"Hahaha! Damn the so-called famous and decent, let them find their own way to their deaths, and have a good taste of the snow dance and ice of Kunlun Mountain! Die in the middle of the road! ”

Fortunately, the four of them were able to resist for a while. In fact, there is a limit to illusion, that is, after an hour, the magic obstacle will definitely be eliminated.

And if you want to work again, Xing Jiao is afraid that she has more than enough heart and not enough strength.

However, the sky is getting darker, and God will help them!

"Hahaha!" Xing Jiao laughed loudly. And the unscrupulous iron fan set off a strong wind and swept it wantonly.

That's the idea. As long as they survive this period and wait for the dark night of Kunlun Mountain to fall, the so-called righteous path of this team taking advantage of the fire and robbery will know that they will die in this extremely freezing weather.

Between the glaciers and snow peaks, the sky was already darker than the Central Plains. They came from afar, and they traveled thousands of miles to conquer the climate.

The people's hearts are sluggish, and there is not enough food and grass. This is a taboo for soldiers! Even with the support of the imperial court, what about the cooperation of officers and soldiers?

The last line of defense in the Neon Immortal Palace, Ming Wuxuan, Xingjiao, as well as Na Yinglan and Xianglan, all pinned their hopes on this.

Of course not reconciled. The glory of the past cannot be lost in their hands.

I still hope for a miracle! Maybe......

"Huh?!" When Xing Jiao was casting illusions, it was the time when her mind was the most blind.

There was a figure, and the figure suddenly burst out from behind her. He was dressed in black, and his black hair was flying. The blade in his hand was so fast that Ming Wuxian lost the first move!

Just a flash of the knife, I found that Xing Jiao was in the practice, and she was also hit by the surprise attack behind this!

"Withdraw the illusion. Otherwise, I wiped your neck. The voice was cold, just like the snow in Kunlun Mountain, with its own coldness.

Xingjiao is really a hundred secrets, how could someone suddenly emerge from this cliff?

I felt that the voice was familiar, and when I looked back, I was even more surprised, why is it still this handsome fast knife boy? I haven't seen him for a long time, and my eyebrows and eyes have the handsome edge of a man again.

"Qin Thirteen?" Ming Wuyan and Xianglan Yinglan wanted to come to the rescue, but Qin Shisan had already taken precautions. He hasn't been recuperating from his injuries these days, and he has practiced the skills taught by the master the most diligently.

This is a decisive battle, so naturally go all out!

His figure didn't move, but a fractal phantom had already appeared in front of them.

Of course, this is not the same as Xingjiao's illusion, it is that this young man is too fast, which makes people dazzled! This is also the people of Flying Fish Village?

Deng Qianlin has some skills!

The blade swept by, and the weapons in the hands of Urnara and Xianglan, the flute and guqin, suddenly became abnormal.

The string broke, and the magic stopped abruptly.

"Today will be the end of the Seven Killings Sect, and those who disobey will die!" As Qin Shisan spoke, he licked the blood from the knife, and he was actually going to really kill Xingjiao.

Ming Wu cared about the old feelings and stopped the attack in his hand. The hurricane stopped, and Xingjiao finally retracted the illusion bewilderment under the mountain. Shen Wangshu risked his life to go up the mountain, but he saw someone who climbed the mountain before him!

"Senior Brother Qin, why are you here? Master, what about them? ”

Qin Thirteen originally acted with his master and several other highly respected grandmasters. Unexpectedly, the attack and charge were blocked, but these thirteen junior disciples appeared out of thin air.

"Here we are." Qin Shisan slammed Xingjiao to the ground with one palm, and when he raised his head, the sky above this Neon Immortal Palace was really strange.

What is it? It was like a huge eagle skimming by, and from above, several figures landed steadily.

"Master!" Seeing it like this, the eyes of the disciples of Flying Fish Village, who had finally rushed to the main altar of the Demon Sect, lit up. Master, they're here! Falling from the sky, is it by the wind, with gliding wings?

Immediately, he wiped the blood and sweat on his body, and his morale was greatly boosted!