Within the area covered by the blade light, the temperature dropped sharply. Even these powerful totem envoys felt a burst of cold air.
It seemed that in the next moment, the area was suddenly filled with crystal-like powder, like a tree of pear blossoms falling in a riot of colors.
Everyone's complexion changed. These were snowflakes, a strong chill from nature.
However, to everyone's disbelief, these snowflakes didn't fall from the clouds high up in the sky. Instead, they only appeared in the area enveloped by the glaive.
He Yiming's cold attribute cultivation method was so powerful that even the power of nature was affected by it, condensing the water in the air into ice and snow.
In a trance, the area became a vast expanse of white. The snowflakes left in the air were like white butterflies flapping their wings. They gently fluttered and fell on everyone's heads and bodies. They also fell on all the totem messengers' hearts, making them deeply feel the strength of the other party, and filled with a chill.
Ha Lin and the others immediately felt the powerful power contained in it. Their Real Qi began to stagnate, and their bodies began to faintly numb. Even their ears and eyes were greatly affected by the ice and snow, and lost their unique sharpness.
Everyone was well aware that if this situation continued, they were afraid that it would be difficult for them to hold on until the arrival of Envoy Suo Ge.
A mournful howl came out from Ha Lin's mouth, followed by the other seven totem envoys. Their howls were miserable and sad, like eight dying wolves, making their last sound.
Then, Ha Lin rushed up, the wolf claws in her hands drawing a wonderful arc in the air at an extremely fast speed, and rushed towards He Yiming.
Under her body, another totem messenger appeared out of nowhere. He waved his wolf claws continuously, and it seemed that a wall of wolf claws had suddenly appeared in front of her.
A ray of white light suddenly appeared from behind the claw wall. The scimitar followed the small gap between the two of them and rushed forward without a care for its own safety.
Close to the ground, a soft whip slithered like a poisonous snake, and when it was about to reach He Yiming, it suddenly straightened, like a giant wolf's tail, and fiercely whipped over.
After they let out this long howl, everyone immediately changed their fighting style. They no longer defended and waited for reinforcements, but took out a rainbow-like aura to counterattack.
The first four totem envoys to attack did not have the slightest defensive posture, but all of them disregarded their lives. At this moment, in their eyes and hearts, it seemed that killing He Yiming on the spot was their only goal.
He Yiming's heart trembled. Such powerful totem envoys, and more than one.
The Wolf Totem Clan was indeed so ferocious that it made one's hair stand on end. However, it was precisely because of this that He Yiming's eyes became more and more intense, even unshakable.
These people were determined, once they became enemies with you, they would never give up. they were enemies.
If you became enemies with them, it was either you die, or I die. There was no room for negotiation.
He had underestimated the wolf's nature before, which led to the tragedy of Shui Xuan Jin's death. But now, it was impossible for him to make the same mistake again.
The machete in his hand suddenly retracted, and the cloud in front of him suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Although the several totem envoys did not understand what he was planning, their momentum suddenly swelled by three points.
When they began to fight with all their might, the wolf's nature hidden in their bodies suddenly broke out completely.
He Yiming smiled coldly, and when the wolf's claws, machete, and long whip were about to reach him, his body suddenly blurred.
In just an instant, he had already disappeared from his original spot. At this moment, the long whip had swept past the place where He Yiming was standing. Other than sweeping away the afterimage, it didn't do anything else.
The faces of Ha Lin and the others instantly became more and more ugly, and their hearts sank deeply.
They had seen this kind of divine skill on Shui Xuan Jin before. In the totem race, this was a consummate skill that only a wind attribute Saint could perform. Perhaps some wind attribute thousand year mutated spirit beasts could also perform it, but it was definitely not something that the totem envoys and great envoys could master.
But among the outsiders, there were already two people who were able to perform it.
The same thought flashed across their minds at the same time. Could it be that the talents of the outsiders could surpass them — —
A shrill scream cut through the deathly silent atmosphere, and when the numerous totem envoys reacted, they saw a scene that they would never forget.
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The scenery in He Yiming's eyes had undergone a very subtle change, and all the wind seemed to have begun to distort. Then, the strange line between two dots and a line appeared in front of his eyes.
With one step, he seemed to have become the wind, the omnipresent wind.
In an instant, he had crossed the distance between two dots and a line, and had come from one end of the crowd to the other.
When he stopped and reappeared, all he saw was the back of a figure.
It was a tall and burly middle-aged man. In the wolf totem clan, there were not many people with such a figure, so he was extremely conspicuous.
The corners of his mouth curled into a mocking smile. Before He Yiming was promoted to One-Line Heaven, he could challenge seven Precelestial experts at the same time. At this moment, he was promoted to One-Line Heaven, and wielded a large glaive, so how could he really put these totem envoys in his eyes.
With a flick of his wrist, the glaive that weighed three hundred and sixty kilograms floated in his hand as if it was nothing.
It was like a cloud in the sky, soft and gentle, like a fairy's ribbon, drifting and drifting, and had already drifted to the last totem envoys.
At this time, the totem envoys were facing forward, the wolf claws in his hands were dotted with cold stars, and his body was slightly bent, ready for the second wave of attacks.
But he absolutely did not expect that He Yiming would use this method to suddenly appear behind him.
After all, he was a master of the Precelestial realm. When He Yiming's glaive floated to his waist, he immediately reacted.
His many life and death experiences in the jungle made his body respond automatically. The wolf claws in his hands fiercely chopped down, and at the same time, his body bent as if it had no bones.
It wasn't until his body had completed this series of movements that a thought suddenly appeared in his mind. Who was the one who had launched the sneak attack?
His eyes suddenly widened, and he immediately thought of He Yiming, who only left an afterimage in front of him.
These three devilish names had just emerged in his mind, when he felt a sharp pain in his fingers, and then a cold feeling at his waist. An unbearable pain instantly filled his whole body, making him howl involuntarily.
He Yiming's blade seemed to be faintly discernible and powerless, but when it came into contact with the opponent's wolf claw, golden light immediately splashed in all directions, and this special treasure of the totem clan was split into two halves. Not only that, the powerful glaive also cut off a few fingers that the totem envoys did not have time to withdraw.
The glaive did not stop, and continued to rush forward. Although the totem envoys had already bent his body to dodge, how could he dodge He Yiming's glaive?
The glaive was like snow, and blood splattered everywhere …
The glaive had gently swept across the totem envoys' waist, and his whole body was cut in half.
The air was filled with a strong pungent smell of blood, and countless internal organs flowed out from the upper half of the body. His cries were extremely miserable, and it was difficult for people to control themselves.
The eyes of the other seven totem envoys were filled with a strong sense of panic. Under the all-out counterattack, not only did they not achieve any results, but one of them fell in an instant. This fact was a huge blow to them.
Coincidentally, from the mouths of the seven totem envoys came out again, but compared to the first one, the momentum in this voice had plummeted. It no longer had the courage to throw everything aside and fight back.
Then, the seven of them once again curled up into a circle, as if they wanted to rely on the strange wolf formation to resist this powerful enemy.
He Yiming's glaive shook, and once again turned into a huge cloud and spread out. At the same time, the strong chill penetrated into everyone's body, from the surface of their bodies directly into their hearts, and suppressed all the thoughts of resistance that rose in their hearts.
Wave after wave of strong freezing aura hit them head-on. Under the attack of such strong cold aura, everyone's movements involuntarily slowed down.
Traces of blood faintly emerged from the corners of Ha Lin and the others' mouths. While they struggled to resist, they also bit their lips and tongues, letting the hot blood flow into their stomachs, making the blood in their bodies flow as smoothly as possible.
All the totem envoys made the same choice, and the wolf nature in their bodies had been completely stimulated. However, from the beginning to the end, no one was stupid enough to fight against the glaive in He Yiming's hand. They jumped flexibly and cooperated in a small circle.
Like seven wolves in despair, they tried to delay their survival as much as possible.
In the distance, a strong aura was approaching at a fast speed. He Yiming finally breathed a long sigh of relief. His glaive turned in a circle in mid-air, and suddenly stopped in the air. Like a thunderbolt, he chopped down abruptly.
This glaive condensed a strong power of gold. It was the 19th form of the 36 Splitting Mountain Forms. Although it did not have the power to freeze the surrounding space, it was more than enough to deal with these totem envoys.
The pupils of Ha Lin and the others shrank sharply. They spontaneously retreated to the two sides. The profound and unpredictable wolf formation was completely broken by such a simple glaive.
Using force to break technique, this was the greatest power of the 36 Splitting Mountain Forms.
When the seven people had just flown away, He Yiming had already closed in on them like a shadow. He raised his left hand, and the palm of his hand was slightly concave. Suddenly, a strange needle-shaped Zhen Qi flew out from the palm of his hand like lightning, and pierced the arm of a totem envoy.
The Hidden Needle Seal, this two-handed seal had been simplified by He Yiming to be performed with one hand.
Although it was weakened a lot in terms of concealment, he was now a powerhouse in One-Line-Sky. Even if it was such an open Genuine Qi attack, it could not be underestimated.
The totem envoy was in mid-air, and had no time to dodge the sudden needle-shaped Genuine Qi. He snorted angrily, gathered power in his left arm, and wanted to block this blow.
However, when this needle-shaped Genuine Qi pierced his arm, his body suddenly fell into a state of rigidity. Because He Yiming's Genuine Qi was too little, this rigidity only lasted for a breath.
But after a breath of time, the Genuine Qi in this person's body surged crazily, and when this numbness was constantly expelled, his neck suddenly hurt, and then he lost consciousness.
He Yiming's glaive slashed across, easily taking the life of another person. After that, he let out a loud roar, like a thunderclap in the air, heavily striking the ears and hearts of the two people beside him.
The two totem envoys' hearts were in chaos, and then their heads were dizzy. Although He Yiming's shout did not have the same effect as Romiya's sound wave that could confuse people's minds, but the Dantian roar of a powerhouse in One-Line-Sky was not a joke.
The two unlucky totem envoys had just woken up a little when they saw a strange light in front of them, and then their bodies immediately fell into a state of rigidity.
He Yiming's left hand formed a seal, and his right hand held a glaive. Suddenly, the glaive was like a meteor chasing the moon, drawing a dazzling light in the sky.
In front of the two totem envoys, a white light flashed, and several blood mists rose into the sky. Two miserable screams fell from mid-air, rolling on the snow.
After He Yiming's glaive broke the wolf formation, he did not hesitate to rush forward. With the Stone King's paralysis effect and the glaive's unstoppable power, he suddenly killed three people in a flash.
Three Xiantian level totem envoys were actually killed in an instant. This was like a huge mountain, heavily pressing down on the heads of Harvey and the other three totem envoys. Their endurance completely collapsed, and they no longer dared to have the slightest thought of staying.
Coincidentally, they all let out a wolf howl, and then fled in different directions.
Harvey was the only one who fled in the direction of Suo Ge and the Red Wolf King. The other three naturally chose the direction closest to them.
In an instant, they left a clear line in the snow, and dashed towards the distance.
He Yiming let out a long laugh. There was an indescribable pleasure in his laughter. It was the pleasure of killing an enemy with his own hands. It was the pleasure of venting the pent-up frustrations in his heart. However, there was also a faint trace of sadness in his laughter.
His gaze locked onto a certain person, and in an instant, he disappeared.
That person was running quickly. Suddenly, a few wisps of snow fell from the top of his head. His face suddenly became extremely gloomy. He did not expect He Yiming to find him first.
He half turned, and the corner of his eyes seemed to catch a glimpse of a figure. The glaive in his hand chopped out without hesitation.
However, a strong force came from the glaive, and the web between his thumb and forefinger split open. The glaive shattered into pieces. Under the pressure of that huge force, all the fragments of the glaive pierced through his body like bullets. His body immediately became a sieve riddled with holes, and then was soaked in blood.
He Yiming turned around and left. He didn't even have the interest to add another stab.
If this person was still able to escape despite being injured to such an extent, He Yiming did not mind letting him off.
However, with such heavy injuries, how could he survive? Just as He Yiming turned and left, the person staggered for a long time, and finally fell down, never to get up again.
His figure was like lightning, and once again, he came behind another totem messenger who was running quickly. Perhaps this person had already noticed that something was wrong behind him, but He Yiming had killed the totem messengers like killing chickens. He was already scared out of his wits.
Although the wolf totem clan had lived in the mountains for a long time, and their will was firm, but no matter how good the clan was, there would always be warriors and cowards. This person's level of martial arts was extremely high, but in the face of death, he also became a coward who only knew how to escape.
At the moment when his life was under the greatest threat, his potential suddenly erupted, and his speed was even faster than usual.
However, in He Yiming's eyes, this little bit of speed was just so-so.
He waved his arm, and the nearly four-meter-long glaive fell from the sky like lightning, slanting across the person's back.
When the person fell into severe pain and let out a temporary crazy roar, He Yiming was already far away, and appeared behind the third person.
This person was Itel, ranked third among the ten wolf totem messengers, second only to Yi Shipo and Ha Lin, who were accompanied by the thousand-year spirit wolf.
At this moment, he heard two screams, and there seemed to be some kind of fear behind him that made his scalp tingle.
At this moment, a wry smile appeared on his face.
He clearly knew that this person had mastered the super powerful wind technique that only a Wind Saint could possess, and could make long-distance sprinting movements in an instant.
However, they still chose to scatter and escape under the strong sense of fear.
However, in front of this person, how could they escape?
His footsteps paused slightly, and the claws in his hands exuded a strong cold light. This time, eight of the ten totem messengers had died, and Ha Lin could not die in any case...
He half turned around, and there was an unswerving look in his eyes. This was a desperate choice to achieve mutual destruction despite knowing that he would die.
Since there was no way to survive, then he would drag the other party down with him.
However, just as he waved his claws, which filled the sky, he saw a white light in front of him.
The large glaive in He Yiming's hand actually chopped in without reason, cutting off his steel claws and body, only leaving behind a rain of blood in the air.
He Yiming's eyes did not stay on him for even a second, and his gaze had already moved to the distance.
There, a man and a wolf were running close to the snow, rushing over at lightning speed. In front of them, the only remaining totem messenger, Ha Lin, was also desperately running. In her eyes, Suo Go was already her only savior. (To be continued, if you want to know the future, please go to www.qidian.com, support the author, support the original reading!)
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