Centered around Jiang Lin, the sword qi and Ice Abyss froze everything within fifty kilometers. Whether it was the Demon Army's camp or the walls of Ten Thousand Mile City, all were covered in frost.
Heavy snow, as fine as goose feathers, drifted endlessly from the sky.
It must have been the Heaven Immortal drunk with madness, wildly kneading the white clouds to pieces.
In this scene, there could be no better description than that of the Poet Immortal!
Although Jiang Lin was bare-chested at this moment, standing in the Demon Army with a longsword in hand, his black hair was gradually turning white. His body was ramrod straight, his long hair disheveled, and his eyes brimmed with disdainful heroism.
It was as if, in this heaven and earth, he alone remained.
On the City Wall, who knew how many women already had peach blossoms in their eyes, their gazes glistening.
His handsome features, perfect figure, status as a Jade Purity Realm Sword Immortal, and heroic spirit on the battlefield.
When all these qualities were gathered in one person, even a so-called "Flower-Picking Thief" would become "romantic"!
But these women were basically all young girls whose cultivation realms were not very high, and who had come to Ten Thousand Mile City for "training."
On the walls of Ten Thousand Mile City, more people were frowning, truly unable to understand what Jiang Lin was doing.
This Jiang Lin was indeed, just as the rumors claimed, a genius Sword Cultivator. Yet his Martial Dao talent was not inferior either.
Separated, the two were both good things.
But combined, they became a calamity of the greatest magnitude.
At present, the conflict between the Martial Warrior True Qi and Spiritual Power within Jiang Lin had essentially reached its peak. If he used true qi,