Chapter 129
Hiss!
The big sword cut across the ice crystal, splitting a long, narrow and deep crack.
Chen Xinglie holds the sword hilt in both hands, and stands the sword edge on the ice, like a gentle scholar leaning on a bamboo stick and walking in the snow, looking at Ning Feng, who has been oppressed by the wind and snow. Cold and the others seem to be enjoying the beauty of this snow country.
"Does this sword look good in this seat?"
Chen Xinglie raised a big sword like a whip, and fiercely beat Ning Fenghan on the side of the sword edge. , He slapped his teeth, and asked while pumping: "I ask you, if you look good, why don't you speak?" Ning Fenghan gritted his teeth, his whole body trembled slightly.
That's the end of the matter. The only thing this North Kingdom halberd immortal, who is well-known as the Great Emperor Dynasty, can do is to get angry and tremble with anger.
Before Chen Xinglie raised the great sword, Ning Fenghan could have spoken.
When the big sword was on Ning Fenghan’s face, pa pa pa slapped a few slaps, the cold Profound Abyss chill, along the sword edge, along the skin and flesh on Ning Fenghan’s face, invaded Seal the meridian between the tongue and neck.
Meridian doesn't get through, how can I still speak?
Ning Fenghan's anger in his heart is like a volcanic eruption, but the anger is ultimately only anger. It burns the undead, and it can't burn the Profound Abyss cold in the body. It can only make Ning Feng cold body inner Qi blood run speed , Slightly faster, barely able to make a trembling posture, as for other movements...
Ning Fenghan can't do it anymore.
What about Earth Immortal cultivation base?
Because Ning Fenghan has the highest strength among the crowd, Chen Xinglie is the person who is most targeted.
In the entire Clear Sky City, the most condensed location of Profound Abyss cold is where Ning Fenghan is.
Bing and snow have already frozen half of Ning Fenghan's body in the ice, one after another Bing Ling is like countless palms, wrapping the lower half of Ning Fenghan's body, firmly holding this northern kingdom halberd immortal. Confine the ground.
Ning Fenghan's Dualbladed Halberd was trapped in the ice and could not be pulled out.
"This seat is a reasonable person. When you came to Clear Sky City, the city was covered with hoarfrost. Now, this seat returns you with a heavy snowfall. This is a matter of favor. Contact. You see, what a value emotion, value friendship this person lives in the world."
Chen Xinglie seemed a little sighed and sighed: "It's a pity that although this snow scene is nothing more beautiful can be Imagined, your Ning Fenghan is too blessed, and there is no blessing."
Ning Fenghan hates extremely, but speechless, staring at the long sword in Chen Xinglie's hand, thinking that next moment, Chen Xinglie Will slash him with a sword.
His!
Sword edge flashed.
Ning Fenghan heard the sound of the hissing wind of sword edge, thinking that he was bound to die, but suddenly felt his body sink.
Chen Xinglie cut down with a single sword, but did not kill Ning Fenghan.
The big sword swept across Ning Fenghan’s knees, cutting the meridian of Ning Fenghan’s legs, and at the same time dispelling the ice crystals and cold air on Ning Fenghan’s knees, letting Ning Fenghan’s legs thaw. , Lost the support of the ice, and immediately became unstable.
Puff!
Ning Fenghan bent his legs and knelt on the ground.
The wind and snow came under pressure and once again frozen Ning Fenghan's lower body.
"During the Battle of Frost City, did you think that there will be today?"
Chen Xinglie asked indifferently.
This question, of course, could not be answered by Ning Fenghan.
Chen Xinglie for the time being no longer paid attention to this northern halberd fairy, only turned and looked towards the group of northern Xinjiang experts not far away, then lifted the big sword and blew it lightly.
The blood on the sword slipped quietly.
The blood drop has not yet landed, it has already condensed into ice, hit the ground, and fell into debris.
Chen Xinglie looked up at the wind and snow in the sky, his eyes swept through the giant gate in the sky, and finally fell on Changkong Wuji, saying: "A few days ago, the army master was seriously injured and covered. head and sneaked away like a rat. It’s only been a long time since the army owner healed his scars and forgot to hurt him, and came to Clear Sky City to die. Could it be that the army owner’s in mind, this seat is not a heretical path of the devils, but He is a compassionate Buddhist man who is soft-hearted and reluctant to kill you?"
Chang Kong Wuji stared at Chen Xinglie coldly, silent.
The commander of this beacon army did not want to speak, but his tongue was frozen by the chill of Profound Abyss, speechless.
"During the Battle of Frost City, did you think that there will be today?"
Chen Xinglie said in a cold tone, and asked Ning Fenghan the previous sentence Chang Kong Wuji asked again.
His!
Chen Xinglie sword edge Yi Yang.
Like Ning Fenghan, Chang Kong Wuji knelt on the ground.
"Kneeling first, it would be regarded as apologizing."
"The bonfire is extinguished, and the bean curd is cold. It is used as an offering. It is inevitable that it is not worthy of the status of Chen Dacheng. Wait until the bonfire. It’s time to rekindle, boil the beancurd, and kill you again."
Chen Xinglie has a leisurely tone, like a gentle scholar.
This time, Chen Xinglie no longer blows off the blood on the sword, but directly lifts the big sword and wipes it clean on Changkong Wuji's face.
At this time, the Northern Frontier Expert standing around Changkong Wuji is already terrified. Unfortunately, the whole body is frozen by the cold, so I can’t speak, I can only do my best to run Martial Dao blood. Resist the cold, and was not immediately frozen to death.
Chen Xinglie dragged the big sword and walked in front of Mo Yixiao. The sword edge was bounced and dropped by the uneven ice, bumping and clinking.
Mo Yixiao blinked his eyes abruptly and kept blinking.
Unexpectedly, in this situation, Mo Yixiao's eyelids were not frozen, and he could still blink his eyes.
This made Chen Xinglie a little surprised. He stepped forward and swung his sword to dissipate the cold between Mo Yi’s mouth and tongue. Can you blink?"
Mo Yixiao's jaw trembled a few times. He noticed that the meridian had passed, and his eyes were filled with the joy of avoided a catastrophe. He quickly said: "Divine Martial Sect is built on the top of Snow Mountain. I have long been accustomed to the cold, coupled with the Martial Dao cultivation technique of cultivation, which is the secret art of the Cold Ice Attribute, this is more cold-resistant than ordinary people."
Not waiting for Chen Xinglie to speak, Mo Yixiao followed and said: "This time to Clear Sky City is not my Divine Martial Sect's original intention. Ning Fenghan, known as the North Kingdom Halberd Immortal, ordered the various sects of northern Xinjiang, let us follow him to Clear Sky City, we I dare not fail! Please leave a way out, let us have a life, I wait for the various sects of Northern Xinjiang, and I will remember your kindness and never forget it. If you have anything to send, we..."
Mo Yi hadn’t finished talking, the cold air had already invaded meridian again. He could only keep this mouth open, freezing in the wind and snow, and then desperately blinking, hoping that Chen Xinglie would let him explain more. sentence.
"Do you believe it?"
Chen Xinglie suddenly turned around and looked towards Li Azure Lotus in the courtyard.
The little maid squatted in the yard, frowning and trying to burn the fire, hoping to re-burn the campfire under the bean curd pot that had been extinguished by the cold.
She firmly remembered what Chen Xinglie said, to cook the bean curd properly and not to let the pot cool.