Chapter 129

Hiss!

Dabao sword across the ice crystal, cutting a long and deep crack.

Chen xinglie holds the hilt of the sword in both hands and places the blade on the ice. He looks at Ning fenghan and others who are oppressed by the wind and snow. He seems to be enjoying the beautiful scenery of the snow country.

"Is this sword good-looking?"

Chen xinglie raised his big sword like a whip. He slapped the side of the blade on Ning Feng's cold face. He snapped and asked, "I ask you whether it looks good or not. Why don't you speak?"

Ning Feng cold clenched his teeth and shivered.

The only thing he could do was to get angry and shiver.

Before Chen xinglie raised his sword, Ning fenghan could still speak.

When the big sword slapped several palms on Ning Feng's cold face, the cold air of xuanming, along the edge of the sword and along the flesh of Ning Feng's cold face, intruded into the mouth, tongue and neck, freezing the meridians.

Channels are blocked, how can you still open your mouth?

Ning Feng's anger is like a volcanic eruption, but the anger is only anger. It can't burn people, nor can it burn the dark cold in his body. It can only make Ning Feng's Qi and blood run faster, and can barely make a shaking posture. As for other movements

Ning Feng Han can't do it.

What about the cultivation of land immortals?

Because Ning Feng Han is among the people, the strength is the highest, Chen xinglie is the most targeted, that is this person.

In the whole Qingyun City, the most condensed position of xuanming cold air is the place where Ning fenghan is.

The ice and snow had already frozen Ning Feng's half body in the ice. The ice like countless palms wrapped the lower half of Ningfeng's body, and firmly confined the northern halberd fairy to the ground.

Ning fenghan painted halberd in his hand, which was deep in the ice and couldn't be pulled out.

"I am a reasonable man. When you came to Qingyun City, the whole city was covered with frost. Now, I will repay you with a heavy snow. This matter is called human relations. You see, how much we value affection and righteousness in our conduct of life. "

Chen xinglie seemed to have some regrets and sighed: "it's a pity that although this snow scene is very beautiful, you'd rather be cold in the front, but your luck is too thin to enjoy."

Ning Feng is extremely resentful in his heart, but he can't speak. He stares at Chen xinglie's sword and feels that Chen xinglie will chop him with his sword.

Hiss!

The edge of the sword flashed.

Ning Feng Han heard the sound of the wind blowing from the blade, thinking that he must die. Suddenly, he felt his body sink.

Chen xinglie killed Ning fenghan with a sword.

The big sword sweeps through Ning Feng's knees, cutting off the meridians of his legs. At the same time, it also dispels the ice crystals and cold air in Ningfeng's cold knees, so that Ning Feng's legs are thawed. Without the support of the ice, he becomes unstable.

Poop!

Ning Feng cold legs a bend, kneeling on the ground.

Wind and snow cover pressure, once again Ning Feng cold lower half of the body frozen.

"In those days, during the battle of frost City, did you ever think that there would be today?"

Chen xinglie asked indifferently.

This question, of course, can not get Ning Feng Han's answer.

Chen xinglie no longer paid attention to this northern halberd immortal, but turned to look at the group of Northern Xinjiang experts not far away, then raised the big sword and blew it gently.

The blood on the sword slipped down.

The bead of blood has not yet fallen to the ground. It has condensed into ice, smashed to the ground and turned into debris.

Chen xinglie looked up at the wind and snow all over the sky. His eyes swept through the huge door in the sky, and finally fell on Wuji in the sky. He said, "a few days ago, the army leader was seriously injured and scurried around. How long has it been? The army leader recovered his scar, forgot the pain, and ran to Qingyun city to die. Is it not in the eyes of the military master that this seat is not evil and evil, but a benevolent Buddhist who is soft hearted and unwilling to kill you? "

Changkong Wuji stares at Chen xinglie coldly and is silent.

The leader of Xifeng army didn't want to speak, but his tongue was frozen by the cold of xuanming and couldn't speak.

"In those days, during the battle of frost City, did you ever think that there would be today?"

Chen xinglie's tone was cold and cold, and he asked the words of Ning Feng Han before, and asked Changkong Wuji again.

Hiss!

Chen xinglie's sword is flying.

Changkong Wuji kneels on the ground like Ning Feng Han.

"Kneeling first is a confession."

"The campfire is out, and the bean curd is cold. It is hard to avoid being worthy of the identity of the University of Chen when it is used as a sacrifice. When the campfire starts again and the bean curd is hot, I will kill you again. The time is right. "

Chen xinglie's tone is leisurely, like a gentle scholar.

This time, Chen xinglie no longer blows the blood on the sword, but directly raises the big sword and wipes it on Wuji's face.

At this time, all the northern Xinjiang experts standing around Changkong Wuji were already frightened. Unfortunately, they were frozen by the cold air all over their bodies. They could not speak. They could only try their best to run the martial arts Qi and blood to resist the cold, so they did not freeze to death immediately.Chen xinglie drags his sword to Mo Yixiao. The edge of the sword is bounced up and down by the uneven ice, bumping and jingling.

Mo Yi Xiao suddenly blinked his eyes and kept blinking.

I never thought that under this situation, Mo Yi Xiao's eyelids were not frozen and could blink.

Chen xinglie was a little surprised. He walked forward and waved his sword to dispel the cold air between Mo Yixiao's words. He said with great interest: "others are frozen. Why can you blink your eyes?"

Mo Yi Xiao's jaw trembled a few times. He realized that his meridians had been unblocked, and his eyes were full of joy after the disaster. He quickly said: "shenwuzong was built on the top of the snow mountain. I've been used to the cold for a long time. In addition, the martial arts skills I have practiced are the secrets of the cold nature, which makes me more cold resistant than ordinary people."

Without waiting for Chen xinglie to open his mouth, Mo Yi Xiao followed closely and said, "this time I came to Qingyun City, it is not the original intention of my God Wuzong. Ningfeng is called the northern halberd immortal, and orders all the clans in Northern Xinjiang to follow him to Qingyun city. We dare not refuse to follow him! Please forgive us and let us have a life. We will remember your kindness and never forget it. If you have any business, we... "

Before Mo Yixiao finished his words, the cold air has invaded the meridians again. He can only keep the action of opening his mouth, frozen in the wind and snow, and then desperately blink his eyes, hoping that Chen xinglie can let him explain a few more words.

"Do you believe it?"

Chen xinglie suddenly turned around and looked at Li Qinglian in the courtyard.

The little maid was squatting in the yard, looking for a way to burn the fire, hoping to make the bonfire which had been extinguished by the cold under the bean pot, and make it prosperous again.

She firmly remembered what Chen xinglie said, to cook bean curd well, not to let the pot cool.

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