His whole body was surrounded by blood, the cold energy spread, and the ice and dust passed by, turning bullets into powder. Even if a fish slipped through the net and hit his body, it would at most cause him skin trauma, and the bullet would not penetrate his flesh even slightly.

Afraid of delay, things will change, and the ice dust will not spare any effort. The sound of flute fills the air, the ice shoots out, and the screams resound through the mountains and forests.

On the other side, Ling Xuan is even crazier.

The whole body is covered with blood, and the bloody storm around is crazy. No grass is left in the path, and the sword marks are densely covered. If you can't avoid it, you will die if you touch it.

Flesh and blood were flying everywhere, and bones and debris were scattered everywhere. The troops below were heartbroken and couldn't show any intention of resisting anymore, so they all fled for their lives.

In less than three minutes, Ling Xuan was the first to resolve the battle.

The mountain was full of broken corpses, the blood was pungent, and no one was left alive. Even Qi Yao and others in the distance were frightened when they saw this.

"Little witch, that Ling Xuan..." Yu Chuxia said tremblingly.

"Shut up, they are all killers, you can't afford to offend them," Qi Yao said quickly.

Bingchen frowned slightly, although he knew that Ling Xuan was definitely furious, but seeing her change like this, he couldn't help but feel worried.

"Xuan'er, be careful!"

Suddenly, Bing Chen shouted loudly, abandoned the remaining people, and immediately rushed towards Ling Xuan.

A bolt of arrow light came quickly, and Ling Xuan felt a chill down her spine. When Bing Chen's voice came, Ling Xuan immediately turned sideways and swung the Frost Sword at the same time.

There was a clang of the sword, and the arrow split into two. Under the shock, Ling Xuan stepped back several steps. She stabilized her figure and immediately shouted: "Feng Yunwu!"

The violent wind blade swept away, digging three feet into the ground along the way. There was a loud bang, gravel was shot randomly, and a figure flew out.

Whoosh, whoosh, three bows and three arrows shot towards Ling Xuan. Taking this opportunity, the man quickly retreated and did not stop until several miles later.

Seeing that Ling Xuan was fine, Bing Chen breathed a sigh of relief, but then he felt a warning sign in his heart. When he glanced around, he saw a dark shadow quietly approaching.

Grinning, Bing Chen blasted out with a palm, and three ice soul needles were mixed in it.

The young man punched him contemptuously, but then his expression changed drastically and he quickly retreated.

"late."

Bing Chen let out a soft drink, kicked his foot, his body was like an arrow from the string, and his fist hit the young man's chest directly.

I wanted to avoid it, but my whole body moved slowly. I tried my best to move sideways, but still screamed.

There was a crisp sound from his arm, and the young man was thrown backwards. The aftermath of the shock made him spurt out a mouthful of blood while he was still in the air.

A heavy blow!

"impossible!"

Unbelievable! The young man was horrified. He was a seventh-level spiritual being, but he was hit hard by a fifth-level spiritual being.

"Zombie, sneak attack on me."

As soon as he stabilized his figure, the young man cursed angrily. He tried his best to suppress the cold air, and at the same time, his spiritual power was running wildly. The big knife in his hand made a clanging sound, and he seemed to be slashing out with one blow.

Bing Chen dodged and was so fast that when the sword light approached, he was already several miles away. With a mocking look on his face, he said sarcastically: "Zhazui, are you talking about yourself?"

"Ahhhh."

Almost going crazy with anger, the young man slashed out with his sword several times, and then headed straight towards Bing Chen.

There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, which was exactly what Bing Chen meant. He simply took back the ice jade flute, held a long sword in his hand, and dodged to meet the attack.

boom!

The swords collided, and the force of the shock caused the two of them to retreat at the same time.

Bing Chen looked relaxed and content, but the young man's arm was numb and he almost missed the long knife.

"Compete with me in strength and seek death."

Bing Chen gave a cold shout and rushed away again without giving the young man a chance to breathe.

I was feeling aggrieved, secretly cursing Bing Chen for being stinky and shameless. Part of my mind and spiritual power was devoted to suppressing the raging cold air, and with my left arm broken, I could only exert half of my combat power. Normally, I could do it with just one hand.

The fifth-level shrimp of Naling who was pressed to death is humiliating himself like this, which is unbearable for you.

However, when the young man saw Bing Chen approaching, his feet immediately refused to obey his command, and he ran away instead of moving forward, giving up on the spot.

"A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, I will avenge him later."

"Want to run!"

Bing Chen gave a cold shout, and three ice soul needles shot out instantly. The young man's mind tightened, wondering how he would be tricked again after being fooled once. With a slash of the long knife, there was a soft sound, and the ice needles turned into little ice crystals and fell down.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a flute sound suddenly sounded again. His face immediately turned ugly. He had just peeked for so long. Didn’t the young man know the power of this jade flute? He cursed in his heart, bastard, and gathered his spiritual power on his legs, jumping up.

It was far away, but the next moment, there was still a scream.

He covered his buttocks, his hands were covered with blood, and an iceberg hit him, causing his face to twist in pain.

"It's dog-crossed."

Turning around suddenly, the young man wanted to fight for his life, but unexpectedly, he grabbed the ice and pulled it out.

"Oh oh oh!"

Howling like a killing pig, a stream of blood spurted out, and the young man quickly covered his butt with both hands. It was painful to watch.

"brute!"

I was so angry that I didn't know how to curse. After I blurted out the words, I felt that it was inappropriate.

Bing Chen sneered, and the Bing Yu Xiao touched his lips again.

"No, I give up."

"Brother, if you have anything to say, I'm just here to help guard you for a few days, not Zhou Zhihuang's group." The young man quickly waved his hand.

"late."

After Bingchen's cold voice, the flute sounded again.

"Your uncle, I even gave in and killed them all."

With a slash of the long knife, all the ice shattered, and the young man quickly backed away with his butt sticking out.

"Sister, do you know who I am? I am a member of the Jianling Sect."

Hearing this, Bingchen paused for a moment, but then he snorted coldly and the flute sounded again.

"What a bastard, come back."

Using all his spiritual power, the young man slashed away again. But the next moment, there was another scream.

When he lowered his head and saw that the root of his thigh was bleeding profusely, he quickly stretched out his hand to grab it and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll fuck you, uncle." The young man burst out.

"snort!"

Bing Chen snorted coldly, the blood all over his body increased sharply, his face became colder, and the flute music immediately played loudly.

Seeing this, the young man's face became even more ugly, and he quickly shouted: "My sister is in the top ten on the local ranking list."

"None of my business."

Ignoring it, the ice blasted away.

"Damn it, my father is the elder of Jianling Sect."

After hastily resisting another wave of ice, the young man's other thigh was injured again and he stumbled to the ground.

Bing Chen took advantage of the situation and went up, an ice needle went straight between the young man's eyebrows.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and for the first time, the young man felt that death was so close to him.

The next moment, the center of his eyebrows felt painful, and the young man's expression froze.

"My life is at an end!"

He lamented in his heart that he died unjustly, but then, a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, he felt it, and there was still a tone of voice.

Before he could be happy, the three ice needles approached again. The young man cursed in his heart and then fainted.

At almost the same moment, a scream was heard not far away. Looking up, he saw a young man being swallowed up by a bloody storm. Within a moment, the scream quickly weakened, and pieces of flesh could be seen vaguely flying.

Lifting the young man beside him, Bingchen stepped forward with his sword and headed straight towards Ling Xuan.

"Are you okay?" Bing Chen asked with concern.

After looking at Bing Chen, a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes that were originally cold. After a slight nod, he looked towards the other two areas.

Yu Jingyan had no pressure at all. The soldiers were beaten and retreated steadily. Occasionally, bullets sneaked up on him, but they were pushed away by an invisible force.

However, Qi Yao and Yu Chuxia looked embarrassed. They were surrounded by dozens of soldiers and were surrounded by bullets and bullets. They could only defend themselves passively. Their faces were pale and their heads were covered with sweat. The two women had obviously consumed a lot of spiritual power.

Needless to say, Bingchen Lingxuan looked at each other and immediately took a step forward, heading straight for Qi Yao and the other two.

Bingling shot, bloody wind raged, and screams rang out from behind. Qi Yao and Qi Yao immediately turned around, with expressions of excitement on their faces.

"Master, you are finally here." Qi Yao said excitedly.

"Master...Master, we almost became a hornet's nest." Yu Chuxia said with lingering fear on her face.
To be continued...