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(Thanks to the book friend 13582914 for the encouragement and rewards of the hall master)

Luo Changfeng frowned slightly.

It’s not that his knife is not fast or sharp enough. His knife can pierce the glacier in the Forgetful River and flatten the rocks on the cliffs behind him. Even the meteor knife that Jiang Manlou made in the purple bamboo forest was only one month.

When he swept across the mirror table in the inner courtyard, he was cut into two pieces by the bamboo knife in his hand.

He was very confident in his sword, and he never doubted his sword.

But this time, it was blocked by a snowy ice wall.

"Are you surprised? I am a disciple of the word "Fa" and I practiced, realized and controlled by all the ice and snow of the natural Dharma of heaven and earth. In this cold winter, I have taken advantage of the time and place, and this snowy wall that is built at will.

They are several times stronger than usual, so how could a bamboo knife pierce through it?" Yan Xi's cold sarcasm came from behind the snow curtain and ice wall.

Luo Changfeng only felt a cold chill coming from the snow curtain ice wall, and began to spread along the tip of the bamboo knife in his hand.

The cold air was like cold frost, and instantly a piece of frost rose above the bamboo knife. The frost became more and more thicker at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally climbed over the bamboo knife and the blade slashed Luo Changfeng's arms.

They all quickly solidified and frozen.

Luo Changfeng had no intention of verbal battles with Yan Xi.

The bamboo swords had already stabbed the opponent in front of him, and this battle still needed to continue with one sword after another.

The cold air that hit him did not make him feel unbearable. The soul that his father Luo Ling practiced during his lifetime was ice and snow, and the weapon he wore was the Dragon Cold Spear.

Whether it is the ice and snow spirit or the cold air with the Frost Dragon Soldier Soul Spike, it is much more sharp than the snow curtain and ice wall. Luo Changfeng, who grew up holding the Youlong Spike since childhood, would naturally not be afraid of this insignificant cold.

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It was just that I had just started fighting. If I let my whole arm be frozen by the frost, it would make me fall into a disadvantage and dangerous situation in an instant.

A sudden burst of energy came out from his feet, and the sharp energy shattered the thick snow around his feet that had been deeply trapped in the snow.

This energy is not anything else, but the sword intent that Luo Changfeng cultivated from the sword trick left by the sword cynical.

The sword intent burst out from his body, like a fierce wind, began to sweep forward along his arms. The ice curtain formed on the frozen arms was instantly twisted into countless broken ice chips when it encountered this sword intent.

The bamboo knife was revealed again.

This knife intention still had no intention of silence. It seemed like a colorless hurricane ring on the bamboo sword. It unstoppably destroyed the snow curtain ice wall. Then Luo Changfeng used his feet slightly and his body leaned forward.

Then, the bamboo knife in his hand stabbed forward one point.

The smile on Yan Xi's face became a little cold.

This sword intent came too fast, just as fast as the bamboo sword in Luo Changfeng's hand.

The sharp tip of the knife in his eyes was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that he could feel a slight and dazzling sharpness. His eyes began to become dry, and then there was a sour feeling invaded, and finally there was a trace of blood.

It emerged from the eyes.

The sword is too intent to look directly at it.

Yan Xi's body began to lean back.

He spread his arms and his feet kept sliding back in the snow.

The bamboo knife in Luo Changfeng's hand was chasing, and Yan Xi was retreating.

They are very fast.

But the two of them still remained the same as before.

A deep coldness appeared in Yan Xi's blood-covered eyes again, and his hands were closed and formed into a complicated gesture.

Then those hands were frozen instantly.

The arms were frozen instantly, the neck was frozen instantly, and the chin, face, nose, eyes, the entire head and the entire body were frozen instantly.

Without any warning, Yan Xi turned into an ice sculpture.

The ice sculpture naturally could no longer continue to retreat quickly, and Luo Changfeng's bamboo knife finally stabbed forward one minute again.

This part pierced into the ice sculpture's eyes, and then the colorless knife intent invaded the eye along the blade, and then instantly spread the entire ice sculpture's body.

With a crack, a crack appeared on the ice sculpture from the corner of the eye. Countless cracks were spread all over the body of the ice sculpture like spider webs, and the ice sculpture shattered.

But there is no Yan Xi!

A cold wind blew on his face, blew up a few strands of hair on his forehead, and Luo Changfeng put his knife away and looked around.

There was wind blowing around the bamboo forest, and shattered snowflakes danced in front of you.

Luo Changfeng's vision was blocked by the messy snowflakes. He could not see Yan Xi's figure. Looking around, he could only vaguely see a white figure moving strangely at high speed.

A purple bamboo on the left hand began to tremble.

A purple bamboo on the right hand also began to tremble.

At some point, all the purple bamboos around Luo Changfeng's body began to tremble.

The violent trembling and rustling sound shook off the snow piled on the bamboo branches.

A flock of birds flew out from the huge purple bamboo forest.

The trembling bamboo forest actually began to move, like a formation.

So there were countless purple bamboos, inside and outside, and three layers moved closer to Luo Changfeng. What extended above the purple bamboo was no longer bamboo branches, but sharp ice thorns.

Luo Changfeng is now at the lower level of Chonghui. Without refining essence and qi condensed, the three purity qi cannot support it to rise into the air. Although there are many martial arts that can make people temporarily leave the ground for more than ten meters.

The shortest purple bamboo in the bamboo forest is dozens of meters high. Even Luo Changfeng used such a pedestrian's body technique to jump out of the dense ice thorns of the bamboo forest.

All the ways out were completely blocked by the moving purple bamboo.

Luo Changfeng tightly held the knife in his hand.

He closed his eyes.

The power of the country, mountains and rivers is secretly activated.

Everything around the world seems to be gradually becoming clearer.

He did not open his eyes, but could see the trajectory of the wind and spiritual power, and could feel a temperature close to the human body temperature moving outside the bamboo array.

He captured the traces of Yan Xi.

Without any hesitation, he infused his sword intent, then turned around and waved the knife and slashed it in front of him.

...

The gate of the earthly tower in Wuchen Temple slowly opened.

A worldly warmth was released from the tower and instantly melted the snowflakes flying in the air.

There have been many people gathered in front of the tower, many students wearing black Taoist temple uniforms.

These students all looked a little embarrassed, completely devoid of the youthful appearance of the handsome young man when they first entered the school. Instead, they were replaced by a kind of fortitude in their faces, a kind of fortitude derived from self-confidence.

The snow-white world was revealed in front of us again. Li Xingyun and Su Xiaofan and other disciples stood behind the tower gate and felt the chill of this cold world rushing into the tower. The two couldn't help but shivered.

The old Taoist master of the master level who could not see things without being very nimble, moved his ears. Hearing the heavy sound of the slowly rising stone gate of the World Tower, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face for the first time.

(The genuine version is in Zongheng, I hope it can support it.)