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Along the way, ice peaks burst and glaciers collapsed.

It's like a demon god who has broken out of a prison.

In the blink of an eye, the figure came closer, and with a bang, it landed on the top of an ice peak thousands of meters away from the Qilin Cliff, stopped, and showed its true face.

But he is a black and strong young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

He was burly, full of muscles, like a hill uplift, full of metal power texture, wearing a tiger skin cloak, hunting and flying in the cold wind, black iron heart guards on his chest, animal skin combat boots, and a pale yellow stone bow in his hand, facing Song Wujian in the sky in the distance.

Countless people took a breath of cold air at this moment.

Another master.

Everywhere he passed, everything was destroyed, and the power of his physical body seemed to be destroying the emperor's soldiers, and he didn't know how many ice peaks he had broken and how many glaciers he had broken along the way, it was simply a humanoid magic weapon.

"It's him...... It's him, that disciple of the Xinyun Sect, Zhang Mengfei!" Someone in the distance exclaimed, recognizing that this black and strong young man who appeared in a shocking way was Zhang Mengfei, who defeated the main town of Wuzhuang Guanguan with two knives in the battle of "Miaoshengfang" in the past.

The crowd was in a stir.

"Who are you, you don't know whether you live or die, and you dare to meddle in my affairs?" Song Wuqian shouted angrily, he didn't know Zhang Mengfei, and he had accumulated infinite killing intent in his heart.

Today is the day of fame that shocked the world that he had been waiting for, and he was deflated continuously, so that the anger in his heart was about to be uncontrollable.

Zhang Mengfei was silent.

Zhang Mengfei took a deep breath, took a horse step under his feet, his waist and eyes were united, he held the pale yellow longbow in his hand, his arms were strengthened, and the arm muscles bulged like black iron hills, only to hear a clear squeaky sound in the air, and the pale yellow longbow was slowly pulled away.

The longbow was eventually drawn like a full moon, and the entire bow glowed with a pale yellow glow.

There was a flash of brilliance on the bowstring, and a large pale yellow arrow slowly generated from nothing.

This bow is really huge, standing on the ground is a full person high, the bow body is simple, the whole body is yellow, there is no rune or pattern flickering on it, as if carved from a rock, the yellow arrow on the bowstring is finally formed, it is also more than two meters long, the shape is extremely exaggerated, flashing with golden flames.

This pale yellow arrow is just a phantom.

But it gives it a real metallic feel.

The tip of the arrow was aimed at Song Wujian in the sky.

Zhang Mengfei's whole person was like a statue, full of violence and murderous beauty, and he opened his mouth and shouted: "Song Wuji, dare to take my arrow?"

Song Wuqian was furious, he didn't think about it, and sneered: "Why don't you dare ......?"

The voice did not fall.

Shout!

A golden light swept across the sky.

At this moment, countless people felt that their eyes were going to be blinded by that brilliant streamer.

It was as if something terrifying had burst out of its cocoon at this moment.

A force that is indescribable in words instantly pierced the sky, as if something unstoppable was vented, between the lightning and the fire, the streamer penetrated the void and disappeared in the distance of space, and in the sky, there was a clear and incomparably clear crack.

Only a few real masters understand what is born.

Most people are still sluggish.

In the sky, Song Wujian and the three mysterious white old servants beside him stood in a daze, with an uncontrollable look of fear on their faces.

On the ice peak, Zhang Mengfei still maintained the posture of opening the bow, but the pale yellow longbow had already returned to its original state, and the big arrow on the string had already been shot out without knowing when.

Between heaven and earth, there is a death-like tranquility.

Everyone was still immersed in the power of the earth-shattering weeping ghost god just now.

It was at this time that-

Shout!

Buzz!

The sharp whistling of the arrow breaking through the air, and the humming of the bowstring trembling, resounded between heaven and earth.

Then there were four successive popping bangs.

Something that no one expected was born, only to see blood mist flying in the void, white bones splattering, Song Wujian and the three mysterious white old servants behind him, originally without the slightest injury on their bodies, but at this moment, without warning, they exploded like a balloon that had been blown up, the plasma flew out, the broken bones splattered, and the bones were gone.

Kill with one stone!

The air was filled with layers of blood.

In the sky, the clouds split in two, leaving the scar of the big arrow.

Countless people took a breath of cold air at this moment.

What kind of arrow is this, and what kind of power does it contain? This should be the ultimate in archery, right?

It turns out that archery has been cultivated to the extreme, and it is so terrifying!

"Good bow, good arrow, good archery!" The big fat man with white and bright ears closed his eyes, carefully reminisced for a moment, revealing a look of intoxication, and couldn't help sighing: "I didn't expect that it has only been less than three or four months, and the archery skills of Brother Zhang Mengfei have been so terrifying!"

The tall and thin young man with the sword said solemnly: "To be precise, the strength of his physical body has reached an incredible level, and this sword is shot out purely with pure power...... That bow was one of the imitation immortal stone tools that Brother Zhou got on the outskirts of the Imitation Immortal City, and it had already dried up, but I didn't expect it to have regained its power!"

On the other ice peak not far away, the extremely arrogant and domineering purple figure was also a little surprised at this moment, and a pair of eyes stared at Zhang Mengfei on the ice peak in the distance, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

One stone!

Heaven and earth are silent.

For all the Great Yan Cultivators of the True Realm, it was as if they had experienced a strange dream.

Especially when they knew that this arrow came from the hand of a disciple of the Heart Cloud Sect, the shock in their hearts was simply indescribable.

Song Wujian has no one to stop the Great Yan Xiuzhen Kingdom these days, and the strength he shows is definitely the first in the Great Yan Xiuzhen Kingdom, and his four mysterious white old servants are also unfathomable, killing people like hemp, and any one of them can sweep the Great Yan Xiuzhen Kingdom Xiuzhen, but it is such an absolutely invincible combination in their opinion, and they can't even catch an arrow.

So......

The previous legends about Zhou Liang and Zhang Mengfei are all true.

At this moment, almost all the cultivators of the Great Yan Cultivation True Realm vaguely understood one thing-the rise of the Heart Cloud Sect seemed to be unstoppable.

The reason why these two words seem to be used is because the only doubt at present is that the "Ancient Holy Body" of Wuzhuang Guan, Saint Xuanyuan, has also returned from the "Ten Thousand Souls Battlefield", if he also has to meet a strange fate and can fight against Zhou Liang and Zhang Mengfei, then Wuzhuang Guan can still contain the Xinyun Sect.

In this way, today's Qilin Cliff Battle has become even more important.

It will determine the pattern of cultivation in the future of Dayan's cultivation of the true country.

A trace of light flashed in the sky in the distance, and 6 continued to fall on the ice peak where Zhang Mengfei was standing, all of them were some young men and women, it was Luo Fat, Zhang Fu, Guan Xiaoyu and Nalan Ruoxi and others, who came to help Zhou Liang.

Zhang Mengfei put away his longbow and stood quietly among a group of handsome men and women, looking inconspicuous.

But between this piece of heaven and earth, no one dares to underestimate this honest and wooden Zhang Mengfei in the slightest.

Fight to fame.

And Song Wujian and others are like a joke, a group of clowns jumping off the beam, stepping stones, the only role of their appearance today is to set off Zhang Mengfei's strength and terror.

……

"The garbage has been swept away, let's fight!"

Zhou Liang stood on the north peak, pointed out, and the sword light suddenly filled the void.

The sword light swept towards Saint Xuanyuan.

Boom!

Saint Xuanyuan's eyes opened and closed, the essence of light shot out, and the snow sword came out of its sheath and slashed into the air.

The sword light in the sky was woven into a net, and it was immediately cut in half by this sword, and it was annihilated in the void.

However, at this moment, Saint Xuanyuan had already merged his human sword and turned into a streamer, and he bounced up like lightning and stone fire, and attacked and killed Zhou Liang.

"Good time!"

The peach wood sword and the ink stone knife instantly appeared in his hand, and Zhou Liang let out a loud cry and rubbed his body.

The battle kicked off in an instant before many people could recover from the shock of Zhang Mengfei's shocking arrow.

Ding Ding!

In the air between the south and north peaks, clusters of piercing sparks suddenly erupted.

The sound of the fierce collision of magic weapons was as continuous as rain hitting plantains.

The eyes of ordinary cultivators could no longer catch the two figures holding the sword, and in the void, there were only endless streamers flying back and forth, drawing a trail that could not be traced like antelope hanging horns.

Occasionally, two figures appeared in the sight.

Just when many people were trying to capture the state of these two people, suddenly a sword streamer flashed by, slashing the figure.

It turned out to be an afterimage left in the void during the high movement, not the true bodies of Zhou Liang and Saint Xuanyuan.

For many cultivators of the Great Yan Cultivation True Kingdom, this was definitely a dazzling scene for them.

Although there was no majestic terrifying Taoist true qi fluctuation that was as majestic as the sea and like an abyss, such a high body technique and the degree of sword and sword that they could not capture were beyond their reach and imagination.

And many foreign masters also had a solemn look on their faces.

As soon as the so-called connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

They could see that the battle in front of them was just the process of Zhou Liang and Sheng Xuanyuan testing each other, and the two sides were still extremely cautious, and they did not play all the hole cards as soon as they made a move, but the subtlety of the swordsmanship and swordsmanship of both sides, and the degree of mastery of the moves, made them all very surprised.

Even if they were more or less contemptuous of the cultivators of the Great Yan Cultivation True Country, the Northern Regions Cultivation Wasteland, at this moment, these foreign masters had to admit that the two teenagers in front of them, even in the entire Northern Regions, were rare young geniuses.

It's just half a pillar of incense, and the two sides are in the void, and I don't know how many tricks have been changed.

Suddenly, the sparks in the void converged.

The response to the sound of sword clashing echoed freely between the twin peaks, but Saint Xuanyuan and Zhou Liang had already returned to the peak where they were located.

"The swordsmanship of the Heart Cloud Sect is nothing more than that. "Saint Xuanyuan was basked.

He held the sword in one hand, the snow-white sword body was as cold as ice, the brilliance was scorching, crystal like jade, without the slightest trace, and he was able to confront the mahogany sword and the ink stone sword head-on without damage, this snow sword was obviously also an extraordinary treasure.

"Wuzhuangguan's swordsmanship is not necessarily clever. Zhou Liang said calmly: "Take out your hidden true strength! Don't test it anymore, if you only have this little ability, then you will definitely lose today's battle." ”

"Good!"

Saint Xuanyuan's answer was simple.

The next moment, a trace of strange black mist slowly diffused from his body.

The scene suddenly became treacherous.

Saint Xuanyuan was originally as white as snow all over his body, and his head and beard were all snow-white, with a somewhat holy aura, but under the wisp of black mist, it became indescribably eerie and terrifying, as if in his body, a dark demon was slowly replacing him.

The black mist slowly spread, jumping and flickering like a mist, as if it were alive.

An indescribable aura, almost demonic, permeated Saint Xuanyuan's body.

Zhou Liang frowned slightly.

The old man of Yin and Yang once said that there may be some kind of immortal blood flowing in Saint Xuanyuan's body, with a bloodline body, but in the legends about Saint Xuanyuan in the outside world, he has never been seen to cast the innate Dao body, and the power he exerts at this moment should be related to the innate Dao body.

But I don't know what kind of bloodline it is, it's so gloomy and dark, as if it is a demon imprisoned in the abyss of Yellow Springs.

And at this moment, Zhou Liang suddenly had an intuition that even he was surprised by, this dark demonic aura was extremely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

In the next moment, that trace of incomparably thick black mist spread like a vine, wrapping around Saint Xuanyuan's snow sword.

"Slash!"

Saint Xuanyuan stood in place, holding the sword in both hands, raising it above his head, and then slowly slashed down inch by inch.

The whole action is natural, extremely beautiful, and I don't dare to have the slightest fireworks.

It's just that the sword in his hand is hundreds of meters away from the North Peak, and this sword is cut out, there is no sword light, no sword gang, and no sword energy, just like a child swinging a sword, it seems that it can't hurt Zhou Liang who is more than a hundred meters away no matter what.

Most people felt a little stunned at this moment.

But Zhou Liang's face changed.

He sensed a great crisis.

At the same time, the immortal fire and the Xuanyin true qi were urged, the silver shining ice and the golden beating flame spread out from Zhou Liang's body at the same time, the ink stone knife was bathed in golden flames, and a trace of strange veins began to flicker on it, and the peach wood sword was covered by the silver ice light, and the dirt on the surface began to show signs of falling off, and the blades between the mud and dirt were as crystal as jade, bursting with brilliant brilliance.