C157 Ice Sword
C157 Ice Sword
With a slight jolt of his mind, everything within a radius of several dozen miles was reflected in his mind, as clear as a clear imprint on a palm.
The training of divine abilities was to temper the mind and become stronger and stronger.
At this moment, the surrounding people started discussing among themselves, and a voice resounded in his mind …
"Is this the legendary person from the Great Wu Iron Dynasty who slaughtered Yang Wucheng? It is hard to imagine that he is actually so young. No wonder all the heaven's pride level experts in Baicao Chamber of Commerce don't place him in their eyes. At such a young age, even if your cultivation is peerless, how powerful can you be?
Although they died because of that, it was not the end of the matter. No matter Long Ao Tian, or Gu Bei Cheng, they represented the younger generation of the major powers, and these people were all the future leaders of the family. Now that they were killed by Yang Wucheng, how could they let this go?
"That's right. How can these young heaven's pride level experts represent the strength of the various great families? Their true strength is ten times more terrifying than this!"
"Yang Wucheng must have lost his mind to continue waiting here. He is courting death!"
"In the end, it was only because he was young and proud that he thought he was invincible that he realized he was wrong!"
"Only when the true experts from the various powers arrive will he know that he is only mediocre."
The sounds of discussions and sighs could be heard. Although it was very far away, Yang Ming was still able to hear it clearly.
"Is that so?"
Yang Ming's face immediately revealed a sneer!
At that moment, a snow-like sword light pierced through the sky and came straight at him!
'Shua! 'a loud sound reverberated as it pierced through the space around him!
In the air, the chilliness was so dense that it was almost torn apart!
And Yang Ming, because he dodged in time, survived!
"Who?"
Yang Ming looked at him and suddenly saw a white figure holding a flying sword descend!
It was a fourteen or fifteen year old boy!
He was dressed in snow-white clothes and had a head full of white hair. His face was as cold as a god's.
"Die!"
The youth in white completely ignored Yang Ming, his sword was like a flying immortal!
The sword aura was like a waterfall. Streams of cold air shot out from the flying sword. In the blink of an eye, the surrounding area within a radius of ten miles was turned into a frozen space. It was going to freeze Yang Ming!
Suddenly, a layer of ice appeared around Yang Ming!
It was suddenly frozen!
"I'll show you my Heaven Flying Immortal Sword Technique!"
The white-robed young man sneered as he fused with the flying sword and pierced through it.
At this moment, Yang Ming instantly opened the layer of ice. His mana surged and the frozen space within a radius of ten miles exploded. Facing the sword of the youth in white, Yang Ming clasped his hands together and slapped them!
Instantly, the flying sword in the youth's hand began to hum.
Next, the youth in white trembled along with his sword!
"What!"
The youth in white was shocked and quickly retreated!
"Who are you? Why did you attack me?"
Yang Ming asked as he looked at the youth in white.
"This Cold Ice Sword of mine is a Peerless Magic Tool created from ten thousand years of ice. Combined with my great freezing ability, even if it's Jindan, it would still be frozen by my cold energy and you actually broke it apart in an instant. Furthermore, you relied on your bare hands to block it!"
The youth in white did not answer Yang Ming, but looked at him in shock!