"Oh my god, he can actually stand firmly on such thin ice. What a brilliant light skill!"
People in the martial arts world exclaimed in surprise.
Everyone rushed forward one after another, wanting to see clearly the face of the massacre.
But Tu Cheng stopped in the middle of the lake. From a distance, he could only be seen wearing black clothes and black hair, flying in the wind, but his exact appearance was unclear.
As soon as Jiang Ye stretched out his hand, Qingluan immediately took off his coat.
Under his brown coat, he was dressed in white clothes like snow.
Touching the ground with his toes, his men glided out like birds, crossing a distance of hundreds of meters and stopping ten meters in front of the massacre city.
He also stood there steadily, as quiet as a virgin.
Black and white are distinct, water and fire are incompatible.
Everyone held their breath involuntarily and stared at the two of them with their eyes wide open. No one could bear to blink and miss a minute or a second.
"I've heard your name."
Jiang Ye narrowed his eyes slightly and said.
"If you chose to live in Iceland, you shouldn't be here."
Tu Cheng smiled slightly and looked up at the sky.
"Perhaps I shouldn't come here in summer, but in this season, it's just right."
He stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake.
The snowflakes did not melt in his palm, but were still spinning slowly.
It turns out that Feipengbao was established in Iceland because the extremely cold weather there was conducive to their practice.
In such an extremely cold environment, their martial arts can exert its greatest power.
"do you know?"
Tu Cheng stared at the snowflakes in his palm, which were spinning faster and faster.
"My third junior brother and I used to feel like brothers, but in fact, I haven't seen him for many years, and I have never thought about him."
"Back then, in order to repay his kindness, he left the school and came to Jinghai to work for the Su family. Since then, I have not heard from him again for more than thirty years."
"But whether you have feelings for a person or not, you really won't understand until he dies."
Jiang Ye nodded in agreement.
"That's true."
He understands this sentence deeply that only when you lose it do you know how to cherish it.
"You want to avenge your junior brother, and I want to live for the people I care about. Today we fight for each other's goals, whether we live or die, it will be enough to satisfy us for the rest of our lives."
With that said, he stretched out his hand towards Tu Cheng.
"You are a guest, please!"
Tu Cheng smiled.
"Then I won't be polite."
He gently lifted his palm upwards, and the rapidly rotating snowflake began to float.
Tu Cheng flicked his finger, and the snowflakes flew towards Jiang Ye at an unparalleled speed.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The snowflakes rotate at an extremely fast speed, blending all the surrounding snowflakes and cold air into it, and quickly expand into a rectangular snowflake wheel, making a breathtaking whine.
"hiss!"
Everyone on the sidelines gasped.
They massacred the city with just a few clicks, and suddenly such a monster-like killing move appeared in the air. It was almost like making something out of nothing.
Such a martial arts realm is far beyond their understanding.
Seeing that the snowflake wheel was about to cut into Jiang Ye's body, but Jiang Ye still stood there motionless, Zhong Chengyun and others' hearts sank.
Could it be said that the gap between his strength and Tu Cheng's is really so big that he can't even dodge with a casual move?
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Jiang Ye push out with his right hand.
The first form of the Sixty Eight Desolations, Qilin Zhen.
After Jiang Ye's martial arts level rose, this style not only had more wonderful ways to use it, but also had more powerful effects.
A white cyclone appeared in Jiang Ye's palm and came into contact with the snowflake roulette.
"Zizzizi!"
There was a harsh sound like a chainsaw cutting wood, and sparks visible to the naked eye exploded in the air.
The cutting speed of the snowflake roulette was so fast that sparks formed a ring of fire around the periphery of the roulette.