This cold is like a cold frost, and it is a frost that rises from the bamboo knife. The frost is visible to the naked eye, and the speed becomes more and more thick. Finally, it is covered with the blade of the bamboo knife, and Luo Changfeng’s arms are rapidly solidified and frozen.
Luo Changfeng didn’t mean to argue with Yan Xi.
Bamboo knives have stabbed each other’s eyes. After all, this battle still needs a knife and a sword.
The sudden cold didn’t make him feel unbearable cold. The Yuan God trained by his father Luo Ling in his previous life was ice and snow, and the weapon he wore was Youlong cold gun.
Whether it’s an ice and snow god or a cold gun with a frost dragon soldier’s soul, the cold is sharper than this snow curtain ice wall. Many people grew up holding Youlong’s cold gun, and Luo Changfeng naturally won’t be afraid of this insignificant cold.
It’s just a fight. If you put your whole arm frozen by this frost, it won’t make you fall into the danger of wind instantly.
The foot suddenly oscillated and a stream of gas came out. This sharp gas shattered the thick snow around the feet that had fallen deeply into the snow.
This gas strength is not him, but Luo Changfeng’s intention to repair the knife from the knife spectrum left by the knife idiot.
The knife itself spurted out like a sharp wind and swept forward along his arm. The frozen curtain of the frozen arm was instantly twisted into several pieces of ice when it met this knife.
Bamboo knife again show eyes.
This knife still doesn’t mean to die down. It’s like a set of bamboo knives, a hurricane knife ring, and it destroys the snow curtain ice wall irresistibly. Then Luo Changfeng leans forward with his feet slightly, and the bamboo knife in his hand pierces a point forward.
Yan Xi face smile became a little cold.
This knife comes too fast, just like the bamboo knife in Luo Changfeng’s hand.
The sharp point in his eyes is getting closer and closer, which seems to make him feel a subtle and dazzling sharpness. His eyes become dry, then there is an acid attack, and finally a blood line emerges from his eyes.
This knife means too much to look straight at.
Yan Xi leans back.
He kept sliding backwards in the snow with his arms and feet open.
Luo Changfeng hands bamboo knife chasing Yan Xi backwards.
They are fast.
But the relative position of the two is still maintained the original appearance.
Yan Xi’s bloodshot eyes once again showed a deep coldness, and his hands closed into a complicated gesture.
Then those hands were instantly frozen.
The arm is instantly frozen, the neck is instantly frozen, and the whole head and body are instantly frozen.
It is a harbinger that Yan Xi has turned into an ice sculpture.
Ice sculpture natural method continues to retreat rapidly, and Luo Changfeng bamboo knife finally pierces a point forward again.
This point pierced the eye of the ice sculpture, and then the color knife invaded the eye along the blade, and then instantly spread the whole ice sculpture.
There was a crack in the ice sculpture when it clicked, and several cracks emerged from the corner of the eye, which were like cobwebs all over the ice sculpture.
But there is no Yan Xi figure!
A cold wind swept over my face and a few strands of hair on my forehead. Luo Changfeng closed his knife and looked around.
There is wind around the bamboo forest, shattered snow and dancing in front of my eyes.
Luo Changfeng’s sight was blocked by this messy snowflake. He couldn’t see Yan Xi’s figure. Looking around, he vaguely saw a white figure moving at a high speed.
There is a purple bamboo trembling on the left hand side.
There is also a purple bamboo trembling on the right hand side.
I don’t know when all the purple bamboos around Luo Changfeng are trembling.
The violent vibration shook off the falling snow of bamboo branches with a rustling sound.
A flock of birds flew up in Nuoda Purple Bamboo Forest.
The trembling bamboo forest actually moves like a law
So there are countless purple bamboos surrounded by three times in the inside and outside, moving closer to Luo Changfeng. The extension of purple bamboos is no longer bamboo branches but sharp ice thorns.
Luo Changfeng is now rushing to Hui Jing Xiu without refining the refined gas, and the three clean gases are supported by the law. Although there are many postures in the martial arts that can make people temporarily leave the ground for more than ten meters, the shortest purple bamboo in this bamboo forest is tens of meters high. Even if Luo Changfeng uses these walker postures, he can jump out from the dense bamboo forest ice thorn.
All the way out is completely blocked by this moving purple bamboo.
Luo Changfeng shook hands tightly and was stabbed.
He closed his eyes.
- After all, his strength is not as good as that of Hijacking Tuo Lord. He just tried his best to fight against Hijacking Tuo Lord. He did so with an ancient monty fighting for opportunities.
- From a distance, it looks as if the palm of a giant Buddha fell from the sky and suppressed the crane in an instant.