The inner disciple holding the silver sword instantly realized that his arm holding the silver sword was completely useless. The ice silver scale python's ice mysterious energy was too domineering. His arm began to be damaged by the explosion of the ice hockey. If he could be rescued in time, he could still be retained. Now he was bitten by the ice silver scale python, he would definitely be useless.

The inner disciple holding the silver sword was also quite cruel. He heard a "bang" sound, holding the sword in his right hand, swung his sword, cutting off his already frozen arm, and then kicked decisively at the head of the Ice Silver Scale Python.

"Crack...boom..."

The frozen arm of the inner disciple holding the silver sword broke in response to the sound, and it was still left in the huge mouth of the ice silver scale python, falling to the ground with half of the ice silver scale python.

It was not until this time that the ice silver scale python was truly dead. The eyes, which were red due to congestion or blurred by blood, were wide open and looked so strange, as if they were asking for a result, or as if they were mocking something.

The broken part of the completely frozen arm was not flowing out. The inner disciple holding the silver sword did not pick up his arm, but inserted the silver sword hard to the ground, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to recover his mysterious energy and injuries.

Three inner disciples, another one, were also seriously injured. They sat down next to the inner disciple holding the silver sword and began to recover, while the young man holding the giant hammer stood aside to watch.

For a moment, the cold pond became quiet again. Even the passing wind could not shake the cold waves like a mirror.

After a while, the inner disciple with broken arms opened his eyes, and a stream of ice mysterious energy spurted out from his mouth, turning into a white mist, slowly dissipating in the air. It was obvious that he had cleared the ice mysterious energy in his body.

The young man with broken arms stood up and walked silently to the corpse of the ice silver scale python, picked up his broken arms, and the green light flashed in his left hand, turning the broken arms into ice crystal powder. Then he held the silver sword in his hand and slashed towards the broken python head frantically, one sword after another...

“Ahhh…”

The broken-armed boy shattered the python's head and roared at the cold pond, venting, and the sound suddenly rose and the waves surged...

The other two inner disciples stood quietly behind him, silently watching the broken-armed boy venting wildly there.

Finally, the boy with broken arms seemed to have finished venting, and turned around and said lightly: "I'm fine, please clean up. Even if I lose one arm, I can still become strong."

The two of them didn't know what to do, so they nodded quickly.

One of the inner disciples walked to the residual body of the Ice Silver-Scale Python, and made a claw with one hand, stabbed into the seven inches of the python's body, and grabbed a crystal clear snake gall. The snake gall was round and surrounded by cold air, like a crystal ball, like a dream and a illusion.

The broken-armed boy glanced at the snake gallbladder, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

After the three of them were packed up, they were about to leave when the broken-armed boy suddenly looked at Xiao Leng's hidden direction and said coldly: "Friend, it's time to see enough. If you see enough, get out."

Xiao Leng's eyes narrowed, but he did not stand up. Xiao Leng claimed that he was hiding well and his mental power reached level 3 and would not be discovered at all. This broken-armed boy must be cheating on him.

The broken-armed boy paused for a moment and said something to the other two people. Then the three of them surrounded Xiao Leng’s place in a font shape.

After discovering that he was surrounded by three people, Xiao Leng realized that his whereabouts had been noticed by the other party, but he didn't know how he was discovered. Xiao Leng claimed to be good at hiding skills and his mental power was far beyond the same level. He couldn't figure it out, and he would be exposed.

"How did you find me?" Xiao Leng asked at the broken-armed boy.

"All of them are dying, why are you asking so much?" The broken-armed boy said coldly, staring at Xiao Leng like a poisonous snake.

"You want to kill me?" Xiao Leng said lightly.

"What do you think?" The broken-armed boy's eyes were fierce.

"We are the same disciples." Xiao Leng said.

"Senior brother, forget it, just teach me a lesson. I am a fellow student anyway." The young man holding a giant hammer persuaded him. The young man holding a giant hammer looked dull and spoke very honestly.

"Shut up, you idiot, if it weren't for you, how could I lose one of my arms?" The broken-armed boy cursed at the boy holding a giant hammer, and then said to Xiao Leng: "I'm in a bad mood today. It happened that you, an unlucky guy, had me encountered it, so go and die." After that, he jumped up, swung the silver sword, and the green light was dotted, like a green raindrop, covering Xiao Leng.

Another boy was prepared for it, and at the same time he attacked, and grabbed Xiao Leng's lower abdomen with one claw. Only the boy holding a giant hammer stood there blankly and was at a loss.

"Kill--" Seeing the two of them so domineering, a cold light flashed in Xiao Leng's eyes, and he shouted angrily, and the blood knife broke out into the air, and the three of them fought fiercely.

Xiao Leng jumped into the air and kicked the boy with one leg at the pair of green iron claws. The blood knife was slashed out at the same time, and a blood dragon roared out and rushed towards the boy with broken arm that was rushing towards him.

Xiao Leng was also angry and had a killer move as soon as he came up, obviously trying to kill the two young men who besieged him here.

The broken-armed boy saw Xiao Leng wearing a blood robe, obviously an outer disciple, so he treated Xiao Leng as a soft persimmon and wanted to vent his hatred of broken-armed on Xiao Leng's head.

But soon the boy with broken arms regretted it. At the moment of the battle, he realized that Xiao Leng was not a soft persimmon, it was even more fierce than when he was at his peak. Although he was a peak Xuan Master, even if he had both arms in place, he was definitely not an opponent.

The blood dragon whistled past his face with a ferocious expression, his blood tail swung, and broke into the green rain curtain. His blood-red eyes stared at the broken-armed boy roared and rushed towards him.

Seeing the blood dragon sinking into the rain curtain, the broken-armed boy was overjoyed. The green rain curtain looked like a big net, as if he wanted to block the blood dragon net, but soon the surprised face of the broken-armed boy frozen. The green rain curtain finally failed to stop the blood dragon, and was torn apart by the hideous blood dragon. The blood dragon continued to rush towards the broken-armed boy.

The broken-armed boy no longer had the domineering he had just now, and had endless regrets. He did not expect that this outer disciple who was younger than him was so powerful. He just vented his anger casually and kicked it on the iron plate unlucky.

The broken-armed boy knew that it would be useless to say anything now, so he would block the attack of the boy in the blood robe before he could talk about anything else, otherwise he would not even be able to save his life.

The broken-armed boy retreated quickly while dancing with silver swords. He saw green lights swinging out of the silver swords, turning into a green giant sword in the air, slashing towards the blood dragon.

"boom--"

The blood dragon and the green giant sword collided together, the blood light raged, the green light surged, and they were stalemate, devouring each other, and finally both were annihilated in the air.

"Friends, what's the matter with the same schoolmate?" The broken-armed boy stared at Xiao Leng with his eyes tightly, and said coldly, his one arm holding the sword kept trembling.

Xiao Leng looked at the broken-armed boy silently, waved the blood knife, and pointed the tip of the knife directly at the broken-armed boy. The broken-armed boy, who was originally calm and composed, could not help but narrow his sharp eyes.

"Okay, okay, it seems that I can't be good today, so let you see the strength of the real elite disciple of the Aoki Sect." The broken-armed boy gritted his teeth, "Although I haven't fully understood this move, it should be enough to deal with you. People---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The broken-armed boy jumped up and raised his silver sword. His whole body suddenly had a green light that was even bigger than before.

Xiao Leng's face looked like water, his blood was rising all over his body, and his blood light was flashing. It was hard to find that the purple spots in the rich blood light were beating with the blood light.

"Blood--Dragon---Sky---Sky", Xiao Leng shouted coldly, and endless blood-colored mysterious energy surged towards the Blood-Drinking Sword, and a blood dragon roared out. What was surprising was that this blood dragon not only had a longer body, but also had two horns on its head, and a purple ridge penetrated the entire body, making it look more majestic and more powerful.

The enhanced version of the blue giant sword and the more powerful blood dragon met again in the air. The blue giant sword slashed on the purple-red horns of the blood dragon, but could not move forward at all. The blood dragon roared, and the purple-red horned red light burst out. The seemingly powerful blue giant sword instantly cracked and turned into green lights and flew everywhere.

"ah……"
Chapter completed!