Chapter 305 Domineering Emperor!

"The Emperor of War..." Fengyun Wuji's pupils shrank, and his eyes were full of cold electricity.

In the distance, who is not the War Emperor? After the War Emperor, more than a dozen war masters in white robes stood with their hands behind their backs, divided into two rows, and followed by the Emperor of War.

Ah!

Several exclamations came. Feng Yun Wuji turned his head and saw the front. Where the ice and snow area expanded, a knife field warrior in the front row was completely turned into ice. Without moving, he was instantly sealed by a layer of transparent ice. The expression on his face was still fresh, but the divine consciousness swept over, and in the body, the breath Dissipate.

"From today on, the world is our warriors! ..." The War Emperor shook his sleeves and stood with his hands behind his hands, calm, and extremely majestic: "Here, everyone has to submit to me, and no one can escape...!!"

After saying that, the Emperor of War waved his big sleeve, and thousands of cold lights burst out of his sleeve, rose to the sky and split into the knife field!

"If you are injured late, retreat quickly!" A strong sense of crisis came, and Fengyun Wuji shouted at the late injury and others.

In a short period of time, the temperature around fell again. With the War Emperor as the center, a piece of ice and snow belt spread rapidly towards the surroundings. Wherever it passed, the earth was frozen, and the sound of icing and icing was continuous.

Where the cold air passes, even the clouds are frozen. This is the ice and snow that cuts off all vitality. It is the most vital and tenacious barren grass. After the ice and snow, it also instantly freezes and breaks...

"Quick! ..." Fengyun Wuji's face changed dramatically. This blow has made Fengyun Wuji fully feel the power of the Emperor of War. This blow made Fengyun Wuji can't help but sink in his heart:

"The knife domain is over!"

An ordinary cut, the power shown in the hands of the Emperor of War is no different from the power of heaven and earth. In front of the great power displayed by heaven and earth, the manpower is small.

The frost-white breath turned into a cold beam of light, shooting out in all directions. At first, the expansion speed was not fast, but later it became faster and faster.

At such a speed, no one in the knife field will survive!

During the turn, Fengyun Wuji had an idea in his mind. When he thought of it, he did it. His body turned, and at the same time, a huge force burst out of Fengyun Wuji's body. not far away, a huge arc of sword mark appeared on the ground in front of the golden armor. Then the strong wind rose, and Lift it up, go to the distance, throw it away...

After feeling the familiar breath, everyone gave up resistance and followed the force and soared into the air at a streamer-like speed...

Fengyun Wuji just brushed all the golden armors and accelerated away. After him, a cold that had never been felt flashed over his head like lightning. Then, his body could no longer move, and his brain seemed to lose control of his body.

Feng Yun Wuji watched his whole body quickly covered by a thick layer of ice, and his body became colder and colder. In a blink of an eye, everything in front of him became blurred and distorted...

One blow, just one blow, all the soldiers in the whole knife field were frozen, and even some of the golden armorers who had already soared into the air were caught up by part of the cold, turned into ice sculptures, fell from the air, and fell into powder...

This is a world of ice and snow, with many lifelike ice sculptures. The sky is full of snow, and the ground and a few breaths have accumulated thicker snow. Between heaven and earth, the cold wind roars, which is the sound of ice to the bone.

Shasha!!

The sound of stepping in the snow came from far to near. The Emperor of War, dressed in an imperial robe, came over casually. His feet were like clouds and flowing water, as if slowly but fast. In the blink of an eye, he had gone to the battlefield.

His eyes swept over the ground, and the body of a war clan formed a wheel shape, and his face changed slightly.

A sharp eye swept through the void, and then fixed, stepped out step by step, over the huge wheel, the sleeve robe shook, and an unparalleled force rushed to the sky and brushed the whole space. The originally empty void gradually appeared a shadow after another. It was a space connected to each other. In each space, It's all shadowy, a space, a world, a reincarnation...

The Emperor of War stepped into the void, and Junli's eyes swept somewhere in the void, and then stepped out leisurely. After a few steps, his right foot fell out, and the void under his feet twisted and changed. The next moment, the Emperor of War had disappeared...

In that group of eagles, Fengyun Wuji can't say anything and can't move, but he still maintains his mind. His eyes pass through the thick ice frozen by the thick half of his body, betting on the void. In the vague influence of Fengyun Wuji's void, he saw the emperor of war in an imperial robe At the intersection of space, dressed in white, Jun Qianshang, who looked indifferent, hung above and hung under a huge wheel...

A ripple spreads in the void, the ripples pass, the space is like being smoothed, and all the shadows that appear have disappeared...

There is silence between heaven and earth. In the distance, with the arrival of the War Emperor, more than a dozen war masters stood quietly in the thick wind and clouds, only the wind

The sound of the earth...

After reaching hundreds of thousands of years in ancient times, Fengyun Wuji thought that he would never feel cold or hot again. As for this absolute cold, he never thought about it.

The warriors practice cold internal skills, which is no longer a secret, but Fengyun Wuji did not expect that the cold internal skills practiced by the War Emperor actually reached this realm. Even if it is the field space of the heart of war, the cold level there is not as strong as the War Emperor's battle...

One knife, just one knife, the whole knife field becomes more like a snow field than the snow field. In the breath of heavy snow, it piled up to the depth of the lower abdomen. The end of the snow was blown up by the roaring wind, mixed with the dense snow falling from the sky, and fluttered between heaven and earth one after another...

The heavy snow fell on tens of thousands of swordsman and other frozen people. The snow was getting higher and higher, and some of the injured who were half squatting on the ground had already been covered by snow. Most of these people could not stand the cold. At the moment of being frozen, they had lost their lives...

A cold and numb feeling stimulated the soul, but Feng Yun Wuji's mind was surprisingly sober, but even he did not know how long this sobriety could last.

"I can do it, I can definitely do it..." Fengyun Wuji always maintained a trace of obsession in his mind. It was this trace of obsession that kept his mind awake: "My dream has not yet come true. I shouldn't have died here, I shouldn't... shouldn't!"

Fengyun Wuji roared, but this did not come from the unwillingness of the soul. It could only reverber in the sea of consciousness, but it could not break through the blockade of the ice. This cold air couldn't help freezing Fengyun Wuji's body and freezing the true qi in his body.

Fengyun Wuji forcibly dispersed the feeling of numbness with his will, and became a very weak divine consciousness swept through the body: the meridians are frozen, the blood is frozen, and the internal organs are frozen. All the traces indicate that this body is dead, or it is not far from death.

Fengyun Wuji's continuous taste drives the frozen Zhenqi, but the result is very disappointing. As time goes by, the mind can no longer maintain the initial calm. Coldness gradually penetrates into the soul...

In a trance, Fengyun Wuji seemed to feel a trace of relatively weak Zhenqi in the corner of Dantian. This trace of Zhenqi did not freeze, but in the feeling, the Zhenqi was the same cold--

"The ice is really angry!" Fengyun Wuji instinctively crossed this idea in his mind, and then everything fell into a muddle. In the muddle, in Fengyun Wuji's body, a trace of cold true qi is like a trickle, flowing in the body, constantly thawing those meridians and true qi...

Boom!

In the void a hundred feet from the ground, there was a sudden loud noise, and then a circle of violent white air flowed out of the surroundings, and huge space cracks floated into the void with silver lightning.

In the center of the shot, the translucent, gray shadows between liquid and gaseous states twisted, appeared from the void, and then shot out of the body of a war clan on the ground, instantly sinking into the body...

Boom!

Another loud noise, a blue thin shadow slanted out of the cracks in the space. The figure opened his mouth and spewed out a pillar of blood in the air, snorted and fell into the thick snow...

"Jun Qianshang, I've already said that you are not my opponent..." The figure of the emperor of war appeared at several huge space cracks**, with his hands behind his hands behind him, and his wide sleeves swayed with his steps: "Your reincarnation field can't trap me... The way of reincarnation is so mysterious, I can't, you can't..."

Snowflakes splashed, and the figure that had fallen to the ground before was not Jun Qianshang or who. His lips were stained with blood and soaked his clothes. Jun Qianshang opened his mouth and was about to speak. Wow, another mouth of blood spit out...

The Emperor of War stepped down obliquely from the air, his eyes were like electricity, and he looked down on Jun Qianshang coldly: "After today, when our war clan unified the world, the demon realm has been destroyed, the sword domain has also been destroyed, the witch clan has sent people to declare submission, and the snow field no longer exists. The Question mark What's your choice?"

Bang!

A crisp sound, from the ice and snow, a figure broke out of the ice and flew out like lightning. Where the body passed, it left a clear shadow in the air. With both hands, he hugged Jun Qianshang, who had been seriously injured, and shot out to the east...

This change was obviously beyond the expectation of war. His face sank, and the Emperor of War shouted coldly, "Where to go!"

The right hand finger is like a knife, which is cut off with a knife. In the void in front of him, the snow of more than ten feet is automatically separated to both sides, revealing a road dozens of feet wide. Above the extended 'road', the unparalleled cold air shot out in the shape of a fan, chasing the wind and clouds driving