Chapter 169

"Qiang Qiang... Qiang Qiang Qiang..."

In a dark night, Ling Yunfan in the valley is carrying mu Bingyun and fighting fiercely with Hu Tian and ye Xinghong, who have the cultivation of King Wu's second level realm.

Among them, the three people were as fast as the wind, holding their own weapons to attack each other, as if they were colliding into a flash of streamer. Each impact would make a loud sound enough to make the snow collapse.

Soon Hu Tian and ye Xinghong seemed to have reached some agreement. The cold power of the two long swords fused together and attacked Ling Yunfan,

In the face of the joint attack of the two opponents in the second level of the king of Wu, Ling Yunfan dared not continue to hold up the sword. He immediately wrapped Ying Jiao's sword with spiritual power to make it float around. At the same time, his hands were constantly holding the formula.

Seeing this scene, mu Bingyun, who was carried by him, brightened his eyes and obviously recognized the moves that Ling Yunfan was going to perform next.

Not only her, but also ye Xinghong, who came from the joint attack, felt threatened by the virtual shadow of the green dragon condensed by Ling Yunfan. Immediately, they were instinctively driven to retreat quickly and couldn't compete with it.

"Green dragon killing skill!" unfortunately, just when they knew they shouldn't compete and were ready to launch it, Ling Yunfan had already ordered the huge green dragon virtual shadow to directly blow their long sword out, and its powerful power directly buried them.

"Dada, dada..." Ye Xinghong and that Hu Tian, who fought against the killing of the green dragon, were also repulsed far away.

When they stopped and looked at each other, they released all the spiritual power left in their bodies into wisps of unusually cold spiritual power and cold ice power, and put them in front of their chest for continuous fusion.

"Lingzu's secret skill is ice sparrow thousands of miles!" seeing the mysterious and powerful martial arts brewing by Hu Tian and ye Xinghong, mu Bingyun immediately recognized what they were playing.

It turned out that at the moment, they were forced into a desperate situation again and again by Ling Yunfan, a guy of King Wu's level, and finally erased their last calm in their hearts. Therefore, they decided to let Ling Yunfan be buried with them even if they had to sacrifice their own lives.

At this time, although he didn't know what was going on, Ling Yunfan immediately pulled off his clothes tied with mu Bingyun and walked forward slowly.

Mu Bingyun, who had to leave from Ling Yunfan's back, could only retreat obediently, because she knew that if she continued to entangle, it would only distract him. At that time, if her combat effectiveness could not be brought into full play, she would be very likely to be killed here. Therefore, for the sake of the overall situation, she could only go far.

"Whew..."

"Pooh... Pooh..."

At this time, two streamers of red and white appeared in the sky. They suddenly came to Hu Tian and ye Xinghong. In an instant, they cut off their hands that were releasing their spiritual power, and immediately their blood was flying wildly.

As the brewing was cut off, the so-called secret skills stopped gathering, and finally turned into a little bit of ice and disappeared.

For this sudden event, whether ye Xinghong, Hu Tian or mu Bingyun of the party concerned did not react from surprise. They were very curious about where one or two swords came from. Although they knew that Ling Yunfan could condense such a special long sword at will, they just didn't see any fluctuations in condensing martial arts.

Not to mention launching an attack.

"I see... I understand." but after thinking for a while, mu Bingyun remembered the two cluster thunder and fire double swords that ended the masked people at that time, and suddenly realized the reason.

"Aimelim cut!" just as ye Xinghong and Hu Tian had not retreated from their daze, Ling Yunfan's figure had come to them in a few breaths, and a voice came out in a tone like death. His hands had already cut them directly with cluster thunder and fire swords unconsciously, Suddenly turned into a light green light blade and cut it directly.

"This... Impossible..."

"I should die... Die here..."

Ye Xinghong and Na Hutian could not resist, not to mention that they had no time to use their defense means, so just when they reacted, they had found the fact that they were dead. Finally, they just reluctantly said their last words, and all their vitality disappeared and their bodies fell down, Die completely.

"He really did it..." looking at Ling Yunfan not far away, standing on the snow like the God of war, mu Bingyun, who stood not far away to watch the war, blushed and whispered excitedly.

At the same time, the worried heart was also put down in an instant, relaxed, and was deeply attracted by Ling Yunfan, who was full of wounds but gave a very powerful posture.

Mu Bingyun, who found himself strange, took a deep breath and found that his heart had already been captured by the young man named Ling fan, especially everything he had done to protect her, which had made this feeling completely firm in his heart and seemed to never be shaken.

Just as the cluster of thunder and fire swords in Ling Yunfan's hands faded and ready to return to Mu Bingyun, the sky suddenly dimmed, the whole valley and even the mountains were constantly shaking, countless snow mountains around collapsed one after another, and cracks appeared on the ground on which they stood, as if they would be broken down soon.

Seeing this scene, both Ling Yunfan and mu Bingyun know that this is a sign that the holy Yin cold condensation is ready to be born.

"Whew..." I don't know how long later, the ground where Ling Yunfan stood suddenly cracked, and a blue liquid broke through the earth with the smell of ice that seemed to freeze the world.

"Ling fan!" seeing this, mu Bingyun was also worried about missing the opportunity to catch the holy Yin cold condensation, so he immediately shouted to Ling Yunfan.

Hearing the speech, although he was a little overwhelmed, Ling Yunfan, who had already known how to catch, quickly shook his hands, released the purple cloud fire in his body and turned it into a big palm to catch the holy Yin cold dew that was about to escape from here.

The holy Yin cold condensed dew bound by Ziyun fire immediately struggled constantly, as if it wanted to leave. Unfortunately, Ziyun fire is a spiritual power, with incredible power, and it is just to overcome it. With the help of the big array here, it is simply unable to resist. It is like a child caught by his father and no longer dare to be presumptuous.

Seeing this, Ling Yunfan immediately opened his mouth to hold the holy Yin cold dew the size of half a fist.

At the same time, mu Bingyun, whose face was very red, also flew to him. Suddenly, without saying a word, he was in a slender jade hand, put his arm around Ling Yunfan's neck, and asked him about his pale and bloodless lips.

The soft feeling of two lips kissing made Ling Yunfan's body addicted, but he still knew that now was not the time to take advantage of each other, so he immediately transferred the holy Yin cold dew in his mouth.

However, during the transportation, even he did not find that the divine and demon blood in his body was also swallowing the holy Yin cold condensate, and the toxin of the bloodthirsty poison needle around his meridians was continuously dissipated.

Ling Yunfan, who swallowed up half of the holy Yin and cold dew, actually restored his original cultivation in an instant. Even if he retreated from the state of fierce struggle in hell, he was still the first level of King Wu and raised to the height of the third level of King Wu.

However, because this feeling was very comfortable, he was unconscious when he used his willpower to keep awake. When he could finally detect it, he only felt that he was lying on a soft body and buried his head in the pair of full semicircles.