章節 482: The Paragon Skill (2)

At the same time, the Demonic Blood Sword in Ye Qingtang's hand landed.

Clank!

The sound of clashing metal reverberated throughout.

Ning Luo used his right arm to block it.

"Is that… the Paragon Skill!" A certain Xuanling Sect disciple exclaimed in alarm.

A layer of frost covered Ning Luo as cold air enshrouded him. He used his right arm that was covered in frost to block in front of him, bearing the force of Ye Qingtang's sword!

"Ye Qingtang, this is the Paragon Skill… the Frost." Ning Luo's lips curled up. As he spoke, several icicles were formed in the sky and shot down at Ye Qingtang from all angles, wanting to pierce through Ye Qingtang.

"Paragon Skill, the Frost?" Ye Qingtang scoffed. "It's merely like that only."

Then, Ye Qingtang swept her Demonic Blood Sword across, breaking all the icicles.

"Now it's interesting." Ning Luo kept his sword and guided the frost to form an ice pike in his hand.