The mouth of Emperor Huanglong was still open, the snowflake danced, turned into a whirlpool, and madly penetrated into his body. After a while, on the body of Huangfulong, there was a shadow of a dragon.

"Huangfu Long, Dragon Shadow!" The pupils of the crowd are shrinking and powerful. It seems that they all misunderstood this crazy youth. Although he seems to be abnormal, he is always so confident and free, he still wants娶天池雪 as his wife.

The shadow of the illusory Snow Dragon was attached to him, and Huang Fulong covered the entire body with a layer of snow. The faint and dragon's anger was released from his body, but this gas was very cold.

This dragon is a wild snow dragon.

"The Dragon of the Snow Dragon."

"Roar!"

The emperor's dragon was shaped like a cross, and suddenly a horror seemed to come from the wild powers. It was extremely terrible. There were snow dragons in the boxing, and there were dragons in the air, and there was snow in the air.

Snow Dragon's claws and claws, directly to the middle-aged hunter, the wild smell seems to tear him away.

"Give me a stop." The hunter snorted and the palms slammed out, and the space around him suddenly turned into snow, and rushed to the wild snow dragon.

"Hey!" Snow Dragon roared, tearing the illusion of the snow obstacle, and continued to buckle toward the hunter's head, to tear him away.

"Okay." The head tilted slightly, and the hunter burst into a terrible snow chill. The body of the Emperor Dragon was frozen and the snow dragon's power was slightly reduced.

"Destroy." The hunter spit out, and the snow on the snow dragon suddenly dissipated and melted. After a while, the snow dragon disappeared completely without a trace.

"Yes, I almost forced me to retreat." The middle-aged nodded slightly to Huangfulong, and his eyes flashed a thought-changing look. He was thinking about which of the strongest snow-capped mountains was suitable to guide Huang Xiaolong, this guy, There is a breath of ancient history, I don’t know where the freak comes from.

"Predecessors, do you think that I can practice with my future wife." Huangfu Long touched his head with a thick touch, and there was no such arrogant wildness.

"Your future wife?" The hunter glanced.

"Cough!" Tianchi snow coughed, and his face turned awkward, this bastard.

"Well, Tianchi Xue, my future wife, I want to practice with her." Huangfu Long giggled, let Tianchi Xue have the urge to vomit blood, staring coldly at the guy of Huangfulong, hateful.

"Haha, good, good, just as you wish, you will follow Xiaoxue." Middle-aged smile, also amused by this guy, when Tianchi Xue became his future wife, how to even their Tianchi People on the snow mountain don't know?

This emperor dragon, interesting, he is also happy to complete this guy, as to whether he can catch up with Tianchi snow, it is necessary to see the Emperor Dragon's ability.

"Thank you for your predecessors." Huang Fulong was particularly excited. He turned and looked at Tianchi Xue with a smug look, and the Tianchi snow almost collapsed.

The hunter’s gaze finally fell on Lin Feng and Tang’s faint body. “She doesn’t seem to be suitable for the assessment.”

"Well, I am alone in the assessment, let her join me, what do seniors think?" Lin Feng said.

"No problem, then come on." The middle-aged nodded to Lin Feng. Among these people, Lin Fengxiu was a partial, but it was the coldest person. There seemed to be a temperament in the body.

I don't know how Lin Feng's strength is.

Lin Feng stood up and stepped out slowly. The gentle pace seemed to bring a heavy feeling to the middle-aged brow. Lin Feng’s temperament is different from other people, heavy and sad, as if at any time. Burst out.

"Like them, attack me with your strongest means." The hunter emphasized to Lin Feng.

"Good." Lin Feng nodded, a sword, blood sword out of the sheath, a bloodthirsty gas, blooming in the snow, killing, cold, **** swords in the **** brilliance, as if there is a soul In it, weeping, above the blood sword, dyed the blood of many people.

This time, in order to get a strong teacher to guide the cultivation, Lin Feng, naturally will do his best, therefore, the blood sword is squirted.

The breath of the whole space became serious in the moment when the blood-sucking sword came out of the sheath. It was a little colder. Lin Feng did not regard this as an assessment, but a life and death against the enemy and killing.

Only in this way will he truly go all out from the body and from the heart and use the strongest power. If he only considers it as an assessment, he will not be able to issue the strongest strength.

The hunter's brow was picked. At this moment, he found that he was not like a hunter. Lin Feng was more like a hunter. He held a **** sword and killed himself. He nodded secretly. He was not different from other people. I did not regard this as an assessment, but an enemy.

The cold pupils were so indifferent and staring at him that he was uncomfortable.

The horrible swordsman began to wreak havoc in the void, screaming wildly, and the crowd only felt that the whole body was slightly tight, the breathing became dignified, and the kendo will, rising in madness.

"One heavy, two heavy... Five kendo will." The crowd trembled fiercely. It turned out that Lin Feng, he had five kendo wills, a horrible sword.

A black flame lingered on the **** sword, this flame, attached with a dark color, the color of destruction.

Lin Feng’s whole person has also turned into a sword. People and swords are combined with meaning and sword. People are swords.

"kill!"

Finally, Lin Feng’s mouth spit out a voice, and the sword was raging. After nine days of wind, Lin Feng’s body disappeared from the place. As a sword of blood stabbed, it was assassinated toward the middle age.

The middle-aged pupils slammed for a while, the speed of the wind, the will of the wind.

There are also five kendo wills, so good young people.

"Snow!" The middle-aged screamed, the rolling snow madly gathered, resisting the front, but under the **** sword, it was instantly penetrated, the black flame melted the snow, and the sword seemed to have not received a half point. The effect is still moving forward, fast, this sword is too fast.

The body slipped, the middle-aged step back, and the first time back, Lin Feng’s sword was too fast and too fierce to retreat.

"Give me a stop." The real power of terror is released, the true element of snow, cold, frozen, and frost on the blood sword.

"Oh..." Lin Feng's sword crossed, the flame burst into his destructive power, the snow melted again, Lin Feng's body whirls, the wind's body shape flashes again, and a sword smashes out, the blood of the light It’s so embarrassing.

Lin Feng, he is not in the assessment, is fighting.

"The flame will." The middle-aged whispered, the color of surprise in the eyes became more and more intense, and the old man standing in the distance also showed a smile. He seemed to have already anticipated the scene at the moment. The hunter is the guy. People, very well aware of the strong people in Tianchi, many of the talented young people who entered Tianchi were trained and checked by him, and then sent to the most suitable person to guide.

Although he is not too strong, but his eyes are poisonous, he has been guarding this important level for Tianchi. He has seen countless geniuses, but today, several of them obviously make him quite satisfied.

"Interesting." The palms are caught in the sky, the power of the will of the snow is released, and the smell of snow is crazy toward the sword and Lin Feng. The blood sword is condensed, Lin Feng is also covered with frost and snow, and the hands are frozen. Come.

"Go back!" A force pushed toward Lin Feng's blood sword, and a smile appeared in the middle of the mouth.

"Broken!" The nine-turned Buddha magic blooms, and the frost and snow covered by the body burst.

"Kill!" Lin Feng screamed, murderous, the blood sword released a terrible blood brilliance, as if to kill the middle age.

"Well?" The middle-aged eyes condensed, and the body seemed to blend into the snow, drifting away, and Lin Feng’s sword was empty.

"The wind rises!" Lin Feng's body follows the shape, and the killing of the wind is rolling.

In the middle-aged eyelids, there are flashes of fine awns, all of them are ice and snow, suddenly together, the blood sword is caught in the palm of the hand.

"Sow your hands." The middle-aged drank, the horrible snow of the artistic conception will freeze Lin Feng's sword and hands, and the palm of his hand will be swift, and Lin Feng's sword will be handed.

Lin Feng’s hand did not loosen, and the person also spun with the sword. The horrible flame will bloom again, melting the ice and snow.

"Kill!" The roar of the roaring voice spit out, a terrible sword mang spit out from the blood sword, and immediately came to the hunter.

The hunter's pupil slammed for a while, and the body fluttered toward the side, and the sword stalked from the side.

"Go." The power of terror poured out. Lin Feng’s body was shaken off, and the hunter reached out and copied the black hair that slowly fell with the snow.

Looking at that black hair, middle-aged looked up at Lin Feng, the sword is still in the hands of Lin Feng, sword repair, sword in, people.

Then I looked at the indifferent youth, but suddenly there was a bright smile on the middle-aged face. This is Wu Xiu, the martial artist who he wants to find!