Chapter 511: Can you come back?

Sect Master's hideous laughter echoed continuously in the wind and snow.
The twisted smile on his face made people shudder.
"You are crazy." The elder snorted coldly.
Not far away, many warriors were smiling triumphantly.
Most of them are the arrogances of the extremely cold land.
Among them, Han Cang and Feng Huayue are the heads.
"Haha, did you fall into a crack in the extreme cold? He is dead." Han Cang smiled stingingly.
Feng Huayue showed regret on her face and said, "It's just a pity for those babies."
"Spirit-swallowing Ice Whale King, Blizzard Sword, and nearly five hundred catties of Ice Marrow."
Many Tianjiao in the extremely cold place all around laughed.
"God is really unfair, giving so many treasures to a dead person."
"If we got it, how good it would be."
The laughter was extremely harsh.
No one noticed that the expressions of the three Qin Feiyang, who had been silent, had already changed.
Their faces are very complicated.
There are anger, some unwillingness, and many inexplicable emotions.
But more, it was a kind of madness and killing intent that could no longer be suppressed.
"That's it again, it's the same." Qin Feiyang murmured.
"It's the same way watching him fall into the realm of life and death."
"This guy, don't you give us a chance to protect him?"
His speech speed is not fast, slow, but extremely low.
"Haha." Lin Jin gave a miserable laugh.
"It's good to find an opportunity. The five of us got together and had a drink."
"This guy, do you want to miss the appointment?"
Liu Yanran, silently, looked at Bing Chengtian, the Lord of Cold Ice, the Lord of Evernight and others with cold eyes.
"Those guys, we can't kill them yet."
"But you might as well charge some interest first."
Qin Feiyang and Lin Jin nodded, looking at the people around them smiling triumphantly.
These heavenly arrogances in the extremely cold land are collecting all kinds of rare natural treasures in this wind and snow land.
"Ka Ka Ka." Qin Feiyang's fist cracked.
"Brother Xiao Yi, who was the first place in the Ice Edge Conference, came to a dead end."
"You acrobatics are inferior to human beings, so why are you proud to reap your chances?"
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In the distance, Bing Chengtian arched his hands to the Lord of the Ice Hall.
He nodded to the Palace Master of Evernight and the Master of Xuedao.
"This time, thanks to the help of several people, the old lady can successfully obtain the Bingxin Sacred Fruit."
"In the future, the old man will not refuse if there are some requests."
"Senior Chengtian is polite." The Palace Master of Evernight and the Master of Xuedaomen arched their hands.
The lord of the cold ice nodded, did not say much.
"So, the old man left." Bing Chengtian said.
"The Bingxin Sacred Fruit must be returned to the Bingwu Kingdom as soon as possible."
Bing Chengtian said, just about to leave.
Suddenly, his eyes were startled.
Because, in the distance, three figures suddenly turned the scene into a mess.
The three of Qin Feiyang were attacking the warriors in the extremely cold land.
Especially the warriors of one palace, one discipline and two religions.
"Looking for death." Palace Master of the Night and Snow Sword Master, their eyes were cold.
In the distance, Qin Feiyang's hands were claws, and Han Cang's chest was drawn blood with one claw.
Lin Jin's heavy knife has already blasted Feng Huayue away.
Liu Yanran, like a phantom, raged among the warriors.
Every second, a warrior died under her palm.
In a short moment, more than a dozen warriors of the Bingwu Kingdom were killed.
The Edge of the Ice Conference, as a grand event for the entire continent, all forces will participate in the martial arts.
There are naturally many warriors participating in the Bingwu Kingdom.
And the number is much more than the participating martial artists of the Yanwu Kingdom.
"Boy, you're looking for death." The Xuedao sect master reacted first, and went straight to Lin Jin.
After all, Lin Jin is now facing Feng Huayue to his death.
At the same time, Palace Master of Evernight also shot immediately.
"Is it a big family warrior in the Yanwu Kingdom? Humph." The Palace Master of the Night snorted coldly.
"I don't care what you have in the Yanwu Kingdom."
"But in a very cold place, one house and one family are the overlords."
"It's not your turn to be presumptuous."
The two shot instantly, intending to capture the three of Qin Feiyang.
Just at this time.
Two streamers leaped across the sky.
Its speed is even much faster than Qin Feiyang's purple light before.
After less than a breath, the two figures have arrived.
Two loud bangs.
The Master of the Night Palace and the Master of Xuedao were blasted off.
Lai Ren is a young and beautiful woman and an old man.
"Snowwing Sculpture Clan." The two people of the Palace Master of the Night spit out a mouthful of blood, their faces extremely ugly.
Yes, the people here are the two extreme powerhouses of Snow Wing Sculpture.
Under the woman's delicate face, there was a hint of teasing.
"Palace Master of Evernight, Master of Snow Blade, just now this clan chief seems to have heard someone say something like the Overlord of the Extreme Cold Land."
"I didn't hear clearly just now."
"I wonder if you two can say it again?"
"Don't dare." The two of the Palace Master of the Night, stood up quickly and bowed respectfully.
"Humph, forgive you for not dare." The woman snorted coldly.
Immediately, the woman looked at Bing Chengtian.
"Tsk tusk, isn't this a great worship of the Bingwu Kingdom?"
"I'm in a very cold place, I don't know how to greet the Snow Wing Carving family?"
Bing Chengtian changed his previous cold arrogance, and said politely, "The Snow Wing Sculpture Patriarch said seriously."
"The old man has something important, so he delayed."
"If you have the opportunity in the future, you will be prepared to pay a visit and pay a visit."
The woman was noncommittal, just about to say something.
Suddenly, the old man dashed to Qin Feiyang's side and asked, "Feiyang, what's wrong?"
At this moment, Qin Feiyang, his eyes bursting with bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Xiao Yi, these have been pushed into the extreme cold crack."
"I want all these chores to be buried with my brother Xiao Yi."
Qin Feiyang did not hide his words and killing intent.
On the side, the woman's face changed drastically when she heard the words.
"Brother Xiao Yi? The kid from Heaven Splitting Sword Sect?"
The woman looked around, but did not find Xiao Yi's figure.
Then the figure flashed, came to the edge of the extreme cold crack, and looked down.
"Damn it, the crack in the extreme cold, unfathomable, like an abyss."
"Falling into it, even the extreme realm of my Snow Wing Sculpture clan will never come back."
Just at this time.
Bing Chengtian arched his hands and said, "Snowwing Sculpture Patriarch, the old man still has important things to do, so I don't want to stay any more and leave."
The voice fell, leaving instantly.
The Lord of the Ice Palace also said nonchalantly, "The Ice Edge Conference is over."
"My mission in the Demon Hunting Palace has also been completed, and the old man will not stay much."
With that, the Lord of the Ice Palace flashed away and left.
Upon seeing this, the woman narrowed her eyes, but did not stop her.
She didn't have any reason to shoot, after all, she and Xiao Yi were not close to each other.
Regardless of whether it is Bing Chengtian or the Lord of Bingbing, their identity is not simple.
She is even more unlikely to stop.
"Patriarch, can't let them go." Qin Feiyang yelled hastily.
The woman shook her head and sighed, "Flying, stop."
Upon seeing this, the palace lord of the night said in a loud voice, "This Ice Edge Conference has ended successfully."
"All the forces, every participant, can leave by themselves."
After all, the Palace Master of the Night, the Snow Blade Master and the others hurried away with their own warriors.
But after a while, all the forces from all sides left.
They have already obtained their own treasures.
Bai Bingxue and others looked at the Sect Master coldly, "Let's go."
"In this matter, when you return to the sect, the master must have a decision."
The Sky Splitting Sword Sect and his party also left one after another.
Qin Feiyang and the three of them had killing intent in their eyes, and they couldn't reduce it.
With a chirp, Qin Feiyang turned into a purple-winged martial arts soul, carrying Lin Jin and Liu Yan, and flying up from the sky.
The three people don't know what they want to do.
"Patriarch." The old man was surprised when he saw this.
The woman shook her head and said, "Don't worry, let them vent."
"The extremely cold land is the world of my Snowwing Sculpture family. No one can hurt them at all."
This ice margin conference, here, can be regarded as ending.
Only the woman and the old man remained in the entire land of wind and snow.
Countless bitter winds have already gathered and recovered.
However, the two of them are exposed to these winds, and if there is nothing, the wind and snow are hard to stop.
"Hey." The woman suddenly sighed heavily, her eyes looking below the extreme cold crack, her face extremely complicated.
"The extremely cold fissure is the first dangerous place in the extremely cold place."
"Falling into it, no one can survive."
"Hundreds of years, the old lady finally asked me about it, but..."
The old man also sighed and said, "The so-called secret arrow is hard to prevent. Who would have thought that the Sect Master of their Sword Sect wanted his life."
"Unless that kid himself has the strength to stand proudly in the world."
"Otherwise, I want to hurt him."
"How we protect is in vain."
"Fine." The woman shook her head, "The young juniors of the Heavenly Splitting Sword Sect just now are also incredible talents."
"You will catch up later and follow along all the way. Be sure to keep them safe to return to the Sky Sword Sect."
"They, I'm afraid it will be her last hope."
"Yes." The old man nodded, then Yukong left.
The woman, standing there for a long time, never left, still staring at the invisible abyss of the crack.
"Listening to Feiyang, you have never let anyone down."
"Can you come back this time?"
"Hey." After a long while, the woman sighed again, and Yukong left.
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