Martial arts supreme

Chapter 120 Difficult Ascent (Sixth update! Please ask for a monthly ticket and subscribe)
Ye Feng was like an ape, his movements were light and quick, and he reached the upper half of the ice pit in only an hour.

But as Ye Feng got closer and closer to the top of the ice pit, Ye Feng also felt a strong suction coming from below.

Under this suction, Ye Feng always felt like he was about to fall.

Moreover, Ye Feng's physical strength was also very serious at this time, and the vitality in his dantian was almost exhausted.

That's not the only thing that caused Ye Feng a headache. As he continued to go up, the biting cold current almost froze him, and every time he raised his arms, it was extremely difficult.

"It's not far away, it's only a short distance away. As long as we return to the Frozen Realm, everything will be easy."

"There is still a thousand feet left. Ye Feng, you have to persevere. If you fall, the main vein of the Ye family will be finished."

"Eight hundred feet, can't sleep. You haven't avenged your revenge yet, the sect has just been established, and thousands of people on Guye Mountain are still waiting for you to preside over the sect ceremony."

"550 zhang, Ye...Feng, don't forget that the oath you made...at the Hengyue faction...haven't been fulfilled yet. You haven't destroyed...the Hengyue faction, you haven't killed...Sima Chuan. "

At 550 feet below the ice block, a young man in white can be seen on the ice wall with blurred eyes, purple lips and pale complexion, and blisters appeared on the hands holding the curved blade.

"Ye... Feng! Since the day you were born..., you have been tortured by... the black energy in your body... so painful. This pain is fatal to others, but to you... it's just a tickle That's all. Hold on, even if you die, you will kill the Hengyue faction and kill Sima Chuan." Ye Feng's lips moved slightly, and he gritted his teeth and muttered.

Gradually, his blurred eyes recovered a bit of spirit, and even the hands holding the curved blade gained a bit of strength.

I saw him tentatively staring at the ice skating below with his right foot, slowed down his strength, straightened his body and continued to go upwards.

Ye Feng's strength is not comparable to that of ordinary teenagers of the same age.The pain he endured exceeded the suffering of many people in their lifetimes.

Just like at this moment, who would have thought of a 15-year-old boy crawling hard on a steep glacier?Who would have thought that his climb would cover a distance of several thousand feet?
No one would think of it, because very few people could do it.

But those who can do it are all people with a strong heart. If they don't fall in the future, then such people will definitely become the pride of the dragon and phoenix.

550 Zhang, 320 Zhang, [-] Zhang, [-] Zhang.

Ye Feng broke the distance with his strong heart. When Ye Feng was 120 feet away from the top of the ice pit, his eyes closed again, and the left hand holding the curved blade released three fingers, only the thumb and index finger Also buckled the handle of the curved blade.

"Go...no...go? I...feel...very close...is this my...limit?"

Ye Feng's lips moved slightly. He had no strength left, and only he could hear the whispers coming from his mouth.

"No...it's...the limit, I...haven't...lost yet."

Ye Feng refused to admit defeat, but just as he closed his slightly moving lips, the curved blade clasped by the two fingers of his left hand suddenly slashed, and Ye Feng's body swooped down a hundred meters. With the curved blade piercing the ice wall, Ye Feng must have fallen to the bottom of the pit again.

The frightening scene stimulated Ye Feng's heart that gradually stopped beating. He slowly opened his eyelids, raised his head slightly to look up, and then looked at the blisters on his right hand. There was a cruel look in his eyes. .

"I didn't... lose. Sima Chuan, you... think that throwing me... into the ice pit can... put me, Ye Feng... to death? No!"

Ye Feng roared towards the top with what little energy he had left, and then he didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly lifted the curved blade in his left hand, directly cutting the blister on his right hand.

The skin was cut, and the pain made Ye Feng's eyes light up, and even his spirit recovered a little.

"Sima Chuan, wait for me, I will come up and reap your life right away."

Under the brief lucidity, Ye Feng tightly grasped the curved blade in his left hand, then swung his left arm and pierced the curved blade into the ice wall, and climbed towards the top of the pit again.

120 feet, one hundred feet, 78 feet, 42 feet.

When three hours passed, Ye Feng was less than 23 feet away from the top of the pit.

With unreconciled perseverance, Ye Feng was finally less than 23 feet away from the top of the pit.But the distance of more than 20 feet seems to be a river of heaven that Ye Feng can hardly cross.

"I'm...so...cold, and my hands...don't have...sensitivity. I can't... climb up, really... can't... climb up."

Ye Feng couldn't feel where his hands were, because his hands were already frozen and bloody.

At this moment, Ye Feng longed for the bones in his body to bring a tingling pain to his nerves, even a little bit could bring back his numb nerves.

"dying."

The ten fingers of Ye Feng's hands gradually showed signs of loosening, and he no longer had the strength to grasp the two curved blades tightly.

Seeing that Ye Feng's ten fingers were about to leave the curved blade, Ye Feng's body trembled suddenly.

I don't know why Ye Feng is like this, but judging from Ye Feng's constant shaking of his head, something seems to flash in his mind.

"Daddy, Sister Zidie, Manager Yang, don't die, don't die... don't die at all."

Although I don't know what is going on in Ye Feng's mind at this time, but two lines of tears can flow from his closed eyes, which is enough to guess that the picture in Ye Feng's mind must make him extremely sad.

"Don't die, I will climb up, and I will definitely be able to climb up."

Ye Feng suddenly opened his eyes, filled with sorrow and tears.

He didn't wipe his tears, but looked up at the top of the pit, slowly retracted his bloody left hand, and slapped the knife edge on his chest and abdomen hard.

Instantly!A heart-piercing wail came out of the deep pit, and passed through layers of frosty white mist, until the wailing was heard three miles away before dissipating.

At this time, three miles to the west of the ice pit, after a little bit of dispelling the frost and white mist, there were five people and a young Snow Tiger whose whole body was snow-white.

There were five people, four men and one woman. The four men were all wearing black robes, and their caps had already been taken off. One of them, a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears, was half squatting, stroking the head of the white tiger beside him, The remaining three men and one woman were surrounded by a dead man who hadn't breathed.

"Four senior brothers, my little sister, what am I talking about? You still say he is a poor ghost. He is an inner disciple of the Wuji Sect." The woman dangled a stack of thousand taels of silver bills from the corpse, proudly Waving and laughing.

"Hey! Sister Luo Qi, you are really convinced. No wonder you can be accepted as a female disciple by the third elder. It is indeed outstanding." A tall man among the four nodded his head and spoke in praise.

"That's right! No matter who it is, as long as our Junior Sister Luo Qi takes a look at him, Junior Sister will definitely know whether the other party has money." A burly man among the four gave Luo Qi a thumbs up, looking at Luo Qi with fiery eyes. Luo Qi was full of admiration.

"Ahem! Okay! It's not like the four of us have just met Junior Sister Luo. Um...you all move away. You see that Xuehu's eyes are green with hunger, and even his saliva is drooling. Let my Xuehu first The tiger ate this dead body.”

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