Chapter 22: The Snow Wujian is in a mess in the Ice Snow Mansion. All the masters, including Long Feng, sit cross-legged on the ground of the God Mansion and absorb as much spiritual energy as possible./\\

Look at these people, the dragon wind's golden body is still shining with golden light, but the golden light is mixed with some blood, which looks strange and ferocious.

Xiang Xueying, Dongfang Huiyun, Dongfang Huixin's face was pale and her head was scattered. Fortunately, she was wearing top-grade fairy armor clothes, but she was neat. Otherwise, outsiders would have seemed to be refugees who had just escaped.

Xue Qianqing was even more miserable. There was no blood on her face, and a considerable part of her head had been cut off. Look at the immortal armor on her body, and the west was missing. There was still a little bit of the style of a Ten Tribulation Scattering Demon.

Judging from the appearance alone, Jin Lie, Xuan Yun and Fei Peng are better. The clothes are neat and their heads are pretty good. Although their faces are not as good as blood, they can see them. In fact, these three people are not at all uncomfortable. Jianwu's sword energy is not so easy to deal with. The Yuandan of the three people suffered huge trauma, and it is probably much more difficult to recover than Long Feng and others.

If you want to say that the best external appearance is the Fire Kirin. It still looks like it is not damaged at all, but what about it? Looking closely, this guy's body is a little empty, and it seems that he can penetrate it by looking closely.

After the battle, although no one died, it was not easy to survive. They wanted to recover after half a year and six months of rest. This was still the case of a perverted and rich spiritual energy like the Ice and Snow Palace, and the genius treasures were used as food. If you were in other environments, you would not be able to recover if you were well-kept for ten or eight years.

It is said that there is no time to cultivate the truth. Half a year passed in a blink of an eye. Everyone woke up from the meditation. Although they had not recovered, they had recovered. When they thought of the battle half a year ago, everyone was so frustrated. The top figures in the cultivation world were present. After joining forces, they were beaten up by others. Even if the other party's cultivation level was far higher than their own, they felt uncomfortable.

"He is so angry that he is so frustrated that he is so frustrated. Don't let me find a chance, otherwise I will chew him up." Xuan Yun rushed towards the palace wall of the Ice and Snow Palace with a burst of blasts.

"Da Luo Jinxian, go to the ***. If I ascend to the fairy world, I will never be afraid of such a garbage man. Now, I will be beaten like a dog who falls into the water. It's so fucking to lose face." Fei Peng also yelled and scolded.

Jin Lie's fist hit the palace wall and punched him, "I will never let this kid go. One day I will let him know how powerful I am." Huo Qilin shouted, "Damn, my dignified Qilin was beaten like that kind of bear, which would embarrass the Qilin family."

Long Feng looked at these guys who were greatly stimulated in spirit and looked at his fist coldly. Jianwu, wait, I will let you taste the bitter fruits of offending me, Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

Xiang Xueying, Dongfang Huixin, Xue Qianqing didn't say anything, Dongfang Huiyun was not that quiet, "Brother Feng, when will I find this guy to take revenge? I will chop him a few swords."

Revenge? Long Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had no chance to take revenge before ascending to the fairy world. Even the people present doubled their strength, they could not think of being better than Jianwu. They were no match for others at all. Why should they say revenge?

"Cultivate, the second, the third brother continues to practice. Now we are not qualified to talk about revenge at all. Let's talk about revenge when we are qualified." Jin Lie punched the palace wall again, suppressing the strong revenge idea in his heart, and with Xuanyun, Fei Peng quietly entered a meditation again.

Xue Qianqing had no words and followed her to enter into meditation again.

Xiang Xueying and the other two turned their eyes to Long Feng. Long Feng smiled reluctantly and said, "Let's continue the journey and chase the Bingpo Sword Sect. As for revenge, we don't have the strength yet. Let's talk about it when we have that strength."

Xiang Xueying opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything. She sat cross-legged and entered into meditation to practice. Dongfang Huixin turned her concerned eyes to Long Feng. Long Feng smiled and signaled her to rest assured. Dongfang Huixin also smiled and entered into meditation to practice. Dongfang Huiyun also entered into meditation to practice without saying anything.

Long Feng pushed aside the walls of the Ice and Snow Mansion and searched the surroundings of the God Mansion in all directions. Fortunately, there were no people within a radius of thousands of miles. It was probably because those people couldn't wait to leave here. Since they had left, what would I do in the Ice and Snow Mansion? Go out for some breathing and rush to Iceland City by the way.

Pinch the spiritual technique and send yourself out of the Ice and Snow Mansion, and the dragon weathered into a stream of light and flew to the north.

Flying for thousands of miles, the color of the world changed drastically, and it was white everywhere. The sky was filled with snow and the earth was covered with silver. Only some places were sparsely decorated with some verdant colors. From a distance, it seemed like this was a huge white carpet.

If you blindly white is a bit monotonous. With the embellishments of the green colors, there will be more vitality and more vitality. The dragon wind looks at the snowflakes floating around you, looking at the endless white snow under your feet, and sighs softly. Over the years, I have been busy and have forgotten that nature is so beautiful. Such cultivation colors are pale and blood-colored. What is the meaning of even having tens of millions of years of life?

Why do I practice the truth? Why did I practice the truth? This question suddenly emerged in Long Feng’s mind? In order to gain strong strength, or for immortality, or for the feeling of being arrogant?

Maybe not. At this time, the Ice and Snow Dragon Buddha Sword appeared in Long Feng's hand. The Ice and Snow Dragon Buddha Sword suddenly danced. The white color and pure light reflected the Dragon Feng's white clothes, noble, aloof, and indifferent. Perhaps these three and three words are more suitable for the current Dragon Feng than ever.

The unpredictable smile that had not appeared for a long time was hung on the corner of Long Feng's mouth. I don't do fame, profit, death, immortality, just for swords, just for swords.

Long Feng gently stroked the Ice and Snow Dragon Buddha Sword and said with a smile, "I only want the sword, the tangible thing of the sword, the invisible thing of the Tao, to use the spirit of the heaven and earth in combination with the laws of the heaven and earth, and then it will be perfect. I seem to be far from the spirit of the heaven and earth. I have no way to talk about the laws of the heaven and earth now. Sword, one day, I will let you use the power of the heaven and earth to eliminate all obstacles. Why do I practice my true nature? In order to pursue the highest level of the sword, only it can make me eternally qualified to protect the loved ones and cherish them."

Gradually, Long Feng's eyes began to show his splendor. It was a golden light, and the light was like a sharp sword unsheathed. The light alone had already made the snowflakes involuntarily give up a wide passage.

"Swords are swords. Why do you need to mix other things? I still know too little about swords." Long Feng said to himself to the Ice Snow Dragon Buddha.

As he spoke, Long Feng then swung a sword, and a sword energy cut through the silence of the sky and roared down the earth. In an instant, a large pit that was several miles long, dozens of meters wide and countless depths appeared silently.

"Swords are just swords, not swords, nor spiritual techniques. Those messy things are used to consume the power of the sword for no reason. My Xuanyuan Sword Skill seems to be amazing, but in fact it is too magnificent to escape the scope of the sword. I'm so wrong." Long Feng continued to talk to himself.

At this time, Long Feng couldn't help but think of the two swords that Jian Wu swung. Such simple two swords, but those two swords made a group of top experts in the cultivation world defeated.

The Sword Technique may be simpler than complex, and such an idea emerged in his mind. Long Feng's spirit gradually began to concentrate, focusing on the two simple swords, and focusing on the Xuanyuan Sword Technique.

The emptiness breaks through the air and kills." Long Feng kept muttering the eight most primitive words of the Xuanyuan Sword Art, and fell into deep thought. The snow was getting heavier and heavier, like a goose feather, it seemed that the snow around him had become bigger. In his mind, in all his spirit, there was only the Xuanyuan Sword Art Sword Art, and nothing else was there.

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The extended Xuanyuan Sword Technique kept turning in Long Feng's mind with the most primitive Xuanyuan Sword Technique. Finally, at a moment when it seemed clear but seemed unclear, a sword Technique came to his mind.

This is a very simple sword technique. An amazing light lit up on one side of the sword blade. A figure fell down his arm like lightning. The light slashed from the void, clean, pure, and unrestrained.

Then I saw the figure sweeping the sword in his hand horizontally, and another light swept away horizontally. The bright arc seemed to have swept everything it could face.

The sword oscillated countless times in the air, and countless sword energy flew out. The sword energy seemed to dissipate, but its energy was so amazing.

The sword shook violently in the air, and a little light flashed across the sword tip and flew away. The little light shot into the void, and the void did not oscillate at all, as if that light had never appeared.

A sword pointed forward far away, as if it had no energy or meaning, it was just pointing far away.

A sword slashed violently in the void, and a little lightning suddenly appeared in the void. Suddenly, the lightning thunder sounded, and Long Feng suddenly woke up.

Six moves, Xuanyuan Sword Art changes in the second time, and only six moves are left, perhaps not enough six moves.

Xuanyuan breaks the air, Xuanyuan destroys, Xuanyuan sword dance, Xuanyuan breaks the soul, Xuanyuan kills the soul, and Xuanyuan's last move cannot be counted as one move, perhaps only half a move. The sword name is temporarily determined to be Xuanyuan Lei Ming Longfeng's face is constantly smiling. Nine moves shrink into six moves is not just a reduction move, but the power of Xuanyuan sword technique has increased in a geometric multiple. Longfeng is now full of confidence and even has the urge to hope that the sword martial arts will appear again.

"This is the sword technique, the real sword technique." Long Feng said with a smile.

Oops, I forgot to rush to the road. Who knows how much time it took to improve the sword technique this time? Long Feng patted his head and let out a long roar towards the sky, like lightning, and continued his journey to Bingyuan City.

"Master Jianwu, have we been waiting here? What if they don't come out?" Qi Ming had lost his patience after waiting for half a year. If there weren't some good environments nearby to watch, he wouldn't be able to stay at all.

"Qi Ming, is it okay? Since Master Jianwu did this, there must be his reason. Otherwise, with his character, how could he stay in this broken place with ice and snow for the first half of the year without leaving?" Jue Yue glanced at Qi Ming and said a little dissatisfied.

After waiting in the place where the dragon wind disappeared for half a month, these immortals gradually lost patience, especially the constant complaints of each other, Jianwu was so annoyed that he took everyone to the city nearest to that place.

Although it is 100,000 kilometers away from that place, for Jianwu, this distance is far from reaching the limit of his mental coverage, so he left with confidence. He is confident that as soon as the successor of Xuanyuan Sword Sect appears, he will immediately appear. Even if he uses the fastest degree, he will not be able to escape from his spiritual consciousness within half a day. He can only find out once every half a day and everything will be mastered.

Jianwu used something to sweep over that place as usual. Suddenly he stood up, a smile like clouds clearing and a fog dissipated on his face. After half a year of waiting, there was finally a result. The successor of Xuanyuan Sword Sect appeared.

"Mingzhen, Mingkong, Qiming, Jueyue, the people we are waiting for have appeared. This time I want a final result. I hope you will do what you should do." Jianwu said to the four people in a cold voice.

The four people immediately smiled happily, and a murderous intent flashed in Mingkong's eyes. "Master Jianwu, don't worry, I will never let this person leave alive."

Mingzhen said in his heart that the best immortal weapon, the best immortal weapon, it seems that you still have to belong to me Mingzhen.

Qi Ming also thought secretly in his heart, ***, I have been waiting for half a year, and it would be a loss if I didn’t miss two good magic weapons.

A greedy light shot out from Jueyue's eyes. This person must have a top-grade immortal weapon. I, Jueyue, are about to make a name for myself.

Long Feng rushed to the Ice Field City like lightning, without any idea that he was about to fall into crisis. Long Feng is a little pitiful now. In the eyes of others, he has become a lamb to be slaughtered, and the fat meat on his mouth. In the consciousness of Jian Wu and others, Long Feng has become a dead person. Whether it is to obtain a top-grade immortal weapon or to achieve the purpose of destroying the Xuanyuan Sword Sect inheritance, Long Feng must die. As for whether they can do it, whether Long Feng will die depends on the luck of both parties, and who is better.
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