, Like the frost in winter, the icy ground three feet away. In front of the sword, there seemed to be a puff of snow scattered, and the white blade seemed to have a layer of cold ice condensing slightly. Under the red light of the sky, it is like a transparent prism.

The man took a step to the left, his shape changed, and his sword quickly slashed towards Ye Hao's right rib. The sword was like hail, the spirit of the sword was like a thunderstorm, and Lang Lang was broken. Ye Hao stepped back, burning sky, holding a powerful sword in his hand, suddenly hit the head, the two swords intersected, suddenly a bright light suddenly opened.

Ye Hao was good at fast attacking swordsmen, but he didn't expect to encounter similar opponents. In this small space, only two swords collided violently, and sparks splashed out. Sen Yehao broke through the sky and stabbed the man behind with a sword. The man turned around, and his toes jumped out of the blade of the burning sword, which stabbed out of the air, and then stood up again. A gust of wind blew the Snow White's sword and fell from the sky.

Once Ye Haoyi froze with each other, and the two of them turned into silence from the rush of movement.

After a while, Ye Haojianfeng saw a slight side, forming a vertical flying shape under a fierce pedal foot. The man also fell, and the two blades were entangled and sparks flickered. At the moment when the body shapes of the two people interlaced, almost at the same time, the two hands touched each other, and the body shape of each hand retreated 10 steps.

The blade on it was still very clean, but the blade of Snow White had a little more red light. Ye Hao glanced at his chest, and there was a long blood stain, which was also a layer of frost.

"The sword is as frost, and the cold is as ice. It's really a good sword!" Ye Hao said, "You dare to ask your life."

"I don't have a name, and you don't need to know." The man was cold again. "From today's perspective, we will wait and see whether the faint snow can hit the burning sky."

Ye Hao was surprised. "You can't see the sky?" What is the name of this sword? "

The man said: "I hope you have a sword, not burning the sky." The cold sword snowed, and the inflamed sword burned the sky. Just burn the sky with more wishes, melt the snow, burn more snow with the ice dragon snow. "

Ye Hao nodded, seeming to understand something in his heart. Indeed, the burning of the sky and the faint snow will resonate, because it is made by a furnace, cast by a person. Complementing with the cold and heat of sex, the two knives have reunited for more than ten thousand years, no matter how they can't resonate.

"There is no need to kill each other, because burning snow in the sky is a source of pulse." Ye Hao stood with a sword and said eloquently.

But the man’s snow did not fall in his sheath. He said, “Why is the knife in my heart, and why is it in my heart?” I was ordered to guard this aircraft building and blocked an aircraft that did not belong to that aircraft. Of gas. Even the hot swordsman is no exception. "

Ye Hao said: "I came here to become a spiritual world. Believe it or not, the following works are definitely worthy of this ancient sword."

"Right or wrong, I can't judge. If you want to pass my pass, you must ask about the snow in my hand."

Ye Hao lamented, it seemed that the battle with this person was unavoidable after all. The red sword on his back suddenly appeared. The spirit of the body is also accumulating rapidly.

"Then offend, Snow Swordsman!"

With Ye Hao’s figure, the burning sky sword aura suddenly rose, a long sword rose, and the red light immediately dissipated. The figure of the person flashed quickly, and the red sword aura suddenly brushed against the person’s skirt, leaving behind on the wall. A crack was opened, leaving a long groove.