Chapter 338

Tianshan, kurkuo valley.

This lifeless Valley is full of yellow sand. The cold air is raging in the valley, and the root of all the cold is the blue mist in the valley.

The white dress woman is still sitting on the cold yellow sand with her knees crossed. Frost doesn't seem to affect her half a minute. Her eyes are as cold as the moon. They never leave the blue mist.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. There is only the sound of the wind blowing down the broken rocks in the mountains. Until Yu Bing enters for half a quarter of an hour, the valley begins to change.

Originally wandering in the valley of the cold air restless, gathered together to form a dark blue firefly, just a few breathing time, the air firefly multiplied, formed a dense blue, and even lit up the valley.

After these fireflies gathered together, they slowly swam towards the middle of the valley, and the target was the dark blue fog.

White shirt woman "Yi" a, gently picked up a firefly on the palm.

"Good spiritual Yin Qi."

That group of fireflies seems to be able to feel the woman's strong, stop restlessness, quietly floating in the palm of the woman.

"Why hasn't this man come out? Is he dead?"

Looking up at the location of the moon, the woman estimated that Yu Bing had entered a quarter of an hour.

In a quarter of an hour, even the master in the early stage of life and death will be eroded by the strong cold and Yin in the valley, not to mention that he has only the strength in the early stage of madness.

Taking out the sword from the stone, the woman in white shirt wants to check it.

At this time, the fog gave out a roar, and the dark blue light was much lighter.

In the thick fog, Yu Bing drank the last bottle of liquid medicine, looked at the frozen broken bottles on the ground, and gave a tragic smile.

"It's not a loss to pull a beautiful woman on the back when she's dying. Anyway, it's not cheap for the dogs of the four families."

At the moment, the Yin Qi in the soldier's body has been running for 37 weeks. The Yin Qi in his body is like a magnet, constantly sucking the cold Qi around him.

If you think of Yu Bing as a diesel generator, the spiritual power released by drinking the potion is equivalent to that of diesel, and Yin Qi is electricity. As long as the diesel generator can support it, the electricity it can generate is extremely shocking.

It's obvious that Yu Bing's body has reached its limit. After the 38th Sunday, Yu Bing has absorbed almost one third of the Yin and cold air in the valley. His strength has soared all the way from the early stage of madness to the middle stage of life and death, and there is a faint upward trend.

After another half a week, Yu Bing suddenly spits out a mouthful of blood. Maybe the cold air has entered the blood. Yu Bing's blood is not pure bright red, but a kind of strange blue fluorescence.

The air of yin and cold had no effect on Yu Bing. The blood still flowed down the corner of his mouth and did not freeze when it fell to the ground.

"Is this the strength of life and death?"

Yu Bing stood up and wiped the corners of his mouth, revealing a touch of arrogance.

Even if his whole meridians have been eroded, even if he can't survive the later Yin Qi attack, even if his whole cultivation has no possibility of recovery.

So what?

Yin cold Qi not only improves the strength of the soldiers, but also affects their mind.

He is now like a raging wind in the valley, trying to destroy everything.

The dark blue fog felt the change of Yu Bing, and the fog gradually dissipated to make way for the young man who had been assimilated by himself.

Yu Bing's eyes have become indifferent, one hand behind his back, right hand grasp, a faint cold close to his arm, condensed into a cold long sword.

Beyond the fog, the white woman was surprised to see that Yu Bing came out undamaged.

Walking slowly, Yu Bing stood ten steps away in front of the woman and faintly looked at the sword in the woman's hand. It was probably the reason why Yu Bing looked at it. The green front in the woman's hand gave out a buzz.

"In the middle of life and death, I'm very interested in you."

Listen to ambiguous words in the woman's mouth, but the voice is cold like ice spring water.

Yu Bing's face was expressionless, and he said faintly, "if you are interested, you have to have strength."

"You are in the middle of life and death."

The woman frowned in displeasure, as if trying to wake up Yu Bing.

"What about the peak of life and death?"

Yu Bing's frost sword adds a bit of chill, and his eyes have a little blue fireflies beating constantly.

"Yu Bing, give me some advice."

The arm raises, in the hand ice front points at the woman's chest.

"As you wish."

The woman holds the sword lightly, and the moon is shining on the sword.

"Drink!"

A burst of drink, Yu Bing stood up and forward, with a frost, the hands of the frozen blade light.

The white dress woman saw Yu Bing's fierce sword, half stepped forward, and the long sword swept out a curved moon like sword.

The extremely sharp sword Qi flits over the yellow sand and instantly cuts on Yu Bing's frost sword.

"Click." With a crisp sound, the frost sword was cut in half by the sword Qi and turned into a cold all over the sky.

Looking at the white mist, the woman narrowed her eyes.

After a sound, Yu Bing shoots out of the cold fog. He has a frost sword in his hand and cuts it straight at the woman. He wants to see blood.

"Bang!"

The moment the two swords collided, Yu Bing's frost sword was full of cracks.

Looking at the woman close at hand, Yu Bing smiles cunningly. He pulls out his left hand, which is always on his back. He pats the woman's chest fiercely without any pity.

White shirt woman's state of mind has been cultivated to the state of not startled, but in the face of a soldier wolf palm is also a little angry.

The strength of the right hand sword is a little stronger, and the woman's left hand gathers spiritual power to fight Yu Bing.

She wants this kid to suffer.

However, the white dress woman may not have thought that Yu Bing wanted her to be angry.

The cold palms of the two men were together. The yellow sand under their feet was blown up by a strong wind. The cold fog and the fluttering yellow sand in the air converged into a cold and bone piercing sandstorm.

"Beauty, you seem to have lost."

Yu Bing showed a smile of success.

Feel a little bad, white shirt woman just want to close the palm, but found that his palm has been firmly absorbed, his body aura also don't listen to the palm of the gathering.

Just now, Yu Bing didn't want to fight this woman head-on, because their strength is not at the same level. So he thought of a very dangerous way.

That's why he had a bad idea.