Chapter 262 Confronting the Snow Emperor (First update, please subscribe!)
A dark blue ice crystal sword blocked the sickle blade.
The extreme coldness echoing on the sword seemed to freeze people's perceptions.
"Dang!"
The crisp collision sound made Fang Ling's pupils suddenly shrink.
The fusion combat technique of spirit and soul power was instantly wiped out, and it was extremely difficult for the power of breaking the law to devour this extremely high-quality power.
The deep blue of ultimate ice and the dark gray of ultimate death collided violently, refusing to give in to each other.
Just because of the problem of soul power, the power belonging to the ultimate ice has the absolute upper hand, and even Fang Ling cannot resist it.
The aftermath of the ice power blew through his body like wind, causing goosebumps to rise instantly and chills to the heart.
This temperature is lower than the ice grass and stronger than the ice spring. The ice immunity cannot block everything, and there is a biting coldness.
Fortunately, Fang Ling had other options.
A layer of dark gray appeared on the surface of the body, and the ultimate power of death extinguished the scattered aftermath.
He looked intently in front of him.
In front of him was a special soul beast.
His appearance is human-like, with long white hair hanging down from the back of his head to his feet, and sky-blue eyes that are ethereal and transparent, as if he can see through everything in the world.
Her slender body was flawless. Although she was wearing a long white dress without any decoration, it made her look so noble and stunning.
His expression is meticulous, like a plum blossom in the winter snow, standing out from the crowd, proud of the snow and defying the frost.
"The ultimate ice elemental spirit..." Fang Ling looked solemn.
Snow Emperor is now at least a 600,000-year-old soul beast. In this far north, he can be regarded as a level 99 title, which is completely invisible.
Even if it hangs quietly in front of you, it gives people a feeling of panic.
Just looking at the soul power that escaped from the collision just now is overwhelming.
Fang Ling estimated that if there really was a fight, he might only have one chance to strike.
"I am the ruler of this far north land, Snow Emperor, human being, what is your name?" The cold woman's sky-blue eyes stared at the ice sword in her hand, with a bit of extremely rare interest.
"Fang Ling." Fang Ling said these two words calmly.
"Spiritual power and soul power fusion skills, one-time attack attachment, extremely rare spell-breaking power, and finally..."
Snow Emperor brushed the sword blade with his plain white jade finger, and the gap cut by the power of breaking the spell was instantly repaired.
Her beautiful eyes focused on a speck of dust on her index finger, "The ultimate death? Characterized by extreme adhesion and erosion, the absolute nemesis of life."
Gray was instantly consumed by the extremely huge soul power.
"You are indeed very knowledgeable." Fang Ling nodded slightly.
Although he was unhappy, he had no killing intention towards the Snow Emperor who showed no killing intention.
Let’s see what’s going on first.
Just like when two countries are at war, they won't send nuclear bombs to each other at the beginning. It is impossible for him to threaten them with magical skills from the beginning.
Just two shots, if they are not fired out, they will have a greater effect.
There are so many hundred thousand year soul beasts in the far north, including the Ice Emperor, the Ice Bear King, the Titan Snow Demon King, etc. If he rashly kills the Snow Emperor, Fang Ling will most likely not be able to escape.
"I have never seen six thousand-year soul rings in this world." The Snow Emperor glanced at the six extremely eye-catching halos and secretly marveled in his heart.
Already at level 70 at a young age, with six thousand-year soul rings, this person is probably the number one genius among human soul masters.
A bit of murderous intent arose in his mind, but it quickly calmed down.
"I don't think your extraordinary cultivation is just making people laugh." Fang Ling's face was full of humility. "Look, we had a great conversation. Why don't you give me that little thing?"
"This is the seventh soul ring that I have spent three months to successfully hunt."
"..." A hint of speechlessness flashed across the Snow Emperor's stunning face, "You are quite bold." Fang Ling did not mind the chill in her tone:
"I've been traveling all the way, and I've seen that there are very few disputes in the far north."
"For you, the ruler of the far north, spirit beasts like the Spirit of Resentment that thrive on resentment and death must be an unsightly thing."
My guess is quite right, this little human soul master...
The Snow Emperor took a picture of the happy red and black clouds, and she lowered her eyes and glanced down.
The spirit of resentment felt like falling into an extremely cold hell at the sight of this stunning beauty. For a moment, its mood dropped to the bottom, and it actually started to tremble.
It exuded a feeling of begging for mercy, hoping that the Snow Emperor, who could barely be called a kinsman, would save him.
Snow Emperor was silent for a while, seeming to be thinking.
After a long time, she raised her eyes and said to Fang Ling:
"I am the ruler of the Far North. This little thing can barely be considered a member of the same race. Since it fell into my hands, it should be protected by itself. It is impossible to hand it over to you."
"You go, leave the Far North, I won't kill you."
"Senior!" Fang Ling's face was stern, and the Death Scythe in his hand spread out a power of death with extreme properties. "You and I will fight each other with all our strength. If I win, how will you give it to me?"
Snow Emperor asked doubtfully: "I have let you go, but you insist on seeking death?"
He also tried his best to counter one move...
She had clearly given up her murderous intention. Even if Fang Ling had a strong soul and unparalleled talent, he would definitely die if she struck him.
"Senior, don't let me beat you to death."
Fang Ling's words left the Snow Emperor speechless.
"Ha~ The arrogant brat who speaks arrogantly!" She sneered, and her eyes suddenly became extremely cold.
Even if you don't want this life, then go die!
A dazzling blue light bloomed from the dark blue ice sword, and the coldness of the abyss and sea froze the surrounding air into liquid and solid states, and they fell to the ground one after another.
Under this powerful freezing force, space seems to be frozen.
Spatial perception observed that the surrounding space was shrinking, as if he would be turned into an eternal ice sculpture if he did not escape.
Emperor Sword·Bingji Wushuang!
Snow Emperor shows no mercy and uses one of his three special skills.
You said you need to go all out, so I’ll give it my all!
That shallow ice immunity can roam the far north, but if it cannot stop her extreme ice, she will still be completely frozen and unable to move.
Six hundred thousand years of cultivation has caused the ice in a large area around it to shatter.
In her strange gaze, the gray sickle in Fang Ling's hand radiated a desperate light of death.
Just like the terrifying demon god resurrected in ancient times, or the taboo that reappeared in ancient times, you will die if you touch it, and you will die if you touch it.
"Is this?!" Snow Emperor felt an extreme sense of danger.
This power of death feels so vast and lofty to the extreme that even if it is extreme, it is incomparable.
The world would be destroyed because of this, and even she could not resist it at all, and could not help but inject more power into the ice crystal sword.
Fang Ling's eyes showed pain. In the severe pain that almost burst his meridians and body, half of his soul power poured into an unknown place in an instant, and then disappeared inexplicably.
The gray light jumped into the divine power of death, and the high-level death energy blocked by the panel kept beating.
After absorbing the soul power, inspired by the divine power of death in the body, the god-level power of death was condensed on the sickle blade.
The martial soul creaked, and even the tenacity of Level 8 could not bear the power of the god, and cracks were constantly emerging.
Fang Ling gritted his teeth, tried his best to control it with the help of the calculation power of the undead, and barely swung the first god-level death sickle.
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