"break!"

Five million spears, piercing the ice and snow!

Five million cavalry, trampling the cold winter!

"boom!"

Snow waves break!

The 300-meter-tall Frost Giant smashed down the icicles, but this spear crushed the icicles and trampled over the Frost Giant!

Under the spear, each snow beast was crushed to pieces and penetrated all the way!

The ice and snow are only qualified to be trampled in front of them. The cold wind does not dare to come into contact with the violent air. Wherever it passes, the cold winter retreats!

Daxia cavalry is unstoppable!

This is the iron cavalry that once swept through an era and made other heroes afraid to dominate!

What's more, today's Daxia cavalry is not riding a horse, but riding a giant elephant, a tiger, or a black bear!

"Roar!"

A mammoth roared and charged like a tank, but the next moment, thousands of giant elephants lined up and charged away, overturning the thousand-meter-long mammoth!

An ice bear swung its claws, but then its heart was pierced by spears, and its throat was bitten off by black bears and tigers!

Battlefield No. 3.

Each warrior wore short sleeves and stood in the cold wind.

The blood is surging, and the hot blood makes the cold wind retreat and the ice and snow melt in front of you!

Xingyimen!!

The leading man looked at the densely packed giant beasts below with a stern smile.

"The gods thought that the cold winter would make Daxia afraid!"

"But my Daxia fists are never afraid of ice and snow! My Daxia blood is never afraid of severe cold!"

"Xingyimen!"

"Follow me to kill the enemy!"

"Let winter sharpen our boxing skills! Let the snow beast know what a real beast is!"

"boom!"

Blood energy explodes!

In just an instant, streams of blood energy surged, and the burst of blood energy caused the oncoming cold wind to roll back!

The bloody shadows of fierce tigers and white cranes condensed behind them, and their unparalleled fist power shattered the ice and snow!!

"Disciples of Tiger Fist, come down from the mountain and kill the enemy!"

"Disciple White Crane, follow me and spread your wings!"

Each Xingyi Sect disciple actually used their hands and feet to crush the ice and snow, rushing down the city wall like a tiger, with as much power as a tiger, and their roar was as deafening as a tiger's roar.

Another disciple opened his arms, and they floated down with the cold wind, like snow and cranes, floating freely and freely.

When they fell into the snow beast team.

"Roar!"

An eight-meter-long saber-toothed tiger rushed towards him, but he saw the disciple grinning, his fists like tiger claws, and directly tore into pieces the saber-toothed tiger with its fangs spread out!

"That's it, still pretending to be a beast in front of me?"

One disciple's fingers were like a bird's beak, and he directly smashed the hard beak of the ice-cracking bird!

At this moment, they are more like beasts than beasts!

Battlefield No. 4.

In the ice and snow, white clothes line up.

Just turn their backs to the snow beasts.

The back figure in the wind and snow, with white clothes floating, standing quietly in the sky full of ice and snow, is indescribably mysterious.

The flying swords hung quietly in the air, their sharp edges emitting invisible sword energy, causing the falling ice and snow to shatter on their own.

"Brother," a young disciple asked softly, "Why do we have to turn our backs to each other?"

"Don't ask, it's what Senior Zhang Feng taught me." The older disciple narrowed his eyes: "Don't you think this is cool?"

"Also, don't talk, otherwise you will appear less enigmatic."

If you learn the sword without showing off, then there is no point in learning the sword.

Sure enough, when those snow beasts saw the backs of these white-clad figures, they stopped one by one.

After all, it looks very powerful.

And at this moment.

"There are three feet of snow in the Tianshan Mountains, how can it be when traveling far away?"

One hundred thousand sword immortals and one hundred thousand unpredictable figures suddenly all recited poems.

The ethereal sounds, combined with the silhouettes standing in the white snow, made these snow beasts even more confused, not knowing what was going on.

"You guys are in the wrong place."

"Buzz!"

The sword rises!

One hundred thousand flying swords soar into the sky!

A series of terrifying sword energy burst out, shattering the ice and snow in the sky!

Figures one after another floated in the ice and snow with flying swords on their feet!

Of course, during the whole process, they still had their backs to the snow beast!

"Roar!

"

There was a snow beast roaring in the sky, but the sword light flashed past, and in just an instant, the snow beast was split into two!

A figure stood behind the snow beast and whispered: "It snows in the Tianshan Mountains in May. There are no flowers but cold."

But then, the swordsman suddenly raised his head, looked at the snow beasts in front of him, frowned, and said somewhat complicatedly: "The back view can certainly show off, but if you rush into the enemy, there are enemies on all sides, then it counts as your back.

For one, it will be seen by other enemies..."

"How to do this."

"No, we have to ask Senior Zhang Feng how to solve such a kendo problem later."

After speaking, he glanced at the monstrous sword energy in the battlefield of gods in the distance, his eyes full of admiration.

It has to be Senior Zhang Feng.

In the past, these disciples practiced very slowly, and it was difficult to improve their swordsmanship.

But since senior Zhang Feng proposed that "pretending is also an important part of kendo" and combining pretentiousness with kendo, the disciples began to learn pretense one by one, and unexpectedly found that their kendo attainments were also improving rapidly!

More than 200 of them even became sword gods and were transferred to the Legion of Gods!

As he said that, the disciple glanced at the surging blood energy not far away and sneered: "Xingyimen...heh, they are just a bunch of reckless warriors, but my swordsmanship will last forever."

In the distance, the disciples of the Xingyi Sect looked at the monstrous sword energy and the vaguely visible back figures, and snorted coldly: "Shushan Sword Cultivators...hehe, they are just a bunch of pretentious dealers who like to whistle gorgeously, how can there be any punches?"

The pain of flesh!"

And in the middle god battlefield.

As the Great Xia Sword God, Zhang Feng has attained great attainments in swordsmanship and has entered the palace, so he has no worries about his face being seen.

Facing many low-level gods, he did not go deep into the enemy's army, but always circled around the perimeter of the low-level gods.

Make sure your back is always left to the enemy, never show your face, and only show them an unpredictable back.

The sword energy continued to slash out. At the same time, he chanted in the ice and snow from time to time: "The willow color is tender and golden, and the pear blossoms are white and fragrant."

"The ground is white, the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as your hand!"

Full of style.

The old man Dao Wanqian, who was releasing earth fire to trap a group of inferior gods, whispered to Situ Hong: "What is Zhang Feng doing? Are all sword practitioners so crazy?"

"I don't know." Situ Hong pulled the trigger and broke the legs of a low-level winter god who was trying to escape. He frowned and said, "I almost forgot what he looked like. I haven't seen him in three months."

face."

"Even the photos of the gods of Daxia posted on the corridor now show his back... I feel like he has almost become obsessed with practicing swordsmanship."

On the fifth battlefield.
To be continued...