"Ice-Sealing Sword."
Han Bingruo said coldly. The Long Sword in her hand suddenly erupted with endless frigid air, snow-white chill spreading without cease.
Wherever the frigid air passed, even space itself froze.
"Shatter."
Ye Lin slashed down with his sword. The frigid air before him was devoured by boundless lightning in an instant, and he himself arrived before Han Bingruo.
"Brain-dead fool. In your next life, watch yourself."
Ye Lin sneered and swung his sword down.
"Frozen Heaven and Snowbound Earth, condense!"
Han Bingruo spoke again. Since she had been able to enter this place, she was naturally no useless good-for-nothing.
She was not that weak.
As her voice fell, waves of terrifying Sword Qi burst forth from her body, carrying extreme cold as they surged toward Ye Lin.
"Break."
No sooner had Ye Lin spoken than he saw a strand of Sword Qi cling to his Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor.
Bursts of lightning power suddenly surged across the blade of the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor, yet that lightning power was instantly suppressed by the frigid air.
"Not good. What bizarre frigid air."
Ye Lin realized something was wrong and was just about to throw away the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor. But before he could move, the frigid air had already spread along the sword and onto his palm.
Then it spread to his arm, until in the end, Ye Lin was completely transformed into an ice sculpture.
"Heh. Stupid insect, this is the Nine Nether Frigid Air from Ice Purgatory. Even Yun Xuan would have to give it a wide berth when facing this frigid air of mine."
"You actually dared to get this close to me? If that isn't courting death, what is?"
Han Bingruo looked disdainfully at Ye Lin, who had