Feng Qiao seemed to have realized that something was wrong. He looked at Li Tian, then at Yin xingzhi, and his expression became even colder.
He walked directly between Li Tian and Yin xingzhi, as if he was standing on his own.
"Boom boom boom!"
Li Tian didn't hesitate. He turned around and ran towards the direction of the sound.
He quickly reached the position where the Ling power was the strongest, and the biting cold became stronger and stronger. He looked at the person in the air, and his pupils shrank.
"What's going on?"
Fatty also looked at the movement in the air in surprise. The frost in the sky was constantly spreading, and the entire ground of the small square under their feet was already half an inch thick with ice.
With a twist of his hand, the celestial sword appeared in Li Tian's hand. He stared at Qin ruoxue, who was in mid-air, and slowly arched his body like a leopard ready to pounce.
