Chapter 540: Ice holy style

The fifty-fourth chapter of the ice holy style
On the Xingshan Mountain, the murderous transpiration, the war is on the verge.
The war flashed his hands and screamed, his eyes were sharp, and he could not wait to let the "Tianling" in front of him swallow the skin. The latter was just a fluttering sentence, and he forced his identity, which made him very hurt and more insulted.
"Then let me see the singularity of the proud world." Ling Feng did not rush to pay off the double stone from the eyebrows, the other is the 9th-level Wu Sheng, and he is still fighting, how can he not bully with bare hands Man.
"I am not a proud person!" The warfare denies that if other forces know that they are playing a disgraceful role in this battle, isn't it discrediting the proud world?
"Do you think it is interesting to deny this time?" Ling Feng sneered. "I believe that you should also know the combat power these days. Under such circumstances, if you do not display the martial arts of the proud world, think you can escape?"
The battle flash was silent. He gritted his teeth and cried so much that he had to cry. Before he came here, the young master must be careful, but he was taken lightly.
Moreover, as the "Tianling" said, in the face of a arrogant that can kill the eight-level sacred sacred crane, the result of wanting to hide is death, and once exposed, just ask a little, naturally know that he comes from Where is it?
"Indeed, I am from the proud world." The war flashed a little meditation, and said with a sneer. "If Nirvana is not as strong as we think, except for Ice, it is only four or five. Holy, do you think that this can compete with our proud Shizong?"
"That said, it is you who are provocative in the back of the alchemy battle?" Ling Feng sneered.
"..."
"You won't answer, I will be your default." Ling Feng took advantage of the double stone, and the war was burning. He had just advanced to the golden spirit, and he needed such a hearty battle.
This is not, the proud Shizong was sent to the door, have to say, they are still quite "intimate."
"I am also very curious, what kind of forces are those fighters?" The flashing eyes flashed and said: "As far as I know, among the many holy islands, it seems that there is no power related to Nirvana?"
Ling Feng didn't talk, he just stared at the sneer, full of ridicule, and when the latter couldn't stand it, he finally said, "Do you think I will answer your idiot question?

"Mahjong!" The flash of fire flashed at once, this shameless guy, can't you make people look at it before they die?
"kill!"
The next moment, the battle flash killed the past, the nine light silver light on the body, slowly blooming, looks like a silver cloud, the horrible momentum, extending from his arm to the trench.
A spurt out, the cloud is moving!
"Oh!", the sound is so fast, you can hear the sound of the air and its friction, and after the war, the surrounding air explodes quickly, forming a whirlpool of swirls, turning into the tail of the trench.
"Nine-level Wu Sheng, I want to fight!" The battle of Ling Feng’s heart has already burned onto the double stone.
He raised his hands and swarmed up in the golden light, all of them rushed into the double stone. At the same time, he displayed the heaven and man, the vegetation and the surrounding rocks, including the dodge of the flash, Everything is clearly emerging.
Then, the fire flew out like ice, and the mental powers also ran away. On one side, they pressed against the flash, and they let their speed soar to a point where they could compete with the 9th-level Wusheng.
"Hey!"
He is like a sharp arrow, and he looks like a breeze. In the blink of an eye, he kills the past. Under the urging of the golden spirit, the double stone has reached a million kilograms of force, and this is the limit of the double stone.
Face up, hard!
Ling Feng did not think about to dodge, he wants to see the strongest strength of the gold spirit, and there is still a gap between the nine-level Wu Sheng.
"Oh!", this is the sound of the trenches falling on the double stone, with a sharply trembled storm.
"Booming..."
Then, the trenches were bent down. The eight clouds of light above the body and the aura of the body were hard together, forming a terrible frenzy. The horrible screams exploded and took a step back.
"Oh!" Almost in an instant, the war flashed and screamed, and the huge force weighing a million pounds, all squatting on his trenches, and slamming into his arms along the trenches. physically.
When he clicked, his arm bones split open, and the whole person was shaken out and squatted directly on the rock. Zhangkou was a blood.
Immediately, the double stone crushed the past and smashed all the eight clouds. The sound of "噗噗" was like a knife inserted in the heart of the war, letting him vomit blood.
Too light enemy!
He knows that Ling Feng is a martial artist, has reached the level of the golden spirit, and he is more powerful than the body, it is an idiot's behavior, and he did not really show the lore in this attack, let He ate a big loss at once.
"I will kill you!" The war flashed his heart and said evilly.
"Although I know that your purpose is to escape, but you are very discouraged, I will give you a chance." Ling Feng defied the threat of war flash, said. "Right, you will not run away?"
"..." The flash of war began to vomit blood again, this time it was depressed.
"You are just a refining warrior. How difficult is it to kill you?" The flash of cold smiles, and then, after the trenches, he killed Lingfeng, and this time he really used the killer.
......
On the other side of Xingshan, Ye Xinran stood alone on the edge of the mountain, looking indifferently at Zhao Xianer who came step by step.
"Ice, I haven't heard of it. Which force are you?" Zhao Xianer laughed coldly. "I want to kill today, I always know who is dead in my hands."
"Imperial door!" Ye Xinran indifferent.
"What?" Zhao Xianer's eyes were a wave of volatility, but it was cold. "You are a disciple of immortality? This does not seem satisfactory."
"You are a disciple of the immortal door." Ye Xinran said earnestly.
"Oh, do you think so?" Zhao Xianer laughed. "That is a super power, admirable, and I always wanted to enter."
"You are an immortal disciple." Ye Xinran stressed.
"I am not..." Zhao Xianer angered.
"You are an immortal disciple!" Ye Xinran said again.
"..." Zhao Xianer is mad, she does not know where the ice saint is from where she found her clues. She has long recognized that she is an immortal disciple, which means that she is going to fight the immortal door.
"war!"
Zhao Xianer is no longer nonsense, and the nine sacred lights are blasted at once, and they are soaring upwards and downwards. "铿锵", the nine holy lights merge and become a sword of death.
When she came up, she was a lore. Anyone who faced a super master like Ye Xinran would not have any luck in her heart.
The "呛" narrow sword made a tremorous phoenix, and the inscription above seemed to be resurrected. There was a vague phoenix to fly out. However, it was only a shadow.
"Tear off!"
The air is split like a cloth. A sword like a raging river, like a roaring unicorn, has no horrific momentum, but has the strongest sharpness that condenses together.
The desperate sword, a sword is desperate!
"Oh!", Ye Xinran moved, and the short knife in her hand flashed. The nine lights on the top shattered and turned into a little bit of light. They gathered together, entangled each other, and climbed bit by bit. .
In the tremor of the sky, a star-shaped sea was formed. It flew quickly, and it was so ridiculous that even Zhao Xianer had stunned. At this moment, Ye Xinran’s decisive and cold, she was very scared.
When the lock was tied to this lore, her face was white. She thought that Ye Xinran would underestimate her enemy and give her a chance, but she was wrong. Ye Xinran was more serious than her.
Lions and rabbits must also go all out!
You must know that Ye Xinran comes from the anti-God. It is a perverted force. They know the way of assassination and counter-killing. They know how to give the enemy a chance. They are accelerating their own demise. Therefore, most of their shots are killed.
Not cruel, but fierce!
"Hey!"
The lock dragons flew out, it was extremely dazzling, and when it was a great battle with the dragons before the leaves, it was much faster. Then Zhao Xianer rushed to one side, and the body leaned over and risked the past. Then he killed. Ye Xinran.
but……
"Hey!" The lock was tied and killed again, and the hair of Zhao Xianer was entangled in a flash.
As the shadows follow, unless the speed can be faster than Ye Xinran, the denial can not escape.
The next moment, Ye Xinran's footsteps were slightly wrong. The body was close to the ground, letting the horrible desperate sword fly over the forehead. Immediately, she handed a short knife and stabbed it.
A knife!
This is not a lore, but the most common killing, straight and straight, but when the speed is so ridiculous, it is particularly horrible.
In the process, the lock dragon was also wrapped in Zhao Xianer, so that she could not break free no matter how hard she struggled. Finally, the whole person was trapped. At the same time, Ye Xinran’s knife was just as time-consuming.
"Hey!"
The blade pierced Zhao Xianer's throat, all the way down, and all her internal organs were smashed, and even the light and blood were cut off.
One blow!
Even the nine-level Wusheng was in front of her, and it was hard to strike. This made Zhao Xianer fear the extreme. Such a arrogance, I am afraid that the young masters may not be able to overcome it.
"Does this lock the dragon bind, does it need to constantly input the Holy Light to maintain it?" She stammered her throat and stammered.
"Idiot!" Ye Xinran left without returning.
Zhao Xianer smiled awkwardly. She is indeed an idiot. All three of them are idiots. The ice saint is a character who is extremely jealous even if the Lord is less. How can a dragon snake make her tired?
This is what they showed to them. What is pitiful is that they actually believe it.