169: C169 Collecting Holy Cold Dew

C169 Collecting Holy Cold Dew

"Clang clang clang …" "Clang! Clang! Clang …"

Under the dark night, Ling Yun and Fan Le, who was in the valley, were carrying Mu Bingyun on his back as they engaged in an intense battle with Hu Tian and Ye Xinghong, who were both at the second level of the Martial King realm.

Among them, the speed of the three of them were as fast as the wind. They wielded their weapons as they attacked each other, transforming into a streak of light and clashing against each other.

Very quickly, Hu Tian and Ye Xing Hong seemed to have reached an agreement. The two swords combined their frost powers and attacked Ling Yun Fan.

Facing the combined attack of two level two Martial Kings, Ling Yunfan did not dare to be careless. He immediately used his spiritual energy to wrap the Rainbow Dragon Sword around his body, and at the same time, continuously formed hand seals with his hands.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of Mu Bingyun, who was being carried by him, lit up. It was obvious that he had recognized the move Ling Yun Fan was about to use.

It wasn't just her. The two people who had attacked together, Ye Xinghong and Ye Xinghan, also felt threatened by the green dragon simulacrum formed by Ling Yunfan. They also instinctively wanted to retreat, unable to fight back.

"Azure Dragon Annihilation Technique!" Unfortunately, just when they knew that they shouldn't fight back, Lingyun had already sent the huge green dragon simulacrum flying towards them. The powerful force buried them within.

"Ta ta ta …" Ye Xinghan and the bandit leader, who were fighting against the Green Dragon Killing technique, were forced back by a great distance.

When they came to a stop, they looked at each other and released the remaining Spiritual Energy in their bodies, turning it into strands of exceptionally cold Spiritual Qi and frost power that continued to merge with each other in front of their chests.

"Spirit Race Secret Skill, Ice Sparrow!" Seeing the mysterious and powerful martial skills that Hu Tian and Ye Xinghong were brewing, Mu Bingyun immediately recognized them. What exactly were their plans?

So, at that moment, because they were forced into dire straits again and again by a person in the 1st level of the Martial King realm like Ling Yunfan, and the final bit of calmness in their hearts was erased, they decided that even if they had to sacrifice their own lives, they had to let Ling Yunfan die with them.

At this time, although Ling Yun did not really understand what was going on, he still took off the clothes he was wearing to tie Mu Bingyun up, and slowly walked over.

Mu Bingyun, who had no choice but to leave Ling Yun's back, could only obediently retreat. This was because she knew that if they continued to pester him, it would only distract him and it would be extremely possible for him to be killed by then. For the sake of the overall situation, she could only move a little further.

"Whoosh..."

"Puchi …" "Puchi …"

At this moment, two streams of red and white light appeared out of nowhere and suddenly arrived beside Ye Xing Hong and Hu Tian. In an instant, they chopped off the two hands that were releasing their spirit energy.

Due to the disconnection of the brewing process, the so-called Secret Skill also stopped gathering and at the end, the bit of icy aura that it turned into disappeared.

Regardless of whether it was Ye Xinghan, Hu Tian or Mu Bingyun, all of them had yet to recover from their shock. They were all very curious as to which sword or two had come from, and even though they had known for a long time that Ling Yun was able to create such a unique longsword at will, they had not seen any signs of a condensed martial skill.

Not to mention launching an attack.

"So that's how it is … "I understand." However, after thinking for a while, Mu Bingyun recalled the scene when the two lightning and fire bundles had ended a group of masked people, and suddenly understood the reason.

"Ameem Slash!" Just as Ye Xinghong and Liu Tianyun had not yet withdrawn from their dazed state, Ling Yun's figure had already arrived beside them within the span of a few breaths, and using a voice that sounded like the death god's voice, he slashed out at them with the [Lightning Fire] and [Lightning Cluster Swords] unknowingly, turning into a light green colored blade of light.

"This... "Impossible …"

"I'm actually going to die …" "Die here …"

After being mercilessly cut by Ling Yun Fan's Ameem, they were unable to defend against Ye Xing Hong and Xu Tianyi. Furthermore, they did not even have the time to use their defensive methods, so just as they managed to react, they realized the fact that they had died. In the end, they could only say out their last words unwillingly before losing all their life force, and their bodies fell to the ground, dead.

"He really did it..." Looking at the nearby Ling Yun Fan, who was standing on the snowy ground like a war god, Mu Bingyun, who was watching the fight from not too far away, had a completely red face as she muttered to herself in excitement while covering her mouth.

At the same time, that heart of hers that was on tenterhooks instantly relaxed and she heaved a sigh of relief. In her heart, she was deeply attracted to Ling Yunfan, who gave off an extremely mighty aura even though his entire body was filled with wounds.

Mu Bingyun, who had discovered her strangeness, let out a deep breath. So it turned out that her heart had long ago been captured by this youth called Ling Fan, especially after what he had done to protect her. This had already completely solidified her feelings in her heart, and seemed to be forever unshakable.

Just as the [Lightning Fire] swords in Ling Yun's hands were about to withdraw and return to Mu Bingyun's side, the sky instantly darkened, and the entire valley, and even the entire mountain range, began to constantly shake. Countless snowy mountains in the surroundings began to crumble, and cracks began to appear on the ground where the two were standing, as if they were about to be dissected very soon.

Seeing this scene, both Ling Yunfan and Mu Bingyun knew that this was the sign that the Congealing Dew of the Sacred Yin was about to be born.

"Swish …" After an unknown amount of time, the ground where Ling Yunfan stood on suddenly cracked open. A blue-colored liquid that seemed to be able to freeze the world's frost aura emerged from the ground.1

"Ling Fan!" Seeing this, Mu Bingyun was worried that she would miss the chance to capture the dew of the sacred yin cold qi, so she immediately shouted towards Ling Yun Fan.

Hearing this, although he was a little caught off-guard, he already knew how to capture Ling Yun Fan. He quickly moved both his hands, releasing the Purple Cloud Flame inside his body, forming a huge palm, and grabbed the Sage Yin Cold Dew.

It was a pity that the Purple Cloud Fire contained an inconceivable power within its spirit energy, and it was coincidentally also its nemesis. Adding on the help of the great formation here, it was powerless to resist, and just like that, it was like a child being grabbed by its father, and did not dare to act rashly.

Seeing that, Lingyun immediately opened his mouth to take the half fist-sized Holy Dark Cold Dew.

At the same time, the incomparably flushed Mu Bingyun also flew to his side. Without saying a word, she wrapped her delicate hands around Ling Yun Fan's neck and attacked towards his pale, bloodless lips.

Facing this kind of treatment from a beauty, Lingyun was very excited. However, he knew that this was not the time to take advantage of her, so he immediately gave her the Congealing Dew.

However, during the transportation, even he did not realize that the Fiendgod bloodline in his body was devouring the Holy Dark Cold Dew, and the poison surrounding his meridians was constantly dissipating.

Ling Yunfan, who had devoured half of the Frost Qi of the Saint Yin, instantly recovered his original level of cultivation. Even though he had escaped from hell, he was still a Martial King, and had risen to the third level of the Martial King realm.

However, because this feeling was very comfortable, he, who had originally relied on his willpower to maintain his consciousness, unknowingly fainted.

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