The stream of ice and ice handed out by the swordsman had turned into a torrential rain at this time, surging from behind the magician, which seemed to be like a move of the rainstorm and the city, but in fact it was not a rainstorm and a city-overturning style, but a sword technique that the magician had never seen before.

In that sword technique, it seemed that even the reflection of the cold ice was also used, forming countless ice edges that glowed with light, as well as many light swords that gathered these cold reflections, and erupted in one go. A long sword slashed through the space, all frozen into ice cracks, and the magician could feel the earth-shattering vision contained in the sword technique without looking back.

It was not just a sword technique that he had never seen, but also a powerful peerless sword technique. In the first second after the ban on time and space was lifted, the magician carefully weighed the killing intent and strength of the two people before and after him, and finally decided to help the guy in front of him who used the battle spirit to transform against the sword wielder, because at that time, no matter the strength or killing intent, the person was a little stronger.

The magician quickly turned around and raised his hand to hand out a shocking sword. He was empty-handed, and he was not equipped with any weapons. But when his right hand was lightly grasped in the air, an ordinary standard long sword of the Spirit Emperor period immediately appeared in his palm, and this sword, to the people of the world, represented the last flash of the Gangfeng era.

The metal sword slashed through the air in a terrible half-arc, and where the arc light passed, a scarlet as magma appeared. The scarlet flame collided violently with the blue-white ice, helping me to shoot a circle of colorless wind, splitting the huge sword stream in half, and at the same time, the magician's other hand grew an identical long sword, and with his nephew's movements, an ordinary white rainbow pierced through the sun, just when the ice sword flow had just been dissected, and the swordsman had not had time to take remedial measures, lightning pierced it.

The piercing sword had a bright electric glow on it.

The sword that pierced out turned into Feng Lieshan's spear in the middle of the road.

In the wind and snow that gradually spread to both sides, a blue-white figure suddenly flashed to the left, narrowly avoiding the throat-breaking blow, and the extremely powerful sword skill in his hand also suddenly stopped. At the same time, the Ice Tiger had already reached behind the magician, and a pair of cold sharp claws had already landed on his shoulder, and the tiger's mouth composed of cold ice was biting at his neck.

Time and space stood still again, and the magician quickly crouched down, and the long sword in his right hand that was on fire slammed upward, and the flames formed a sharp blade, splitting the tiger's head and the front half of its body together. The Ice and Fire team exploded immediately, and the space-time standstill was lifted at the same time. The magician didn't get up, he squatted down and turned around, and the two metal swords in his hands suddenly disappeared, turning into two explosive winds that swept towards the two of them at the same time.

The dull sound of the shock wave crashing against the weight shattered the thin ice that had frozen half of the tunnel.

Broken ice fell from the walls and rooftops, and when the ice collided, it formed a diffuse ice mist, which is the raw material of the soul mist, which is the ideal combat environment for fighters. The two of them, who were blown away by the wind, each slid out of the icy road, fell to the ground, and slowly got up after almost four seconds. The two of them, who didn't have time to meet the Ice Armor, were obviously both shocked by the Gang Wind and injured their internal organs, which could be seen from the difficult movements they made when they got up and the bright red blood left at the corners of their mouths from time to time.

The magician straightened up before they did, and beneath his feet was a circle a foot in diameter, with dry ground in the middle and a thin layer of melting frost outside the circle. The ice-blue mist covered his figure, and from the perspective of the two of them, it looked like a powerful swordsman who was being wrapped in soul mist. The sword skills he just had already received from both of them, and it was the "Guanlan Sword Technique" that was fake.

"Guanlan" is rare to see in the prosperous demon road nowadays, but these two people happened to have seen "Guanlan Sword Technique" repeatedly five years ago, so they were afraid of this person who was covered by the cold mist. The swordsman who can use the "Guanlan Sword Technique" is never easy to mess with.

"Who is Your Excellency??" the fighter asked first, his voice was not the type that magicians were familiar with, but his tone was especially similar to the speaking habits of Morwig.

"Are you Liang Yunfeng?" the magician stretched out his hand, and a swirling invisible storm raged in the center of the ice mist, but his hand did not let the ice mist disperse, but turned it into a wind and snow that obscured his vision even more.

The boxer didn't answer, but once again shook the soul mist in his body, and in the space around his body, another powerful and powerful wind and snow was conjured, so he punched out lightly, and the violent storm and snow merged into a sharp snail, slamming into the wind summoned by the magician, and only one moment the swirling wind and snow were scattered.

At the same time as the wind and snow spread, the magician also saw the person in front of him clearly, with red hair and red eyes, tall and strong, although his facial features were very handsome, his skin looked very dark. This black-faced and handsome young man, with long fiery red hair, danced wildly in the blue battle spirit, like a stream of blood that was constantly spurting out. His expression was different from that of all boxers in the world, without the arrogance of boxers after fusing their fighting spirits, but with a dark and silent perseverance. This pitch-black young man was wearing a robe that was also pitch black, and the robe flew up and down in the vortex of battle spirit, like the battle flag of the ghost, and the golden symbol of the mountains, rivers, sun and moon on the robe made the magician understand that he was not Liang Yunfeng.

The golden mountains, rivers, sun and moon are the symbols of Black Mountain Villa, and this powerful young master in front of him may be the chief disciple of Black Mountain Villa, right?

In the eyes of the boxer of Black Mountain Village, the blue ice fog was released by his own blow, revealing the face of the man, although he was still a little prepared in his heart, but when he really saw the man's long silver-white hair and a pair of silver pupils, he still felt a tremor from the soul. That's the fear of practicing the same kind of magic skill, but the other party is millions of times more powerful than you. If the cultivation of the disciples of Black Mountain Village can be regarded as a small success, the "cute" silver-haired young man in front of him is probably equivalent to the level of the founding patriarch.

That's enough to guide the demon of Ghost Liming!

The Black Mountain Village disciple saw the long silver hair, and he was terrified in the first second, but in the second second, his heart was completely filled with hatred and anger. He remembered the master's teachings, remembered the master's sigh, the young man in white in front of him, could have been the master's greatest help, originally the master also had the grace of knowing him, the grace of saving his life, but he actually betrayed the master, in Gusu City, set up a small branch hall, self-identified as the master of the hall, deceived the teacher to destroy the ancestors, deceived the world and stole his name. He heard the master say that all of this person's achievements today are based on the stolen "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa", without the treasure book of the town faction, there would be no achievements of this person today, but this person neither recognizes his ancestors and returns to his ancestors, nor does he care about any friendship with the same family, openly supports, and even says that the puppet dynasty openly supports the traitor ghost Li Ming, and now the puppet dynasty has been completely destroyed with the death of the puppet emperor Zhao Guangling, but he is still unrepentant, such a person also needs to be arrested and eaten brains.

The fighter thought of this, and the hatred in his heart made him crazy, and the people of the demon path, it is easier to adopt tactics that are beneficial to themselves than to calm down. The red-haired and red-eyed youth, a pair of pupils have been erected, the cold ice soul aura suddenly condensed, and the chain mail with steel needles upside down like a hedgehog grew on his body, and a pair of arms suddenly increased more than three times, the purple robe on his body, I don't know what the mystery is, it seems to be quickly retracted by some special treasure, revealing the half-chain mail and half-werewolf body under the robe, at this time, except for his head like a human, the rest of his body looks like a combination of iron-armored monitor lizards and my howling moon wolf, the torso and upper limbs are armored hammers, and the lower body is as lean as a wolf, with a long-haired body。 He was ice blue all over, exuding a terrifying aura like a devil.

The icy cold air disappeared, and was replaced by a bloodthirsty frenzy, which formed a front like nothingness, and did not face the magician, but behind the magician, who also dispersed the wind and snow and saw the swordsman behind the magician. The magician hadn't had time to turn to look at him at this point.

The sword qi on the swordsman's body converged, like a spring that had been pressed to the tightest, and the huge sword momentum climbed layer by layer under the amplitude of the cold ice and Dongqi, almost turning into a towering snow-capped mountain. The monster-like madness and the mighty mountain-like sword momentum confronted each other in this narrow corridor, and the silver-colored magician was helplessly caught between them.

The magician shrugged helplessly, walked to the side without momentum, and almost stood against the wall, only then did he realize that the swordsman was Wang Shenhai.

The magician doesn't have to think about any cause and effect to know what this midnight fight is. The words that Xiao Huangmen said before leaving were obviously not groundless, or even casually, but meant something. The little yellow door or the master behind him has a little bit of foresight, hoping to use the name of the world's first young master to carry out the strategy of killing three soldiers. The magician has never forgotten that the significance of implementing the White Dragon List is to recover all the sect forces in the world, in short, to destroy the entire rivers and lakes.

In order to achieve this goal, it seems to be a good way to let the heads of the world's martial artists fight each other break the bloodstream, anyway, whether the magic is determined that the Yue Emperor has completely taken refuge in the Jianzhou slaves, he doesn't need the world of rivers and lakes, and he doesn't need any southern sects.

"It seems that such a play has also been staged in the history of Evil Luo Hai City. Yinchen thought so, so he dismissed this idea: "What are you kidding? This is my kingdom of God, and it has nothing to do with anyone else. How the general trend of the world goes, it is still up to my will. Thinking of this, Silver Dust leaned forward slightly, no longer standing against the wall.

The cold mist dissipated, the ice edge bloomed, and at the moment when the magician said that he had withdrawn from the battle, the boxer of the Black Mountain Villa had already opened the Ice Spirit Dao, and instantly appeared in front of Wang Shenhai, transforming into the fist of the dragon bone war hammer, sandwiched a cold evil wind, and slammed into Wang Shenhai's left ribs, and at the same time shouted in his mouth: "You dare to claim to be the best in the world like you?"

The magician raised his hand, gently held his forehead, and shook his head helplessly: "This eighty." It was Xue Wuxian who instigated Emperor Yue to do it. Since ancient times, the love between master and apprentice has been deep!"

"Master and apprentice love give birth to a donkey's hooves!" With a dull sound, the ice bone shield that Meng Shenghai unfolded in a hurry was smashed by this disciple of Black Mountain Village with a punch. An invisible chill overflowed, and condensed into a round surface of ice at their feet, and not a single spike of ice protruded from the ice.

The shield synthesized by the bones of the Battle Soul Beast and Xuan Bing shattered into a thick blue mist in the sky, successfully blocking the offensive of the disciples of the Black Mountain Villa, and providing time for Wang Shenhai, who was already in a trance, to react and counterattack. The chief disciple of the Divine Sword Alliance was not a real straw bag, he came to his senses in this moment, his eyes were condensed, his eyes were coldly staring at the long red hair of the boxer, the sword blade clenched in his right hand suddenly rose, and a cold prism quickly condensed along the trajectory of his sword, piercing towards the boxer like a spear.

However, the strength of the disciples of Black Mountain Villa is obviously higher than that of Wang Shenhai. The fighter sneered, and the fist that had turned into a heavy hammer transformed again, becoming a hideously shaped pincer that resembled the forelimbs of an arthropod. Seeing this pliers, Yinhe instantly remembered his holy light splitting hand, and couldn't help but let out a sour cold snort.

Obviously, this is another ability that was stolen by Hill.

The cold light of the insect limbs was like cutting pliers, and it fiercely clamped the broken sword in Wang Shenhai's hand. The jaws of the pincers and the jagged shape on the broken sword just rubbed against each other and sent violent sparks, almost evaporating the icy mist around them. Under the black dazzling flash, Wang Shenhai retreated in embarrassment, and his whole body agitated sharp sword qi, but he couldn't help the strange power on the mutated palm of the disciple of Black Mountain Villa at all.

The broken sword, which specializes in restraining ordinary long swords, let out a tooth-aching scream, crunched, and broke. Wang Shenhai's face suddenly turned red, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and a pair of eyes that still had a little innocence remained, revealing endless horror and despair. The swordsman lost the sword, so he only had one move to use the bone sword of the common killing, and the disciples of the original Sword Alliance had to bring more than two long swords to spare when they went out, but in this Tongshen Pavilion, for the sake of so-called fairness, each swordsman only had one sword.

Wang Shenhai did not sacrifice the bone sword of co-killing, but instead condensed three bone darts in the form of a battle spirit, and shot them out in the way he thought was the most unexpected, heading straight for the heart, face, and throat of the disciples of Black Mountain Villa. Then all he got in exchange was a contemptuous smile from the disciples of Black Mountain Village. The fighter used his empty hand to send my battle spirit to the form, and that hand turned into a leather pocket in an instant. The boxer replaced his hand with his pocket and gently flicked it upward, and a dragon and phoenix were completely displayed in front of Wang Shenhai. The leather pocket swallowed three darts and quickly turned black, but before the pocket could be completely blackened, the connection point between the pocket and the elbow was suddenly disconnected, and the poisoned leather pocket fell lightly to the ground, falling into a mass of black pus, and frozen, looking like a black iron plate. The moment the disciple of the Black Mountain Villa took the bone dart, a cloud of ice soul mist exploded under his feet, and his body suddenly disappeared into a cloud of wind and snow, and he reappeared a foot away. He laughed wildly, the armor on his upper body disappeared along with the black spear on his lower body, and his gorgeous black head seemed to seep up from under his skin, and his dark and upright figure reappeared in this strange blue atmosphere. The black robe hunted in the tumbling soul qi, like the battle flag of the ghost, the wide black sleeves like the soul flag, and two dragons and phoenixes in the air successively played with the big water sleeves. Because the bony heavy darts were sprayed out of the sleeves that bloomed like poppies, and they were as terrifying as electromagnetic reloaders.