This fire is the fire of heaven and earth to the sun, and when the enchantment meets, it will melt, and Jian San's face will change greatly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The rain of fire was too dense to dodge.

A flame fell on Kensan's shoulder, and a hole in the white robe was immediately burned, and the skin squeaked......

Jian San finally took out the sword, and as soon as his mind moved, the rainbow sword flew out.

The sword qi was like a macro, stabbing out at high speed around him.

Each sword can extinguish a cluster of flames, and I saw that the sword shadow was heavy, completely enveloping the three swords.

But there was still a squeaking sound from time to time.

The rain of fire became scarcer and rarer, and eventually all of them were extinguished, and the temperature in the air plummeted.

Jian San breathed a sigh of relief, and there were at least five burns on his face and body.

The injury was not serious or fatal, but the blow to his soul made him feel humiliated.

For the sake of sword cultivation's dignity and pride, he gave up the opportunity, but he didn't expect that he almost lost his life if he was negligent for a while.

The previous battle was actually really dangerous, but the danger was hidden and unspeakable.

At this time, Jian San no longer dared to let Zhao Bing strike again, he decided to strike first and strive for victory with one sword.

But he glanced at Zhao Bing, and immediately his hair stood on end.

After Zhao Bing's fireball exploded, he was not idle, he held the spirit sword and kept drawing in the air, as if he was painting a good picture, his movements were much more proficient than before, he looked calm, very calm, and the movements in his hands were no longer sparse.

As his last stroke ended, Fu Yi suddenly came to life.

This time, it's no longer the fire talisman.

In the air, the temperature plummeted, from scorching heat to cold, as if suddenly from scorching heat to severe winter, and a drop of water appeared on the tip of the dragon's blood sword, crystal clear.

A blood ball dissolved into this water droplet, and suddenly, the water bead seemed to rise wildly in the wind, and instantly became the size of a basin, and as the temperature in the air continued to decrease, the water bead finally became an ice ball.

The puck was mixed with a trace of blood, emitting a dark red glow, giving people a strange but extremely dangerous feeling.

This scene happened to be seen by Jian San, and he felt a biting chill from a long distance, and the speed of the flow of true yuan between his meridians became much slower as a result.

Jian San's face changed drastically.

Was it a fire charm just now, and now a water charm?

Zhao Bing's expression was very calm, his mind was clear, he stared at the water balloon tightly, his whole mind was on it, and his heart was naturally much more confident.

Perfectly controlling the ice hockey, Zhao Bing could attack at any time, and it was only at this moment that he had time to look at Jian San, so he opened his mouth wide with a hellish expression.

He really didn't expect that an ordinary fireball, a simple fire talisman, would actually hurt a master like Jian San.

And his current expression fell on Jian San's eyes, which was deliberately contemptuous and surprised.

It's humiliation, it's naked humiliation.

The dignity of the sword cultivator was challenged, and the pride of the sword cultivator was trampled on......

Jian San was extremely humiliated in his heart, so he brazenly took out his sword, and he couldn't care about anything else, and as soon as he pointed out, the rainbow sword shot towards Zhao Bing.

This time, Jian San had no reservations, and the rainbow sword actually transformed into seven colors, like a rainbow, and like seven sword lights, the sword intent soared into the sky, almost tearing the heavens and the earth apart, and the air flow was ploughed open several huge vacuum areas.

Zhao Bing's expression remained unchanged, and he snorted: "Transfiguration!" ”

This is the second time he has used the rune sword, and he is much more proficient than before, and I have to say that he is a genius.

The puck shattered with a bang, but instead of turning into ice slag, it turned into an ice dragon.

The entire ice dragon was pale blue, like the best gems, but the dragon scales were dark red, probably because of the few drops of blood on the dragon's blood sword.

Maybe that blood bead is really dragon blood, in short, this ice dragon, with the domineering spirit of the dragon clan, is indomitable, head-on towards the seven sword qi.

The ice dragon is huge, and a small ice ball actually conjures up an ice dragon of dozens of feet, almost blocking the world between the two.

The two sides finally caught up.

The ice dragon went all the way forward, but the seven sword lights were stagnant in mid-air, this ice dragon seemed to be transparent, and the seven sword qi obviously passed through its body, but it remained in mid-air, surrounded by blue ice, which was very beautiful.

Click.

Then, more voices rang out.

The seven sword lights, as the ice cracked, became a pile of waste ice, and when it fell to the ground, it became water, soaked into the earth, and disappeared.

The ice dragon faded a little, but he couldn't move forward, Jian San's pupils contracted, and before he could react, he was hit by the ice dragon.

Compared to the Ice Dragon, Kenzo's body was so small, his whole body was frozen into an ice sculpture, and the True Yuan almost stopped flowing.

At this time, the ice dragon had disappeared, and Jian San was sealed motionless in the center of the ice sculpture, his eyes were wide open, maintaining his previous look of awe, and his eyebrows were stained with some ice and snow......

Zhao Bing did not stop, continued to hold the dragon blood sword and drew talismans again in the air.

In the Divine Mansion of Sword Three, the snow was falling, a round of golden sun, but it was still dazzling, the mountains and rivers were covered with snow, and the earth was frozen, as if it had entered an ice age.

I don't know how long it took, but the golden sun began to rotate slowly, it was spinning hard, but it kept turning, and the speed was slowly increasing.

As the golden sun turned, golden rays shot out of it, the snow-capped mountains began to melt, and the rivers began to thaw.

Click!

The ice covering Kenzo's head suddenly cracked.

Then, a dense click sounded, and more ice began to crack.

"Broken!"

A roar rang out.

The ice on Jian San's body was completely shattered, his face was extremely unsightly, his face had an unusual flush, and he was panting as he looked at Zhao Bing.

His pupils contracted again, and the fear in his heart exploded instantly.

Zhao Bing is still drawing talismans, and the last stroke has been completed.

The heavens and the earth changed color, and it was dim.

The ground began to tremble, and the white bones turned to ashes, and the sky flew all over the sky, and the smell of earth wafted through the air.

Then the earth began to crack, and countless dirt rolled up.

A speck of dust suddenly jumped up from the ground, and then, more dust began to fly.

A yellow air flow suddenly appeared around Jian San.

Countless pieces of mud flew up from the ground and formed four walls, like iron buckets, enveloping Kensan's body.

Outside the wall is Zhao Bing, and inside the wall is Jian San.

The dust is flying, and the wind is slowly calm outside the wall, but inside the wall is the wind that blinds the eyes.

Zhao Bing couldn't see Jian San, but he could see the other party very clearly.

This is a very magical feeling, the four walls, is Zhao Bing's third talisman.

Dungeons.

A very old-fashioned name, but it is a very terrifying talisman, and the power of this talisman is even more powerful than the previous two.

The wind blew through the dirt, obscuring Kenzo's eyes and his heart.

In addition to fear, his heart is more aggrieved.

Maybe he really didn't expect that as soon as he missed the lead, he would be restrained everywhere, and he would be trapped here at this time.

He waved his hand, and a violent force slapped towards the wall in front of him, but the earthen wall was not destroyed in the slightest, but a stronger force counterattacked, making Kenzo's chest ache faintly.

This palm, as if slapping on his body, made his injury even heavier, and even more affected the previous injury.

When the dirt fell on his body, the pain was intense, and he really realized that he had begun to face death.

He never thought that Zhao Bing would be able to kill him.

The sword spirit of the Dragon Blood Sword was sleeping, how could Zhao Bing kill him?

Until now, he felt that he was too careless to lead to this situation.

But that's certainly not the case.

Zhao Bing didn't know that the Sword Rune Dao was originally the most terrifying cultivation sect in the mainland, but too many rune masters often focused on the matter of understanding the talisman meaning, where there was more time to cultivate the true element, and there was no strong true element, where could the power of the rune be fully exerted.

He just picked up a big bargain, although the dragon lord did not cultivate to the realm of divine concealment back then, but in the end, he was also a generation of grandmasters, and in the entire Qinchuan Continent, he was also the handful of masters who stood at the top.

Over the years, the dragon lord has been looking for spiritual veins everywhere, and in two hundred years, his cultivation has recovered a lot, although it is not as strong as when he was strong, it has also recovered more than half, leaving most of the true yuan in his body to Zhao Bing, so that the latter became a master overnight.

A dungeon talisman with incredible power.

Zhao Bing closed his eyes, held his sword weakly, and waved it gently, his face was solemn and his expression was focused.

He felt Kensan's situation at this time, and saw the growing fear and despair in Kensan's eyes, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Obviously, this dungeon talisman was much more powerful than he expected.

At this time, Jian San was powerless to resist, and could only suffer the stabbing wounds of the gravel.

Every piece of gravel made Jian San's injuries a little heavier, and in the wind, mixed with another of the most ordinary runes, the wind blade was like a really sharp blade, constantly cutting on Jian San's body, countless wounds appeared on his body, and blood kept gushing out.

It didn't take long for Kenzo to become a bloody man.

His white robe was dotted with blood like peach blossoms, and his handsome young face was also covered with wounds, bloody, terrifying and ugly.

As a sword cultivator, Jian San used to be a cultivator, acting perversely, arrogantly, and before he became famous, he had challenged countless masters in the mainland.

Countless bloody battles, he survived, he was defeated, suffered countless injuries, and was on the verge of death countless times, but he still survived, and gradually grew into a generation of Tianjiao, known as one of the top three sword cultivators in the mainland.

He had a lot of combat experience, and he had been exposed to death many times, so he became resolute and tenacious, never thinking that he would one day be truly afraid of death.

Until then, he had always thought that his mind had been tempered to perfection and that he had no fear of death.

At this time, he was really scared.

But no matter what method he used, he still couldn't break through this dungeon talisman, feeling that his true yuan was draining out of his body along the wound, Jian San knew that it wouldn't be long before he would really die.

At this moment, in addition to fear, he had a trace of remorse.