The hellhound's body suddenly bumped into an iron pillar beside it. Suddenly, it was like a fragile piece of ice, and it broke into pieces and scattered on the ground.
Another bow, slight and thrilling.
Three heads of the second hellhound were hit by arrows at the same time. They stopped barking and were frozen into ice sculptures. This one directly rushed to the foot of Jiang Yixue.
Jiang Yixue raised her feet and pressed her feet under her feet. With a slight force, the second hellhound, which was frozen into ice, was suddenly crushed and pulled, and the ice debris was scattered all over the ground.
Two three hellhounds were killed by arrows, and the whole world suddenly became quiet, only the sound of the cold wind.
After the freezing and shooting of the ice arrow, the sky actually drifted with snow. The melodious snowflakes, crystal like jade, are white and shining in the sun.
I didn't expect that my own cold air has reached the extent of affecting the weather.
Jiang Yixue is secretly happy. This is the credit of the Ice Magic Wizard's ice formula, which makes her control of the cold air more arbitrary and more powerful.
She is like a beautiful snow peak, beautiful and straight, pure and charming.
Because of the illusion, people can't see her expression, but the cold air like the torrent of the whole body makes everyone scared.
Gu Yu was no exception. He couldn't help shrinking his neck. He felt as if he was in the middle of nine cold days, and gusts of cold wind and ice and snow poured in.
However, Gu Yu is confident that he can smash Jiang Yixue's ice arrow within three moves, and even believes that he can shoot him with one sword.
He has such ability, but he is entangled by Ye Feng. He can't do anything to Jiang Yixue. He can only watch Jiang Yixue shoot hellhounds and the patrol soldiers.
Feeling the cold wind and ice and snow around, Ye Feng is also slightly surprised. Jiang Yixue's icy air has become much stronger than before, and the formed ice arrow's combat effectiveness is also more powerful. Even her attack is not limited to the ice arrow, but in this immortal method, a kind of magic energy is mixed.
Ye Feng once again thanks the ice wizard. The ice formula she gave has raised Jiang Yixue's combat effectiveness to a new level, like turning a caterpillar into a butterfly.
White snowflakes float in the sky, rising with the wind and falling with the wind.
Jiang Yi snow momentum suddenly had more changes.
She had a confident smile on her mouth and a little bit of ice in her eyes.
Those falling snowflakes, let her feel, had never felt the breath before.
It's breath, and it's like energy. If it's bright or dark, it's as ethereal as snowflakes and can't be attached.
The crystal snowflakes dye the heaven and earth into a piece of silver, and turn the cold, gray, cold and cruel evil water prison into a fairy tale world.
And Jiang Yi snow has become the protagonist, snow and cold wind has become a member of her body.
Jiang Yi snow feel those flying snowflakes, like their own hair, flying in the wind.
My heart is like stretching out tens of millions of tentacles, closely linked with those flying snowflakes, can move as you please.
A gust of cold wind whistling in the sky and earth, flying snowflakes, crystal petals suddenly turned into a sharp edge, those snowflakes and ice crystals, the edge of each piece of cold shining, like a sharp blade.
It speeds up in the strong wind, just like Ye Feng's thunder sword. The light flashes suddenly, cutting the throat of those soldiers with silver armour, cutting the blood vessels, and pouring the cold air into it.
At that moment, the ten patrol soldiers turned into ice sculptures, with blood stains oozing from their throats. In the ice and snow, they were as shocking as blood plum.
Gu Yu was stunned. Although these silver armour soldiers had only four levels of cultivation, they could not be easily killed. It was even more difficult to freeze them all in a moment.
It's a bit like magic, or is it the magic method of Dara Jinxian?
Gu Yu couldn't figure it out. He was just a logistics officer. He made a little money in the devil prison and supported his family. Although his cultivation reached level 7, he seldom used it.
At most, it is to show off in front of these silver armour soldiers and show off the momentum in front of the captain Zhou Bing.
He hasn't really fought with people for a long time, 100 years or 150 years?
He wanted to get rid of this fear as soon as possible.
He believed that the guy who condensed into a cold bow was a strong man. The guy who took the golden long sword and surrounded without attacking was more powerful.
Because he felt like an indestructible high wall in all directions, he had been encircling himself in it.
He was the logistics officer of the demon prison, but he had the power of a warden, holding thousands of prisoners.
He enjoyed standing outside the cage and enjoying the prisoners being tortured and beaten, which was the only thing he enjoyed in this magical water prison.
But he found that at this time, he was being imprisoned by Ye Feng with an invisible power. He also became a prisoner, trying to find the direction of breakthrough.
A gust of cold wind blew, and the snowflakes as bright as white jade fell. His heart almost went up to his throat. He saw what happened to the patrol soldiers just now. He didn't want these snowflakes to fall on himself and repeat the same mistake.Ding Ding Dang, he immediately cut out 173 swords and split 173 snowflakes falling to himself.
He felt a little shortness of breath. He didn't know whether it was because of tension or over exertion, but he also had a surprise in his eyes. The snowflakes flying all over the sky were certainly terrible, not invincible.
Boom.
There was a flash of gold in front of his eyes, and he instinctively waved it. However, he felt a huge force, which broke his sword in his hand, and then flew back together with his sword, smashing the eyebrows of the prison entrance.
He spat out blood, and then he realized that it was not a man who attacked himself with a cold bow, but a man with a golden dagger.
He only looked at it and understood that it was an immortal spirit, but the breath in it was not a fairy, but a more shocking and mysterious one.
There is a kind of other light rhyme flowing in the golden sword light, like three kinds of light mixing together, like the dew in the morning and the sunset glow under the sunset. Several kinds of breath are entangled with each other like vines and slowly extend to him.
The breath was long and long, beautiful and charming, solemn and solemn, but to him, it was death in the veil of death. It was hard to see, but it was enough to frighten him.
He was trembling all over, standing still and not letting himself fall down, while he recalled what kind of breath it was. He had met it more than 5000 years ago, but he just had a glance, but he didn't expect to meet again now.
He had a flash of light in his mind and called out in horror: "Archaean Shenyuan, you are Archaean Shenzu."