Jian Nu raised his hands, and the snow in front of him floated.
A blue glow came out of his hands and engulfed the snow, turning it into ice swords.
A familiar sound erupted in Lin Fan's mind.
[Ding!]
[Detected soul with malevolent intent incoming!]
[Terminate person with malevolent intent for 250 vengeance points.]
The next moment, the ice swords shot at Lin Fan.
Lin Fan leaped to the side, but the swords immediately changed their trajectory and followed him.
He quickly used his hand to cover his head as he braced for impact.
Crack.
The swords hit Lin Fan but cracked into bits and pieces.
While Lin Fan was getting hit, Jian Nu conjured up a huge ice sword, as tall as himself.
He held it and slashed at Lin Fan.
Thud.
Lin Fan took the blow with his forearm and slid a few meters away.
He felt Jian Nu's Qi trying to slice into his body; slowly, a cut appeared on his forearm.
