Chen Xin put away the Seven Kills Sword and said in a deep voice, "After entering the Far North, everything must be done by yourself. Don't be careless when encountering any soul beast. Until you break through the soul master, unless you are in danger of your life, I
I won’t take the initiative to help you, this is your own experience.”
"Teacher, I will be careful."
Lingtian looked at Chen Xin with a firm expression, this time he must break through to the Soul Lord!
………
At this moment, the Ice and Snow Temple in the Far North.
"Father God!"
The moment Lingtian stepped into the far north, the Snow Emperor, who was still practicing, suddenly opened his eyes, his cold eyes full of shock and surprise.
Then her figure flashed and turned into a silvery white light and disappeared into the hall.
………
Two days later, outside the Far North.
At this moment, Lingtian set up the Ice Ji Frost Sword and was confronting the thousand-year-old Frost Snow Bear.
"Ho~~"
With a strong roar, the Frost Snow Bear, which circled around for several times, finally lost its composure and pounced on it with all four claws on the ground with a ferocious aura.
bite!
Lingtian raised his right hand and held the long sword in front of him to block the bear's claws.
brush!
Then he turned his body to the left, held the sword flat with the palm of his right hand upward, rotated the sword blade to the left with his right arm, and quickly opened the frost bear's claws.
The painful snow bear just wanted to retract its claws, but it was too late.
Lingtian took the opportunity to strike with his flat sword and at the same time, using his wrist as the axis, he raised the sword forward and downward on both sides of his arms in a circle, and with a crisp wrist cut, a big hole was opened in his chest.
Then the sword shook, completely cutting off its heart.
thump……
As the giant bear's body fell to the ground with no life left, Lingtian had already put away his martial spirit and continued to move forward.
This is already the third thousand-year-level soul beast to fall under his sword.
In these three battles, without exception, Lingtian did not use any soul skills. He just relied on the basic swordsmanship taught by Sword Douluo and used the simplest ones: stab, chop, lift, hang, point, wipe, support, and frame.
, sweep, intercept, stab, push, melt, collapse, cloud and other actions, fight against the three thousand-year-old soul beasts, and hone your sword skills.
"Yes, he is proficient in swordsmanship. Although his soul power is only level 29, ordinary thousand-year soul beasts are no match for him." Chen Xin, floating in the air, curled his lips after witnessing Lingtian easily defeating three thousand-year soul beasts.
Showed an appreciative smile.
He is indeed his valued disciple.
After eating some food to regain some strength, Lingtian raised his head and looked ahead and murmured in a low voice, "The inner area should be further ahead, right?"
It's time to go deeper.
Nowadays, ordinary thousand-year soul beasts can no longer satisfy, and the quality of the peripheral soul beasts is generally low. If he wants to break through the soul master, he needs a stronger opponent, so entering the inner circle is certain.
…………
Lingtian frowned slightly, "Why do you feel that the number of soul beasts is getting smaller?"
Lingtian, who has been deep into the Far North for two days, has discovered that the number of thousand-level soul beasts he has encountered recently has become less and less, even less than the number he encountered when he was outside.
Huh, huh~~
At this moment, a cold wind swept toward Lingtian.
"who!"
Feeling that something was wrong, Lingtian was startled and took a few steps back while holding the Bing Ji Frost Sword tightly in his hand!
"Xiaotian, stand behind me."
Chen Xin suddenly appeared in front of Lingtian, slashing away the cold wind with a sword. At this time, he was already in a fighting state. The Seven Killing Sword stood in front of him with a solemn expression, and he stared at the front with a dignified expression.
Just when he felt an aura nearby that was not weaker than his own.
"teacher?"
"The situation has changed, let's get out of here first."
Although the enemy has not been found yet, Chen Xin felt his heart palpitating, and in order to prevent any accidents from happening, he decisively decided to take Lingtian out of the far north first.
"Let him go!"
A cold voice passed through the layers of ice and snow, blasting in Sword Douluo's ears, and it contained a strong sense of warning.
"Who is your Excellency?"
Sword Douluo frowned, took a step forward and looked around with his sword, "I am the elder of the Qibao Glazed Sect, Sword Douluo Chenxin. Can you come forward to speak to me?"
"..."
No response.
A moment later, in Lingtian's sight, a human woman dressed in white walked towards her. Every time her white feet took a step, there was a piece of ice gathering underneath to hold her up.
Lingtian suddenly reminded, "Teacher, look over there."
Chen Xin frowned slightly, "Human woman?"
In his impression, there is no titled Douluo who agrees with the identity of a woman. Is he some kind of hidden powerhouse?
"Your Mightiness--"
"Father God!"
Emperor Xue looked at the young man behind Chen Xin excitedly, and then she waved. Lingtian's eyesight went dark, and the next second he lost consciousness and flew towards her uncontrollably.
By the time Chen Xin noticed it, the unconscious Lingtian was already lying behind the Snow Emperor.
"Lingtian!"
The Seven Killing Sword appeared in response, with sword aura lingering around the body, and its killing intent directed at the Snow Emperor.
But because Lingtian was still in the hands of the Snow Emperor, Chen Xin finally suppressed the anger in his heart and did not act rashly, "What do you mean by this?!"
"Human soul master, leave here."
At the same time, the Snow Emperor looked at Chen Xin with cold eyes, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.
She hates humans.
It was those hateful human beings who caused the catastrophe in the Far North. If it hadn't been for Father God's sword, I'm afraid the Far North would have ceased to exist.
If it weren't for Lingtian's sake, she would have expelled Chen Xin from the country long ago.
"Human soul master?!"
Chen Xin suddenly guessed the identity of this person - a 100,000-year-old soul beast king, and not an ordinary 100,000-year-old soul beast, otherwise he would not have the palpitating feeling just now.
"Let my apprentice go, we will leave this place immediately."
After silently calculating his winning rate in his heart, Chen Xin, who knew that he was no match, could only give in.
Snow Emperor frowned slightly and stared at Chen Xin with an unhappy expression.
Want to take Lingtian away?
What a joke!
Then she suddenly slapped a palm, and one of the Snow Emperor's Three Skills, Dahan Wuxue—the Emperor's Palm, rolled towards Chen Xin with the force of endless ice and snow.
"What a powerful force!"
Even as a peak level ninety-six Douluo, Chen Xin still intuitively felt his own insignificance when faced with the palm of the Snow Emperor, the ruler of the far north.
That palm was like a mountain peak, and I was as vulnerable as a flying insect in front of it.
"The seventh soul skill, kill the real body seven times! The eighth soul skill, move mountains and fill the sea! The ninth soul skill, kill both gods and demons!"
Powerful soul skills were released from Sword Douluo's hands one after another. At this moment, he had no time to care about other things, and all his mind was devoted to dealing with the Snow Emperor's palm.
The Snow Emperor still held back.
The Emperor's Palm is only effective if it hits the enemy, and the palm she hit Sword Douluo was just superficial, and at most it would only make him unconscious for a period of time.
At the same time, after the blow, the Snow Emperor ignored Chen Xin, picked up Ling Tian, who was still in a coma, and disappeared in the wind and snow.