Chapter 13 Chi Yaohan

The rapidly falling temperature made Qi Yun excited. He opened his eyes and only saw a burst of light in front of him.

"Plap,,"

A burst of golden songs sounded one after another, and only a woman in white was seen stepping on the snow from mid-air. It's as bright and touching as a nine-day fairy, but the snow petals are flying all over the body, and the willow eyebrows stand up and stare at the man in black. It seems solemn and inviolable.

"Is this a fairy? Mom, I'm saved."

After losing his mind for a while, Qi Yun was overjoyed. Regardless of looking at the jade face of the beauty in front of him, he hurriedly accelerated the refining of the poison of ice and fire in his body. If you can't take the opportunity to refine the poison of ice and fire, you can only wait until all your meridians recover. He doesn't want to be poisoned all the time. Maybe it's not fun to be able to suppress it one day.

"Ice Soul Xuanguang Sword. You are Chi Yaohan, the boxer.

The man in black stared at the woman in white who suddenly appeared and said hatefully. He was extremely dissatisfied with interrupting himself and killing Qi Yun.

"It's embarrassing for you to attack an ordinary disciple with a soul-killing knife."

Chi Yao opened his teeth gently. Although his voice was cold, it sounded extremely crisp. Qi Yun, who was refining the poison of ice and fire, also woke up and looked at the jade man like a fairy in the moon palace.

"Chi Yaohan, he turned out to be a true disciple of the Boxing Sect."

Looking at the cold jade man in front of him, a strange feeling appeared in Qi Yun's heart. I'm infatuated with this cold senior sister.

"Maybe this is what we call love at first sight. What's more, she saved me again. It seems that I will never forget it in my life.

Qi Yun thought to himself that a small face turned slightly red.

"Bah, how can I not think about it. My senior sister saved my life, who is my savior, and I should repay it in the future. I can't have this kind of thought anymore."

Qi Yun complained to himself. Thinking of his current physical condition, he sighed helplessly.

"Maybe when I become a superior person, I will be worthy of my senior sister."

Qi Yun is thinking nonsense here, but Chi Yaohan and the soul-killing knife over there are not idle, and the two fought for a while.

After all, this soul-killing knife is the cultivation of the nine major disasters of the martial artist, and Chi Yaohan is just the realm of the eight-fold divine transformation of the martial artist. However, the ice soul Xuanguang sword cultivated by Chi Yaohan is an ancient unique skill, which is more powerful than the five magic skills of the boxing sect. For a time, it is comparable to that of the soul-killing knife.

I saw the two people flying around like flowers and butterflies. A black knife shadow and a pure white sword shadow kept colliding, and the broken wood around them flew around them, and the dust flew.

"The ice soul Xuanguang Sword really lives up to its reputation. Look at my soul-killing knife."

After a struggle, the soul-killing knife suddenly shouted and retreated out, standing in the void. The words fell, and the unparalleled knife gas gathered around him into a thick black cloud, and a cold and tyrannical knife floated out of his body and merged into the black clouds in front of him. It suddenly turned into a giant black knife ten meters long. The knife was like a creature. The endless sound of ghost crying and wolf roar came from the surface of the knife. The surrounding air was cold and terrible, and it turned into skeleton demons one by one, which looked horrible.

This is the real power of the soul-killing knife, arousing the deep fear in people's hearts and showing the horror of the nine hells. The boundless coldness makes people fall into the ice cave, and their hair stands upright. Just now, the man in black and Qi Yun used this real soul-killing knife. At this moment, even if Qi Yun's will is firm, he will become mentally abnormal and beheaded by him.

"Hmm, ghost tricks. How can it damage my road?

In the face of such a cold and horrible atmosphere, even Qi Yun in the distance has a burst of nausea and twitching. Chi Yaohan was not affected at all. Between the dancing of his hands, the air gathered around him. Pieces of snow appeared out of thin air in the space within a radius of ten meters. These snowflakes are crystal clear, and each one has six petals. He kept flying and hovering and gathered into a crystal clear ice sword, stabbing the soul-killing knife.

This sword is extremely fast, but it has arrived in front of you in the blink of an eye. Easily cut off the thick black fog around the soul-killing knife and stabbed the soul-killing knife in the middle. The boundless cold spread, and snowflakes fell in the black fog. The huge knife shadow containing the spirit of the soul-killing knife in the center actually emitted a trace of tremor, a timid tremor.

"How is this possible? My knife, my knife."

The surprised voice of the soul-killing knife had not yet fallen, and the huge knife shadow in front of him slowly cracked.

Known as a place of knife meaning, the endless knife meaning of the world's martial arts was actually cracked by Chi Yaohan's ice soul Xuanguang sword, but it just broke the knife spirit of the myth in the knife. What is the power of this ice soul Xuanguang sword? It is powerful and unparalleled.

"Well, the famous soul-killing knife in the mainland is nothing more than that. You can stay today."

Chi Yaohan smashed the knife of the soul-killing knife at once, let alone stopped. He stepped out step by step, and had already taken dozens of meters away. All of a sudden, she appeared in front of the soul-killing knife, her hands were clenched into fists, and a glittering cold trap appeared in her hand. With one punch, he took the head of the soul-killing knife.

The cultivation reached the realm of Chi Yaohan, with a punch, which seemed to be casual. But it is unavoidable. Even the soul-killing knife with a higher level of cultivation is frightened.

"Hanbing destroys the world."

The soul-killing knife gritted his teeth and said that Chi Yaohan did it without mercy at all. It was actually more straightforward than his demon. However, after all, the soul-killing knife is a person who has lived for half a life. Naturally, it will not be without a trace of life-saving means. Previously, the true qi was absorbed by Qi Yun, but in the later fight, there is not much left of the true qi. I couldn't avoid it, and a wry smile flashed at the corners of my eyes. He immediately carried out all his strength and gathered into a black fog to meet Chi Yaohan's fist.

"It's just a dying struggle."

Seeing that the soul-killing knife was forced into a desperate situation by herself, Chi Yaohan no longer doubted it and punched all her strength on the black fog in front of her. When the fist pierced the black fog, the fog suddenly cracked, and a smile finally appeared on the face of the soul-killing knife.

"Ah, you cheat."

At the moment when Chi Yaohan's fist pierced the black fog, a cold air soaked in the bone marrow penetrated into the body along the arm. It's not good to shout. I know that this must be a poison with a soul-killing knife. It's just that at this moment, it's too late for the arm to be poisoned, shouting and falling down unwillingly.

"Hahaha, now I know it's too late. This corpse worm poison will not stay as soon as it enters the body until it completely corrodes your meridians and devours your heart. Do you feel that your body is cold and unbearable now? Don't bother. The more the poison of this corpse worm is suppressed, the more powerful it is, and it will only make you die faster.

The soul-killing knife laughed and approached Chi Yaohan step by step. He was careful, afraid that Chi Yaohan would give him a desperate blow.

"Despicable,"

Chi Yaohan cursed angrily, but he cried in his heart. I didn't expect that I would be poisoned for a moment, and this toxicity is the same as that said by the soul-killing knife. It seems that it is difficult to escape death today. He struggled with all his strength and jumped up suddenly, punched the soul-killing knife, and took it straight to the forehead. It's just that the fist is in the air, and the whole body is weak. It was swept away by the soul-killing knife and flew out, just falling on Qi Yun.

"Oh, mom, it hurts me so much."

At this moment, Qi Yun has completely refined the poison of ice and fire with the help of absorbing the true qi of the soul-killing knife in his body. Seeing that Chi Yaohan was plotted by the soul-killing knife, he was anxious. But it was hit by Chi Yaohan. Although his body was in pain, he felt it was worth it when he saw Chi Yaohan. Unexpectedly, he giggled.

"You, this person will be stupid. I can't beat him, you, run, run."

Seeing the soul-killing knife approaching step by step, a face is horrible and disgusting. A pair of triangular eyes stared at themselves with a trace of light, and Chi Yaohan said to Qi Yun with difficulty.

"Ah, sister, are you all right?"

Only then did Qi Yun react. Looking at Chi Yao's weak face, he suddenly felt very sad. He couldn't help biting a wound on his wrist, and suddenly a trace of blood came out.

"What are you doing? Hurry up, run, run."

Suddenly hearing Qi Yun call his senior sister, Chi Yaohan was obviously stunned. However, thinking that this is near the Boxing Sect, it is naturally normal for Qi Yun to be a disciple of the Boxing Sect. But when he saw Qi Yun's next move, he was even more shocked and shouted in surprise. Without waiting for him to finish his words, Qi Yun pressed his bloody arm on Chi Yaohan's mouth.

Feeling Qi Yun's warm body temperature and the faint smell of blood on the corners of his mouth, Chi Yaohan struggled to push it away. But his body is weak and his strength is not enough, so it is difficult to push it away.

"Drink it if you want to detoxify."

Seeing Chi Yaohan's eyes staring at the boss, he was obviously unwilling. Qi Yun suddenly picked up Chi Yaohan's head and pressed it on his arm, and said directly.

When this voice fell, Chi Yaohan was not struggling, but still stared at a pair of eyes, allowing the blood in his mouth to flow into his abdomen.