"There are many people who want to kill me, but I am still alive, while those madmen who want to kill the dragon have all perished!"
"You really want to take away my woman in front of me. Are you, the people of the Tomb King Sect, so arrogant?"
Chu Fei's Sanskrit voice was like a loud bell, and he stared at Han Bingluo with sharp eyes. Zhanlu's long sword was raised lightly, and the sword light was pointed directly at her figure.
Han Bingluo had never thought that a king of an eighth-grade empire would be so domineering and arrogant. There are only two types of people with such arrogance. One is a really stupid mediocre person who doesn't know how to live or die. The other is a powerful and arrogant person.
By.
Obviously, the Chu Feifan in front of Han Bingluo was the latter. He had previously shattered the power of his attack with a sword light. Although her attack had not yet used the right, it was enough to show that Chu Feifan was by no means an idle person.
Under the ice-falling white gauze, her pretty face had a sinister look on her face, her watery eyes flashed with a murderous aura, and she waved the long sword in her jade hand. Afterimages of her body appeared one after another, and she attacked Chu Feifan elegantly and lithely.
"presumptuous!"
"Tonight I will take over the head of the Tomb King Sect, and I will let you open the treasures of the Nanling Underground Palace for me!"
Chu Feifan suppressed the expression on his cheeks, violent imperial dragon energy surged around his body, and the power of the true dragon bloodline in his body was activated, and he quickly ran the mantra of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect.
"Whoa!"
"Whoa!"
"Whoa!"
All of a sudden.
The Bixiao Palace was filled with vast shadows of sword light. Sword energy radiating cold light rose up all around Chu Feifan's figure. The scene was gorgeous and majestic, as if it were the end of the world. Thousands of sword lights made a low roar, like a stormy wave.
He can strike across the sky at any time and kill all the creatures in the place covered by the sword light.
"What a terrifying sword light. This Emperor of Chu actually masters such an unpredictable sword technique. It seems that I really underestimated him!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Dozens of collision sounds were heard in succession, and the figures of Chu Feifan and Han Bingluo shuttled back and forth in the Bixiao Palace. The sharp energy fluctuations wherever they passed stirred up the dust in the sky.
The flowing sword light on Chu Feifan's figure was like the power of thunder. It was continuously released and enveloped Han Bingluo's figure airtightly. The long sword in her jade hand rotated and transformed, constantly blowing the sword flying in the air.
The light flew out.
"Sword of Ice!"
"Ice everything!"
The Sword of Ice, the top sword technique of the Cold Sword Technique, is the most powerful sword technique among the sword techniques practiced by Han Bingluo.
All things are frozen, and the ice energy in the body of the ice falls is released and lingers on the long sword. The power of the sword light implies the power of ice and frost, and everything in its path is dormant and instantly frozen.
at this time.
In the entire Bixiao Palace, there was no trace of the warmth of summer, as if the four seasons had changed and it was winter. Chu Feifan felt as if he had fallen into a cave of ice, and the bone-eroding coldness instantly hit his body, and his body was completely numb.
The bones were as stiff as poop.
"With such powerful Han Bing Qi, Han Bing Luo is worthy of being the leader of the Tomb King Sect. He is truly a capable person."
Chu Feifan murmured to himself, with a solemn expression on his face, and quickly activated the god-level emperor's art in his body. The vast zhenqi in his body burst out, condensing the strongest blow of Wanjian Guizong.
"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect, Break!"
"I would like to see who is better in swordsmanship between you and me!"
Along with a sharp shout, the sword lights criss-crossing the sky instantly condensed together, and thousands of swords merged into one. Its power was so powerful that it was simply jaw-dropping.
Chu Feifan opened his arms widely, and the sword light soaring into the sky stood above his leader. He clasped his hands together, and slashed down towards Han Bingluo with his arms.
"Whoa!"
The power of the sword shattered into the sky, and the entire Bixiao Palace trembled violently. The endless sword light roared like a thunderous thunder, as if it was about to engulf the entire world.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
With the explosion sound that resounded through the sky, Chu Feifan and Han Bingluo's figures continued to retreat backwards at the same time. The clothes around the two of them flew up and roared in the air, like two ferocious beasts fighting fiercely.
Same.
Diao Chan's pretty face turned pale, and she hugged her own white gauze. Qian Ying quickly retreated, trying to avoid the ripples of zhenqi. Facing the fierce battle between the two, she was really helpless. Not to mention taking action to get along, even the two
She couldn't resist the waves of infuriating energy released by people.
"Whoa!"
The beautiful figure of Han Bingluo flashed by, and the sharp sword light of Wan Jian Guizong fell next to her figure. The huge concussive force shook the white gauze on her cheeks away. At this time, her figure was as elegant as a flying dancer.
And smart.
Chu Feifan forcibly stabilized his retreating figure, raised his hand to wipe away the blood stains at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly raised his head, staring at the ice fall in front of him with knife-like eyes.
"What a peerless face. I didn't expect the head of the Tomb King Sect to be so young and beautiful!"
Chu Feifan couldn't associate Han Bingluo's age with her cultivation and status. She was so young with such a strong cultivation. If the system hadn't sent her information, Chu Feifan would have thought that she had rejuvenated.
now.
Han Bingluo was dressed in a white dress, with outstanding grace, her pretty face turned pale, her breath became disordered, and her chest kept rising and falling like a stormy sea, which made Chu Feifan, who was staring at her, distraught.
"Shameless!"
Han Bingluo noticed Chu Feifan's hot eyes, and an angry look instantly appeared on her pretty face. She clenched the long sword in her jade hand, and her figure had an unparalleled look that looked down on the world, and her cold eyes flashed with cold murderous intent.
"Han Bingluo, you and I are equally matched in cultivation. Capturing me now will save you a lot of pain. Otherwise, your life will be worse than death!"
Chu Feifan thought about the talisman of life and death in his heart, glanced at the drink poured on the ground, and said in a deep and majestic voice.
"Life is worse than death?"
"I want to see what you can do to me?"
Han Bingluo's angry and angry voice rang out, and her pretty face covered with frost and coldness showed a murderous look. She did not take Chu Feifan's threat into her eyes at all.
"哐哐哐......"
A rush of footsteps sounded outside Bixiao Palace. Chu Yanlong and Luo Shixin led five hundred iron eagle warriors and hundreds of crossbowmen to surround the palace. Not to mention a living person, even a fly would not be able to leave.
.
"Whoa!"
"Whoa!"
The crossbow soldiers opened their arms wide and stood with their bows and arrows ready. The cold light of the arrows was aimed at the door of Bixiao Palace. Anyone who appeared would be immediately pierced by thousands of arrows and killed.
Chu Feifan saw Han Bingluo looking sideways outside the hall, with a cold smile on his lips, and said in a low voice: "What do you think, you should think about it and don't risk your life in vain!"
"Wishful thinking, even if I am in jail tonight, I will go to hell with you!"
Say it.
Han Bingluo held a long sword in his hand. He stood up on his tiptoes and fell down in the air. He released a cunning and deadly attack from the tip of the sword, quickly attacking Chu Feifan's figure.
"Whoa!"
Chu Feifan opened his arms, his figure fell backwards, and the energy lingering in his palms swept away the wine on the ground. In an instant, the wine on the ground splashed up and floated in the palace.
"The Talisman of Life and Death, Qi!"
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