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Polar ice sheets.

This is a place known to the world as a place of bitter cold, with vast land and scarce resources, and only a second-level sect, Icefield Mansion, is located here.

And the Jueming Tianfeng on the polar ice sheet has a temperature that can freeze human blood.

Rong Jin's own cultivation level is not low, and he is practicing the Qianyuan Jing, which is the most rigid and most yang, so the temperature is not too much trouble for him.

But Ye Hong can't.

"Brother, how do you feel?"

Ye Hong gathered the big cloak on his body, which was covered with constant temperature symbols painted by Rong Jin. It felt very warm when he was at the foot of the mountain, but when he walked halfway up the mountain, the coldness slowly seeped in.

"Fortunately."

Rong Jin gave some spiritual power to Ye Hong worriedly, "If it weren't for the Tianxin fruit that must be swallowed immediately after picking it, the senior brother wouldn't use it to suffer here."

"Save your spiritual power, don't waste it on me." Ye Hong's cold hands and feet warmed up again, he looked at the peak, where the Tianxinguo was, "As long as you can find the Tianxinguo, what kind of hardship is it? Now that you have spoken, save more energy, there must be monsters guarding Tianxinguo, it may be a fierce battle."

Although this bit of physical strength is really dispensable for the Nascent Soul cultivator, Rong Jin really didn't speak anymore, just kept silent and lost some spiritual power to Ye Hong.

Ye Hong didn't say anything more, and walked up focused.

When he was near the top of the peak, there was a wind as cold as a knife, and the wind became stronger as he went up. Ye Hong walked a little staggeringly, but soon, a pair of incredibly warm hands held him.

Rong Jin led Ye Hong steadily towards the peak.

The color of Tianxin fruit is bright red, and it can be seen conspicuously on the top of the white peak. Ye Hong is a little excited, and can easily feel his own heartbeat speeding up.

The guardian of Tianxinguo is the fifth-level Jinling Snow Eagle. The moment they climbed to the top of the peak, the red-gold eyes of the Jinling Snow Eagle locked the two intruders.

The Golden Ling Snow Sculpture hovered over Tianxinguo, and from time to time issued a thin warning cry.

Rong Jin sighed, "It seems that we can't negotiate, we can only take it by force."

Ye Hong couldn't help laughing, and then took a few steps back, but he held the lightsaber in his hand.

"Brother, you wait here..." As soon as Rong Jin finished speaking, a small black shadow suddenly rushed in front of him, and both of them froze.

Mao Tuan slightly bent his hind legs, bared his teeth at the Golden Ling Snow Eagle, and let out a threatening voice from his throat, "Woo..."

"Mao Tuan, come back."

Unexpectedly, the Jin Ling Snow Eagle landed, showing a posture of submission, trembling with fear.

Ye Hong was astonished, he didn't know Mao Tuan's bloodline, but the coercion of the cub could make Jin Ling Snow Condor surrender.

Mao Tuan turned his head triumphantly, wagged his tail, and ran towards Ye Hong flatteringly.

Ye Hong's pupils shrank, and he rushed forward to hug the hair ball back. The next moment, the ice surface where the hair ball was on was pecked out by the hard front beak of the golden snow sculpture, and a deep hole was pecked out. The ice cubes splashed all over and hit Ye Hong's arm with full force, but Ye Hong didn't dare to linger for a moment, and quickly backed away.

The Golden Ling Snow Eagle was coaxed by a cub, its icy pupils seemed to be burning with rage, and the cry it made was unstoppable, and a gust of wind blew up when it flapped its wings.

But it has no chance of catching up.

Rong Jin had already prepared two fingers to draw a dark crack in the space, and went straight to the two eyes of the Jinling Snow Eagle. The Jinling Snow Eagle was caught off guard, screamed, and only avoided one finger. Lively poked blind.

The severe pain made Jin Ling Snow Eagle even more frenzied. It soared into the air, its sharp claws gleamed coldly, and grabbed Rong Jin with the momentum of tearing apart the space.

Rong Jin's body was like a swimming snake, he slid a step away strangely, and pointed again.

The Jin Ling Snow Eagle's wings fanned out, and the wind gusts immediately, but its claws flew into the air again.

It turned out that Rong Jin had only feigned a shot, and his figure had already slid to the side of Tianxinguo.

He took off the Tianxin Fruit and threw it at Ye Hong, "Senior brother, use it quickly, I will block the golden snow sculpture!"

While roaring these words, Rong Jin threw himself at Jin Ling Snow Condor, causing Jin Ling Snow Condor who was attacking Ye Hong to turn around and peck at his chest fiercely.

The Four Elephant Pagoda protected the Lord in time, but escaped the peck but could not escape the next claw, Rong Jin's shoulder was immediately dripping with blood, and the bones were deep.

Ye Hong shivered and stuffed the Tianxinguo into his mouth, and the entrance of the Tianxinguo turned into a golden liquid that flowed through his meridians, and then gathered in his dantian. The dantian was extremely painful and hot. Ye Hong clenched his teeth, and what he heard in his ears The pain in his heart was a thousand times greater than the pain in his body from the sound. The pain was so extreme that his mind became sober.

At the peak of Jueming Tianfeng, where the cold wind was howling, in the crisis of his best friend being in danger, and under the alternating internal and external pain, Ye Hong suddenly realized that all the mysteries of that shocking sword were penetrated one by one, Without using any spiritual power, the radiance of the lightsaber soared, and the aura of heaven and earth gathered towards the flying sword in his hand.

The medicinal power of Tian Xin Guo faded, and the dantian repaired. Ye Hong suddenly opened his eyes, and the sharp beak of Jin Ling Snow Eagle was about to peck at Rong Jin's back.

He only had the seventh level of Qi refining in his body, but the light sword disturbed the aura of heaven and earth, and with a mournful cry, the mountains and rivers trembled.

At that moment, everything under the sword became empty.

Time seemed to stand still, and the Han Guangjian finally pierced into the Jin Ling Snow Eagle's body with unrivaled sharpness, and the Jin Ling Snow Eagle fell from the air and fell to the ground with a heavy sound.

Ye Hong stepped forward slowly, the blade of the lightsaber trembled, and flew back into Ye Hong's hand proudly.

As long as you have a sword in your hand, you will go straight forward, my sword is my courage, I am with the sword, and the sword is with me!

Is this the real Hanguang?

Han Guangjian let out a clear cry in response.

Ye Hong calmed down his turbulent mind, and put away his lightsaber.

"Senior brother!"

"I'm fine." Rong Jin half-kneeled on the ground and sprinkled the wound medicine on his shoulders, "It's just a skin injury, it won't take a moment to heal. Brother," he hesitated, "You have never used such power before. Great swordsmanship."

Just relying on the cultivation base of the Qi refining stage to kill fifth-order monsters, such a heaven-defying swordsmanship, I am afraid that everyone is not guilty, but pregnant is guilty.

Rong Jin couldn't help worrying.

Ye Hong frowned, squatted down and continued to treat Rong Jin's wound, "Why did you use the medicine so sloppily?" He told him about Meng Guchuan's sword while he was dealing with it, "I suddenly realized this sword in a crisis, and I didn't know it." Thinking of the lethality is so great."

Rong Jin waited for him to finish, stood up with him, hugged the hairball that didn't look cold at all, and stuffed it into his arms, "Brother, try to use this sword less in the future, I'm afraid someone will covet it."