Beauty's personal servant

This cold current is cold to the bone.

Where we passed, flowers, trees, earth and stones were frozen into ice crystals. In an instant, this area with warm flowers in spring turned into frozen soil.

He looked at the cold current rolling in horror, and his bloody eyes showed a little fear for the first time.

The cold current from the gourd can freeze even the strong ones in the middle of Tianxian. What's more, it's a little dry bird that has just broken through to the early days of Tianxian?

"Roar -"

He roared furiously, his mouth suddenly opened, and a blood mist was spewed out by him desperately.

This blood fog is the essence of blood that he absorbed in the days of his master's blood purification. He was made into a corpse blood mist, and his power was also good.

The blood mist met the cold current and hit the latter hard.

Suddenly, the two energies launched a tug of war. Even though the cold current is powerful and kills everything, it can't break through the blood fog for a while. However, the blood mist is obviously inferior to the cold current in quality. In the long run, it won't take much time to be completely annihilated by the cold current.

Chen Feng looked at all this in front of him and moved in his heart.

Why don't they get out of heaven while they both start sawing?

When his heart moved, Chen Feng's steps moved back slowly.

However, before he took a few steps, a strong sense of crisis hit his heart.

Chen Feng felt cold all over his body and a piece of frost condensed between his limbs.

This pressure is exactly where Han Fei's field is. Although Han Fei's field is not as powerful as duanmuge's field, it is also a strong one in the realm of immortals. It is more than enough to kill a friar who can't even reach heaven.

"Chen Feng, why hurry? It's better to watch me kill demons and demons. If you are convinced by my unique demeanor, you may be willing to worship my ice sect. " Han Fei's voice sounded gently, with a sense of lightness and lightness.

"Damn it, Han Fei didn't do his best at all. He still had the spare energy to pay attention to my life and death! Damn it! " Chen Feng's heart sank, his mind moved, and he thought about the Countermeasures: "I'd better make a false promise first, and then look for opportunities."

The next moment, Chen Feng smiled on his face, simply relaxed his body and let Han Fei's field press himself down.

"Hey, hey, don't go. I can't go anyway. It's a big deal to join you, bingzong." Chen Feng grinned in a helpless tone.

"That's about the same." Han Fei felt a little relaxed, and the field recovered 90%, so that Chen Feng could barely sit up.

"Oh, anyway, I want to enter your ice sect. If I get closer, I can see the battle more clearly. Seeing the heroic posture of the sect leader, I can persuade myself to join the ice sect." While talking, Chen Feng stood up hard.

His face was calm. His face was red because of his strength, and his forehead was exposed, just like a posture of doing his best.

Then, Chen Feng clenched his teeth and dragged his steps step by step. He didn't stop until he was 100 meters away from Hanfei. Then he sat down on the ground and gasped, as if his strength had been exhausted by a series of actions just now.

Han Fei's eyes didn't look at Chen Feng from beginning to end, but a wisp of immortal knowledge always locked Chen Feng. If Chen Feng wants to escape, he will immediately distinguish this immortal knowledge and control the immortal sword to attack and kill Chen Feng in an instant. With his immortal strength, even if Chen Feng's combat power is strong, he can't escape.

However, seeing that Chen Feng not only did not try to escape, but had a heart of abandoning the secret and turning to the bright, his heart was also relaxed, and he immediately received 90% of the threat of the field.

In his opinion, 10% of the field is enough to make Chen Feng unable to move. What's more, although he can easily fight with drought, if the field is completely targeted at Chen Feng, he will inevitably be tied up.

Sure enough, as he expected, Chen Feng's series of actions were enough to show that Chen Feng still could not resist his own field. He was exhausted only by walking a few steps in the field. This state made Han Fei very satisfied. As for the bottom of his heart, he doesn't care whether Chen Feng is far or near from him. It's just a little guy who can't find immortals. How can it threaten him.

"Roar -"

The drought owl roared again and again, and the blood gas from his mouth became thinner and thinner.

In the gourd of Hanfei, the cold current is still full, and there is no sign of attenuation at all.

Chen Feng fell to the ground panting. His eyes were full of worship, looking at Han Fei. Did he wave the flag and shout for a while: "the patriarch is powerful!"

"Roar -"

Finally, the blood mist in the mouth of the drought dog suddenly smothered, and the next moment suddenly relaxed without a trace.

"Is it at last?" With a cold smile, Han Fei suddenly ran a fairy yuan into the gourd.

Suddenly, the cold air gushing from the gourd became more and more amazing and bumped violently towards the drought.

At the same time, Han Fei attached himself to a fairy level flying sword. The sword moved with him. In the twinkling of an eye, it crossed the distance of space. The cold light was a little, and stabbed hard at the heart of the drought.

"It seems that the dryland is coming to an end." Chen Feng sighed in his heart: "next, I want to think about how to run for my life."

"EH -"

Chen Feng's eyebrows suddenly jumped and looked at the dry bird's blood red eyes, showing a knowing smile.

"It's going to pit people again. It's really a pit of goods!"

I saw that there was a thick mockery hidden in the depths of panic in his bloody eyes. This ridicule is very hidden. If Chen Feng didn't have a spirit, his mind would be thousands of times more transparent than ordinary people, he might not be able to find it.

"But after all, there is a big gap between the two. What's more, Han Fei, as the leader of the ice sect, has more profound background than him. It's still a question whether this drought can kill Hanfei! " Chen Feng thought in his heart, but his eyes revealed a divine light.

"Pimple -"

The body of the dry dog was washed by the cold current and suddenly turned into a glittering ice lump, emitting glittering blue light under the sunlight.

At the next moment, a little cold awn suddenly came, and the immortal flying sword accidentally broke through the ice and stabbed at the heart of the Dryad accurately.

"Just a ghost, die!" Han Fei's face was ferocious, and his flying sword stabbed out with great strength.

However, the next moment, Han Fei's face suddenly changed. His immortal flying sword was almost bent into a 90 degree right angle, but it could not pierce the Dryad's skin anyway.

Before he could react, he just heard a clang, and the thick ice layer wrapped around the body burst and flew around.

With these broken ice flying out, and the dryland is like the claw of a dagger!

The dryland finally fought back!