The eyebrows and hair were covered with white frost.

There were even crystal ice blooms between his arms, waist and abdomen, covering the autumn autumn like a demon in the snowy mountain, as if wherever he went, it turned into a frozen territory.

Behind him, the young man in black was covered in snow.

He looked around. Within five feet of Shen Qiu and him, there were more than a dozen crystal clear ice sculptures, and those who were slashing and slashing with swords and swords.

He also maintained a look of shouting, anger, or longing.

One by one, it seems that time was frozen in that moment.

This scene not only scared the young man in black, but also scared the others in the field. It was fine if those masters with self-control methods were not allowed to deal with Chen Qiu. They knew very well.

But these dozen ice sculptures were like a cold slap in the face, hitting the young people who were passionate, leaving their passionate and unscathed.

Will and courage cannot change the gap that makes people despair.

The force shown by Chen Qiu's move completely dispelled their intention to rush forward and kill Chen Qiu's random knife.

How could it be that simple?

What is a master?

What is the world?

These questions were answered at this moment.

The venue was so quiet that it was scary. The movement of a needle falling could be heard clearly, and someone was retreating.

They try not to attract attention,

But in this scene, the movement of hundreds of people retreating together could not be concealed.

"well."

As things have developed to this point, Tang Jiusheng knew that he could no longer stay out of the matter unless he did not want the reputation he had accumulated for most of his life.

The owner of Lianhuanwu pulled out his long sword, stepped forward, and shouted loudly:

"Don't go to the ground list, don't go forward and die!"

As the best martial arts master in the field, he could see clearly just now that Chen Qiu's cold burst did not freeze everyone who rushed towards him.

Those experts on the earth list can resist the cold with their deep true energy and escape unstoppable.

But below the human list, if you lack true energy, you cannot do this.

In other words, as long as the cold air in Chen Qiu's body continued to spread out, the warriors on the human list would die in vain and would not hurt him at all.

This master of Wu's unique skills and Shuoxue's mysterious skills are used to hurt the whole world.

"Who asked you to organize this evil-killing conference?"

Chen Qiu didn't care.

He moved his frozen arms and fists and walked forward. Wherever he went, the frost under his feet was like a spider web, scattering around, and his voice was also as cold as ice at this moment.

He asked:

"Is it Zhao Lian? Or Penglai? Or is it really because of the passion in my heart? No, right? You guys don't look like loyal people."

Seeing Chen Qiu provoking, the ghost sword general Sarilang immediately started to curse.

But Chen Qiu waved his hand again.

This demon was like a madman, saying to himself:

"Forget it, I don't actually care about the answer. Anyway, I can't escape today."

"Swish"

The moment he finished speaking, Sarilang lost the energy to capture Chen Qiu, and his figure also disappeared on the spot at the same time. The ghost knife alerted Dasheng in his heart, turned around and slashed.

He brought several blood lights to kill.

The nine-style killing move of this ghost sword is domineering and cruel, like a blood-colored whirlwind, squeezing all existences within three feet into it.

Sarilang saw clearly that Chen Qiu's figure was brought into the sword light, but before he could feel happy, he saw that the figure was broken by touch.

At the same time, the burning yin and coldness, and two completely different forces hit him with two fists and hit the bloody Qi behind him.

"Hahaha"

The ghost knife will laugh.

The autumn is coming to a hibernation.

His Ghost Sword Sutra's true energy is not just as cruel and cruel.

This protective qi can corrode the true qi and energy, resist the sinister and cold, and also attract illusions, just wait for a few touches.

No matter how powerful Chen Qiu is, he will still be exposed.

"die!"

Sarilang turned around and stabbed with a crazy smile.

It's the Ghost Sword's Defeat.

He was sure that this sword could seriously hurt Chen Qiu. As long as the demon was less than the Heavenly List, at this distance, the Ghost Sword Sutra triggered hallucinations, he could not avoid them at all!

"careful!"

Tang Jiusheng's exclamation sounded in Sarilang's ears, and a ghost knife burst into doubt.

He has clearly cut down Chen Qiu, why should he remind him?

"Swish"

The blood-killing ghost sword flew past the figure, dividing Chen Qiu in front of him into two, but no blood flowed out, which shocked Sarilang.

Another phantom?

"Crash"

At this moment, the five Chen Qiu used boxing techniques and five completely different strategies of the Liangyi Divine Fist, hitting Sarilang's body at the same time from five directions.

The blood-light shield broke into a phantom of blood-light flying all over the sky.

Sarilang, who was hit three times, flew backwards with blood sprayed and hit the platform in a mess.

He raised his head in disbelief and saw Chen Qiu holding his blood-killing ghost knife, stretching out his fingers, and gently stroking it on the blade.

Behind Shen Qiu, the dissipating phantom seemed to be blending into the shadow.

Only then did he realize that under the cold air around Shen Qiu, there was a wisp of black true energy floating.

"Ghost Shadow Magic Art?"

Sarilang is not an unsavvy person.

At the last moment of the Jinling Battle, he had seen Zhang Moye and Ren Hao fight with his own eyes.

Those phantoms were clearly the killer moves like the ghost-like legion used by Zhang Moye that night.

but...

But how could Chen Qiu use Shuoxue Ghost Shadow at the same time and two internal strengths?

This is simply impossible!

"This knife is good."

Chen Qiu had no obligation to answer Sarilang's question. The ghost sword general was hit by three divine fists. At that moment, he should have died.

Chen Qiu spared his life, but it was not out of pity.

"But the knife holder is far from it."

Chen Qiu curled his lips, held the ghost-headed sword in both hands, and made a starting hand gesture of military formation sword technique.

He said to Sarilang:

"What kind of ghost sword scripture is clearly the basic version of the Blood Sea Demonic Art. It's not just that Zhang Moye plagiarized you, or that Zhang Moye you learned secretly, and it's no longer clear what you have learned.

But, I'll tell you a secret."

Chen Qiu smiled and saw the five people on the stage feeling cold all over.

The ghost sword in his hand shifted downwards a little, and the five true qi in his body circulated again, walking on a special route. The next moment, a familiar blood light rose from the ice-clad blade of the ghost sword.

In the swaying blood, the slightest sound of Chen Qiu floating came from all around.

"My name is not talented, but this Blood Sea Demonic Art will actually be a little bit."
Chapter completed!