In the midst of the huge flood peak, a white spot of light suddenly appeared, which was the extreme cold, freezing the flood into the ice, and then, without warning, the ice surface suddenly expanded, spreading towards the entire surface of the flood peak at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people.

In the blink of an eye, the surface of the huge flood peak was frozen into hard ice, and the ice was still spreading into the distance, turning the monstrous flood into a huge glacier.

At the same time, hundreds of flying swords suddenly roared up, reflecting electric light, dragging a long tail curtain, crashing into the hundreds of terrifying lightning bolts that fell from the sky.

The sword is made of iron, which can naturally attract the power of thunder and lightning, and for a while, I saw that the terrifying lightning hit the oncoming iron sword, and suddenly there was a brilliant work.

The sky was full of dazzling eyes, and there was a faint woman in a green shirt standing on top of the new city with her feet in the void, but it was Nie Qianrou, the youngest sect master in the history of the Holy Sword Gate.

The wind blew her three thousand green silks, her clothes danced endlessly, and her whole person also exuded a momentum of fighting against heaven and earth.

Momentum and breath, the difference between one word, are two completely different concepts.

Since the last Hangu Pass battle, Nie Qianrou in order to help her master Fan Shanhe, made her cultivation scattered, after that, everyone regarded her as a person who had nothing to do with cultivation, but the contemptuous eyes of the world did not affect her Dao heart, after sitting on the position of the master of the Holy Sword Gate, this woman who was abandoned by countless people, restarted the path of cultivation, and when she built the foundation again, she entered the sword mound of the Holy Sword Gate, and when she came out, there were more than 20,000 swords hovering behind her.

After rescuing Yun Mo from the Gu Gate twice, the powerful strength she showed was completely beyond the cognition of the cultivation world.

Up to now, even if she is only in the realm of the foundation building period, the momentum she shows on her body is not inferior to the power of the Spirit Void Realm in the general sense.

These hundreds of iron swords belonged to the more than 20,000 that she brought out from the sword mound of the Holy Sword Gate.

Under the high temperature and great power of lightning, if it was an ordinary iron sword, I am afraid it would have turned into a puddle of molten iron, but these swords, entangled with lightning, not only did not melt, but the reverse color also pulled the lightning to fly out of the city.

Like hundreds of silver-white dragons, falling from the sky and rushing out of the city.

People looked at the iron swords in horror, pulling lightning over their heads, and for a moment they all fell into a collective momentary distraction, and many people's minds went blank.

The surging flood was frozen into a glacier, and the sky was full of thunder and lightning, all of which were pulled out of the city by flying swords.

The moat array was broken, but this swampy new city was not breached.

Everyone came back to their senses and looked at the two peerless women, and their eyes were filled with infinite awe.

But many of these visionaries thought more.

Nie Qianrou and Xue Qianqian were able to use such powerful means, although it was powerful, but the three elders of the Confucian, Daoist Zun Palace, who were like farmers outside the city, could trigger such a terrifying attack with a wave of his hand, wouldn't his strength far surpass these two women?

With a wave of his hand, the wind and clouds suddenly gathered, and with a wave of his hand, the sky was full of thunder.

The third elder looked at the two women at the head of the city, there was still no expression on his face, but there was a different kind of light in his slightly dull eyes.

Yun Mo stood at the head of the city and suddenly shouted loudly, "Third Elder, if you don't say a word, you will face each other in life and death?"

The Third Elder obviously didn't expect Yun Mo to suddenly ask, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Didn't I say anything before? ”

Yun Mo said, "There is still a fire in the pit, and the soup in the pot is still hot, and I can drink it now." ”

Everyone looked at it suspiciously, thinking that it was time like this, why are you still saying such things, Sect Master Yun?

The third elder glanced at the broth that was still steaming in the pot and said, "Letting you drink leftover soup is not good after all, this is not my hospitality. ”

Yun Mo said, "In that case, make another pot, presumably you still have enough ingredients in that box." ”

The Third Elder thought for a moment and said, "This is reasonable, but," he raised his head, looked at Yun Mo at the head of the city, and said, "Since I have already done it, you can no longer be my guest, and there is no need to stew soup for you." ”

Yun Mo pointed to Nie Qianrou and Xue Qianqian beside him, and said, "What about these two, one is the master of the Snow Flower Holy Land, and the other is the master of the Holy Sword Sect, both of them have advanced cultivation, and they are not inferior to me in terms of identity, not to mention that they are still a long country and a city, and after sitting down to drink soup and discuss the Tao, wouldn't it be nice to have a hearty fight?"

People are getting more and more confused.

The Third Elder shook his head, "These two, and all the people in this city, are not worthy of my broth. ”

He paused and asked, "The two girls have eased their breath, haven't they?"

The muscles at the corners of Yun Mo's mouth pulled unnaturally, and everyone understood Yun Mo's intentions.

Although Xue Qianqian and Nie Qianrou blocked the attack of the three elders, they consumed a lot of money, and even some of their strength was not enough, Yun Mo saw this, so he used words to delay time.

Yun Mo asked, "Now that you have seen my intentions, why are you still willing to talk to me so much?"

The man, who looked like a farmer in the country, shrugged his shoulders and did not speak.

In fact, such an indifferent attitude is already a very clear answer.

He doesn't care.

Or to put it simply, he didn't take Xue Qianqian and Nie Qianrou in his eyes at all, so whether they eased up or not, it had no effect on him.

Such an attitude is extremely powerful self-confidence.

Nie Qianrou's eyes narrowed slightly, and hundreds of iron swords flew back, quietly levitating behind her.

A thin layer of frost condensed between Xue Qianqian's eyebrows, and the extreme chill diffused around her body.

The third elder ignored the two women, nor did he care about the reaction of the thousands of monks on the city wall, he just took a chopstick and wrote and drew in the open space outside the micro city in front of him.

Every time it is outlined, a golden light will appear on the glacier in front of the new city, and it will disappear in a flash, and if the lines of these golden lights are combined, it will be a series of mysterious runes.

These runes are more focused on shaping than ordinary runes, rather than the meaning of the runes, and are more like a clumsy graffiti of a four- or five-year-old child.

In front of Weicheng, from left to right, the three elders held chopsticks in their right hands to draw talismans, and their left hands frustrated the soil in their feet.

However, his previous actions made the tens of thousands of people in the city who were confronting him from afar not have the slightest underestimate.

Even when looking at his appearance, many people will have an unfathomable feeling.

At the head of the city, tens of thousands of monks cheered up their spirits and waited for the battle.

The third elder put down his chopsticks, stretched out his hand to smooth out the talisman he had just drawn, then raised his head, looked at the Xiongcheng in front of him, and said softly, "What do I have to do with you when I kill you?"