Chapter 270

"Hehe, I'm Yang Zipeng. I like beating the childe most in my life. Your appearance is quite in line with my standard of beating people."

Looking at each other's face, Yang Zipeng held his arms in contempt.

But hearing his words, the long and narrow eyes of bailitang burst into bursts of cold light.

"Arrogance."

Two words, lightly written, came out of his mouth like a woman. The surrounding air seemed to cool instantly, and a cold feeling shrouded in an instant.

"You and I are not the protagonists in this battle of life and death. Although you don't have to sign the battle of life and death, since you are on the stage, you must be ready to hand over your life at any time!"

Yang Zipeng is worthy of being a member of the crazy sword mountain villa. His words are so arrogant that he doesn't seem to take each other seriously at all.

As soon as the voice fell, the long sword he held in his arms came out of its scabbard directly. A cold breath spread in an instant. Within a few tens of feet, it seemed to be shrouded by this rippling sword spirit!

At the sight of this scene, the onlookers below were another burst of exclamation.

"What a powerful sword!"

"Where did this boy come from? It's really not weak for a small family to invite such experts to help."

"It's just bluff. How can a sword tell the winner?"

"That boy is really arrogant. He dares to say such words in the face of bailitang. He really doesn't know whether to live or die!"

"Brother Tang must be able to break all his swords directly!"

"Brother Tang, come on! I'll look after you!"

When the sword came out of its sheath, there was a hot discussion below again. However, the two people on the stage were not moved at all. A cold killing intention broke out, and the air between them was tight.

"From Crazy sword villa? You are qualified to stand here and fight me, but, hehe..."

Bailitang smiled.

However, his words didn't finish. One of the majestic coldness broke out from his body.

"Cold ice thorn!"

With a low drink, the cold gas of bailitang's whole body condensed into a huge ice spike in front of him.

After the ice spike is formed, it is three feet long, and the air around it seems to be condensed into frost.

"What a powerful cold air!"

"Cold ice sting! The famous and unique skill of bailitang!"

"It's such a magnificent momentum from the beginning. This battle is really not in vain!"

The people below talked endlessly, and there were bursts of women's screams and ups and downs.

"Hum, raging tide sword, the sword roars in the sky!"

In Yang Zipeng's eyes, there was also a touch of cold air. The long sword swung out, and the sword flowers came in a sudden.

The sword flashes and the killing machine is four volts!

At the same time, bailitang also grabbed the huge cold ice stab with his palm. It was directly pulled up by him. The sound of dancing and the wind stabbed Yang Zipeng in an instant.

Choke!

The attack of the two men immediately hit each other at a very cruel angle.

Cold ice sting, beat the Yellow Dragon!

Rage sword, python out of the nest!

The radian of a sword is extremely tricky, and a cruel posture is amazing. Between the impact, there was a violent sound, a surge of light, and a warm smell of battle all over the sky.

Cold!

The cold smell of the cold ice spike and the violent killing intention of the rage sword make the whole square in an extremely cold state.