The sword qi and finger strength were vertical and horizontal, and the bright light of the Dao Dao pierced the void from time to time. The roar of thunder exploded, and the figures of the two moved and staggered under the moonlight, and the majestic vitality slammed together, bursting out in all directions, and from time to time a finger or sword qi left many deep traces on the hard mountain stone.

Although He Xiong thinks that he is an ordinary person and is not a genius, he is a monk in the late stage of qi induction, with a deep vitality of more than one jiazi, and his skills are pure and vigorous, but he is also one of the best existences among so many opponents that Li Jingxuan has encountered. Right now, his body couldn't stop shaking, and he completely displayed what he had learned, which made Li Jingxuan unable to take him for a while. After all, although he was empty-handed, the power of his fingertips was enough to compare with a sharp sword. He has the sharpness of this essence, and the fierceness of his offensive is not under Li Jingxuan's long sword at all.

As the cold fingers of the Dao Dao continued to wave, the temperature around Li Jingxuan's body was faintly much colder than at the beginning. At first, Li Jingxuan didn't care much about it, but as the battle with He Xiong continued, Li Jingxuan was surprised to find that a cold breath was winding up against his meridians, and a cold feeling had converged from his limbs to his dantian.

"How can this be?" Li Jingxuan couldn't help but feel a little discolored. He hurriedly mobilized his lower dantian vitality to try to expel these inexplicable strange forces, but most of these strange chills dissolved under the erosion and expulsion of Li Jingxuan's own vitality, but there was still a trace of the existence of an appendage, and he still unswervingly advanced towards his lower dantian.

"Damn, what the hell is this?" Li Jingxuan scolded to himself. He felt that this cold power was too pure and too difficult to expel it. Because it was an external force, its most likely source was because of his own enemy, so Li Jingxuan didn't dare to let it really touch his lower dantian at all. He was afraid that something would go wrong, so he decided to deal with the headache.

At this moment, the long sword in Li Jingxuan's hand danced continuously, and the sword momentum that was originally in He Xiong's-for-tat suddenly changed, but it turned from offense to defense and became restrained. The thin and tenacious and condensed sword qi was like a silk, from the mist to the clouds, and it was surrounded by flowers one by one around Li Jingxuan. At first, it was just an inconspicuous layer, but after a few breaths, it became dense, but it faintly blocked He Xiong's vision.

He Xiong was a little confused, he could see that Li Jingxuan was defending, but he couldn't think of what effect Li Jingxuan had for his defense by wielding these sword clouds. He was a little confused about this. He didn't dare to rush forward, and he became a little conservative in his movements.

One of them attacked cautiously, the other guarded tightly, and although the battle between them was still hot, there was also a lot less fierce existence. In short, the two at this moment have changed from fighting desperately to confronting each other now. And such a confrontation seems to be a good thing for Li Jingxuan. At least, Li Jingxuan didn't need to put so much effort into fighting the enemy at the moment, he only needed to swing his sword to defend himself, and he could figure out how to deal with the faint cold aura that was gradually invading his body.

These cold qi are not easy to solve, and Li Jingxuan has become more and more aware of this after trying to expel it with Yuan Qi a few times. He didn't know what this cold aura was, but he was sure that it was definitely a high-end thing.

So, here's the problem. How do you deal with this cold-looking cold? Li Jingxuan's mind was moving rapidly, and soon he thought of another thing in his body that was also extremely pure—the yang and purple qi that he had absorbed in the upper dantian.

This scorching breath existed in the dantian of oneself as the power of the extreme yang. Li Jingxuan couldn't completely dissolve him by himself, so he could only rely on his own spiritual power and the soft water breath that came out of his dantian to grind away his fierceness little by little, which was a matter of water grinding.

Although Li Jingxuan's continuous practice luck had wiped out a lot of the scorching heat, the speed at which this kind of abrasion was eliminated was not as fast as Li Jingxuan's own daily absorption of purple qi. Li Jingxuan estimated to himself that if he continued to condense and collect purple qi at the speed at which he condensed and collected purple qi every day, it was estimated that in another ten days and half a month, the yang and purple qi in his body would reach a peak. At that time, I will definitely have to rest for a while and concentrate on conditioning the fierceness in it.

Li Jingxuan also estimated this kind of conditioning - it would take about two or three months.

"It's really troublesome. Sometimes thinking of this, Li Jingxuan couldn't help but complain, at this time, he especially hoped that he had some kind of natural treasure in his hands that could solve the crisis for himself. Of course, this can only be regarded as Li Jingxuan's obscenity. It's just that this kind of obscenity makes Li Jingxuan have a little imagination in his heart.

He originally thought that such a dream would never come true, but the extremely cold aura he felt at the moment wordlessly told him that such a dream could sometimes be realized, such as now.

After feeling the coldness of this breath and the entanglement that followed him, Li Jingxuan quickly linked this breath with the yang and purple qi in his body. In line with the principle that the soldiers will block and the water will cover the earth, Li Jingxuan plans to use this cold qi that he finds difficult to deal with to cool down the yang and purple qi in his upper dantian. Although Li Jingxuan didn't know how much benefit this cooling could have, in the spirit of being able to drop a little bit, Li Jingxuan still didn't hesitate.

Thoughts flashed in his mind, Li Jingxuan's side was entangled, and it seemed that it took a lot of effort, but in fact, the time for him to think about it was only a few breaths, and he and He Xiong had dealt with more than a dozen moves. In such a short period of time, others didn't know that Li Jingxuan had already made a decision in his heart.

At that moment, Li Jingxuan gathered these cold vitality in his body, and made him bypass the location of the lower dantian and wander towards the eight veins of the Qi Sutra in a different way, and then returned to the Ren vein. In the end, it was ordered to go up along the Ren vein, spin its heel into the Upper Dantian Baihui, condense it into silk, turn it into needle and thread, and shoot straight to the great sun where the yang and purple qi were transformed.

"Boom!" A loud bang exploded, and Li Jingxuan only felt a huge and powerful force explode in his mind, making his mind blank for a while. He tilted his body, as if he couldn't resist such a shock, and the tricks in his hand became messy, and his face was even more pale, as if he had been hurt by something.

"What's going on?" Li Jingxuan's sudden change made He Xiong slightly strange, and after quickly testing a few tricks, He Xiong suddenly became happy after discovering that this was not a trap. After thinking about it, he understood what caused Li Jingxuan's current situation—he was still very confident in the kind of cold power he had condensed. In his opinion, if it weren't for the fact that the strength he had condensed was too little, and the requirements for using it were too strange, he had to be mobilized when his emotions were intense, otherwise he shouldn't be standing here doing these black jobs right now, but should stand in the sun and enjoy the cheers of everyone like those geniuses.

"What a pity!" He Xiong sighed secretly, and then he didn't care. Because he thought like this: "Even if you are a genius, what if a genius like you is still hurt in front of my Xuanbing fingers." Hmph, as long as I rely on the power of the 10,000-year-old cold jade to train this Xuan Ice Finger to the supreme realm, those so-called geniuses will become my stepping stones. At that time, I will repay you a hundredfold for all the injustices and insults I have endured. At this point, I will do what I say, now start with you guy, and collect some interest first. ”

He Xiong thought about it, the vitality of his whole body swelled, his index finger pointed out one after another, and the fingers that were enough to open the stele and crack the stone went forward with a chill, and went straight to Li Jingxuan's vital point.

This finger has the intent of killing, and its finger itself has risen a full circle compared to the beginning, but people dare not underestimate it.

He Xiong thought that his violent blow would definitely work, even if he didn't really kill Li Jingxuan, but at least hit him in the vital point and seriously injured him.

However, at the moment when his finger was about to hit Li Jingxuan, Li Jingxuan's head was raised, the essence in his eyes froze, and an inexplicable thought with a strong killing intent turned into an invisible long sword and slashed towards He Xiong.

"Boom!" The sword of the mind illusion hit the sea of knowledge of He Xiong. With a sword slashed out, He Xiong only felt that a bang sounded in his head, and all kinds of thoughts in his mind were suddenly swept away, and he couldn't think of anything or do anything. A blankness, a pain, and an emptiness rushed over him at the same time, and he was overwhelmed at once.

The momentary confusion did not cause any deformation in his moves, because this scattering came too quickly, and before He Xiong's mind could react to his movements, Li Jingxuan's sword arrived.

At this moment, Li Jingxuan held the sword in his hand, and the original aura of rushing and mixing yuan disappeared without a trace in an instant, and a fierce momentum rose spontaneously. His long sword shook, the sword light spit out, and the dazzling light was born, and the void seemed to be cut through layer by layer, showing a sense of transparency. It's just that this kind of transparency is often with a chilling murderous intent.

As Li Jingxuan stepped forward, the long sword in his hand struck with a swing. The silver sword light cut vertically and horizontally in the void, and the sound of "swish" was loud, and a group of green phantoms suddenly appeared, Li Jingxuan's body suddenly became hazy and empty, and with the means of turning all kinds of sword qi into clouds and mist laid in front of him, it seemed even more like a ghost, which was impossible to grasp. For He Xiong, whose head was blank, Li Jingxuan seemed to be incarnated into tens of millions, as if his shadow was everywhere in the world. These shadows held their swords in their hands, each casting their own sword moves, and for a while, he didn't know how many sword lights were directly killing him, which made him can't help but be shocked.

"Damn!" In a panic, He Xiong's mind suddenly condensed, and he knew that the current situation was extremely bad. The strength that he originally released was already strangled under Li Jingxuan's fierce sword momentum because he lost his spirit. The clash of strength between them did not slow down Li Jingxuan's sword momentum, it swooped straight over without pausing, but its offensive was a little more fierce than at the beginning.

"What the hell is going on?" He Xiong didn't know what it was, but he vaguely understood that it seemed to be related to the white mist that permeated his and Li Jingxuan's bodies.

"Is this Li Jingxuan's confidence?" He Xiong's frightened body urged to the extreme, and a faint ice blue qi faintly emerged, his index finger danced in a smart circle, and one after another round and flexible rings were set out, and layers of rapidly rotating qi Xuan were laid in front of him.

He Xiong wanted to rely on the constant rotation of such a cyclone to wear out Li Jingxuan's advancing sword.

"This should be able to succeed!" He Xiong thought so, thinking that he had a plan, but he didn't want Li Jingxuan's sword to be much more powerful than he imagined.

When several fierce frost rays attacked in front of He Xiong, before he could use Qi Xuan and resist Li Jingxuan's attack, he heard a few dull sounds of "poof, ......", and Sen Ran's edge actually directly penetrated He Xiong's Qi Xuan and rushed straight to his face. He Xiong panicked, and his steps paused, wanting to go backwards. But before he could move, Li Jingxuan's sword momentum changed suddenly, and a huge sword light overwhelmed the sky. For a while, the vague sword light flickered in the void, and wisps of sword qi loomed and intertwined in it, and the indestructible edges were connected together. Only a few soft sounds were heard, mixed with He Xiongxuexue's cry of pain. Under the dim moonlight, wisps of silver sword light flashed one after another, and there were many afterimages faintly appearing.

After an instant, Li Jingxuan and He Xiong staggered, and the thin body in a green shirt suddenly appeared behind him, undulating slightly, and the sharp light in his eyes gradually became calm. He stepped forward, but he didn't pay attention to He Xiong behind him, and just walked forward.

At this time, the shards of ink-colored clothes were mixed with a lot of flesh dripping with blood, and they fell from the sky. He Xiong was still standing, but the look in his eyes had become desperate. His expression was disgraced, but he was extremely sluggish, as if he had killed his spirit under Li Jingxuan's sword, making him a walking corpse that could breathe.

"It's so strong......" Li Jingxuan and He Xiong divided the winners and losers in this way. This fact was seen by the sturdy man who was still fighting with Sha Xuan over there, but it filled him with despair.

At this time, he was the only one left on the field. Facing Li Jingxuan and Sha Xuan, who were not too strong in strength and even had a clear advantage in numbers, he had no chance of victory at all. Although he made a move, it was possible to support Li Jingxuan's offensive for a while, but what effect did this insistence have? He understood a lot first, but at the moment, he forced Sha Xuan back with one move, and then retracted his fist and stood on one side, and his body was calm down, to prove that he had admitted defeat.

Li Jingxuan stepped forward and stabbed him several times with the long sword in his hand, sealing the key points around his body, making him unable to move. Then, Li Jingxuan walked in front of Sha Xuan and looked at Sha Xuan with concern: "You're okay." ”