The man's voice fell, and the snowflakes flew within a range of more than a hundred meters around him, and as the man's handprint pushed towards the Wuling County Guard in the hurricane, the glittering white snow suddenly turned into a snow-white swimming dragon, whistling and rushing towards the Wuling County Guard. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Where the snow dragon passed, it was as if a harsh winter was coming, and a thick layer of ice quickly condensed on the ground, and the cold and biting chill of the forest was rolled with terrifying energy, and the hurricane of Wuling County and even the scholars was wrapped in it, and when the snow dragon disappeared, the hurricane and the Wuling County guard were frozen into a huge ice block.

"The Frost Heaven Mantra of the Ancient Mantra Pavilion is this dress again, this person should be the outcast of the Ancient Mantra Pavilion, Ximen Feng, a fourth-order spell master. Qin Yang, who was beside You Fang, said with a solemn face.

You Fang was a little surprised, and said, "This person is a spell master, what is the ancient spell pavilion?"

"The Spell Dao Division among the Nine Divisions, the Spell Dao Division is divided into two major factions, one is the traditional faction, the other is the emerging faction, the traditional faction holds those powerful spells that have been handed down from the ancients, the Ancient Spell Pavilion is the four most powerful forces in the traditional faction, and the emerging factions are more inclined to create new spells by themselves, such as Hong Rui's division belongs to the emerging faction, but it is not as powerful as the Ancient Spell Pavilion. ”

Bang!

The huge ice cube exploded, and the Wuling County Guard in it shattered into pieces of cold residue. Ximen Feng's face was slightly pale, and he swept a cold glance towards Qin Yang.

Qin Yang's body suddenly tensed, and the pores of his whole body seemed to feel the chill of the stabbing stab.

Fortunately, Ximen Feng quickly retracted his gaze and focused on Qin Yiyu, if he hadn't heard Qin Yang comment on him, it is estimated that he would not even have looked at it.

"You are so bold, you openly kill the two county guards, aren't you afraid that the Dao Mansion will hunt you down!?" The two county guards died tragically one after another, and the interval between them was only instantaneous, Qin Yiyu wanted to rescue, but it was too late at all, but even if he was about to face the siege of seven fourth-order masters, Qin Yiyu still did not have the slightest cowardice.

"Besides, as long as we kill everyone, who will know what happened here today?" said the ghost who had turned into a ghost smirk.

Phew!

A jet-black ghost qi erupted from the ghost's mouth, Qin Yiyu was on tiptoe, and his body left an afterimage in place, bypassing the ghost qi, and rushed to the ghost in an instant, raising his hand is a punch, and the blazing fist blasted towards the ghost's hideous head.

The ghost didn't panic, the ghost claws covered with scale armor rose with black ghost fire, and regardless of the punch that hit the head, it shot directly towards Qin Yiyu below.

The ghost fire had not yet touched Qin Yiyu, Qin Yiyu's body was shattered in an instant, but the ghost did not have the slightest joy, or he did not have the body to be surprised, because at the same moment, Qin Yiyu's fist strength also shattered his head and most of his body into a sky of flesh.

Among the dark clouds that had condensed and formed in the sky, a huge icicle fell from the sky and blasted into a clearing, at the moment when the ice was about to reach the ground, the originally empty ground, Qin Yiyu's figure suddenly appeared, only to see him bending his fingers into a grasp, and the cold light of his fingertips surged, as if nothing was inserted into the hard icicle.

Rumble!

The dazzling light burst out in the icicles, only to hear a deafening roar, the icicles in the sky burst inch by inch, spreading into the clouds at a lightning speed, penetrating the entire cloud, and the next moment I saw the whole cloud burst open.

A gust of wind suddenly set off, and the gray dust in the wind was one after another, rolling like a turbid wave shrouded down towards Qin Yiyu.

The scholar's robe rattled, and the folding fan in his hand seemed to be swallowed by a blazing flame.

On the scholar's side, the silver-haired man was no longer completely human, and the whole person was lying on the ground like a fierce beast, and between his thighs, four silver-white tails danced slowly in the air like waves.

"Dust Dance!" When Qin Yiyu was wrapped in wind and sand, the silver-haired man's whole body erupted with monstrous demonic energy, and he roared fiercely.

"Wind kill!" Almost at the same time, the scholar also shouted.

At this moment, the silver-haired man actually joined forces with the scholar, the wind howled, like a knife, and in an instant, the ground blown by the wind was blown out of the fine cuts, and more sand and dust were swept into the wind.

And that grain of sand and dust was infused by the silver-haired man's demon element, and each grain of sand and dust carried a fierce penetrating power, coupled with the acceleration of the wind, the power was even greater.

At this moment, Yan Mu also suddenly made a move, only to see her robe flying, and one by one blood darts roared out like a school of fish in the sea, and in the blink of an eye, no less than five hundred blood darts poured into the wind and dust.

Three fourth-order masters shot at the same time!

Not only that, but a broader cloud gathered in the sky, and the remaining half of the remnants of the ghost that had been shattered before suddenly began to squirm, and the thin body of the witch elder squeezed out of the remnants as if molting, glanced at the raging wind and dust, sat down cross-legged with a cold face, and put the hoe that looked like decay on his knees, and a thick blood light surged up all over his body, pouring into the hoe.

On the other side, the wine monk is solemn, his hands are folded, his expression is quiet and holy, as if the Buddha has descended into the world, the next moment, a layer of dazzling golden light with him as the center of the surrounding water waves rippled, and a golden lotus came out of the ground like a spring, and in a blink of an eye, the wine monk actually seemed to summon a Buddha country.

Ximen Feng was the farthest away from the field, and he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chest, which was also engraved with incantations, and began to recite strange syllables as if he had cast the Frost Heaven Spell before.

The seven fourth-order masters have a clear division of labor, and the three are responsible for containment, delaying the time to supply the remaining four who are ready to kill the ultimate.

You Fang had been watching this battle coldly, and Qin Yang was responsible for introducing him to the fighting methods of these fourth-order masters.

"That scholar is called a bookworm, and the folding fan in his hand is a three-grade treasure wind spirit fan, with a mutated spiritual vein wind spiritual vein, but his spiritual vein mutation has some flaws, and he can't maintain a long battle, so his achievements are limited, and he has not been valued by the Nine Divisions, and he should focus on law cultivation.

Yan Mu and Wine Monk are both martial arts monks, but Yan Mu belongs to the Qimen in the martial arts, the wine monk was born in the Buddha Sect, and the Buddha Sect is famous for the three unique martial arts, so the wine monk should have all three, and now he is preparing a powerful technique, if the subordinates guess well, it should be the true Buddha of the Buddha Sect. ”