As the words fell, Han Chen's originally distracted eyes suddenly burst out with two dazzling rays of light.

With a flick of his palm, a swarthy sheathed long sword appeared in his hand, and his palm grasped the hilt.

With a soft groan, like a clash of divine iron outside the sky, the Mo Han sword came out of its sheath.

Pulling out the Mo Han Sword, Han Chen flicked his left hand, and the dark scabbard shot out vigorously, and with a 'bang', it exploded directly into the rock on the side, and the scabbard trembled violently, and the rock cracked into several thick cracks.

Holding the Mo Han Sword, Han Chen's footsteps lifted, and in a flash, his figure swept directly into the clearing, stopping at the center.

Looking up at the white snowflakes covering the sky, Han Chen's eyes were as sharp as swords, and he said in a calm voice: "Snow is condensed by water, and when it melts in heat, it will become water again!"

As the words fell, the sword in Han Chen's hand slashed through a mysterious trajectory, and quickly swung it in the snow.

Boom

While the long sword was wielding, the sword style of the Cold Snow Sword Technique was displayed by Qi over and over again. However, Han Chen's speed was extremely fast, and he could only see the dark sword light in the sky, and he couldn't see the trajectory of the sword body at all.

At this moment, the five-thousand-pound Mo Han Sword was as light as nothing in Han Chen's hand, like an ordinary long sword, wielding it casually.

At this time, Han Chen's calm voice sounded again.

"However, snow is snow, crystal clear, white, small as snow drops, big as goose feathers. Although it contains a chill, it is restrained and not revealed. ”

As the words fell, Han Chen's eyes suddenly burst out with two extremely dazzling rays of light. Sharp as a sword.

With a shock of his arm, the Mo Han Sword in his hand moved with the momentum, slashing through a mysterious trajectory, and in a light groan, he suddenly slashed forward.

Swish!

"Winter!"

With a soft drink, the temperature around instantly dropped to freezing, and the white snowflakes suddenly condensed out of thin air and fell down in a sprinkling manner.

Suddenly, the snowflakes in the clearing became extremely dense.

Sou!

Suddenly, a sword light as black as lightning. In the midst of the snowflakes in the sky. Suddenly shot out, tearing through the air, slashing towards a nearby mountain wall, a strong change in air current. Snowflakes swept across the sky. Turned into a snowtornado. Immediately after, they bombarded the mountain wall.

The Winter One Style is the first one that Han Chen mastered the Mystic Sword Style. It can be said that he is already familiar with this mastery.

But at this time, when Rindong was cast, it seemed to be a little different from when Han Chen had used it in the past.

The snowflakes in the sky still seem to be dense, but they seem to be fewer than before, and on the falling snowflakes, the original cold air is gone, and it is basically the same as the ordinary snowflakes falling in the sky.

It's just that the color of the snowflakes seems to be whiter, white pure, white crystalline.

And the sword that exuded an endless edge, pitch-black like lightning, was much smaller than before, but the color was more pure, like a condensed long sword.

The pitch-black sword is in front, and the snowflake is behind it. Like a snowflake dragon, it slashed down on the mountain wall.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the mountain wall collapsed, and large pieces of rubble fell, stirring up large clouds of stone dust.

The stone dust quickly dissipated under the cold wind, revealing the mountain wall.

"Sure enough, the cold winter that I comprehend now is not its true power at all!" Looking at the sword mark ravine on the mountain wall, which was only two or three meters long and more than half a meter wide, but five or six meters deep, Han Chen's eyes burst out with a fine light.

On that day, when he was fighting with Yan Liu, Han Chen had inadvertently discovered that the water cold style he had cast had actually undergone a slight change, and in the thick white mist, thousands of extremely sharp ice knives and ice swords had been condensed.

This discovery made Han Chen begin to wonder if the three styles of Winter, which he thought he had comprehended now, had really fully comprehended them.

At this time, looking at the huge sword mark on the mountain wall, Han Chen could finally be sure.

The three styles of winter, I don't have a complete comprehension at all. In other words, he only learned its outer sword form, but did not comprehend its essence.

After two months of training, Han Chen's swordsmanship has been greatly honed, and his skills and dexterity have also improved a lot.

Coupled with the glimmer of understanding he had realized from watching the snowflakes fall before, Han Chen felt that his comprehension of the three styles of winter seemed to be more profound.

Now that it is displayed, the effect is somewhat beyond Han Chen's expectations.

The essence of the cold winter style lies in the cold and cold, just like the temperature of winter.

Condensed but not scattered, restrained but not exposed.

Whether it's a dark sword or a snowflake, it's the same.

"Although I have comprehended a lot more deeply, the true power of the Winter One Style should be more than that!" Han Chen's eyes flickered, and he said secretly in his heart.

Not far away, looking at Han Chen, who was frowning and deep in thought, Guiguzi smiled, got up and stepped out, and instantly came to Han Chen's side.

"Teacher!" Han Chen looked up at Guiguzi.

"Give me the sword!" Guiguzi nodded with a smile and stretched out his hand.

"En!" Hearing this, Han Chen's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly flipped his palm, and the Mo Han Sword swirled in his palm, which was held in his hand and handed to Guiguzi.

"The essence of Han Xue's sword technique is originally evolved from the changes of winter!" Holding the Mo Han Sword in his hand, Guiguzi's face suddenly calmed down, and he said in a calm voice: "Six Styles of Mystical Sword Style, each style has its essence. ”

"The key point of the cold winter style lies in the word cold. And restrained without being exposed!"

"You can comprehend this, which makes Weishi very surprised!" As he spoke, Guiguzi turned his head to look at Han Chen and smiled.

"Teacher, is this difficult to comprehend?" Hearing this, Han Chen couldn't help but ask suspiciously.

"Yes. It's difficult!" Guiguzi nodded and said, "If you want to comprehend this, in addition to being extremely proficient in the U.S. sword style, you also need to have an extremely high level of understanding, otherwise even if you cultivate for a lifetime, you will only be able to master the skin." ”

"Even if you practice all the six styles, you will only be able to grasp the skin?" Hearing this, Han Chen's breath suddenly stagnated, and he exclaimed.

Could it be that Han Chen would be so surprised. Although he didn't know all the six forms, he knew the power of the three winter forms.

The three forms of cold winter, flying snow, and water cold are exerted together, and their power can make a swordsman directly kill an early swordsman realm martial artist in an instant.

Moreover, this is just the first three styles performed together, if you practice the last three styles. When the six forms are performed together, their power will definitely be even more amazing.

However, even with such power, in Guiguzi's mouth, he only grasps the skin. What is the real power?

Thinking of this, Han Chen's breathing couldn't help but become a little short. (To be continued......)