Chapter 157： Ice Sword

Eighty-three supernatural powers gathered together, and Yang Ming could feel his spirit at this moment, the more transparent and refined.

There was a slight movement of the spirit, and all the movements in the surrounding area, dozens of miles, were all reflected in my mind, like a palm pattern, very clear.

The cultivation of supernatural powers is the constant tempering of the spirit, getting stronger and stronger.

At this moment, there was a sound of detailed discussion all around, which came into my mind...

"Is this from the Great Xia Dynasty, the legendary man slaughtered the five cities of Yang? It is hard to imagine that he is so young. No wonder the many talents of the Baicao Chamber of Commerce don't put him in the eyes. How powerful it can be, but they were wrong. The horror of Yang Wucheng is really terrifying."

"Although they died because of this, this matter is not over yet. Whether it is Long Aotian or Gu Beicheng, they represent only the younger generation of the major forces. These people belong to the future family. The man at the helm, now being killed by Yang Wucheng, how can he give up, Yang Wucheng does not leave immediately, but stays here and waits. That is arrogant and dazzled."

"Yes, how can these young talents represent the strength of the major families? Their true strength is ten times more terrifying!"

"Yang Wucheng continues to stay here and wait. It is a dementia, and he is looking for death by himself!"

"Young and energetic, thinking that he is invincible, but in the end, I realized that I was wrong!"

"When the real masters of the major forces come, he will know that he is nothing more than that."

A burst of discussions and sighs came over. Although they spread far away, Yang Ming still heard clearly.

"Is it?"

A sneer suddenly appeared on Yang Ming's face!

At this moment, suddenly a light like a sword of snow penetrated the sky and came across!

The sound of "Wh" suddenly penetrated the time and space around him!

In the air, the air was so cold that it was almost cut apart!

And Yang Ming survived because of dodge in time!

"Who?"

Yang Ming's eyes widened, and he suddenly saw a white figure, holding a flying sword, and landing!

This is a fourteen or five year old boy!

He is dressed in white clothes and wins snow, with white hair, a face like a god, and extremely cold!

"Die!"

The white-clothed young man ignored Yang Ming at all, stabbed with a sword, like a flying fairy from the sky!

The sword light is like a waterfall, and the cold air blasts out from the flying sword, and in a blink of an eye, it turns a ten-mile radius of the world into an ice-bound space, and Yang Ming is to be ice-bound here!

Suddenly, a layer of ice crystal appeared around Yang Ming!

All of a sudden it was frozen!

"Let you see my flying fairy sword technique!"

The white-clothed boy sneered and said, the whole person and the flying sword merged into one, violently piercing through!

At this moment, Yang Ming opened the ice layer instantly, mana fluctuated, the ice-covered space within a radius of ten miles, the ice layer continued to burst and burst, facing the white-clothed young man’s flying sword, Yang Ming pinched his hands. One shot!

Suddenly, the flying sword in the hand of the white-clothed boy suddenly buzzed and trembled.

Then the white-clothed boy trembled with the sword in his entire body!

"what!"

The boy in white couldn't help being shocked, and quickly flew back and flashed!

"Who are you and why do you want to shoot me?"

Yang Ming looked at the boy in white and asked faintly.

"My Frost Sword is an exquisite treasure crafted by Ten Thousand Years of Frost Ice. With my Frost Infuriating power, even if it is a golden core, it will be frozen by my Frost. Break open, and with a pair of palms, you can resist him!"

The boy in white did not answer Yang Ming's words, but looked at Yang Ming, shocked!