Chapter 722 (2/2)

She rose from the sky like a white snow owl in the snow, flying silently in the air several feet away. After sliding hundreds of steps, her feet fell on the snow. At this time, she had already locked in the breath of the thin man Xiu. But just then, the situation changed!

I don't know when, the snow in the air has condensed into transparent ice crystals the size of beans. In the dark light reflected by the snow, these ice crystals suddenly seemed to have spiritual consciousness, and they all killed her like locusts in the air.She instinctively tried to avoid it, but her heart suddenly relaxed. Although this round of attack seems to be mighty, but the power can not even reach the purple mansion, and it is impossible to break through her body protecting magic power.

It's just that her Guanghan mana is extremely cold and useful for other things, but for these ice crystals, it just makes them harder and sharper. These ice crystals couldn't penetrate her protective ring, so they stayed around her, frozen together, and accumulated into an ice wall.

It's very embarrassing for her. With a wave of her hand, a fierce and incomparable cold wind roared out of her sleeve, cutting the ice wall in front of her into pieces and scattered.

But as the wall of ice, which was just an eyesore to her, was smashed, a great vitality suddenly burst into the air. On the ground, it seemed that there was a snow Python raising its head, swinging like a wave, and suddenly rolling to her neck.

This is not the power of friar Xu Dan, but the opponent used the real body of the golden elixir. The speed and power of the ice crystals are quite different. She was a little flustered by this wonderful sneak attack, and suddenly dodged back.

The snow Python looked up. It turned out that it was a Shura vine that had been ambushed in the snow. As soon as its head was raised, the sharp leaves around her body immediately brushed up, and suddenly whirled like a windmill. The sharp edge of the sword instantly cut her cold body protection magic power, almost brushing her neck.

Lian Ling's xiuluolan is naturally covered with swords, but she didn't care. Because under the suppression of her wide cold mana, the plant which depends on life almost completely loses its power. But why can it launch such a threat to her life again?

Before she thought of the answer, countless xiuluolan were lifted up like snakes in the snow, mixed with the sharp sword spirit of xiuluolan leaves flying wildly, like dragons and snakes, and killed her from all directions.

She was not polite. She pulled out the jade bamboo sword and chopped out countless sword lights around her in an instant. The swords of both sides are like dancing snowflakes in the air, making a sharp crash sound of sword body collision. Countless snowflakes are torn, the air is torn, and every inch of space is filled with the sword spirit of tearing everything.

”I see. The field is under the control of the other side.” In the fierce struggle, Nan wanci thought of the answer. Because this cold field is under the control of the other party, he can completely control the distribution of cold air and build a warm area for xiuluolan to grow.

It's not hard for her to destroy all this, but she has been entangled by the resurgent thuroland. Before this absolute division, she was unable to control the cold to destroy the field.

But even if the other side's xiuluolan finally got rid of the inhibition of the cold, and played a power of 10%, it was only a state of the first flower. There is still an insurmountable gap with her.

In particular, her Guanghan sword spirit, even among the Sanhua friars of Shuanghua or even higher level, is also the top existence. What if you recover? Now that you have come to me, I will cut you off.

The monks of the Yin Yang sect did not control the sword like the five element sect. They just carry swords. The sword she holds is not so much a weapon as a medium that constantly turns her wide cold spell into a chilling sword Qi.

It is like a strong wind, like a rainstorm, like a flower with infinite complexity and infinite extension. Each petal is condensed by countless sword Qi and cuts everything to the four sides. Pieces of the tularan vine fell.

But xiuroland's almost infinite life was not easily destroyed. Although the debris fell like raindrops, she continued to grow stubbornly. Besides, she also has countless swords to fight against the sword spirit of Goddess Guanghan. Although it did not prevail, it was not suppressed.

”War of attrition?”

South play words can not help but frown. It's not a battle of attrition that she's bound to lose. It's the aura consumed by attrition war, which is far from comparable to that of a few moves in a moment. But the total amount of blood spirit stone she put into this monument is limited, that is, 200000 Liang. Even if she doesn't have ten months left, it's hard for her to recover.

It's better to end the war as soon as possible. As soon as she got the idea, the opportunity came. Obviously, the other party didn't intend to go on such a stalemate with her and consume the blood spirit stone in vain.

The core noumenon of xiuluolan has appeared. Countless Sutra orchid vines are surging out of the snow like a huge spring. In the middle is a figure with beautiful posture and colorful spirit, like the core of a flower, pointing to her.

South evening speech immediately felt by innumerable eyes and claws staring at, the decisive moment has arrived!

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