Invincible BOSS System

Hiss!

The big sword cut across the ice crystal, splitting a long, narrow and deep crack.

Chen Xinglie holds the hilt of the sword in both hands and stands the blade on the ice, like a gentle scholar holding a bamboo stick and walking in the snow, looking at Ning Fenghan and others who have been bullied by the wind and snow. Enjoy the beauty of this snow country.

"Is this sword good-looking?"

Chen Xinglie raised the big sword like a whip, and slapped the side of the sword on Ning Fenghan's face severely, making a crackle, and then asked: "I ask you, if you look good, why are you? not talking?"

Ning Fenghan gritted his teeth and trembled slightly.

At this point, the only thing this North Kingdom halberd immortal, who was well-known as the Great King Dynasty, could do was to get angry and tremble with anger.

Before Chen Xinglie raised the great sword, Ning Fenghan could still speak.

When the big sword hit Ning Fenghan’s face and slapped a few slaps, the cold Xuanming cold air followed the sword’s edge and followed the skin and flesh on Ning Fenghan’s face, invading between the mouth, tongue and neck. Meridians are frozen.

The meridians are blocked, how can I still open?

The anger in Ning Fenghan's heart was like a volcanic eruption, but the anger was ultimately only anger. It burned the undead, nor could it burn the Xuanming cold energy in the body. It could only make the blood flow in Ning Fenghan's body a little faster, barely able to. Make a trembling posture, as for other actions...

Ning Fenghan couldn't do it anymore.

What about the cultivation of land immortals?

It was precisely because Ning Fenghan had the highest strength among the crowd, and this was the person Chen Xinglie targeted most.

In the entire Qingyun City, the place where Xuan Ming's cold energy is most concentrated is where Ning Fenghan is.

Bingxue had already frozen half of Ning Fenghan's body in the icy ice, and the ice was like countless palms, wrapping the lower half of Ning Fenghan's body, firmly confining the North Kingdom Halberd Immortal to the ground.

Fang Tian painted the halberd in Ning Fenghan's hand, sinking deep in the ice, unable to pull it out.

"This seat is a reasonable person. When you came to Qingyun City, the city was covered with hoarfrost. Now, this seat returns you a heavy snowfall. This matter is called a human relationship. You see, this seat is human. Being in the world is so empathetic and righteous."

Chen Xinglie seemed to sigh a little, and sighed: "It's a pity that although this snow scene is so beautiful, your Ning Fenghan is too blessed to be blessed."

Ning Fenghan felt extremely hated in his heart, but could not speak, staring at the long sword in Chen Xinglie's hand, thinking that in the next moment, Chen Xinglie would slash him with the sword.

hiss!

The sword's edge flashed.

Ning Fenghan heard the sound of Jian Feng's hissing wind, thinking that he was bound to die, but suddenly felt his body sink.

Chen Xinglie cut down with a sword, but did not kill Ning Fenghan.

The big sword swept across Ning Fenghan’s knees, cutting the meridians of Ning Fenghan’s legs, and at the same time dispelling the ice crystals and cold air on Ning Fenghan’s knees, causing Ning Fenghan’s legs to thaw and lose the support of the ice. , Immediately became unstable.

Puff!

Ning Fenghan bent his legs and knelt on the ground.

The wind and snow came over, freezing Ning Fenghan's lower body once again.

"Back then, during the Battle of Frost City, did you think that there will be today?"

Chen Xinglie asked calmly.

Of course, Ning Fenghan could not answer this question.

Chen Xinglie didn't pay attention to this northern halberd immortal for the time being, only turned to look at the group of northern frontier masters not far away, then lifted the big sword and blew it lightly.

The blood on the sword slipped quietly.

The blood bead had not yet landed, it had already condensed into ice, hit the ground, and fell into debris.

Chen Xinglie looked up at the wind and snow in the sky, his gaze swept across the giant gate in the sky, and finally fell on Chang Kong Wuji, saying: "A few days ago, the army owner was seriously injured and scrambled with his head. How long has it been? The Lord actually healed the scar and forgot the pain, and ran to Qingyun City to die. Could it be that in the mind of the military owner, this seat is not an evil spirit, but a compassionate Buddhist man who is kind and reluctant to kill you?"

Chang Kong Wuji stared at Chen Xinglie coldly, silent.

The leader of the Xifeng Army did not want to speak, but his tongue was frozen by the cold air of Xuan Ming, and he couldn't speak.

"Back then, during the Battle of Frost City, did you think that there will be today?"

Chen Xinglie's tone was cold, and he asked Chang Kong Wuji again the previous sentence that had been asked about Ning Fenghan.

hiss!

Chen Xinglie's sword raised.

Like Ning Fenghan, Chang Kong Wuji knelt on the ground.

"Kneeling first is apologizing."

"The bonfire is extinguished, and the bean curd is cold. Used as an offering, it is inevitable that it is not worthy of Chen's status. When the bonfire is rekindled, the bean curd is heated, and the time is right to kill you."

Chen Xinglie's tone is leisurely, like a scholar who is gentle and moist.

This time, Chen Xinglie stopped blowing the blood from the sword, but directly lifted the big sword and wiped it clean on Chang Kong Wuji's face.

At this time, the Northern Frontier masters standing around Changkong Wuji were already shuddering. Unfortunately, the whole body was frozen in the cold and couldn't speak. They could only do their best to run the martial art blood to resist the cold, and they were not immediately frozen. dead.

Chen Xinglie dragged the big sword and walked in front of Mo Yixiao. The blade was bounced and dropped by the uneven ice, bumping and clinking.

Mo Yixiao blinked his eyes suddenly and kept blinking.

Unexpectedly, in this situation, Mo Yixiao's eyelids were not frozen, and they could still blink.

This made Chen Xinglie a little surprised. He stepped forward, swung his sword to dissipate the coldness between Mo Yixiao's tongue, and said with interest: "Others are freezing, why can you blink?"

Mo Yixiao's jaw trembled a few times, and he realized that the meridians had been connected, and his eyes were filled with the joy of the rest of his life. He hurriedly said: "Shen Wuzong was built on the top of the snow-capped mountains. Dharma is a magic trick of the ice attribute, which is more cold-resistant than ordinary people."

Without waiting for Chen Xinglie to speak, Mo Yixiao followed him and said: "This time I came to Qingyun City, it was not my Shen Wuzong's original intention. Ning Fenghan, known as the halberd immortal of the Northern Kingdom, ordered the various sects in northern Xinjiang to come with him to Qingyun City. , We dare not fail! Please open the net and let us have a life. I and all the sects in northern Xinjiang will remember your kindness and will never forget it. If you have anything to send, we..."

Mo Yixiao hadn't finished speaking, and the cold air had invaded the meridians again. He could only maintain this mouth opening motion, freezing in the wind and snow, and then desperately blinking, hoping Chen Xinglie could let him explain a few more words.

"Do you believe it?"

Chen Xinglie suddenly turned around and looked at Li Qinglian 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.