Hoo…
The cold wind howled around.
The violent ice storm gang wind covered a hundred miles in range and blew continuously.
"Hiss." Xiao Yi let out a breath of cold air, tightening his wide robe.
In the howling wind, he actually felt a bit chilly.
Bang…
A stream of poison power gathered in Xiao Yi's hand.
Hoo…
The cold gang wind blew past, causing the poison power to sway for several moments.
Once the gang wind blew over.
The poison power in Xiao Yi's hand remained unchanged, still intensely black, exuding a terrifying toxic aura.
Yet, Xiao Yi knew very well that this poison power was now useless.
This potent toxin seemed unchanged on the outside.
But in reality, the venom inside had long turned into ice particles and then automatically annihilated.
The gang wind that blew past was like a cold soul-devouring ghost.
Ahead, the silhouette of the Jingzhe Sword had already vanished.
No, it hadn't vanished; it had long fallen from high above to the ground.
