At this time, Bai Yu was still trying to absorb the essence blood of the snow dragon, and wanted to wait for the success of the tempering before leaving the customs, and then return to Baicheng with the blood iron tree, when the time comes, even the stone roar can not be used, and directly let the blood iron tree be powerful, and the wind cold is to pull ten more black-level low-grade helpers, and Bai Yu will definitely not be afraid of him, but Bai Yu does not know that as early as the successful breakthrough of the stone roar, the wind cold will go out of the customs three days ahead of their budget, and at this time they are in the white city, and the white city is controlled by the bitter Bai Cheng powerhouses, Bai Cheng is already in danger under the threat of wind and cold, and now Bai Cheng has nothing to rely on, unless the void bitterness can temporarily block the wind cold, let the stone roar go out smoothly, otherwise the day of doom in the White City will definitely be staged today.

Let's talk about the White City at this time.

Blocking a powerful cloud of destructive energy, Feng Han's heart was gradually stirred up with fire, and the clay people had three points of fire, not to mention Feng Han, who had just mastered the black-level cultivation.

In Feng Han's eyes, now he has become the strongest level powerhouse in Shenzhou, the black-level martial emperor, the purple-level powerhouse is just a stronger ant for him, just more than seventy purple-level powerhouses, and he doesn't even need to go all out, but the current situation is that Feng Han is trapped in a trapped formation composed of more than seventy purple-level powerhouses, with the help of that mysterious formation, Feng Han can't even forcibly break through with black-level cultivation, and occasionally one or two wind chills break out of the formation, but after that, Feng Han found out that it was the conspiracy of the people who were vain and bitter, just trying to lure him into the bait, once he launched a charge in the formation, there would be two or three crazy purple-level powerhouses rushing forward, pulling the wind chill to explode together, if it weren't for the wind chill being resolved by the body protection qi every time, the wind chill at this time may not be able to support it.

Although his body was not harmed at all, but the dignified black-level powerhouse was trapped by a group of guys who he regarded as miscellaneous, this was definitely not the situation that Feng Han expected, seeing that there were still more than thirty purple-level powerhouses still circling around him, Feng Han couldn't help but tremble lightly.

It's just a few faces, and in less than a minute, more than forty purple-level powerhouses blew themselves up in order to block the wind and cold, or they didn't hesitate to do so.

With the decrease in the number of people, the encirclement has become weaker and weaker, silently calculating the time in his heart, and the void bitterness can't help frowning slightly, although the void bitterness can be felt, the stone roar is already speeding up to refine the Xuan Qi, but it will take at least a minute for the stone roar to be able to get out, judging from the speed of the death of the purple-level powerhouse, at this time, there are still more than thirty purple-level powerhouses in the field that are absolutely unable to resist, ignoring the wind and cold that are still in the encirclement, the void bitter immediately turned to look at Song Ming and the others on the moat, his eyes just collided with Song Ming's eyes, and the corners of the void bitter mouth showed a weird smile, which made Song Ming's heart cold。

But before Song Ming could react, Li Yujian, who was originally suspended on the morning whirlpool, and several Li family powerhouses suddenly burst out with a powerful Xuan Qi at their feet, flying towards the space where the void was located, and the body was still flying, the pupils of several purple-level powerhouses led by Li Yujian suddenly expanded, and a thick black mist quickly climbed into everyone's eyeballs, rendering the eyeballs of several people into pure black, just like the purple-level powerhouses who were looking for an opportunity to attack around the wind and cold at this time, the powerful Xuan Qi was surging, and the qi sea in Li Yujian and the others was destroyed one after another, and the Xuan Qi was rapidly burning and agitating in the broken sea of qi, pushing the bodies of Li Yujian and the others to shoot quickly into the air.

Seeing Li Yujian and the others suddenly rushing forward, Song Ming and the others were a little stunned at first, but after seeing the evil smile on the face of the void, everyone immediately understood that this must be the ghost of the void, and now Li Yujian has become the same as the seventy or so unlucky ghosts, everyone knows very well that under the control of the void, the fate of Li Yujian and the others will definitely be the same as that of Li Undefeated who just exploded, as soon as they thought of this, Song Ming and the others immediately became more depressed, after all, Li Yujian is Bai Yu's relative, and Song Ming and other Heavenly Sword Ancestors are the same generation of people, Li Yujian and others have also made contributions to Baicheng that others have not made, but now they are controlled by the void to act as cannon fodder。

Thinking of this, Song Ming hoped that the person he had chosen was himself.

But at this time, among the crowd, the saddest person in the heart is the broken water, as early as decades ago, under the introduction of the master to know Li Yujian in the girl's period, the broken water flow identified the other half of his heart, even if Li Yujian married the Tang Emperor, the broken water flow is still tightly concerned, after Li Yujian was widowed, the broken water flow has been with Li Yujian, for Li Yujian to solve problems, but he has not dared to tell the love in his heart, it can be said that he and Li Yujian are separated by a thin layer of window paper, and now I see Li Yujian being manipulated by the bitterness, and the broken water flow almost can't help but rush out。

But after thinking of the burden on his shoulders now, Broken Water had to suppress the impulse in his heart, and took back the Xuan Qi on the soles of his feet, between the powerful Xuan Qi drumming, constantly slapping the rationality of Broken Water Flow, how much Broken Water Flow, he could be impulsive for the person he loved, like Bai Yu dared to love and hate, but in the end, Broken Water still chose to watch his lover go to death, the anger in his heart surged like the water of the Yellow River, Broken Shui Liu's gaze only stayed on Li Yujian for a moment, and then transferred to Xuku, looking at the evil smile on the corner of Xuku's mouth, the fire of hatred in Broken Water's heart has been ignited。

There is no doubt that if the wind and cold crisis is lifted, there is still life left in the void suffering, and even if the water flow is cut off, even if it is a fight for life, it is necessary to let the head of the void suffer pay tribute to Li Yujian.

But now the broken water flow can only think so in my heart, not to mention whether the void suffering can still live after this turmoil, that is, the void suffering can survive, with the ability of the void bitterness, can the broken water flow really hurt the void suffering, can the purple-level high-grade powerhouse quietly and easily control it when they are on guard, this ability of the void bitterness is definitely not something that ordinary cultivators can have, at least the broken water flow does not dare to imagine whether he still has the courage to fight in the face of such an enemy.

However, this is also the reason why the water is cut off, or the others cannot become the second White Feather, they do not have the courage of the White Feather.

Seeing Li Yujian and others rushing up, Feng Han finally found out that something was wrong, one moment Li Yujian and the others were obviously fine, but the next moment, just a blink of an eye, Li Yujian and the others suddenly became lifeless, and the agile qi on their bodies disappeared completely, becoming the same as before, seeing that there was an evil smile on the face of the void bitterness that it was impossible for a monk, Feng Han immediately thought of something, but despite this, Feng Han still didn't dare to believe that the void bitterness was so capable that even he could not do it as a black-level martial emperor powerhouse, how could a mere purple-level top-grade He De be able to control a purple-level top-grade powerhouse in an instant, and even controlled in batches, controlling dozens of purple-level powerhouses at the same time, making them all puppets that can be sent to death and explode.

However, in his heart, Feng Han was also unwilling to entangle with this group of walking corpse-like purple-level puppets anymore, after all, under the moat, there was still an energy that could threaten him was expanding, and in a minute at most, that energy could reach a state of perfection.

The one-minute countdown has begun, Feng Han knows, and the void bitterness is also very clear, the wind chill will definitely not sit still, at this time, the stone roar is about to come out, and the energy fluctuations and soul fluctuations caused by it can even be easily sensed by him, and the wind chill with black-level cultivation must have been felt very early, and the purpose of the void bitterness is so obvious that the purple-level powerhouse bombards the wind chill, and the purpose is also very obvious, Feng Han is not an idiot.

At this time, Wind Chill must not be able to wait to wreak havoc, if he can't block Wind Chill's next attack and let Wind Chill break through the blockade, then the stone roar that is breaking through will be very dangerous.

Between the thoughts and thoughts, the divine consciousness attached to the purple-level powerhouses quickly worked, controlling all the purple-level powerhouses to strengthen the blockade, locking the space where the wind and cold were located tightly, and the purple Xuan Qi fused together to form a lilac Xuan Qi balloon, wrapping the wind and cold inside, above the lilac ball of light, dozens of purple-level powerhouses were embedded in it, and in the sea of qi that had long been destroyed, the purple Xuan Qi was rising wildly, as if it would burst open up just one chance, and everything in the middle of the light ball would be blown into nothingness, If these forty or so purple-level powerhouses blew themselves up at the same time, then how powerful would it be.

And this point is not only clear to the void, but Feng Han is also very clear, yes, after seeing the lilac ball of light forming, Feng Han no longer dares to act rashly, for fear that if it is not good, he will pay the price for his impulse.

Although Feng Han has that self-confidence, even if more than forty purple-level powerhouses explode at the same time, he can escape with his strong cultivation and will not suffer any harm himself, but after seeing the power of the powerhouses in Baicheng, Feng Han also has to become cautious, after all, the aura under the moat is getting stronger and stronger, and Feng Han must remain the strongest, if he can't avoid the self-explosion of these purple-level powerhouses, then if the one under the moat breaks through, then he will have to face a black-level powerhouse of the same level after being bombed。

Although Feng Han is very conceited about his strength, even if he is a strong man of the same level, there are not many people who are his opponents, because his Xuan Qi attribute is corrosive, and no energy and objects can escape the damage of the Xuan Qi attribute, at this point he has a great advantage, coupled with the background of the Ethereal Peak, Feng Han has a lot of combat skills in his hands, and the moves are all treasures that kill the enemy and win, just a black level who has just come out of the level, may not be able to shake his authority, but Feng Han still does not want to fall into a bitter battle, he must be ready to fight with a strong man of the same level,

(Zilang Literature)