Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

　　 "Senior Xuedi, please advise!"

　　 Accompanied by the extremely serious words of Ming Dynasty, the thick mountain-like aura condenses on him. At this moment, the ages of the world are like a giant mountain that traverses the ages, facing the thousands of miles of ice in front of them.

　　 "You are very interesting."

　　 In front of the eternal ages, Xuedi blinked his beautiful icy blue eyes, with some inexplicable smiles on his face.

　　 "However, being able to maintain such a mentality even under such a power gap...Should I say that I am a servant from the future?"

　　 Listening to the words that couldn't be more plain in Xuedi's mouth, Ming Qiangu's pupils suddenly shrank for a moment, almost subconsciously wanting to ask how the other party knew. But after all, he is the strongest of an era, and the city still has this point. After a slight change in his expression, he slowly exhaled, and said, "It's useless to say more. Since it's an opponent, let's make a move!"

　　 "Oh? I seem to be right."

　　 Xuedi narrowed his eyes slightly, and the smile on his face slowly faded. The next moment, her footsteps moved slightly, and the terrifying chill spread wildly to the surroundings, and instantly enveloped the entire block at an unimaginable speed.

　　 The ice was spreading, snow fell from the sky, but the figure of the Snow Emperor disappeared without a trace.

　　 soul power issued: ice.

　　 In other words, the realm-Ice and Snow Dance!

　　Under the extreme ice, the energy in the streets, the air, the world, and even the space are slowly freezing. In this extreme cold, the soul guide bulbs that Shrek had just installed, not even more than a month, flashed and dimmed, and suddenly burst into pieces in the end.

　　 Like the starting gun on the arena suddenly sounded, the snow all over the sky was engulfed by the cold wind, with a sharp sound of breaking through the sky, it turned into a tornado made of ice, and swept across the ages.

　　 These snowflakes are all made of pure extreme ice, which is even harder than steel. With the help of the cold wind, even steel could not withstand such endless cutting. If a human being stood among the snow in the sky with flesh and blood, he would be cut by thousands of swords in the next moment!

　　 But Ming Dynasty did not panic.

　　 Even if his strength is limited, even if he was pulled into the field by his opponent from the beginning, the fiery in his eyes has not diminished in the slightest.

The halo on the 　　 Panlong stick circulated, stubbornly propped a piece of pure land in this domain symbolizing the extreme cold, so that the Ming Dynasty would be protected from the cold wind.

　　 The whistling sound is getting closer and closer, and it is getting bigger and bigger, as if the ice tornado that is standing upright has arrived in front of Ming Qiangu, and the terrifying wind pressure made the black windbreaker on his body hunt and hunt.

　　Looking at this terrifying move like a natural disaster, Ming Qiangu took a deep breath, and suddenly clenched the long stick in his hand. In the sound of the dragon's roar, a piece of armor slowly covered it on his palm.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 The sky and the earth seemed to tremble at this moment. At the very center of the ice, Ming Qiangu, holding a long stick, suddenly exerted force and slammed into the tornado in front of him. This funny scene, like a giant elephant and an ant wrestling, makes people laugh, but the result is completely different.

　　 The long and narrow gaps are cracked under the foot like the ice that will last forever, and the spider-web-like pattern is centered on the feet of the ages, and it instantly spreads over the entire street. A little ice scum shot out, leaving many nicks on the distant wall.

　　 Both sides have stagnated, the tornado connected by the ice of the extreme stagnant, and the eternal ages have also froze in place, as if the two were tied.

　　 But in the next moment, Ming Qiangu slowly exhaled, and suddenly turned into a white mist in the ice and snow, and slowly ascended the sky with the breath of thick heat and water vapor. After the white mist dissipated, Ming Qiangu retracted the long stick, shook off the hoarfrost on the stick, and turned around.

　　 Behind him, a tornado of icy ice trembling and trembling, turned into ice particles in the sky, and completely collapsed.

　　 "Is this the strong man from the future?"

　　 Looking at this spectacular scene, the Snow Emperor's eyes slowly widened, hidden in the snow and ice. The previous attack was nothing more than a tentative attack by her. With the strength of the opponent being dragged down by the master, even if he could accept this trick, he would definitely be very embarrassed.

　　 I never thought that the other party destroyed the Frost Tornado released by the Snow Emperor with just an understatement.

　　 After a moment of silence, Xue Di's icy blue eyes narrowed, and his eyes slowly gathered on the extra metal creation that Ming Qiangu's hand had.

　　 "Is this what the master said [Battle Armor]?!"

　　 murmured to himself, the Snow Emperor slowly stretched out his palm, and the blue sword light lingered on it, and the sharp aura mixed with frost power cut the cold air, but only attached to the snow Emperor's body, concealed.

　　Emperor Sword·Bing Ji Wushuang!

"Um?!"

　　 When the Snow Emperor condensed Bing Ji Wushuang, the Ming Dynasty on the other side had a faint feeling. After all, they belong to the "swordsman" class, Ming Qiangu is obviously more sensitive to the concept of "sword". In the gust of wind around him, he suddenly felt that a sharp aura was gestating.

　　 There was a sudden tremor in his heart, and the icy blue light flashed before Ming Qiangu's eyes. At the moment of the moment, the brilliance of Ming Qiangu's eyes flickered, the dragon pattern slowly winding on the long stick in his hand, the closed dragon eyes suddenly opened.

　　 "Pan-Dragon-Stick -!"

　　 The violent dragon roar resounded through the entire ice world, and the pale yellow dragon shadow roared and flew up, and collided with the ice-blue light together with the stick shadow magnified countless times.

"Ding!"

　　 The rays of light flashed, and as the dragon shadow shattered, Ming Qiangu's body suddenly stagnated. In his hand, the restored Panlong stick was still covered with ice. Even his body was covered with a layer of frost.

　　 This time the collision, Xuedi won a small victory, and Ming lost through the ages.

　　 Soul power surged throughout the body, pushing the ultimate ice soul power that had invaded the body into the mouth. Ming Qiangu gave a dry cough, and the blue cold air gushed out, adding a harder layer of ice on the ground that was already hard ice.

Looking back, the blazing brilliance in Ming Qiangu's eyes slowly dimmed. He retracted the long stick in his hand and looked at Xuedi, whose white robe was raised by the cold wind, with his back facing him not far away. He sighed and said: "I lost."

　　 "No, you didn't."

　　 Xuedi turned his head and looked at the ages, who was not much depressed, his cold pretty face instantly thawed, putting on a sweet smile again.

　　 "Your strength is dragged down by the master. When the Holy Grail War really begins, you will definitely be much stronger than now. Also, you probably still have your hole cards unused."

　　 Listening to Xuedi’s words full of foundation, Ming Qiangu looked at her, and a little brilliance flashed in her silver-gray eyes.

"What do you want to do?"

　　 "Get to know again."

　　 Snow Emperor smiled, stretched out his hand, and said: "Ice and Snow Girl, this Holy Grail War is played in the rank of cavalry. I recognize your strength, so... do you want to form an alliance?"