"Thousands of miles of ice are frozen." Leng Xiaoran shouted softly, and then thick fog appeared around Leng Xiaoran's body. The mist was like a solid fog, surging out from Leng Xiaoran's body, quickly covering a radius of more than ten meters. Then you can hear the small and crisp sounds of frozen zra. In terms of whether it is soil, any creature or dust in the air, at this moment, under the cover of the fog, all of them have solidified in their original place and moved.
The man in white's eyelids twitched unnaturally. The dividing spur in his hand had already spread across his chest, and thousands of dividing spurs of the same size had condensed behind him, huge and fierce. The momentum of the two had already reached their limit at this moment.
Due to the limitation of strength, Leng Xiaoran is frozen for thousands of miles, but cannot be frozen for thousands of miles. Leng Xiaoran can reach the limit of close to the true zero degree within a radius of thirty meters.
The man in white roared, and thousands of water spikes around his body stabbed towards Leng Xiaoran, just like a few hornets arrogantly stinging at the big stupid bear. At this time, Leng Xiaoran's eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold air in his body condensed again. The sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the water spike pierced into the thick mist with a hindrance. "Hmph." The man in white snorted coldly, as if he knew that Leng Xiaoran was overestimating his ability. The amazing cold air was indeed shocking, but it could also hurt Leng Xiaoran at the rapid speed of the water spike. Under the attack of thousands of water spikes, Leng Xiaoran must be inserted into a hornet's nest.
When the man in white thought of this moment, he laughed even more in his heart, and then he smiled to the sky.[
Leng Xiaoran also understood that Qianli Frozen was insufficient to the split sphincter, but Leng Xiaoran also had his own ideas. The moment the split sphincter entered the Qianli Frozen weapon, Leng Xiaoran slapped his palms, and most of the thick fog condensed in the split sphincter places. Then, Leng Xiaoran's eyes gradually emitted a faint blue light.
"Zira." kept ringing, and the water-dividing thorns turned into ice thorns. Under Leng Xiaoran's control, they stopped in front of Leng Xiaoran. At this time, Leng Xiaoran also heard the arrogant laughter of the person outside, and Leng Xiaoran also smiled coldly.
The attack of the dividing spurt quickly entered the thick white fog, but the white fog still existed resolutely, as if it showed that the dividing spurt was like a child's trick, which made the laughter of the man in white stop abruptly. The man in white looked a little pale. I wonder if he used the Qianshui Mace or saw that the white fog was intact?
The existence of Bai Wu intact only shows one thing, that is, Leng Xiaoran was still not killed. Thinking of this, the man in white turned from white to blue, which looked a bit like excessive indulgence.
"Drink." A loud voice came from the white mist, and the man in white understood that the young man was about to fight back.
The white mist dissipated in response to the sound, and the cold air also dissipated. The cold air that could freeze the soul still had a shocking chill after it dissipated. The man in white was so shocked that he took several steps back, but the cold air still followed him. After the heavy cold air dissipated, the man in white saw that his thousands of water-dividing spikes were all gathered beside Leng Xiaoran, and the handles emitted a crystal luster. He understood that all the water-dividing spikes formed into ice, that is, they were all not under his control.
"Go." Although Leng Xiaoran's voice was very light, it seemed to be able to be transmitted to any part of the world. The man in white also heard it clearly. The man in white knew that he was no longer his opponent, and his cultivation was similar to Leng Xiaoran, and at this time he had lost his momentum and was no longer the opponent's opponent. The man in white was no longer in love and quickly left the place.
Leng Xiaoran saw the man in white trying to escape and shouted angrily: "I want to escape! Isn't it that easy?"
Thousands of ice thorns gathered around Leng Xiaoran, as if the army was shooting arrows, dense arrows surged overwhelmingly. Different attacks, under the control of Leng Xiaoran's mind power, the speed of the ice thorns was already extremely fast. The sound of sorrow continued to sound, which was even more fierce than the attacks of the man in white.
At this time, Leng Xiaoran's face was a little pale, and the dark blue light in his eyes had faded, leaving only those deep black eyes. Leng Xiaoran's right hand slapped the void, and the overwhelming cold air condensed again, and rushed towards the white-clothed man.
Listening to the sharp sound of breaking through the air behind, the man in white curled up with the little kid in his right hand, his figure changing, and his phantom flashed constantly, but he still couldn't escape the attack range of the ice thorn behind him. Leng Xiaoran wanted to attack differently, which made the man in white lose his fighting spirit in his heart and headed towards his old nest decadently.
The weight of a child does not have any burden on the man in white, so the man in white will not throw him away.
Thousands of ice thorns quickly approached the man in white in the air, from the original thousands of meters to the current hundred meters. The man in white turned around several times and was shocked several times, and his speed could not be avoided. The man in white looked at the child in his hand, and a brief confusion appeared in his eyes, but then he was swallowed by his own thoughts.
The eyes that were dodging were condensed again. Then, the man in white tied the child to his waist with a belt, and his hands were wide open, embracing the sky. A long roar was like a wave of sound scattered like waves of round halos, but there were really waves of round halos spreading from the man in white.
That's not a sound wave, what is it?
"Huh?" Leng Xiaoran looked at the distance in confusion on the ground in the distance. Because he needed to control thousands of ice thorns and the cold air, Leng Xiaoran had no extra strength to chase. Leng Xiaoran could not see what was happening in the distance, but could feel what seemed to be changing ahead.
But what can Leng Xiaoran do now? So he can only try his best to exert the power of the ice thorn and the effect of the cold air.
The ice thorns came, and the man in white was still embracing the sky, not knowing what he would do. The ice thorns seemed to be mocking the strange man in white. The ice thorns came quickly and locked the man in white in all directions. The man in white no longer paid attention to these ice thorns. Because the boy was still on his body, he still had some hope to delay the time.
But Leng Xiaoran did not seem to have done the moment the ice thorns set up their formation as he thought, and the sounds of howls came one after another. The man in white closed his eyes, and the waves of halo around his body gradually increased the frequency and gradually became denser. And it became solid.[
"Cum." Leng Xiaoran said softly.
The ice thorns in the distance seemed to be able to hear Leng Xiaoran's voice. As Leng Xiaoran's voice came, all the ice thorns stabbed towards the man in white at the same time with a swish.
The man in white still had a look, which was completely different from the decadence she had before, and he did not have the kind of heroic spirit of looking at death. He always felt that things would not be that simple.
The round halo ripples are like the waves of rivers, with waves and white lines, snow-white waves, and the sound of tides. It is like thousands of troops in the battlefield, and everyone is calling the sky and the earth, shaking the sky.
The sound of soldiers suddenly rang out, and the arrogant ice thorns lost their correctness when they encountered the round halo and changed direction greatly. Then, under the spread of the round halo, the ice thorns changed all the same as dominoes, and they were a bit like scattered ants piles. However, the layers of round halos seemed to become a little distorted under the dense ice thorns, and the man in white became a little weak, but he was still trying hard to support and maintain the spread of the round halos.
However, things were not that simple, and Leng Xiaoran was not that simple either. When the ice thorn was half left, the cold and bone-wrenching mist had arrived, like a cloud floating in the wind, but the movement speed of this cloud was breathtaking. Leng Xiaoran's expression was a little solemn, frowned, not knowing what he was thinking, but his eyes were still so firm. It seemed that Leng Xiaoran had the intention to kill the man in white.
The man in white also noticed the heart-wrenching Baiyun, and his body couldn't help but chill, his expression was a little weak, and he murmured: "Damn it, if it's by the Luoshui River, then..."
The voice then became smaller. In addition to being listless, the man in white had a little struggle. Then he looked at the little boy on his waist. Bai Yuze seemed to look at the man in white with a fierce look, as if he had a deep hatred with the man in white. If he didn't want to be with them now, he would have a deep hatred. It should be that he seemed to have some resentment that could not be resolved, and at the same time, the man in white would also look over and glar.
However, Bai Yuze seemed a little different at this time, without any fear, and there was a heroic look in his eyes.
The white clouds are closer, and the man in white should continue to release the round halo ripples, so the magic moves. Swhoo, like a monkey-headed somersault cloud in mythology, rushed to the man in white. The waves of round halos could not stop the arrival of the white cloud's cold air, but only subsided a little of the cold air. Since Leng Xiaoran was a little far away from this place, the cold air was not as solid as before.
As the cold air grew, the movements of the man in white became more stiff, and even the halo seemed to become slower, and the frequency decreased, so that the remaining ice thorns kept approaching.
...
Leng Xiaoran closed his eyes at this time, and strands of spiritual threads wrapped around like tentacles. He had already seen everything ahead clearly in his mind. He still understood the situation of the battle at this time. Leng Xiaoran gradually lowered the control of the ice thorn, and his body stood slowly. He kicked his legs and shook his body, leaving the place and flew towards the man in white.
At this time, the man in white felt the bone-bone cold all over his body, trembling all over his body, and the roots of his teeth kept giggling. The smiling face of the little boy Bai Yuze was frozen purple, but the slight heat exhalation from the tip of his nose indicated that Bai Yuze was still alive.
At this time, some illusory mist had completely enveloped the man in white. The man in white was already emitting round halo ripples. The ice thorn was in a state of incoming humans, and it broke into the illusory white mist with a burst of crackling sound. Leng Xiaoran flew over quickly. Although he closed his eyes, he could see the scene. Under Leng Xiaoran's control, the ice thorn did not hurt Bai Yuze on his waist, but Leng Xiaoran had no choice. Bai Yuze only had that faint or even rude breath at this time.
Leng Xiaoran's expression was a little helpless, that child could not die.
However, Leng Xiaoran would not give up. Under Leng Xiaoran's control, the ice thorn accelerated its puncture. "Uh." A scream came from the white mist, and Leng Xiaoran's mouth slightly raised, but the situation was unexpected.
The ice thorn seemed to be even more excited when he heard the screams, and the insult sound continued, but the strange scene appeared. The moment the ice thorns pierced the white mist, the ice thorns actually pierced from the other end of the white mist. Leng Xiaoran was a little stunned, but then, Leng Xiaoran's spirit was stagnant, amplifying the exploration in the white mist. She clearly felt the breath and figure, but why was this happening?
Then, the attacks of the ice thorns were also ineffective, and they shot towards the ground through the white mist with exception. Leng Xiaoran's face was a little entangled and unknown, but the subsequent scene made Leng Xiaoran angry.
Leng Xiaoran held the magical sword in his hand and waved only seventy-two ice thorns, stabbing at the Baiwu with the seventy-two earth evil formations. Leng Xiaoran's eyes were full of murderous intent, but for a quarter of an hour after stabbing into the Baiwu, Leng Xiaoran was stunned because there was only one phantom in the Baiwu, and a phantom with a breath. When Leng Xiaoran stabbed into the Baiwu, a dim shadow disappeared.
"Damn it." Leng Xiaoran felt hatred in her heart.
It turned out that the man in white still had strength. After being stabbed by ice thorns, the man in white relied on the strength he retained.[
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The situation was very critical. The man in white looked at Bai Yuze on his waist again, and the struggle in his eyes disappeared. Then, an ice pierced through the white mist and stabbed into the body of the man in white, but no red blood flowed out because the blood had formed blood crystals. Then, the second ice pierced in. Uh, the dull voice of the man in white did not attract Leng Xiaoran's attention.
Then the third one, the fourth one...
"Uh..." The man in white became angry, and a heart-shaking scream sounded from the man in white...