Dense lightsabers-swung frost fire exploded like huge fireworks exploding in the sky. Beams of icy flames mixed with lightsabers scattered across the sky.

The lightsabers crackled like raindrops, piercing through the mist, stirring in the valley, and sinking deep into the earth.

Song Xiaoxiao's face changed.

A cloud of frost burst into flames, signifying the fall of a supernatural powerhouse. The fall did not make Song Xiaoxiao sad in his heart, and the supernatural powerhouse was destined to fall after casting [Frost Fire], but before that, he could buy enough time for the War Department.

But now......

The sound of the sword roared endlessly, and the soldiers' blood was churning, and their faces were pale. The surging sword mist was like a jagged wave, constantly consuming the entire army's defenses. If you are accidentally swept up in the sword mist, your flesh will be eroded away like ice and snow melting.

The sword bell stirred the fog throughout the valley.

Song Xiaoxiao's ears were also buzzing, but at this time, there was not much fear, just like a wolf on the verge of despair, only desperate to make a way.

She bit her lip tightly, didn't say a word, and slammed her legs between the silver frost wolf beneath her.

The silver frost wolf under her is extremely miraculous, with a haughty expression, white as snow, spotless, and a pair of extremely beautiful blue pupils. It is the head wolf of all the Silver Frost Wolves in the Silver Frost Department, and it has the same heart as Song Xiaoqiao.

The front hooves squatted slightly, and it rushed out of the team with Song Xiaoxiao and rushed towards the direction where Ai Hui was in the sword array.

Like a white bolt of lightning, tearing through the mist.

On the wolf's back, the tip of the spear in Song Xiaoqiao's hand lit up with a faint light.

Ai Hui's feeling at this time is so wonderful!

Countless swords surrounded him, his eyes closed, every detail of the valley under his control. The sword formations all over the valley have become his best home field.

Immersed in the sword fetus, the indescribable mental connection with the lightsaber, he almost forgot that he was on the battlefield.

All the shackles are gone, and he can do whatever he wants. As soon as his mind moved, the lightsaber moved. The former Yuan Li circulated, and the five mansions and eight palaces of the past and present have all disappeared.

Is this the true power of the sword fetus?

Ai Hui was amazed and delighted, he was like a child who had received a new toy, exploring the new and unknown world in front of him.

The lightsaber that sank deep into the earth trembled slightly, and suddenly broke free from the shackles of the earth and soared into the sky.

Bright and slender beams of light erupted from the ground. They are unusually dexterous, making graceful light marks in the air. It's like a swift that has been alarmed, and it's like a thorn full of danger, which is dazzling.

The light marks are intertwined, and the beauty is breathtaking.

Most of the lightsabers flew into the sky, and the other four clouds of frost and fire, while a few sank like sharks returning to the sea, diving into the mist.

Ai Hui noticed Song Xiao Apology shooting towards him, and he handed over the frost fire in the sky to the sword fetus.

Before, the sword tire had been fighting alone, until he found that he could not stand up to the enemy, so he pounced on him. His sword fetus was not a harmless sheep, but a ferocious beast. If it weren't for the sword fetus being born from his divine thoughts, Ai Hui felt that he would not be able to control it at all.

Just now he had already demonstrated how to kill Frost Fire, and the sword fetus only needed to draw a scoop with a gourd. Ai Hui's sword moves are all skillful, and the sword fetus is equally skilled, even more skilled than Ai Hui. If Ai Hui's divine thoughts are soil, then Ai Hui's sword moves are seeds.

What Ai Hui didn't expect was that the seed, which seemed weak and poor to him, could grow to such an astonishing point and bear such lush fruits.

It is true that the sword fetus is a "fierce beast", but now, it is still very young, a young beast. A young beast with an astonishingly large arsenal of weapons, but it doesn't know how to use it.

And how to fight is what Ai Hui is best at.

Ai Hui showed how to combine [Beidou] and [Smoke Flash] together to defeat the enemy, and the sword fetus can be completed even more flawlessly than Ai Hui.

Ai Hui was able to focus his attention on Song Xiaoxiao, the biggest threat in front of him.

He didn't dare to underestimate the other party in the slightest, the dignified Silver Frost Sect was also the strongest person in the Silver Frost Sect, how could his strength be weak?

A glint flashed in Ai Hui's eyes, and his palms were clenched as if he were holding an invisible sword.

He was excited.

The joy of breaking free from the shackles and shackles, and the heartiness that followed, was an experience he had never had in the long time since he had practiced swordsmanship.

The sword arrays that spread all over the valley breed a rich sword mist, and in a place where the aura of the sword is so abundant, it is even more like a fish in water.

In the sword fetus, the figure moved like smoke and mist.

Song Xiaoxiao, who was lying on the wolf's back and rushing forward through the fog, had a flash of light in his eyes, his body did not move at all, but the light on the tip of the spear suddenly brightened.

The fog in front of me was cut open, and it suddenly opened up.

A circular sword curtain appeared at some point, and it suddenly broke into her field of vision.

On the sword curtain, a lightsaber swims like a fish, and they form a perfect circle. The alternating aura of yin and yang rippled, and the surrounding space became blurred, and the circular sword curtain was like a door to another world.

[Three Yin and Three Yang Great Sword Ring]!

However, it is several times larger than the [Three Yin and Three Yang Great Sword Ring] founded by Ai Hui back then.

The alternating breath of yin and yang is obscure and unfathomable. Song Xiaoxiao on the wolf's back was not much surprised, she was now sure that Ai Hui in the sword formation was just to impact the grandmaster!

How could a strong man who could impact the grandmaster use the means so easy to see?

But that didn't shake her resolve in the slightest, her body leaned lower, the light of the tip of the spear radiating a bone-chilling chill, the silver-frosted wolf's hooves falling, and the snowflakes blooming.

Even people with guns slammed into the three yin and three yang big sword rings.

Bite!

There was a crisp sound of ice cracking, the sword ring shattered and splashed, and the dim lightsaber flew in all directions.

The lightsabers that flew out were covered in silver frost and exuded a cold aura, like they had been taken out of an iceberg.

The vision in front of him suddenly became clear again, but Song Xiaoxiao's pupils contracted again.

In front of her, a circular sword curtain of [Three Yin and Three Yang Great Sword Rings] appeared at some point.

She realized that there must be more sword curtains waiting for her behind her. Not only did she not feel half frustrated, but a thousand miles of pride rose in her chest, and she spurred the wolf to run wildly, grabbing the flat lift, come on!

A white frost lightning bolt continued to hit the circular sword curtains.

Ding Ding Ding!

The sound of ice cracking is incessant, crisp and pleasant.

Within twenty zhang, thirteen [Three Yin and Three Yang Great Sword Rings]!

The obsession with victory and defeat is left behind, life and death are put elsewhere, she has no distracting thoughts, only one thought, rush forward!

The endless sound of swords and the stirring mist were left behind her, and the roar of frost and fire above her head echoed in her ears, and the cold light illuminated her figure lying on the wolf's back, illuminating the path ahead of her, and the figure of Ai Hui in the center of the sword array in front of her was uncertain.

When he broke through the last sword curtain, his vision suddenly opened up, and Ai Hui's figure was only twenty zhang away!

Song Xiaoxiao was covered in blood, and the arrogant silver frost-headed wolf was covered in bruises, one person and one wolf, as cold as frost.

They were greeted by the six crescents that came quietly.

Ai Hui admired Song Xiaoqiao's bravery and decisiveness, and the women did not let the eyebrows be saved, but their subordinates did not show any mercy.

The number of lightsabers he could wield was constantly increasing.

The dim lightsaber that fell to the ground made a sizzling sound, and the silver frost on the surface was melting, revealing bright spots of light that were spreading. Lightsabers contain the power of divine blood, which is higher than the blood spirit power of Frost, and they are breaking free from the shackles of Frost.

The six lightsabers formed a round of crescents, and the six crescents drew an unfathomable trajectory in the air, with a chilling killing machine, silently.

Probably in a weak situation for a long time, Ai Hui doesn't like those brilliant and powerful killing moves, he prefers those more subtle and unobtrusive killing moves.

[Six Moons]!

Compared with Ai Hui's previous [Six Dao Moons], the current [Six Dao Moons] has undergone radical changes.

The cold light of the six crescent moons is clear, and it seems to be real and illusory.

Song Xiaoxiao, who stood proudly on the wolf's back, suddenly smiled, and transparent flames rose from her body. The head of the silver-frost-headed wolf beneath him rose proudly, and the same transparent flames rose from the blood-stained snow-white hair.

[Frost Fire]!

The frost and fire in the sky were all extinguished, and the valley full of swords in the night was the only icy fire.

Frost and fire spread along the spear, and the whole spear burned.

Song Xiaoxiao raised his head and slammed the wolf's belly, and the silver frost-headed wolf jumped up against the six crescent moons and stabbed out with his spear!

A melodious wolf moo.

The Silver Frost soldiers, who had not yet broken free from the sword bell, woke up from a dream, and then saw a heartbroken scene.

Song Xiaoxiao and her silver frost-headed wolf collided with the six crescents that broke through the sky without any tricks.

"No!"

The heart-rending howls of the Silver Frost soldiers resounded through the valley.

Rumble!

Frost and fire flew in all directions, and the cold moon cracked.

The figures of a man and a wolf in the air still stood upright, although the frost and fire were much dimmer, and only half of the spear remained.

Before the silver frost soldiers could breathe a sigh of relief, the red yarn that came out of nowhere fell on Song Xiaoxiao's shoulders, just like putting a light red tulle shawl on her, which was beautiful.

Is that......

The Silver Frost Soldiers' eyes widened with endless fear.

A red flame rose up, mixed with cold transparent flames, forming a beautiful and eerie scene.

[Flying Fire Falling Yarn]!

Compared with the previous [Flying Fire and Falling Yarn] hard hit, now this trick has no fireworks, is soft and weak, and has an unreal beauty. The power of the divine blood contained in the lightsaber is extremely high, and the temperature of the flames is extremely high, which is even better.

The red flames enveloped a man and a wolf, like an iceberg.

The iceberg gradually melted, and the figures of a man and a wolf gradually faded until they were nothing.

Like a light veil of flames falling from the sky, a faint sigh can be heard.

The Silver Frost soldier burst into tears.

More lightsabers had long since gathered above the valley, and they were like disciplined armies, silently arranged and neatly aligned.

Ai Hui did not sigh, for the enemy, he admired but did not have pity.

Lightsaber pouring down!

A waterfall like broken porcelain fell from the sky, as if pouring down from the Milky Way nine heavens away, and the whistling sound changed from sharp to roaring.

[Broken Porcelain Sword]!

Roars and curses converged into a single wave that seemed to overturn the valley.

The sound is quieting.

Sporadicly audible.

Return to silence.