Huangfu Long's mouth was still open, the snowflakes danced wildly, turned into whirlpools, and penetrated into his body crazily. A moment later, a shadow of a dragon was faintly attached to Huangfu Long's body. //Welcome to reading//
"Huangfu Long, Long Ying!" The pupils of the crowd shrank for a while. It seemed that they had misjudged this crazy young man. Although he seemed abnormal, he was always so confident and free. He still wanted to Marry Tianchi Xue as his wife.
The illusory shadow of the snow dragon attached to his body, covering Huangfu Long's entire body with a layer of snow. There was also a faint dragon's energy released from his body, but this energy was very cold.
This dragon is a wild snow dragon.
"Snow Dragon's Fist."
"Roar!"
As soon as Huangfu Long stepped forward, a terrifying force that seemed to come from the wilderness burst out. It was extremely terrifying. There was a snow dragon in his fist, a dragon's roar in his mind, and the coldness of snow in his breath.
The snow dragon opened its teeth and claws, and grabbed the middle-aged hunter directly. The wild aura seemed to tear him apart.
"Stop." The hunter shouted, and slapped his palms out. Suddenly, the surrounding space seemed to turn into snow, and he rushed towards the wild snow dragon.
"Roar!" The snow dragon roared, tearing away the transformed snow barrier, and continued to smash towards the hunter's head, trying to tear him apart.
"Okay." He raised his head slightly, and a terrifying chill of snow burst out from the hunter's body, instantly freezing Huangfu Long's body, and the power of the snow dragon was slightly reduced.
"Destroy." The hunter spat out the word, and the snow on the snow dragon immediately dissipated and melted. After a while, the snow dragon completely disappeared without a trace.
"Yes, they almost forced me to retreat." The middle-aged man nodded slightly to Huangfu Long, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, thinking about which strong man in the snow mountain would be suitable to guide Huangfu Long. This guy, There is an aura of ancient wildness about him, and he doesn't know where he came from.
"Senior, see if you can let me and my future wife practice together." Huangfu Long patted his head honestly, and the arrogant and barbaric spirit just now was gone.
"Your future wife?" The hunter was stunned.
"Ahem!" Tianchixue coughed, and his expression suddenly changed, you bastard.
"Well, Tianchixue, my future wife, I want to practice with her." Huangfulong chuckled, which made Tianchixue have the urge to vomit blood, and stared at Huangfulong with cold eyes, hateful.
"Haha, okay, okay, as you wish, just follow Xiaoxue." The middle-aged man said with a hearty smile, and was also amused by this guy. When did Tianchixue become his future wife, why did they even have Tianchi No one on the snow mountain knows about it
This Huangfu Long is interesting, and he is happy to help this guy. As for whether he can catch up with Tianchi Xue, it depends on Huangfu Long's ability.
"Thank you, senior." Huangfulong looked particularly excited. He turned around and gave Tianchixue a proud look, which almost made Tianchixue collapse.
The hunter's eyes finally fell on Lin Feng and Tang Youyou, and said: "She seems not suitable for the assessment."
"Well, I will accept the assessment alone and let her come with me. What do you think, senior?" Lin Feng said.
"No problem, then you can do it." The middle-aged man nodded to Lin Feng. Among these people, Lin Feng was relatively low-level in cultivation, but he was the coldest one. He seemed to have a temperament that kept strangers away.
I don’t know what Lin Feng’s strength is.
Lin Feng stood up and stepped out slowly. The gentle steps seemed to have a slight sense of heaviness, which made the middle-aged man raise his eyebrows. Lin Feng's temperament was different from other people's. Heaviness and sadness, as if something could happen at any time. burst out.
"Like them, use your strongest means to attack me." The hunter emphasized to Lin Feng.
"Okay." Lin Feng nodded, with a sword chant, the blood sword was unsheathed, and a bloodthirsty aura bloomed in the snow, killing and cold, and there was a trace of blood-colored brilliance in the blood sword, as if there were souls of the dead. Crying in it, the bloody sword was stained with the blood of countless people.
This time it was to get a powerful teacher to guide the practice. Lin Feng would naturally do his best, so the blood sword was unsheathed.
The atmosphere in the entire space became serious and a bit colder the moment the blood-drinking sword was unsheathed. Lin Feng did not regard this as an assessment, but as a life-or-death confrontation and killing.
Only in this way will he truly go all out physically and mentally and use his strongest strength. If it is just regarded as an assessment,
It will not be able to exert its strongest strength.
The hunter raised his brows. At this moment, he realized that he was not like a hunter, Lin Feng, but more like a hunter. He was holding a blood-drinking sword with murderous intent. He nodded secretly in his heart. He was not different from others. The difference lies in his intentions. , did not regard this as an assessment, but as an enemy.
Those cold pupils were so indifferent and made him feel uncomfortable all over.
The terrifying sword energy began to rage in the void, twisting crazily. The crowd felt that their whole bodies were slightly tight, their breathing became heavy, and the will of the sword was climbing crazily.
"One level, two levels...the fifth level of sword will." The crowd's pupils trembled violently. It turned out that Lin Feng had the fifth level of sword will. What a terrifying sword.
A wisp of black flame lingered on the bloody sword. This flame was attached with a wisp of pitch black color and the color of destruction.
Lin Feng's whole body also turned into a sword. The person and the sword merged, the mind and the sword merged, and the person became the sword.
"kill!"
Finally, a sound came out of Lin Feng's mouth, the sword energy raged, and the wind rose for nine days. Lin Feng's body disappeared from the place, and a blood-like sword stabbed out towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged pupils shrank suddenly, so fast, the will of the wind.
He also has the fifth level of swordsmanship, what a powerful young man.
"Snow!" The middle-aged man shouted angrily, and the rolling snow gathered crazily to resist. However, under the blood-like sword, it was penetrated instantly, and the black flame melted the snow, and the sword seemed not to be affected at all. The impact is still forward, quick, this sword is too fast.
His body slipped, and the middle-aged man retreated. For the first time, Lin Feng's sword was too fast and too fierce, and he couldn't retreat without retreating.
"Stop." The terrifying true power was released. The true essence of snow was cold and frozen, and the blood sword was instantly covered with frost.
"Tsk..." Lin Feng's sword passed by, and the flames bloomed with his destructive power. The snow melted again. Lin Feng's body spun, and the wind-like figure flashed again. Another sword slashed out, and the brilliance of blood was So bright.
Lin Feng was not taking exams, he was fighting.
"Fire Will." The middle-aged man whispered, the look of surprise in his eyes getting stronger and stronger, and the old man standing not far away also showed a smile. He seemed to have anticipated the scene at this moment. The hunter was the gatekeeper. He knows the strong people in Tianchi very well. Many talented young people who enter Tianchi are trained and checked by him, and then sent to the most suitable people for guidance.
Although he is not too strong, he has a sharp vision. He has been guarding this important level for Tianchi. He has seen countless geniuses, but today's ones are obviously quite satisfactory to him.
"Interesting." He grabbed his hand upwards and released the power of the will of snow. A breath of snow rushed towards the sword and Lin Feng crazily. The bodies of Xue Jian Ning and Lin Feng were instantly covered with frost and snow, and their hands were frozen. Come.
"Go back!" A force pushed towards Lin Feng's blood sword, and a smile appeared on the middle-aged man's mouth.
"Broken!" The magic power of the Nine-turn Buddha burst out, and the frost and snow covering his body exploded.
"Kill!" Lin Feng shouted angrily, with strong murderous intent. The blood sword released a terrifying brilliance of blood, as if he wanted to kill the middle-aged man.
"Huh?" The middle-aged man's eyes condensed, and his body seemed to melt into the snow, drifting away, and Lin Feng's sword struck the empty space.
"The wind rises!" Lin Feng's body followed him like a shadow, and the killing energy was billowing.
The middle-aged eyes were shining brightly, and his hands were filled with ice and snow. He suddenly closed them and held the blood sword in his palms.
"Let go." The middle-aged man shouted. The terrifying artistic conception of snow froze Lin Feng's sword and hand, and he swung his palm violently to let go of Lin Feng's sword.
Lin Feng's hand did not let go, and he spun along with the sword. The terrifying flame will bloomed again, melting the ice and snow.
"Kill!" A roaring sound came out, and a terrifying sword light spit out from the blood sword and landed in front of the hunter in an instant.
The hunter's pupils shrank suddenly, his body floated sideways, and the sword light passed by him.
"Go." All the terrifying power poured out, and Lin Feng's body was severely shaken back. The hunter reached out and clasped the black hair that was slowly falling with the snowflakes in his palm.
Looking at the strand of black hair, the middle-aged man raised his head and looked at Lin Feng. The sword was still in Lin Feng's hand. Sword cultivator, the sword was there and the person was there.
Just looking at the indifferent young man, a bright smile suddenly appeared on the middle-aged face. This is the martial arts cultivator, the martial arts monk he wants to find!