals attached to the tip of the sunset sword of the long river, turning into a thin ice line.

The ice line gathered more and more, and in a short time, the tip of the sword of the long river setting sun was actually covered with a layer of fine hoarfrost.

"Well, it's kind of interesting! But what's the use of a little chill?"

Qian Yuhe felt a hint of coldness coming from the sunset over the long river, but he didn't particularly take it to heart.

Lin Feifeng is an ice spirit root, and there is a chill in his mana, which is not surprising at all.

On the tip of the sword of the sunset on the long river, the shape of a snowflake gradually appeared.

The round snowflakes are crystal clear, and they are in the shape of six-pointed stars like real snowflakes, and the six tiny spikes on the snowflakes are faintly crimson.

"Cold rain and even the river!"

Lin Feifeng snorted, and his ten fingers trembled.

The ice crystals in the air suddenly increased, like a shark smelling blood, frantically rushing towards the sunset of the long river. The ice crystals that followed instantly turned into ice lines, and the hoarfrost quickly spread to the sword body of the entire long river of sunset, and crimson snowflakes fell all over the sky.

The sun sets over the long river, gradually becoming extremely heavy, like a giant trapped in a quagmire, and every step forward is extremely difficult.

Unconsciously, the direction of the sunset over the long river also turned a big bend close to 90 degrees.

Between the beautiful crimson snowflakes, the murderous machine is awe-inspiring

"It's weird!"

Qian Yu was shocked.

The direction of the sunset of the Long River has not only deviated from Lin Feifeng not far away, but it is also the same effort for him to try to recall the sunset of the Long River.

Bingxin Sword actually wanted to compete with him for the control of the sunset of the long river, and robbed him of his natal magic weapon.

Strictly speaking, Lin Feifeng's Ice Heart Sword is not a flying sword, but an ice array composed of countless tiny ice crystals, but perhaps the refiners of the year had a soft spot for flying swords, and they took great pains to make the Ice Heart Sword look like a flying sword, which has some basic functions of flying swords.

Lin Feifeng's mana is fed into the Ice Heart Sword, and through the ice crystals in it, the mana is divided into many "independent" small strands of mana, and then evolves into endless combinations, which can be said to be infinitely useful, of course, how powerful it is, it depends on Lin Feifeng's attainments.

The current Ice Heart Sword, which is used for surprise attacks, is not explosive enough, but is used to trap the enemy, especially the magic weapon used to encircle, restrain and snatch the opponent, but it is gradually becoming powerful.

Unlike Zhu Yubei's lava fire, the Ice Heart Sword cannot destroy the divine thoughts in the opponent's magic treasure, and the small ice line is not the magic power of the Ice Heart Sword, but the Ice Heart Sword is the original way.

The trickle of ice crystals was transformed by Lin Feifeng's mana, but it was only strengthened by the Ice Heart Sword. All the ice lines had to be controlled by Lin Feifeng personally, and this was the strength of the formation mage.

The Ice Heart Sword snatched the opponent's magic weapon, relying on the competition between mana and divine consciousness.

Now the sunset of the Long River is less than ten zhang away from Lin Feifeng, and it is 2oo zhang away from Qian Yu, and the consumption of mana is unknown regardless of the question. If it was Feng Rushan's Red Moon Knife, at this point, Feng Rushan would have already admitted defeat.

Feng Rushan has a deep understanding of the difficulty of the Ice Heart Sword and is very experienced.

But obviously, Qian Yu's hatred is not Feng Rushan, he doesn't dare to hope that as long as he admits defeat, Lin Feifeng will return the long river sunset to him.

"It's too careless!"

Feeling that his mana was rapidly decreasing, and the cold air coming from the sunset of the long river, Qian Yu's intestines were blue with hatred and regret.

"Lin Feifeng has a great reputation, and it really doesn't just rely on his face and figure. Why was she so mentally retarded last time, like a newcomer?"

Qian Yu hated in his busy schedule, looked at Lei Yifan, who was not far away, and obviously had no intention of rushing to make a move, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, like a middle-aged abandoned woman who walked alone in the dark, and her clothes were soaked by the Xiaoxiao autumn rain, and the river breeze blew, and her body was cold.

It's too cold.

Good cold wind.