092 Ice and Snow Secret

"It's so cold!" The ghost groaned and slapped Beckman. At this time, his hand seemed to be frozen in the ice, and there was no heat. The natural divine power was like a rushing river, constantly washing away the cold air in the blood, which was relieving Beckman's cold fighting spirit.

"Your fist is so hard!" Beckman raised his hand and looked. His palm seemed to have been hammered a few times, not only red and itchy, but also slightly swollen.

"In those years, I taught a set of secret techniques called Ice and Snow God, called Ice and Snow Boundary, and now you can also try it..." Beckman said, clenching his fists and palms with the other, gently waved the cold wind, and even the snow on the ground flew up!

Even the steel fist can't break through Beckman's defense. The ghost can't help sighing at the power of Wu Sheng. Although he still uses the strength of a senior warrior, the tight palm has probably reached the legendary splashing water!

When the ghost's hands were fully restored to consciousness, Beckman had gradually formed a rotating snow ball. The ghost roared, transported the hard power of the golden fist, and punched into the middle of the snow ball. The fists are as hard as two iron fists, and the ghost wants to try how strong Beckman's real kung fu is!

Unfortunately, he really used the wrong strength this time. Although the name of the ice and snow god religion is quite frighten, it really hurts people not with fists, but the bitter coldness brought up with his fists!

As soon as the ghost's fists entered the snow ball, he felt a tingling. Even the steel fist that could break pebbles seemed to fall into the furnace at this time, but the furnace was not hot but extremely cold! The low temperature tightly wrapped the ghost's fist like a mass of fog. Beckman's fist surrounded the ghost's fist several times, and the heat of the ghost's fist was almost completely pulled out by the silk-like cold fist!

There is no feeling except tingling and numbness in the fist! The ghost was so scared that he quickly took back his fist and looked at the white fist. The ghost couldn't help but be afraid of what kind of strange boxing this could form an extremely low temperature environment around him! This is just two fists. If the whole person jumps to Beckman's side and is entangled by him a few more times, the whole person may be frozen into an ice sculpture!

The natural magic power that has just retreated rushed to the blood again. Fortunately, there are still a few thick cedar around them. The natural energy on them is enough to relieve the chill of the ghost's whole body. The natural magic power of this fist and the surrounding cedar was only exchanged, and it was restored to rosity.

"Haha, boy, is there no way?" Beckman said proudly, "In those years, I used this boxing to freeze a black bear a few times. Haha, in this bitter cold place of Riga, this set of boxing can almost be said to be in harmony with heaven!"

"This boxing is really evil, and it can hardly catch up with magic!" The ghost exclaimed, shook his hands vigorously a few times to stimulate the strength of the shaking fist, and roared and punched in again!

Shenwei 7 can use the shock fist to reach a blood-breathing sieve. The ghost believes that the power of this shock must destroy Beckman's cold space! But the ghost has never tried to shock the air, and Beckman simply didn't contact him. The fists just revolved around the ghost's fist, constantly wrapping the cold air around his arm.

A stream of cold air is pulled on the arm like a cold wire, and each time it takes away a little heat. The sleeve of the bear skin seems to be nothing. The ghost's arm is like being exposed to the cold wind, losing heat every second!

The natural divine power deprives the vitality of the surrounding cedar to make up for the loss caused by the cold. Agui and Beckman did not know that during their exciting comparison, the surrounding trees were aging dozens of times faster, and the nature of natural plunder was inadvertently stimulated by Agui. Now he is like a huge The abyss is constantly plundering the surrounding forests.

Even with the binding group of natural magic power, the ghost still did not achieve the purpose of shocking air to break Beckman's boxing style. In fact, the ghost did not know that the route he thought was not wrong, but such a high-level technology is difficult for even legendary warriors to achieve.

"No, no..." The ghost shook his head and retreated to one side, stuffed his arm that was almost frozen into a popsicle into his arms and quickly rubbed it. Beckman's cold air almost indiscriminately attacked, and the ordinary fists and feet can still stop it, but this is almost pervasive cold. Let him wrap himself all up, or a I can't resist.

Beckman stopped with a smile. The snow under his feet did not melt, but froze into a hard ice shell!

How's it going? Do you want to take it?" Beckman gently rubbed off the frost on his hand and looked at the ghost holding his arm and smiled: "Don't shrink your arm. It's better to take it out and rub it with snow."

A ghost rolled up his sleeves to reveal his arms, grabbed the snow and rubbed it hard on his arms. When the snow turned into snow and remained along his arms, his frozen arm was finally recovering.

"For the time being, I really didn't think of any good way to crack your ice and snow secrets. Next time you use it again, I may consider turning around and running away." As the ghost spoke, he began to trample on the snow. The cedar fell so much snow that it was enough to build a snow house.

"This is a secret art handed down by the Ice and Snow God Religion. There is almost no way to crack it if it is used in the ice and snow of the north," Beckman smiled and lived with the ghost. "But this kind of secret art is too limited by the environment. If you go to the south, it won't have such a good effect."

Agui pulled out the ranger knife from the wood crystal core and began to cut snow bricks. He suddenly recalled the battle just now and asked doubtfully, "I once wanted to smash your frozen space with my fist, but this cold can't be dispelled. How did you do it?"

"Spiritual power, I use spiritual power to gather these cold air and constantly absorb more cold air around me..." Beckman glanced at the ghost and asked, "Don't tell me that you don't know spiritual power. Integrating spiritual power into boxing is a necessary way to become a legendary warrior."

"Spiritual power?" The ghost suddenly realized, "I said that your secret art is very similar to magic. It turns out that you are mixed with spiritual power in the cold!"

Beckman's words are like opening a new door for the ghost. The ghost can use his spiritual power, and even use his spiritual power to gather fire elements and gold elements to simply manipulate them, but he has never tried to drive his boxing power. Think about it carefully, there is indeed spiritual power in many of the boxing techniques taught by Shenwei 7 Traces.

"Haha, by the way, you can play flame magic, and you must understand spiritual power." Beckman stood aside and smiled and said, "What you know is also quite miscellaneous. You can assassinate, fight, latent, and those strange boxing and magic. Who taught you monsters?"

"I have several teachers," Agui laughed and said, "You are also my teacher. Look, I learned from you to build a snow house."

"Well, although learning is very interesting, it is not easy to form his own style. A samurai must have his own style and extract the essence from all skills to build his own things. This is the real way to rise the level."

As soon as the ghost heard this, he immediately became happy: "I really think so, but I know too many things and too messy, and almost every one is self-contained, so it takes time to integrate them."

"Ha ha, it's not so easy to become a master. It takes a lot of energy and time." Beckman saw himself from the ghost. When he was righteous, if his wife hadn't reminded him, he would have been foolishly fooling with the senior warrior.

When it was dark, the ghost and Beckman had hidden in the snow house to rest. The two of them were holding an altar of spirits with a wooden crystal core. The ghost was like an active warehouse.

"You built a good snow house..." Beckman evaluated the ghost's first snow house with the eyes of an expert. "With this technology, you will not be afraid of camping in Riga in the future..."

Beckman and the ghost touched the wine jar as a celebration, and then took a big sip, "Good wine, this is strong enough! I haven't been to the grassland for many years. Thinking about the beautiful grassland where cattle and sheep are blowing, it's really a good place.