The bright light guided everyone to get up and fly away, although they knew that it was a battle between two demigods, but Shangguan Xiaoyao couldn't miss them by his side.

Yin Zhiyao, who was at the forefront, saw a blazing light flying towards everyone, and hurriedly propped up the Yuan Force barrier in front of her and shouted: "Demigod attack! Pay attention to dodge!"

However, this warning was finally a beat slower, and Yin Zhiyao saw that Wei Shuang could not pass the beam, spin and fall.

"Everyone spread out, watch out for beam attacks!"

At this time, everyone in the sky noticed the abnormal situation in the north, and there was a terrifying attack from under the black clouds that was unknown to the gods, and there was a terrifying attack that was enough to kill the Nine Saint Venerables.

"What did Shangguan Xiaoyao do with the Cliffless Martial Saint there?!" The light in the distance flew out, attacking almost everything on the continent.

Yin Zhiyao saw a ray of light streak across Tianyang City, and then the city beneath her feet was cut in half, shattering and falling into the cracked valley.

The gale struck immediately after, and Shangguan Xiaoyao's figure instantly appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and flew towards the scorching sun in the extreme south.

It was a long time before Shangguan's voice sounded in the ears of everyone in the sky: "Go to the permafrost in the south, where we will turn the world upside down!"

Another figure flashed, and it was the Cliffless Martial Saint with a solemn face, at this time he was holding an iron-burning sword tightly in his hand, and the molten iron that continued to sway down the sky burned the first line of earth that passed through it red.

Everyone was swept by the coercion of the gods, and their bodies were all in unison, but they gritted their teeth and held on.

"The Cliffless Martial Saint has the upper hand, but Shangguan Xiaoyao doesn't have any injuries on his body. Yin Zhiyao's face was as usual, and the guzheng in her hand sounded a heart-warming song, sweeping away the coercion of everyone. "Shangguan Xiaoyao needs time now, we must speed up!"

......

"The fire in the furnace, the wind rises!"

Standing on the thick and boundless snowy ground, the fire in the furnace burned the flying arrows into ashes in the air, and then a crack opened under Shangguan Yaoyao's feet.

"This hellish place is not strong. "This frozen land, whether it is Shangguan Xiaoyao or Wuya Martial Saint, is the first time to arrive, and the unfamiliar environment has made the strength of the two of them level again.

And the strange laws on the frozen soil also restricted the two who had not yet become gods from exerting their powers, so that the damage suffered by the continent was repeatedly reduced.

"Rise! Snow Dragon!" The Cliffless Martial Saint raised his hands upward, and a huge mouth slammed out of the crack to pounce on Shangguan Xiaoyao, and the snow cover that had not changed for a long time had become a solid and opaque blue ice, and the cold air blew across Shangguan Yaoyao's face like a knife.

"Slash!" Shangguan Xiaoyao gritted his teeth, and the Xiaoyao Sword in his hand turned into a full moon in the air, cutting the ice dragon on the pavement in half on the spot. "No Cliff Martial Saint, don't be rampant!"

The cold light on the Xiaoyao Sword pierced people, and the sword qi swirled and went straight to the ribs of the Cliffless Martial Saint.

"When. ”

Shangguan Xiaoyao's attack was unsurprisingly split by the Cliffless Martial Saint Swing Sword, and the molten iron sneered and sprinkled a mist on the ice and snow.

At this time, the moonlight had risen in the sky, but what was sprinkled on the earth was not divine whiteness, but made both of them feel a trace of bad blood-red breath.

"The laws of heaven and earth have sensed the battle between us. Shangguan Xiaoyao's hands condensed into beads of blood, dripping all the way to the earth along the Xiaoyao Sword. "Come on, since I took over your inheritance, I have prepared this day. ”

"The old man has never thought of it, and he has never been prepared to fight you; The Cliffless Martial Saint raised the burning iron sword in his hand, and the looming tip of the sword was opposite the tip of Shangguan Yao's free sword.

With scarlet blood on one side and boiling iron on the other, the two men kept drawing circles on the snow, intersecting again and again, and separating again and again.

As if it was a sacrifice handed down in ancient times, both sides loyally followed their own trajectories, each stubbornly leaving scars on each other's bodies, quietly waiting for the other party to fall first.

The sound of the clash of gold and iron continued to reverberate on the quiet snowfield, and the bright moon in the north sprinkled red light, which seemed to cover the blood and cruelty on the ground.

"Hoo ......"

"Hmm......"

However, the moonlight could not hide the growing smell of blood and the rough gasps of the beast.

Shangguan Xiaoyao felt the exhaustion of his long-lost strength, and held his will high, holding the Xiaoyao Sword high, and resting in the same confrontation with the Cliffless Martial Saint.

"Shangguan Xiaoyao, I have always had a question. The Cliffless Martial Saint also raised his eyebrows and raised the Burning Iron Sword, although he was panting, he still maintained his high fighting spirit.

"You ask. Shangguan Yaoyao squinted his eyes, and the injuries in his body were healing rapidly. But the answer depends on my mood. ”

"Why has your body become so old?" The Cliffless Martial Saint glanced at Shangguan Xiaoyao's young disguise, and saw through the old dead aura at a glance. "If it were a young body, your realm might really be a mortal threat to me, and as for you now, if it weren't for the better brain than me, maybe I wouldn't be so embarrassed. ”

Shangguan Xiaoyao, whose disguise was pierced, didn't say anything, but just hung the tip of the Xiaoyao Sword in his hand back to the ground, and the blood of the past had a direction to drip.

"You should know the side effects of Xia Hua Dong burning. Shangguan Xiaoyao said with a smile on his face facing his mortal enemy. "That's exchanging people's time for the ascension of the realm. ”

"Hahahaha, Shangguan Yaoyao, your divine talent is nothing more than that!" The Cliffless Martial Saint suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and the burning iron sword swayed in front of him again, stirring up bursts of mist. "Xia Hua Dongzhuo is a secret technique that can only be learned by the Divine Venerable, and if the demigods and the Holy Venerable learn this thing, it will burn life!"

"Hmph, I'm underestimating. Shangguan Xiaoyao, who heard the truth, was not angry, but only pursed his lips and showed a little humility. "Cliffless Martial Saint, why are you telling me these things?"

"Shangguan Xiaoyao, if I can, I just don't want to compete with a talent like you. The Cliffless Martial Saint raised the iron-burning sword in his hand, and at this time, his sideburns had gradually regained his black hair. "I can feel that maybe I'm going to die here, but the old man still has to fight!"

The Xiaoyao Sword was blood-colored, with the cold light of Qingling, with the transparent Xiaoyao Sword Qi, with the heavy fire in the furnace of Qingmang, and the scars that reached the spine of the sword, and once again released the cold sword intent forward.

"Please, old man, hold on for a while longer, and accompany me through this last stretch of the road. ”

The figures of the two people met again, and the sound of a bell-like crash sounded again.

......

"There, I saw Shangguan Xiaoyao and the Cliffless Martial Saint!" Li Xiaosheng had already touched the boundary between the snow field and the shrubs, and one step further was the thick frozen soil, but the blood of the scarlet demigods overflowing from it made him subconsciously stop.

"Damn! Li Xiaosheng, you are the eldest son of the warrior Yishen!" gave himself a hard slap, Li Xiaosheng stepped on the snow field with a resolute step, and then felt the abnormality on the snow field. "Wait a minute...... Yin Zhiyao, this is your father's ascension place?!"

It was not only the blood and qi of Shangguan Xiaoyao and the Cliffless Martial Saint that came from his feet, but also the thick and majestic aura of the last ascended god and countless gods.

"This is not only the place where my father ascended, but also the divine realm where many ascendants in the heyday of the continent walked the path that their ancestors had trodden. Yin Zhiyao had a guzheng levitating in front of her, and she had already reached the front of the team with her clothes fluttering, as if the coercion of the gods had no effect on her. "We must do it as soon as possible, the duel between Xiaoyao and the Cliffless Martial Saint has entered the end at this time, and whether or not he can become a god is in an instant. ”

"Duel, what duel?" Yu Jiujie, who stepped on the land behind, was dazed, and followed everyone forward. "What qualifications does the Cliffless Martial Saint have to duel with Shangguan at ease, where does the person who causes evil come from?"

Yin Zhiyao, who walked in front, only left a slender back, and that ethereal voice: "In the ancient fable, if the god becomes a god when he arrives here, there is a dispute that has not yet been resolved, then he will duel under the constraints of the law of heaven and earth, and he shall not trigger the vision of heaven and earth, and he will rely on his own original strength." ”

"In other words, Brother Xiaoyao and the Cliffless Martial Saint are dueling at the same level at this time, and that's a good thing for us. Li Yuezhong stepped on the snow field for the fourth time, and asked Yin Zhiyao, who was gradually moving away, suspiciously. "Why is Sister Zhiyao still so anxious?"

Hearing this, Yin Zhiyao stopped, held up the scroll of the Long River in her hand, slowly unfolded it and sent it into the air, and the portrait on it slowly appeared and magnified in front of everyone.

"It is painted that the owner of the scroll of the long river is Shangguan Xiaoyao, if I can't return the scroll of the long river to Shangguan Xiaoyao before the duel is completed, then the position of the inheritor of the Spring and Autumn Divine Sect will change hands, and Shangguan Xiaoyao will also die here. Yin Zhiyao's voice was still calm, but it suddenly rushed towards the flash of the sky at a faster speed.

"Hell, why didn't Sister Zhiyao say it earlier! Yishen Chariot Prying!" Li Hege strode onto the snow, and the scroll on his chest was pulled out and thrown vigorously into the open field.

As the clouds and mist bloomed, the huge sleigh and the four one-horned bone horses in front of him were revealed, Li Xiaosheng strode up to the horseman position and beckoned: "Everyone, come up quickly, even if you can't take off, the original speed of the bone horse is faster than if we don't use Yuan Force!"

There was a burst of neighing from the bone horse, and before the group of people who had just stepped on the sleigh could stand firm, they galloped out, shooting like sharp arrows at Shangguan Xiaoyao in the distance.

"I just received the transmission of the Tianyin Holy Venerable!Wei Shuangjue and was rescued, there is no major problem for the time being!" Li Xiaosheng shouted in the face of the cold wind. "But he may not be able to enter the divine realm with us!"

"Hell. "Yu Jiujie doesn't need to think about it to know what this means.