Ice and fire, white and black, immortals and demons. [Full text reading. 】

The long whip was almost alive in Zhuo Junchen's hands, tossing and tearing like a giant dragon that chose people to devour. Shen Hanfeng's sword moves were sharp, but at first, he only used defense instead of attack. He has always been accustomed to finding out the details of the enemy before making unexpected attacks. And Zhuo Jun's moves and styles intertwined with thunder and fire were extremely powerful, and the onlookers all believed that the pair of masters and apprentices had already made enemies, and they did not leave any affection for each other.

Zhuo Junchen's moves were a little aggressive, and the thunder and fire qi in his body had not yet been carefully refined by him, so it was naturally a little out of control. Shen Hanfeng held the Frost Burning Sword in his hand, the human sword was one, and with a little temptation, he had already seen the details of Zhuo Junchen.

Late infancy.

After a heavenly tribulation, even with the blessing of the demonic qi in the Nether Whip, Zhuo Junchen should not have made such a big leap, but no one could have imagined that he could be so bold in the face of the last tribulation thunder. Looking at the entire cultivation realm, no one dared to absorb the power of thunder, whether it was the immortals and demons, who were extremely conceited and arrogant.

How arrogant this move is, and if you are not careful, your soul will be scattered and you will disappear in the world.

It's just that since it's so dangerous, on the contrary, the harvest that can be brought back is naturally not to be underestimated. Now the supreme power of thunder and fire contained in the thunderstorm has filled Zhuo Junchen's body to the brim, and the magic power left by the micro-living hell in the Netherworld Whip has no power to compete at all. If Zhuo Junchen is given time, his improvement will not stop there.

Shen Hanfeng's eyes darkened slightly, the awe-inspiring between his eyebrows became a little deeper, and his attack became even more ruthless.

Shen Hanfeng treated Zhuo Junchen with sincerity in the past, how could Zhuo Junchen not see how much skill Shen Hanfeng had done at this time? Shen Hanfeng's sword light, every time Zhuo Junchen blocked a move, his heart became more and more cold and fierce. He was taught by Shen Hanfeng single-handedly, except for that skill, Shen Hanfeng couldn't understand it, Zhuo Junchen's every move and style, Shen Hanfeng could hardly guess how he would deal with it without thinking too much.

The contest between the two powerhouses caused a surge of spiritual energy on the top of the elixir peak, and between the wind and clouds changing color, those disciples who had cultivated lowly could hardly see the battle between the two.

When Mu Zisu came to the catastrophe, he was taken away by Du Heng early, at this time, except for a little embarrassed, there was no damage, he and Du Heng stood on top of a flying sword, listening to every collision of weapons on the side of the mountain, which made him feel his heart beat violently.

On the other hand, Du Heng beside him saw it with relish, and there was no worry on his face, everyone else thought that he had great confidence in his Taoist companion, after all, Shen Hanfeng was the number one combat power of the Qinghua Immortal Sect, but Mu Zisu felt strange.

His master has always been a knife-mouthed tofu heart, even if he only took care of Zhuo Junchen at the beginning, he was only for Shen Hanfeng's love house and Wu, and he refused to be able to do everything like this. I don't believe it, looking at Zhan Baichuan not far away, he and Su Yuesheng are almost standing side by side, but they have already had a disagreement with Zhuo Junchen in their hearts, and there is a look of worry on their faces that can't be hidden.

"This master and apprentice are not serious, but don't cut my entire elixir peak." Du Heng's voice was not loud, except for Mu Zisu standing beside him, those people in the distance naturally couldn't hear his chatter.

Mu Zisu was very surprised when he heard this: "Master." ”

Du Heng squinted at him, and a smile provocated at the corner of his mouth: "Why, you don't really think that I am going to put your good brother to death?" ”

Mu Zisu couldn't stop the ecstasy in his heart, and what Du Heng guessed was indeed what he originally thought, and he couldn't say anything to deny it for a while.

"If he is not forced to fall into the devil, Zhuo Junchen will not live for ten days at most," Du Heng didn't care about the apprentice's shocked eyes, his eyes were still looking away, looking at the ice and fire on the elixir peak, "Otherwise, with your Uncle Shen's temperament, whoever dares to bully his apprentice like this will be the first to be broken into thousands of pieces by him." ”

"But, but ......" Mu Zisu stammered and looked at the battle situation in front of him, on the cloudy elixir peak, the turbulent battlefield was faintly moving, and the sound from it still couldn't erase the last trace of doubt in Mu Zisu's heart.

Du Heng pursed his lips, if he wasn't worried about being noticed by others, he really wanted to pull Mu Zisu's ears and reprimand him fiercely;! He, an apprentice, is very clever on weekdays, but every time he lacks roots at such a time.

"Your Uncle Shen's cultivation at the peak of the Transformation of the Gods is only one line away from the Mahayana period. Zhuo Junchen is no matter how powerful he is, do you think that with just a whip, he can last so long under him? Du Heng gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, lest others find out about his apprentice's stupidity.

Mu Zisu suddenly realized, with Shen Hanfeng's understanding of Zhuo Junchen, it was impossible not to find the flaws in Zhuo Junchen's body, and now their battle situation seemed to be noisy, but in fact, they were still controlled by Shen Hanfeng. As for why he was in a hurry to suppress. As everyone knows, cultivators who have just experienced the Heavenly Tribulation are at their most vulnerable. Shen Hanfeng took the lead in making trouble, and others were preconceived, only thinking that this was a housework between Qinghua Xianmen and even Shen Hanfeng's master and apprentice. If someone else takes the lead, I am afraid that it will not be a one-man fight, but an encirclement and suppression by taking advantage of the danger of others.

Thinking like this, Mu Zisu couldn't help but admire the plan of Senior Uncle Shen and his own master, even he, the disciple who followed him, had not leaked it. I'm afraid that they knew early on that with him and Zhuo Junchen's goodness, seeing Fa Xiao's painful appearance, they must be the first to be unbearable, and they have to talk to each other.

Patience with the smile on his lips that he unconsciously wanted to show, Mu Zisu also learned from Du Heng's appearance of watching the play, and still thought in his heart that Uncle Shen and Shizun deceived Junchen so much, most of the explanations of the two, Junchen would not listen, and in the end he had to be the peacemaker himself. Sure enough, Jiang is still old and spicy, and Shizun is afraid that he has already reached this point.

Unlike Mu Zisu's relaxed mind after his doubts were solved, Du Heng's expression became more and more serious. Zhuo Junchen and Shen Hanfeng, you come and go, they are all in the sky. And as the war became more and more stalemate, Shen Hanfeng actually showed a slight decline, and was forced to retreat again and again by Zhuo Junchen's increasingly ruthless moves.

It will always take some time to fully grasp the power that is too powerful. Zhuo Junchen had an arbitrary smile on his face, but the expression in his red eyes was extravagant. Shen Hanfeng's battle with him forced him to quickly digest and master these newly acquired powers. After brushing shoulders with the sword blade again and again, not only did he not worship under the cold sword qi, but the demonic qi in his body became more and more condensed, like a long whip on his fingers, and he was gradually able to touch the corners of Shen Hanfeng's sleeves and robes.

The big red robe added a bit of beauty to Shen Hanfeng's bloodless frost and snow's face, but it was extremely dazzling in Zhuo Junchen's eyes. The long whip was whipped on Shen Hanfeng's left arm, and the delicate red robe was not a solid thing, and it cracked, revealing a bloodstained scar.

Zhuo Junchen licked his thin lips, and a hint of excitement flashed faintly in his eyes.

Shen Hanfeng didn't seem to see his pride, and with a twist of his wrist, he struck a "Wind Sword and Frost Sword". Zhuo Junchen easily avoided it, and his smile was stained with a bloodthirsty look: "Why, Shen Xianjun fed me like this, it would make me mistakenly think that you still have some friendship with me." ”

Shen Hanfeng didn't answer, his tricks were rarely fancy, and when a sword fell, it had to be implemented. Although Zhuo Junchen was sarcastic, he did not slack off at all in his hands. Just took advantage of Shen Hanfeng's old trick and when the new force was not born, Zhuo Junchen seized the opportunity and whipped it from the bottom up. Shen Hanfeng's dodge was slightly embarrassed, but he just avoided his face, but the robe in front of him was torn apart.

"Ah...... Why can't I pump it in my heart," Zhuo Junchen sighed with some regret, "If only the skin that can be pumped can be opened, it would be good for me to take a look at Shen Xianjun's heart, and see if the atrium is empty in this beautiful body." ”

Shen Hanfeng's body froze when he heard this. Zhuo Junchen naturally did not let go, broke the original situation, and reversed the disadvantage. The Nether Whip was blocked back by the Frost Burning Sword, but Shen Hanfeng's figure was uncontrollably forced to fall by the force on the long whip.

The red eyes narrowed slightly, Zhuo Junchen only felt that this place was extremely familiar, and the mountain under his feet was the Frost Sky Peak where he grew up. It's okay to completely cut off the grievances in the place where they met at the beginning!

The momentum of the thunder and fire caused Shen Hanfeng to slam heavily on the mountainside of Frost Heaven Peak. The originally green and warm purple grass was smashed out of a pit by Shen Hanfeng.

Shen Hanfeng stood up with his sword, and with his god-transforming physique, he naturally didn't suffer any serious injuries, but he still couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood. He stood up, raised his head slightly, even if he was at a disadvantage, he did not show any fear, looking at Zhuo Junchen's eyes were clear and cold, and he was proud.

It's just that beside him, the crimson blood splashed on the green blades of grass, and it was quickly absorbed by these seemingly soft and harmless grasses, silently.

Zhuo Junchen smiled coldly, he had the power to whip, in today's battle, he would definitely peel off all this layer of camouflage on Shen Hanfeng's body!

The dragon roared violently, the Nether Whip went without the slightest hesitation, and the look in Zhuo Junchen's eyes was far colder than Shen Hanfeng's spiritual power. Shen Hanfeng didn't dodge or dodge, his legs sank slightly, and a strange silver totem appeared in the center of his eyebrows.

This strange rune emitting silver light made Zhuo Junchen's heart skip a beat, and it seemed familiar. The next moment, he felt a chill all over him. On the frosty peak, the harsh winter came in an instant, the glacier on the top of the mountain spread down in an instant, and Shen Hanfeng was surrounded by ice and snow.

Yes, the scene at this time, he had also seen it on Taiyun Mountain, when he was possessed by the micro-born underworld. It seems that Shen Hanfeng wants to get rid of himself like strangling the Demon Dragon of the Well Guard.

A trace of determination flashed in Zhuo Junchen's heart: he wanted to see if Shen Hanfeng had this ability!

The red light on the dragon ball was shining, and the magic power of the circulation almost broke the bead completely. Zhuo Junchen waved his hand, and the long whip faintly revealed the shape of a dragon, like a demon dragon coming to the world!

Shen Hanfeng spat out a breath of cold air in his mouth, and with a leap of his body, the Frost Burning Sword stabbed towards Zhuo Junchen.

The majestic momentum made the heavens and the earth shake, and the mountain of the Frost Sky Peak made a violent sound of vibration.

All of them breathed a sigh of relief, and their eyes turned to the result of this blow.

Only Du Heng shouted in horror: "Shen Hanfeng! ”

The Frost Burning Sword stopped before it could face Zhuo Junchen, and several thick and hideous rhizomes wrapped around Shen Hanfeng's limbs at some point. These barbed things restrained Shen Hanfeng's movements, Zhuo Junchen frowned, and found that the spiritual power of the person in front of him was rapidly losing and dissipating, like ice melting and snow.

The Frost Burning Sword, which had lost its spiritual blessing, let out a sharp clang.

It was originally a high-grade magic weapon that relied on the master's aura to fight against the Netherworld Whip, but now that it encountered Zhuo Junchen's all-out whip, it was naturally no other result than to destroy it.

Shen Hanfeng spewed out a mouthful of blood mist from his mouth, and his figure, which was already very close to Zhuo Junchen, was bound by these rhizomes and fell back towards Frost Heaven Peak.

The Nether Whip was devastating, and after breaking the Frost Burning Sword, it continued to chase Shen Hanfeng's fall and entangled.

The sound of thunder and lightning exploded, and Shen Hanfeng didn't know what secret method he had created to create this piece of ice and snow in the thunder and fire. The white ice and snow turned into a thick fog, mixed with flying dust, obscuring the two men in the battle.

Du Heng was the first to arrive, and after stepping on the ground, he rushed in regardless of how much danger there was in the thick fog. Mu Zisu saw that Shizun disappeared all of a sudden, and wanted to follow up, but he didn't know how many dangers there were, so he didn't dare to move forward rashly. He was very worried in his heart, the safety of Shizun, the safety of Uncle Shen, and the safety of Junchen. Standing in a thick fog at this time, he only felt that his heart was also surrounded by a thick fog, and he couldn't distinguish between truth and illusion.

He could see clearly, those weird rhizomes were all shot out from the Frost Sky Peak mountain, and the little flowers that looked soft and weak and even quite cute on weekdays suddenly attacked Uncle Shen at this time? After thinking about it, he couldn't help but suspect a person, and fear made him tremble, how many things were buried in this seemingly peaceful Qinghua Immortal Gate that he didn't know at all?

And Frost Sky Peak was not far away, a small mountain peak attached to the location of the array peak, Huo Mei'er looked at the scene of being swallowed by the white mist in the water mirror in disbelief.

She looked at Moon Shadow beside her, who had been silent all the time, with red eyes: "Why is this happening?" Why did they become like this? Before the words fell, she couldn't help but burst into tears in her eyes, and she couldn't help crying bitterly.

A trace of distress flashed in Moon Shadow's eyes, and she took Huo Mei'er into her arms to comfort her, but what she said was: "You have to bear the mistakes you have made." "Their Frost Moon Fox Clan, there should be clear grievances, and it was Huo Mei'er who did something wrong, so she should make up for it personally.

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