Lin Xianer's withdrawal made Qin Wentian feel a little surprised. After all, he saw Lin Xianer's strength. He was able to support the poisonous scorpion, the ethereal demon sect, and the holy son, and even injured the other party.
, such tyranny is far from being as weak as she seems.
Besides, Qin Wentian knew a little bit about Lin Xian'er. He was lofty and arrogant, but at this moment she gave up with a smile.
In the journey to the Immortal Martial World, which talented person is not ambitious. Although it seems that they are just competing with these powerful men in the Immortal Martial World, these people who step into the Immortal Martial World will represent an era. They will be the emperors.
In the future, the Holy Realm can become the most dazzling existence in the world of immortal martial arts, which means that it is destined that the future will not be ordinary and will compete with the world.
Therefore, no one is willing to give up even if they are defeated in any battle. They don't know what impact a defeat will have on the future, but everyone knows very well that if they want to be the most dazzling person, they can't lose even once.
rise.
Seeing that moving smile, Qin Wentian recalled that night. Lin Xianer's beautiful eyes flashed with brilliance when she told him about the eight geniuses of the era of suppression, saying that those eight people were better beings than Qin Wentian.
, but now, she has changed her mind. In Lin Xianer's heart, she must have regarded Qin Wentian as an equally dazzling existence as those eight people, even though his current combat effectiveness may be lacking.
Nodding to Lin Xian'er, Qin Wentian then looked at the last remaining frost-like figure, Lou Bingyu.
Lou Bingyu also looked at him. There was an extremely firm belief in her cold eyes, which was the persistence for victory. She opened her lips lightly and said coldly: "You can't beat me. Since we are from the same sect, I don't want to
If I hurt you, please leave."
Looking at Lou Bingyu's face, the long eyelashes added a bit of beauty to the cold eyes, Qin Wentian thought that if Lou Bingyu wasn't so cold, he would be a disaster for the country and the people.
Her cold temperament seemed to be deep in her bones, making it impossible for people to get close to her. Even if she stood in front of her, she would feel far away.
Qin Wentian was a little surprised when Lou Bingyu said such words. It seemed that it was just as he thought. Although she looked so cold, maybe her heart was not as cold as her appearance.
When competing in the world of immortal martial arts, once you are on opposite sides, the friendship between fellow disciples becomes insignificant. As a proud genius, do you expect the other party to give up the fight and give up the glory to you just because you are a fellow disciple?
This is why he was not surprised at all when the strong man from Zhanjian Sect attacked Qin Wentian. Maybe when facing foreign enemies, the friendship of the same sect can become a rope that binds them together, fighting side by side for the glory of the sect.
Fight, but here, the enemy is on the opposite side.
Lou Bingyu will not give up, and Qin Wentian certainly will not give up either.
It's just that this frosty woman is a little too confident in herself.
"Let's fight." Qin Wentian held the blood-colored Fangtian Painted Halberd in his hand and said calmly. The moment he finished speaking, frost began to fly all over the sky. The space suddenly became extremely cold, and Lou Bingyu was so quiet.
Standing there, it was like standing in a patch of snow.
The flying snowflakes brought with them a biting chill and a biting edge. When they fell on Qin Wentian, they were as sharp as a sword, trying to cut Qin Wentian's skin.
"Ji Feixue's Flying Snow Sword Technique, when I use it, is no weaker than him." Lou Bingyu suddenly spoke, still coldly, but Qin Wentian seemed to feel her from her words.
The thought of competing with Ji Feixue.
As one of the geniuses in the era of suppression, Ji Feixue's status in the Sword Fighting Sect is unquestionable, and she is the most dazzling existence in the Tiangang Realm. No matter how outstanding others are, they are still suppressed by Ji Feixue. Presumably they are the direct disciples of the Meishan Sword Master.
This is the case for Lou Bingyu.
The snowflakes became sharper and sharper, as if they could really cut a person's body apart. Qin Wentian's blood was boiling and he was wearing armor, making him look like a human being. His eyes were unruly, staring at Lou Bingyu, and the palm of his hand holding Fang Tian's painted halberd was faintly visible.
It was filled with the terrifying light of stars, and seemed to be tinged with bright blood.
Qin Wentian felt very cold at this moment. The great perfection of martial arts will fell on him. Even though Qin Wentian's bloodline was strong and covered with demonic energy, he still couldn't help but feel the bone-chilling cold. Moreover, this very coldness also contained...
sharp.
"Buzz!" A wave of sword power roared out, as if hidden in the snowflakes all over the sky, and shot towards Qin Wentian. Lou Bingyu put his hand on the sword, as if he was about to draw it.
This trend is getting stronger and stronger.
"Boom!" Qin Wentian strolled out, and the sword's Martial Life Tiangang bloomed. In an instant, the sword's power swirled around, as if it was about to interrupt Lou Bingyu's momentum. He took one step out, and it seemed to turn into a crippling wave.
In the shadow, Fang Tian's painted halberd came out with a critical strike and stabbed Lou Bingyu's head.
The sword chanted, Lou Bingyu drew his sword, the cold light of the sword reflected on Qin Wentian's face, it was so cold, his Fang Tian painted halberd was blocked, and hit the hilt of the sword, with super power
The sword was directly shattered. After all, Qin Wentian's halberd contained an attack that was fused with martial arts will. The power was extremely powerful. However, the broken sword turned into a terrifying cold light and struck Qin Wentian violently.
And out.
The strong wind flashed past, and Qin Wentian stepped aside to avoid it, but he saw snowflakes rolling around his body. The sword energy in front of Lou Bingyu instantly gathered into a sword, and he slashed towards Qin Wentian, sending snow flying to the sky.
, the flying snow in the sky turned into this cold light sword technique that swept everything, as if it was going to cut off the entire void with one sword.
Lin Xian'er below was paying attention to this sword. Seeing Lou Bingyu's superb swordsmanship, she couldn't help but feel a little frightened. The cold light of the sword left a white light in the void, powerful.
How powerful it can be.
The star power from Qin Wentian's body swept out. He raised his hand and struck out with a halberd. It was so natural and casual, as simple as waving his hand. Qin Wentian practiced the halberd for thousands of times, and his halberd was nothing like his hand.
The difference is that the attack speed is astonishingly fast.
"Bang..." A destructive power erupted. The white light collided with the halberd and turned into a destructive airflow. There were still white lights whizzing past Qin Wentian on both sides, splitting his clothes.
There is a chilly feeling in the mouth and body.
But this was just the beginning of Lou Bingyu's attack. As soon as Qin Wentian caught the blow, he saw Lou Bingyu's figure strolling over, stabbing out with a sword without any fancy. Her swordsmanship was still so good.
Cold, it seems that the moment her sword stabs out, one can feel the coolness in the body, as if it is going to perish under her sword.
The frost in the sky turned into a huge cold plum, which bloomed in the sword and swallowed Qin Wentian, beautiful and coquettish.
Qin Wentian's left hand had already been brewing a tyrannical attack. He struck out with a palm, roaring out like a huge wind and a huge wave. It seemed like thousands of palm prints overlapped together, making a terrifying loud noise, hitting the middle of the cold plum blossoms, and all at once.
Annihilation, but although the winter plum has withered, its petals are still flying, still so cold and so sharp.
Among the ice and snow petals in the sky, a bit of cold light appeared, and it went straight to Qin Wentian's throat. It was so fast that Qin Wentian felt as if the blood flowing in his throat was frozen.
He seemed to have already expected the opponent's sword to come. Fang Tian's painted halberd collided with the opponent again, and their bodies were knocked back at the same time.
Lou Bingyu stood there, the chill spreading from his body. In an instant, the space seemed to turn into a world of ice and snow, getting colder and colder.
"Are you really unwilling to give up?" Lou Bingyu looked at Qin Wentian and said coldly: "The next sword may really kill you."
"If you can kill me, I have no complaints." Qin Wentian remained calm, Lou Bingyu nodded slightly, and then the sword fell down, and a random sword seemed to cut out a ray of frost, with wind.
Speed and tearing power.
Qin Wentian's Fangtian Painted Halberd disappeared. There was terrifying pressure in his palms. He raised his hand and struck out with a palm, shattering the sword technique.
Then, Lou Bingyu's swordsmanship fully blossomed.
Lin Xian'er watched quietly below. Lou Bingyu slashed out with a sword. Her sword was cold and elegant. She was so calm. The sword seemed to fly with the frost in the sky. It was indestructible and there was no place where she could
Where the sword cannot reach, look
Looking at her swordsmanship, Lin Xian'er's beautiful eyes actually had a ray of admiration. Such a beautiful and elegant woman should be even more dazzling. However, under the guidance of the stubborn and extreme old woman Meishan Sword Master, Lou Bingyu
Will his character also go to extremes?
Qin Wentian also completely exploded. His bloodline roared, the demonic aura surged into the sky, and his palms slapped out wildly. There were endless palm prints all over the world, leaving traces in the void.
Endless and frantic sword energy and palm prints collided in the void. Lou Bingyu seemed to be dancing in the snowflakes and sword light. However, at this moment, a roaring sound came, which seemed to come from nothingness. Her expression suddenly changed, and her body fell back.
Withdrawing, an indestructible and terrifying aura suddenly bloomed all over his body.
There was a crashing sound, and there was a faint ax light bursting out on her body, slashing down with the sword energy on her body, splitting the palm print from nothingness, but this also made her heart tremble, such nothingness
The palm print is so powerful, not only in its attack power, but also in its concealment. When it appears, this terrifying palm print falls directly towards your head, how terrifying it is.
"Buzz!" Bathed in the light of the axe, Lou Bingyu swung his sword again. The power of the sword was even more terrifying, and the attack power increased sharply. This made Lin Xianer's beautiful eyes lose focus. This was a treasure that originally belonged to the Human Emperor.
Well, for two equally matched characters, something like this suddenly happened to Lou Bingyu, which was absolutely fatal to Qin Wentian.
Sure enough, Lou Bingyu's sword smashed the palm print in front of him and struck Qin Wentian.
"Boom!" A terrifying drum sound vibrated out, making the world tremble. Qin Wentian's whole body seemed to be surrounded by war drums. He stared at Lou Bingyu with stern eyes, his body suspended there, and there was a sense of pride in his pupils.
As if he will be the only one.
"Boom, boom!" Two consecutive sounds shook the world, and then Lou Bingyu felt a power of destruction sweep in. The frost and snow in the sky danced, and she slashed out with her sword, but
The moment the sword light slashed out, a palm print capable of destroying the world appeared and suppressed it.
Lou Bingyu stepped back, the thumping sound continued, and the palm prints seemed to be crushing the sky. There was bright red blood, dyeing the frost all over the sky.
The stunning woman's eyes are still so cold and arrogant, like a snow-cold plum standing against the wind and rain. Only death can make her wither. The bright red blood in the ice and snow adds a bit of tragedy to this snow-cold plum!