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Thinking of this, Xian Fei's eyes turned red, and he moved forward at full speed, exerting his strength to eat, but he was stunned to find that he had actually chased after him, and the sword shadow could not be found.

He stopped, his face was pale, and he was extremely remorseful, but he knew that this was not the time to think about this, so he closed his eyes and released all his mental power, looking for the remnants of the sword breath.

It's a pity that the realm of his mental power has never reached the subtleties after all, and there is no way to perceive it. stepped on the void fiercely, swinging ripples like water, and the trace flew into a rage, hating Xia Xin, but hating himself even more, Fang Cai missed such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity because of his timidity.

How could it be willing to leave, Trace Fei went crazy, looking around, attacking Xue Feng indiscriminately, but he didn't find anyone but attracted a few ice demon beasts, just small characters, three or four orders, before the angry Trace Fei, their fate can be imagined, they became a punching bag, and were beaten into minced meat, and even one of them with beast crystals did not have any bones left, and they all became minced meat and slag.

"Look, what's that?"

"What a strong sword qi, what a powerful magic weapon!"

"What kind of grade is this? Just looking at it gives me a sense of sharpness. ”

The streamer in the sky crossed, the underground crowd was alarmed, and the eyes were hot when they looked up, without him, the light was too bright, so that the sky shook slightly, and the sword intent was monstrous, even if it was daytime, it was as eye-catching as the moon at night.

"Nonsense, the labor-management martial arts sect, in the face of that sword, you are a second-order, if you don't die at a glance, it's already good!"

Outside the Diyin Sect Bazaar, countless warriors looked at the sky in horror, and the three elders, including Gong Ke Khan, all ran out.

It's just that not long ago, there was a battle that attracted the action of the Holy Strong, and the inexplicable power almost overwhelmed them.

The breath of extreme cold filled the sky and raged. If it is an ordinary martial artist, even if it is a seventh order, he will be frozen if he is not careful, although he will not die, but the injury is inevitable, but there is a person, standing here, stepping on the void, facing the extremely cold air, but he is not afraid, and there is no discomfort.

"Evil spirit, don't surrender obediently, otherwise don't blame this seat for erasing your spiritual sense. "The man was a tall and blue robe, with an unusual temperament, a middle-aged man, between handsome and ordinary, the upper middle kind, and at this moment he spoke majestically, and his eyes looked coldly ahead.

"Whoa."

There was a black and white beam of light, just a little dim, and it was from it that the extremely cold aura emanated, and there was even a third color mixture, black, white, and blue.

The blue, like a chick breaking out of its shell, is getting brighter and brighter, while the black and white colors are getting worse and worse, and are mostly covered by blue light.

Outside the black and white light, there is another mysterious power, as if forming a cage, attracting the blue light, faintly emitting a roaring sound, this sound came out, and the cage formed by the mysterious power shook and had traces of dissipation.

The middle-aged man was Cheng Xuan, seeing that his suppression had no effect, but caused a greater backlash, he couldn't help but snort coldly, stretched out his big hand, and pressed down violently there, and suddenly the Xuanbing Spirit, which was about to break through the shackles of black and white light, was beaten down halfway, and the extremely cold aura suddenly stopped.

It's like a chick pecks at the eggshell, but when it comes out, its body is stuck in the shell, and it desperately breaks free, and its wings come out, and it almost breaks the eggshell, but at the last moment, it is patted and the body is back in the eggshell, leaving only the head outside.

Although the spirit of Xuan Bing is strong, it can be said to be like a fish in water in Beichuan, but how can the black and white light be so compatible? If a hole is opened, it is only because this is just a special force, and if there is no rootless Ping, there is no follow-up power, if it were not for this special power to be endless, it would have been broken by the Xuan Spirit a long time ago.

Originally, it was not so easy for the Spirit of Xuan Ice to break free from the trap left by the Yin and Yang Pool, but when Xia Xin was fighting the Cloud Arc, he was happy to use his own spiritual power to organize a large net with another person to catch the Ice Treasure, but he never thought that the Spirit of Xuan Ice could absorb the spiritual power contained in that big net.

Gathering all the spiritual power of the two mid-sixth order martial artists, this has become the primary premise for the spirit of Xuan Bing to break free from the cage, and the second important reason is that the Yin Yang Pool will not treat it solemnly in the face of a spirit of Xuan Ice that is equivalent to the Holy Rank? Not to mention that it is only a part of the spirit of Xuan Bing, and if you take it lightly, the power you will not use will naturally be too much.

This also explains why the Spirit of Xuan Ice did not dare to act rashly at first, but then it did something different.

Cheng Xuan watched coldly, but he didn't relax in the slightest, Bingbao, although it was only a part, if he could get and refine it, he would definitely benefit a lot, and it was even very likely that he would take another small step on the martial arts road.

The peak of the Martial Saint, and even the final consummation, is Cheng Xuan's greatest pursuit now, he hopes that in his lifetime, he can reach that point, if he is favored by the heavens, he can get a glimpse of the mystery of the ninth order, then he will die without regrets.

Thinking of this, Cheng Xuan couldn't help but shook his head bitterly, the limit that living beings can reach now is the consummation of the Holy Order, and if he wants to make another breakthrough, the difficulty is even more difficult than breaking through the sky, so he has that self-knowledge, and being able to reach the last realm under the ninth order is already considered to be a fulfillment of his wish.

And in the late stage of the Holy Order, Cheng Xuan has been stagnant for nearly a thousand years, although with his longevity, there is no need to worry too much at present, but all martial artists do not want to climb higher, see the wider world, and comprehend different scenery.

Now, the Spirit of Xuan Ice is expected to help him break through, and if he takes another small step, the temptation is too great, if the news spreads, the glacier will shake, and even the other realms may have strong people from the Sage Realm crossing over.

Roar

The voice of extreme anger sounded again and again, and the spirit of Xuan Bing struggled desperately, but it couldn't move its body any longer, and it was completely stuck, and it was in a dilemma.

Cheng Xuan glanced at it, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he was just ordered to pick up someone back to the sect, and something happened in it, but in his eyes, it was all trivial, if it wasn't for that person mixed in, he wouldn't have looked at it.

is such a trivial matter, but he actually encountered this big opportunity that fell from the sky, and smashed it on his head impartially, and the world is really impermanent.

Cheng Xuan didn't hesitate, he was just about to wave his sleeves and collect the Spirit of Xuanbing, but at this moment, his movements slowed down and he looked to the east, where there was a monstrous sword intent that made him all noteworthy, and it was rapidly approaching.

"Who could it be such a sword cultivator? Could it be that Ximen Huang of the Ximen clan? Or is it the Xuanjian servant? But this sword intent seems to be missing something, although it can make me pay attention, but it is far from a sense of threat, it is too weak. Cheng Xuan's eyes flashed slightly, staring at the east, silently waiting.

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