At the thirteenth peak of the proud peak, Leng Yun finally entered the twelfth peak with the ice sculpture. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the cold air of the twelfth peak was only enough to maintain Liu Huaimeng's form at this time, and it was not enough to condense the indissolable ice and extract the ribs.

"That's it!"

I thought there was no road ahead, but I didn't know that it was another village, and above the twelve peaks, there was a small peak.

"Could it be that this is the last one of Aofeng?" Leng Yun's eyes flashed with light.

Proud peak, the world only knows the twelve peaks, but they don't know that at the highest place, there is another one.

"Probably yes."

Leng Yun gritted his teeth, Yuan Gong operated, and took Liu Huaimeng to the thirteenth peak.

The peak of the thirteenth peak, that kind of extreme cold, even if it is as successful as Leng Yun, it is difficult to resist.

The terrible frost and freezing breath seemed to turn the whole world into a white world.

The more Leng Yun walked, the more she felt her whole body stiffen, but she did not stop, but became more and more determined.

"This is my chance, this is my place to seek the Tao." She is firm in her mouth, and her Yuan Gong is exerted to the extreme, and from a distance, she looks like a flower in the ice and snow world, which is eye-catching.

Meanwhile......

Buried in the dragon wall of the bitter realm, a frost-white figure shuttled out, this person was wearing a white robe and holding a halberd, which was very powerful.

And the first thing he did when he arrived here was to slam his palm into the passage behind him.

But at this time, he seemed to sense that his breath was faint again, and he didn't care about the people in the Buddha Prison, so he hurriedly came to Aofeng.

At the same time, a man in black followed him in distress.

After he appeared, two rays of light and shadow flew out of the passage, and the man in black didn't delve into it, just looked at the burial dragon wall and was speechless for a long time.

"Quickly go and find out why King Jiwu has reached the bitter realm."

This person is the Marquis of Triumph.

Shortly after he left, another visitor came to the burial dragon wall.

"Huh? It seems that the people of the four realms have descended into a state of suffering. He looked at the burial dragon wall, frowned slightly, and then cast a spell, which was actually to seal the passage of the burial dragon wall.

"It's a pity, the seal is sloppy, I'm afraid it's not enough......"

He sighed, but left helplessly.

Soon after, a light and shadow floated in, staying on the burial dragon wall for a few moments, leaving a seal and leaving.

"The Poetic Heavenly City Seal and the Ascending Immortal Dao Technique should be unbreakable." The man then drifted away.

Borneo ......

The battle of the Borneo trench continues, returning to the fierce god of war of the past, the name of three thousand battles a day, once again terrifying the enemy.

There are too many thoughts about the broken island and the fire house Buddha Prison, and there are too many remorsefuls because of this, the former king, and even the former predecessor, all of them are the same.

The Lord of the Curse waved it, sending a blood-red spree, but the most terrifying thing was the death toll on both sides.

"Dance of Death!"

The flying sword, accompanied by the pace of death, the curse lord once again started the battle between the two, but what shocked him was that Thorn Island Xuanjue seemed to have the ability of a prophet, and every time he expected him to take the lead, he broke his sword moves.

"Moves, no matter how much you move, it's useless."

Xuanjue's tone was cold, his eyes were blood-red, the world in his eyes was a scene of killing, it was the miserable ruin of the King Tree of Thorn Island, the will of grief, and even more urged the power of the sword, one knife, which led to slaughter in all directions, and everywhere he passed, there was a bloody rain.

"Thorn Island Xuanjue, I despise you!"

The curse lord said that the two swords merged, and Gou Mang's true image was displayed, and then in an instant, the speed was a few points faster, and it was the same choice as Xuanjue of Thorn Island, and he entered the enemy formation!

"I'm not salvation, I'm just killing!"

The blood red in Xuanjue's eyes was not gone, and his eyes were full of terrifying killing intent, a knife, unstoppable.

"Nine Compass Roots."

Knowing that the other party is skilled, and knowing his own task, Taixi Gong does not retreat, does not advance, but just raises his hand and summons a branch of the supporting wood to trap the Xuanjue of Thorn Island.

"Going deep into the enemy formation, should Genjugo of Thorn Island say that you are stupid?" Tai Xigong smiled coquettishly, but he didn't dare to be careless, and his skills urged, so that the branches of the tree continued to grow and grow.

"Tianyin indicates, it must be the way to live!" Thorn Island Xuanjue paused his steps, and after a long battle, his ears felt a little uncomfortable.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, a knife pierced the air.

The bright brilliance leads to the changes of heaven and earth.

In the face of the terrible extreme moves, Taixi Gong leaned on the earth of the Buddha Prison, greedy and evil to support the wood and evil power to fill the body, and used the Three Princes to perform the mastery in his hands.

The sky was full of Fumu, and at the same time, a wave of palm qi came along the Fumu, and the power of the sword light was eliminated by a move.

"Break my tricks with armor and martial arts, Taixi Gong, should I say that you are smart, or stupid?" The branches of the tree were about to come to the sky, and Thorn Island Xuanjue was indifferent, and sneered in his mouth.

"Kill!"

Tai Xi Gong did not say a word, and gave the order to kill.

But in an instant, Fumu suddenly collapsed.

"How could it be ......" Tai Xigong was stunned, but at this time, it was too late to think about it, and he resisted it with a move.

"You cast the wave of the splitting universe, I don't need to break it, one knife is enough!"

The arrogant words are to restore the self-confidence of the former god of war, but at this time it is also an undefeated fact, the evil wood was injured, the Buddhist prison soldiers lost their protection, and Xuanjue of Thorn Island stepped on the pace and killed back to the broken island.

Three thousand battles a day without giving up, no one dares to doubt the ability of Xuanjue on Thorn Island.

The Lord of the Curse World led to resist and wanted to block the Xuanjue of Thorn Island in the Buddha Prison.

"You can't go back!"

The words of the king are accompanied by terrifying might, the martial arts realm of the two is at the top, the king is dueling, and the surroundings suffer.

The two of them were in the center of the battle, one side of the Buddha Prison, the other side of the island, no one took advantage of the battle, but the Lord of the Curse World was terrified that the island of Thorn Island Xuan Jue could do it, and he was bent on killing him here.

Suddenly, there was a terrifying momentum around him, and Xuanjue Energy of Thorn Island was promoted to the strongest, blood flowed from his eyes, and his ears were even more bleeding.

The Lord of the Curse has no fear, and he has no concessions.

Rumble!

There was a roar, and the entire Borneo moat continued to tremble, but this move was winn.

Under the snowy peak, the king stopped and raised his eyes to look.

The king in a battle robe, although he has changed his outfit, can hardly hide the spirit of the martial king, and he is proud to go up the peak, all the way unhindered.

"Skyfire?" Suddenly, he saw a red patch in the sky, vaguely filled with the smell of fire.

"This is the place!"

The body is a streamer, the snow is drowning, and the figure is already above the eleventh peak.

One more step, and the Thirteen Peaks are in front of you.

"Friend, please stay!"

A voice came.

"Shall I say that you are bold to those who have sinned against me?" King Jiwu came across the border to find the reason for Liu Huai's dream to disperse qi.

"I'm in retreat, so I'll ask my friends to come back another day." Leng Yun's voice was indifferent, she was refining her bones at an important time at this time, and she couldn't retreat, but the people outside were violent, and she was afraid that it would not be good.

"Hand over King Huai, I will spare you from death." King Jiwu said coldly.

This is the first time that the king is willful, and he knows that this time he leaves, the curse lord will be difficult, but thinking of some of Liu Huaimeng's arrangements on the broken island, his heart is a little calm.

"Please leave, or you're welcome!" Leng Yun was urgent at the moment, and his voice became more and more indifferent.