Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

"Uh, little knife, why are you staring at the old man with such indecent eyes?"

Dao Feng withdrew his eyes and curled his lips, and said indifferently: "Old man, don't be too sentimental. Is my slap a confession? I just want to shatter the frost that has condensed on my face."

"Uh, this little knife, how does it feel to absorb the Ice Spirit Crystal?"

Knowing that Meteorite was changing the subject, Dao Feng got up to clean up the frost on his body and said: "It's not bad, but the portion is less and the chill is a bit heavier."

"It's normal, but you should recover your body first, after all, the injury is serious."

Dao Feng shook his head: "No need, I used part of the energy to repair my body just now, and now my body is almost recovered, we are ready to go."

While speaking, he flicked his hand casually, and a soul jade just made by Lingshi was inserted into the ice wall.

"Here, little knife, are you going to go out first? And this will consume a lot of your mental power." Seeing Dao Feng's actions, Meteor guessed Dao Feng's plan.

"The situation has changed, this piece of soul jade does not consume my spiritual power."

After Dao Feng finished speaking, he jumped up and walked out of the cave.

Meteor glanced suspiciously at the soul card inserted in the ice wall, feeling confused, huh?

what happened?

What nonsense is this kid talking about? !

How can there be a positioning soul card that doesn't consume mental power? !

However, since the blade has done this, it will definitely not affect its combat power.

Meteor stared at the Ice Spirit Sky Crystal that was sucked dry by the blade and thrown aside.

Could it be it?

"Old man, what are you dawdling about? If you don't speak up again, I will leave by myself."

"Oh! Here we come!"

After the battle just now, the blade no longer dared to float.

It's better to fight steadily in this dangerous place

"The position is shifted, turn thirty degrees to the left."

Mo Nian's indifferent voice sounded in Dao Feng's mind.

"Just project the coordinates into my mind, Mr. Mo!"

Blade reluctantly opened his mouth.

"I really like to see you want to hack me to death but you can't do anything about it, so I'm sorry."

This flat and unwavering voice really pissed off Daofeng.

If it weren't for the little punches not being hard enough now, he would have smashed that bastard's teeth in the soul space!

In the empty soul space, Mo Nian slowly filled the glass with wine, took a sip gracefully, very comfortable

Three days passed in a hurry.

"If you have the ability to fly up and bite me!"

in the valley.

A birdman is aggressively provoking a spirit beast named Beilocust below at an altitude of tens of meters.

I don't know if it's due to the terrain, but the wind and snow here is more than a star and a half smaller than other places, and the visibility is extremely high!

Today, another blind-eyed cutie sneaked up on him and stabbed someone.

But it was useless!

Because he can fly! !

Hahaha!

However, Dao Feng, who was laughing with his hips on his back, was dumbfounded the next moment.

Do not!wrong!Its chubby appearance shouldn't be able to fly! !

"Small knife! Stop playing, run away!"

Meteor star forced back the [-]-year-old Northern Locust with a sword, hanging beside the blade and urging.

He feels aggrieved!If it weren't for the damn law of obliteration still staring at him, he could have wiped out this weak little bug with just a blow, but he was forced to run away at this moment!

It's really shameful to throw it at grandma's house!

The blade does not delay, soul power is precious, although the distribution of soul beasts in the extreme north is sparse, there are no poor little ones under [-] years old at all!

Extremely dangerous.

However, running is a skill, and the skill required to run away in front of a [-]-year-old soul beast capable of flying is not ordinary.

However, the blade is not afraid at all!

Because it has a wealth of experience in evacuating the battlefield, what can the little [-]-year-old soul beast do to him?

A series of flamboyant first swords descended condescendingly, and the swords were all white.