Even if the front leads to hell, regret is over at this time, only to charge.

Song Xiao apologized for suppressing the fear in his heart, took the lead, and rushed towards the figure close at hand. The light of the white frost fire above his head radiated from the dense ball of light wrapped around the lightsaber, and the endless sword roar cleared the ears, and the roar of the hive heavy cannon in the distance shook people's hearts.

The night was like day, and the light and darkness shone on Song Xiaoxiao's face.

It's just a hundred feet away, and it's just a blink of an eye, she said to herself in her heart.

The sword arrays in front of them lit up one after another, and the devil in the sword array seemed to be aware of the danger.

It turns out that the devil can be afraid, too!

Song Xiaoqiao suddenly had a little courage in his heart, and instigated his mount to run at full speed, the spear in his hand pointed straight ahead, and shouted angrily: "Kill!"

The soldiers followed her closely and shouted in unison: "Kill!"

The wolf's hooves clanged, like a dense drum beat, and the silver-white light appeared again from the soldiers of the Silver Frost Division, and they were like a silver-white lightning, rushing forward!

A radiant sword array stood in front of them.

But Song Xiaoxiao didn't have the slightest intention of slowing down or changing direction, and slammed into the sword array without saying a word. Bang, the sword array that flowed with light shattered, and the broken sword and fragments shot forward like a rainstorm.

Without a lightsaber, a simple sword formation is not worth mentioning in front of the Silver Frost Clan.

The Silver Frost Sect, which was still in full swing, continued to rush towards the second sword array, and the sword array shattered again!

The five frost fires in the sky also roared at this moment, and the extremely cold frost fire light skyrocketed, entangled the surrounding lightsabers.

Life and death, in one fell swoop!

In the Bloody Eye Illusion, a transparent, ubiquitous golden mist disappeared without a trace.

A large amount of flesh and corpses containing blood spiritual power served as a medium, and the blood of the gods that could not be discharged before was integrated into the sword array. There are constantly long swords that cannot withstand the power of divine blood and are broken, but even so, the number of lightsabers is still increasing rapidly.

The scorching sun in the sky was much dimmer than before, and the golden pillars of light that had been like substance before had now become translucent.

The sword fetus is like an enraged monster, running wildly.

The sound of the sword is as dense as fried beans, and just listening to the sound makes people's blood boil and they are full of fighting spirit.

Ai Hui was not enthusiastic, he was unusually calm at the moment. When the Silver Frost Department stepped into the sword formation, every move was within his perception. He has been locked by the other party, and the strong murderous intent that envelops him is like substance.

Danger is imminent!

What to do?

I am still in the illusion and cannot get out. Since the sword fetus has grown, it has been like a monster that has broken free from its shackles, and it is not under his control.

Ai Hui's cultivated sword fetus was congenitally deficient, and after absorbing the blood of the gods, it was reborn. Many times, Ai Hui felt that the sword fetus was a living entity with its own consciousness. This is not his delusion, the word "fetus" in the sword fetus contains the meaning of a living body. On the other hand, it refers to its unique self-growth.

These days, Ai Hui has witnessed with his own eyes how the sword fetus has grown and strengthened itself step by step. The number of swords in the sword fetus is constantly increasing, and each sword is a new sword intent, many of which Ai Hui has never seen.

Ai Hui, who was watching from the sidelines, benefited a lot and opened his eyes.

However, he was also very puzzled in his heart, the strength of the sword fetus was undoubted, and the self-growth similar to that of a living body was also amazing. But no matter how powerful the force is, once it can't be controlled, what's the point?

The ancient sword cultivators didn't realize this? Ai Hui felt that it would definitely not.

How did the ancient sword cultivator solve this problem? Ai Hui thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't figure it out. The classic book of the sword fetus was a fragment, and many key contents were missing, and Ai Hui was not even sure whether the sword fetus he had cultivated and the sword fetus mentioned in the classics were the same thing.

Ai Hui didn't feel in a hurry about this problem before, he took his time, and he could always think of a solution.

But I never expected that the danger would come so quickly!

The enemy was less than eighty feet away from him!

The terrifying white torrent was enough to trample him into a pulp.

To make matters worse, Ai Hui found that many soldiers in the enemy's formation had taken off the big bows on their backs.

It was Ai Hui, who was not in chaos, and his heart couldn't help but tremble, was this first shot into a hornet's nest, and then trampled into a meat puree?

Ai Hui could even see the hatred and fear on the faces of those soldiers.

Bows are being drawn.

"Damn it!"

Ai Hui scolded, he didn't expect that he would end up dying in such an aggrieved way! Motionless, shot into a hornet's nest by the enemy, and then trampled into a pulp by countless wolf hooves, this is probably the most aggrieved way to die in the world......

Before he could finish thinking about it, his eyes went dark.

Is this dead?" Ai Hui subconsciously thought of this thought.

But the next moment, he reacted, no!

Just now, Ai Hui's mind was attracted by the Silver Frost Department that was charging outside, and he didn't notice that the sword fetus that was running wildly suddenly dispersed, and the intertwined Yin and Yang sword groups turned into two torrents and shot towards him.

The blood-colored pillar of light that always enveloped Ai Hui was unblocked. The sword fetus originated from Ai Hui's cultivation of essence and spirit, and was a part of Ai Hui's body. Ai Hui's spirit is the soil that gives birth to the sword fetus, and the blood of the gods is like nourishment, and the sword fetus and Ai Hui are inseparable.

The group of swords came too fast and there were too many of them, and they instantly enveloped Ai Hui's vision tightly, which made his eyes dark.

Countless swords, like huge schools of fish, surrounded Ai Hui to form a perfect ball. What's even more amazing is that the sword balls composed of countless sharp swords, the line between yin and yang is clear, and they are still intertwined and circulating.

Ai Hui in the sword ball immediately felt a strange rhythm.

Beating, beating like a heart.

This is...... Sword fetus?

For some reason, this beating Ai Hui felt unusually cordial, as if flesh and blood were connected. Suddenly, Ai Hui suddenly realized that the place he couldn't figure out before suddenly became enlightened.

I see!

His mind was immersed in the sword fetus.

Knock, knock, knock.

With little effort, his mind was in tune with the rhythm of the beating inside the sword womb, as if it were meant to be this way.

The sword ball that surrounded Ai Hui suddenly stopped.

The next moment, ten thousand swords rang out in unison.

Ai Hui was shocked, the invisible barrier that had always existed between him and the sword fetus disappeared, and countless divine thoughts were like a flood that burst the embankment, drowning him in an instant.

Instinctively, he reached out and grabbed it, and a small sword appeared in his hand.

The Silver Frost Wolf ran at full speed, and the sword arrays were shattered, destroying the withering and decaying.

The soldiers on the back of the wolf pulled their big bows one after another, and the arrows flashed with cold light. Their movements were in unison, and this was the last wave of bows and arrows to fire. With such a short charge, he can also complete a salvo of bows and arrows, which shows the well-trained training of the Silver Frost Division.

Song Xiaoxiao is beside Hua Yunfeng, the deputy head of Silver Frost, and he is also the only supernatural powerhouse in the Silver Frost Department except for Song Xiaoqiao. The reason why the deputy leader is not within the scope of [Frost and Fire] is that the defense leader is killed in battle, and the soldiers have no leader.

Hua Yunfeng's handsome face was hideous at the moment, reflecting the bitter hatred.

It's miserable!

One-third of the soldiers were killed and wounded, and the supernatural powerhouses were almost wiped out, and the Silver Frost Department had never suffered such tragic casualties. Hua Yunfeng was ruthless in his heart, even if the other party was a devil, he would kill the devil!

Die!

With the hatred in his heart, Hua Yunfeng roared: "Release!"

The bowstring vibrated and was so neat that it sounded.

The sudden rain of arrows roared towards the center of the sword array.

Eighty zhang of distance, for the arrow off the string, but in the blink of an eye. The rain of arrows suddenly came, and the light illuminated the figure in the center of the sword array, a slightly thin young man.

He closed his eyes tightly and fell unconscious.

Song Xiaoxiao's pupils contracted suddenly, Ai Hui!

The last time Ai Hui led the windmill sword, with an invincible attitude, the scene of piercing through the Divine Wolf camp was a shame that everyone in the Silver Frost Department could not forget.

It turned out to be Ai Hui!

Song Xiaoxiao was annoyed in his heart, yes, he should have thought of it a long time ago! The battle was so fierce, and he never found Ai Hui's figure, which was too abnormal. No wonder Shi Xueman will not hesitate to spend such an astonishing amount of manpower and material resources, if it is Ai Hui, then everything can be said.

It's all coming to an end, though!

Song Xiaoxiao, who has sharp eyes, can clearly capture it, enveloping Ai Hui in a radius of ten zhang!

The last ten, eight, and five zhang......

Ai Hui showed no signs of waking up, and the corners of Song Xiaoxiao's tightly pursed mouth couldn't help but hook a slight arc.

Go to hell!

At this moment, a sudden sword roar sounded.

This sword sound was different from any previous sword sound, not the slightest passion, but low and hoarse, like a muffled drum.

Song Xiaoxiao's vision suddenly shook violently, and the silver frost wolf under her shook violently, and she almost fell off the wolf's back.

What's going on?

The whole valley was shaking.

Every sword array, every long sword in the valley trembled. The low and hoarse sword roar was a confluence of the sword sounds emitted by nearly a million long swords at the same time.

Like a gust of wind blowing, the rain of arrows almost reached Ai Hui's cheeks, and the tips of the arrows melted and turned into flying ashes. The body of the arrow melted and turned into flying ashes. The feathers of the arrows melted and turned into ashes.

The broken light is like a mist, dissipating with the wind.

With a shrill whistling rain of arrows, it disappeared without a trace.

Song Xiaoxiao almost fell, and the others were even more unbearable. The soldiers of the Silver Frost Department were churning in blood, the blood and spiritual power in their bodies were out of control, and a strong sense of paralysis enveloped their whole bodies. The limbs of the silver frost wolf under him were weak, and the slightly weaker silver frost wolf lost its balance and turned into a rolling gourd.

Song Xiaoxiao was shocked in his heart.

What is it......

The faint mist swirling above the valley was churning, it was the sword mist that the sword array breeded. Compared with the silver mist that does not disperse all year round on the sea of silver mist, it is sharper and more corrosive.

The valley seemed to be inverted in the shape of a huge transparent bronze bell, and the mist was stirred by the sound of swords, churning violently inside the bronze bell.

At the other end of the mountain, Loulan, who didn't have time to rush to help, stopped flashing his bloody eyes, and at this moment he was in a completely sluggish state, and he muttered: "The sword rings the bell......"

That's right, it's [Sword Bell]!

It's just that this is a sword bell composed of nearly a million long swords.

The closed and narrow terrain of the valley just doubles the power of the [Sword Bell].

When Ai Hui created the [Sword Bell], he never imagined that one day, this move would be able to burst out with such shocking power and bloom with such dazzling light.

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