The Sword God of the South

The Sword Science of the Ice River

Because it continues to be scouted by various kinds of sword moves without stopping, finally the two heretical figures inevitably have to serve the White Hair Goddess Jade Ling.

The hooks that gave off white light played out very quickly. Strange moves and feint-filled movements began to be given by him to the Goddess of White Hair.

The big, heavy machete-eyed stick was slashing from right to left, or vice versa. The moves of the two people are very different from the moves in general.

Especially because the weapons they use are also different from most swordsmen in general.

But even so, it is not an obstacle for the Goddess of White Hair to scatter it all out. Although their movements and styles sometimes he can not guess, but the Patuk Persekatan World also always has its own way to deal with it.

The battle between them had already been going on for twenty-five moves. During this time the state of the two misguided figures continue to be in a defensive position. They could not retaliate against the opponent's attacks except just a little.

All saving styles have been held, various kinds of reliable science have also been launched. But who would have thought, all those efforts still provide similar results.

All futile! Their fight was truly fruitless!

The White Hair Goddess smiled coldly. When the two weapons attacked him from two different sides, his body suddenly floated upwards and he circled around a few times.

Along with the movement, the limp sword in his hand also continued to deflect so that there was a loud clash that never stopped.

"The Sword of the Ice River!

Wutt!!!

The White Hair Goddess shouted out loud. As soon as both of his feet again stepped on the ground, suddenly a layer of bone-chilling coldness instantly spread wide into the fighting arena.

The soldiers of the enemy troops shivered instantly from feeling cold. They can't move. Because his bones are so painful.

The two perverted figures that were being faced by the White Hair Goddess also felt the same way. Although it had exerted pure air and deep energy, but the cold was still unable to resist.

Both are pick-me-up characters. In their home country, they rarely find a match. Everyone who faced him would definitely die in terrible conditions.

Who would have thought, the two were taken aback by an old force figure from the Tionggoan martial world in the Song Empire.

They do not know for sure what style is used by the Goddess of White Hair. It's just that the greatness of the inner energy, especially the magic power of air in the style is really terrible.

All my life, I think they've just experienced something like this.

Right now, the Jade Ling White Hair Goddess had started to bring out a series of Ice River Angel Sword Arts moves. Every move made by his sword must have spread a great chill.

His two opponents were getting desperate. They are overwhelmed by this terrible move.

Keep in mind, the Ice River Angel Sword Science is the only mainstay of the Jade Ling White Hair Goddess. Even the reason why his hair turned white, was none other than because he had trained the style to the last level.

"The Goddess Lose Snow Rain!"

Wutt!!!

He shouted out loud. A moment later the White Hair Goddess directly lunged forward. Dozens of stabs he launched at the same time. Thousands of snowflakes were created.

Srett!!!

The White Hair Goddess suddenly made a twisting motion. Along with that his sword was also released. Instantly, the two perverted figures screamed in horror. One breath later they had collapsed on the ground with the neck almost broken.

Fresh blood flowed. Their deaths caused fear in the minds of the surrounding soldiers.

The enemy soldiers who were not strong to withstand the cold, had also been lying on the ground in an unconscious condition. Although not to death, but their faces were very pale. Her lips even turned a bluish color.

After successfully killing the two swordsmen select the match, the White Hair Goddess immediately went from there while carrying the dead body of the General in the battlefield.

That vast meadow, it was currently as if it had changed. The green grass turned blood red. What was scattered there was no longer grass or dry leaves, but soldiers. The soldier who had become a corpse!

Screams of horror still echo. Shouts of pain and shouts that inflame the spirit, sounding mutual.

The heretical flow figures who were on the other side were getting crazier. Their football is terrible. Whoever dares to block his steps, then he will definitely die.

Meanwhile on the other hand, Wind Spear Swordsman Cao Ping was also helping the Song Empire soldiers who were currently being cornered by the enemy.

In front of them were quite a number of soldiers with full weapons. The loud clanking of the clattering of weapons seemed to color their battle.

"The Wind Spear Sweeping the Desert!"

Wutt!!!

He jumped face to face while shaking off his heirloom spear. A great wind blew following the spear's movements and directly threw the enemy soldiers.

In one move, no less than twenty people had fallen victim to it. It could be imagined, how great and high the profound energy possessed by every martial World Grandfather.

Not stopping there alone, the Wind Spear Swordsman also re-launched yet another after-slash. The heirloom spear continued to move incessantly.

The strong wind also continued to blow out every enemy. The most powerful of the series of events was that the Wind Spear Swordsman was able to control his internal power very well.

So that the inner power that creates the wind, only about those who want it. While the soldiers of the Song Empire troops, even though they were behind him, none of them were affected by the tantrum of the martial World Grandfather.

"Yeah!!!"

The Wind Spear Swordsman snapped. His spear was flicked once again. This time he intended to directly kill the remaining soldiers.

Unfortunately, the effort did not work. Because when the spear reached the middle of the road, suddenly there was a golden stick that held back its movement.

The branch!!!

A loud clang rang out as the two hard objects clashed. The buzzing sound felt piercing the eardrum.

The two figures involved felt their hands tingling slightly. Three breaths later, each of them decided to pull his weapon.

"What a very good spear. I'm really amazed," said an old man who had been standing in front of the Wind Spear Swordsman.