Under the burning of the black flames, the ice flames on the long sword seemed to be melting rapidly.

Hum!

Feeling the scorching weird flames, Ximen Jian snorted coldly, pinched his hands, the long sword rotated, and the ice power one after another, with the terrifying spiral power, got rid of the entanglement of those flames, and continued to rush towards the center of Qian Bukong's eyebrows.

Ximen Jian became famous as a young man, holding a long sword to fight in the Northern Wilderness for many years, what a battle he had never seen, he once created his own spiral ice sword style, but now it is just used.

Qian Bukong saw that his true yuan was broken, so he turned into a big black bird and quickly retreated. In the sound of hunting, bursts of sneering and breaking wind came. Dozens of black chains burst out of his body, swept past, and then wrapped around in mid-air, finally turning into a large black chain spear.

"Go!"

With a gloomy whisper, the huge black spear with a thick and strange black mist flashed through the void like lightning, and then disappeared in a flash. Those black mist should have been black flames that burned like grease, and turned into something like black mist. It has lost its ordinary pure domineering, and has become narrow and weird. Obviously, this money is not empty, and it is not a copy of Rahu's magic skills, but it has become its own thing and integrated it into its own laws.

At the moment when the black chain spear disappeared, Ximen Jian's eyes also shrunk slightly, and the soles of his feet quickly stepped on the void, taking eight steps in a row, and the whole person held the sword in both hands, and the blade drew a mysterious arc in the void.

"Frozen for 3,000 miles!

When he said this, Ximen Jian's eyes were filled with a hint of pain. Obviously, it is substituting emotions into swordsmanship. With love for the sword.

Afterimage emerges. Then the sword slammed down. A brilliant flame of ice burned at his tip, and then roared out with a fierce light.

Just after the ice flame left the sword, the space was distorted, and the huge chain spear appeared through the air, with an incomparably terrifying wind, under the gaze of countless eyes, and the ice flame collided fiercely.

Syllable!

It wasn't the sound of a huge explosion after two forces collided with each other. It is a sound like a cold winter wax moon and a long river of frost. The frost condensed the space, and the black chained spears were also frozen.

A trace of frosty aura began to ripple and spread in all directions, and the ripples in circles flashed with a faint blue light.

Under the pressure of frost, the figure of Qian Bukong retreated sharply.

"It's been cold for three thousand years, and the young man in his dream has two sideburns!"

The fierce frost crossed Qian Bukong, and imprisoned Qian Bukong's body in the frost and froze.

"Hah!"

A strong flash of copper light flashed. Layers of frost burst through the storm and swept away. It turned into a rare blizzard, and the distant stars seemed to be dyed with a hint of cold color in this blizzard.

Ximenjian's face has completely lost any expression, his eyes are cold and sacred, there is no murderous aura, no joy and anger, and even all the emotions that should belong to human beings.

It's similar to those unconscious puppets, but it's not the same. The unconsciousness of the puppet is hollow and numb. However, Simon Jian's coldness is a kind of sublimity, a kind of detachment, and a kind of solitary loftiness that stands above all beings.

"Ten thousand years of ice peak, years of white. I don't know how much the world is, and I cut the white dragon with a straight sword. ”

A thousand-foot-long ice sword seemed to penetrate the starry sky of the universe, penetrate the rolling blue air current, penetrate time and space, and was like an iceberg that stood for thousands of years, slamming towards the copper light defense composed of sixteen copper-colored characters around Qian Bukong's body.

Smack!

The copper light defense flickered violently for a few moments, and then exploded.

"Whew!"

The cold wind blew, the frost splashed everywhere, the copper light was released, and the iceberg, which was built like a mountain peak, began to explode inch by inch, and finally collapsed into pieces of ice and stones, and exploded.

Syllable!

After the loud noise, Qian Bukong still stood there, unmoving, unchanged.

"Frozen for thousands of years, but that's it!"

Qian Bukong said.

With a sneer on his face, he shook his head, as if he was questioning, only a trace of jealousy hidden in his deep pocket, and he passed by in a trance.

As the bronze light turned into lightning and attacked wildly in the void, the heavy frost ice cage began to collapse rapidly.

Ximen Jian was shocked, and the long sword in his hand brought out a series of sword shadows, but after all, he was powerless to return to the sky. The previous three swords in a row had already burst out with too much of his strength and spirit, and now although it is not the end of the crossbow, it is also the time when the tricks and spirit are not connected.

The old force collapsed, the new force was not born, and Ximenjian's strength was weakened unprecedentedly.

The copper light flickered, and sixteen copper-colored runes turned into a copper light that gathered in one place, and then turned into a huge copper pillar, sweeping the void and swept towards Ximenjian.

"Poof!"

Ximenjian's long sword was horizontal in front of his chest, although it blocked the frontal impact of the copper pillar, but the strong momentum still entered his body, scraping his viscera and meridians like a steel knife. A mouthful of blood spurted out fiercely, and the frost splashed under Ximenjian's feet, and the whole person penetrated the space and escaped a hundred miles away.

As soon as the long sword turned, a trace of blush flashed on Ximen Jian's face.

"Xuanbing nine turns, the first turn!"

The long sword was thrown into the air, and Ximen Jian's palm quickly pinched the handprint, and a silver-blue ice flame suddenly burst out of his body, and then quickly retracted, and Ximen Jian's breath also skyrocketed in an instant.

"Secret method? Dying and throeping!"

Voices echo through the world, and then sound at the same time.

For Ximen Jian's momentum skyrocketing, the money is obviously not empty.

The surrounding onlookers were in an uproar.

A strong man from the Northern Wilderness secretly shouted: "Your Excellency the money is not empty! You have to be careful! This is the secret technique of the Ximen family, the Nine Turns of Xuanbing, which is said to have originated from the Ten Thousand Cold Sect that was destroyed in ancient times, if Ximen succeeds in the Nine Turns, I am afraid that his strength will increase three times out of thin air, and he is the master of Fengxue Plum City, and it is very likely that he has already practiced the Nine Turns of Xuanbing!"

Obviously, this person was afraid that he would kill innocents indiscriminately after the money was not empty, and he was wrongfully killed by the ghost, so he reminded that the money was not empty. It's just that he doesn't want to, he may not be able to please the money if he talks like this, but he must have offended Ximen Jian, who is to blame for his own death.

Speaking of which, don't underestimate the threefold increase in the strength of Xuanbing's Nine Turns, you must know that to the level of Ximen Jian, every time you increase your strength, you need to put in tens of millions of times the effort. Three times the strength can allow Ximen Jian to suppress the heavens and detonate the void.

"It's only three times as much, he can't escape from the palm of his seat!" Hearing the man's words, Qian Bukong controlled sixteen copper-colored runes, and his voice sounded in the void like an echo.

At this time, Ximen Jian didn't seem to care about the conversation between Qian Bukong and the person in the Northern Wilderness, his face was indifferent, the handprint in his hand flew up, and a white ice flame emerged from his palm, and then suddenly burst out, wrapping his whole body, and finally being sucked into his body again.

"Xuanbing nine turns, second turn!"

With the explosion of ice flames this time, Ximen Jian's breath continued to skyrocket, and this time it skyrocketed, and the ice qi turned into seemed to change the celestial phenomena.

The sky was covered with goose feathers and snow.

Everyone present did not change color.

This is the second turn, and the world changes color and the season changes.

If the Nine Turns are successful, what should it be? Will you enter the legendary Ancient Ice Age? (To be continued......