Boom!

The Demon Sword came out of its sheath in the wind, and the blade as cold as a flood of autumn water shimmered with silver light in the winter sun, and the looming blood groove was filled with a touch of red, and the sword wind that should be unbearable under the wind and rain swept away a scorching heat, completely tearing the cold atmosphere of winter.

However, almost at the same time, bursts of biting cold wind descended in the air, and pale substance-like energy filled the air. With a coquettish shout, a slashed ice-blue mang broke through the heavy sword shadow of Feng Ren and pressed directly on his blade.

In an instant, the sword wind stopped suddenly, and I saw a delicate white jade hand with all five fingers pressed on the Demon Sword, and the entire body of the finch girl leaned on this arm to press on the blade, relying on the strength of the wind and the strength of the arm to maintain balance in mid-air in an inverted posture.

"Your opponent is me alone, and I don't need my sister to do it!" the finch snorted coldly, and the five fingers pressed on the blade closed slightly, and there was a slight sound of metal cracking, and the Demon Sword began to bend gradually in a small arc.

Seeing this, Feng Ren suddenly raised his left hand and palmed it into the air, and the golden-red light flame in his palm erupted, and the other small jade hand slapped head-on without avoidance, and the deep cold was overwhelming.

Rumble!

The hot and cold wind swept wildly across the place when the palms collided, and when the two diametrically opposed forces intertwined, they caused an extremely chaotic burst of energy, and a deafening roar echoed throughout the audience.

This is just a relatively ordinary palm confrontation between the two sides, and the martial arts used are only four grades, and they are already so powerful. The mutual restraint of ice and fire is an irreversible way in the world, just like two tigers in the mountains, once they meet, they will definitely turn the world upside down.

Due to the strong counter-shock force of the two palms, the finch could not continue to hold one hand on the Demon Sword, so she had to retreat with the help of the winding wind, and the ice blue light on the edges of her hands was even stronger, faintly condensing into a pair of daggers.

"Light with fire, it's really barely enough to compete with my ultimate ice, but unfortunately, it's still a lot behind!"

The finch shouted angrily again, and her figure burst out again, her ice-blue hair fluttering in the air, and the cold air between her hands was enough to freeze all life.

Feng Ren just snorted, and casually threw the Demon Sword to his side, flipped his palms, red light gushed out, and the Soul Burning Twin Swords instantly appeared.

To deal with this opponent, the Yellow Order Spirit Blade is simply a burden, so it is better not to do it.

On the other side, Huang Fu Xian caught this demon sword with one hand, and swung it with his original green pine sword, and the pale cyan sword wind poured all around the opponent in front of him.

The person in front of him was the twin sister of the bird, the captain of the Hongwu team.

According to the prior plan, Huangfu Xian and Feng Ren dragged Que Yingmei and Que Girl respectively, so that the two of them could not complete the combined attack. The rest of the team members completed the defeat of the Hongwu team one by one under the leadership of Huo Yun, except for the most tricky Bird sisters, the strength of the remaining opponents was much worse than that of the second team of Jin Xuan.

However, Que Yingmei chose to separate from Que Yingmei and fight separately, although the emperor was idle, but he faintly felt that something was wrong. As an experienced martial artist, Que Yingmei has no reason to put down the strongest means and not use them, but choose to give up the easy and the difficult, and ask for hardships.

In addition, at this moment, in the face of Huangfu Xian's fierce sword momentum, Que Yingmei turned out to be a completely evasive posture, her vigorous body was like a fish swimming in the abyss, slippery and ungraspable, and she walked more than ten moves under the Qingsong Sword All of them avoided the sword blade without danger, and only once did she really can't dodge, so she raised her hand to block.

Just that time, the biting cold was transmitted to Huangfu Xian's right palm through the entire green pine sword, and it was so frozen that his five fingers were instantly a little stiff, and he almost couldn't hold the hilt of the sword, and directly took off the blade.

Just this kind of fight, Huang Fuxian already understood that the strength of Que Yingmei was above him, otherwise it would be impossible to start a playful fight like this. However, although the other party just kept dodging, Huangfu Xian clearly sensed that the chill around his body was getting stronger and stronger, if it weren't for the surging sword wind that rushed away a large part of it, he might even have to tremble with cold limbs.

"Huo Yun, come here!" Huang Fuxian realized that something was wrong, and quickly guessed that the other party's only dodging and not attacking was obviously accumulating strength for the next powerful high-level martial arts, but he was powerless to stop it, so he could only call for reinforcements.

Who knew that Huo Yun's side was also temporarily caught in a bitter battle, and he couldn't get out immediately, and the two male students in front of him were all armed with big guns, cooperating with each other, and giving full play to the length advantage of the blade.

The big gun is known as the title of the king of a hundred soldiers, and when it dances, it opens and closes, and the tiger and tiger are windy, and it is dead and injured wherever it goes. Although those two people were only a martial arts level nine and a martial class eight heavy, they actually dragged Huo Yun, who was in the top three of Jin Xuan's second team's heads-up ability, to death, so that he had nowhere to use his strength, every knife fell in the air, no matter how powerful it was, it was useless.

In terms of speed, Huo Yun really played to the extreme, as he said before, when it is fast, it is fast, almost every confrontation can pass through the gap under the opponent's gun, if it weren't for the opponent being two people, he would have won it a long time ago, and he would not always be forced to retreat by another big gun when he was about to be hit.

If you don't retreat, it's okay. Even if he, Huo Yun, could take the opportunity to kill his opponent, he would be hit hard. He was absolutely unwilling to win such a crushing victory.

Even so, he still has the upper hand, and it is estimated that after twenty or thirty moves in the fight, he should be able to break the two people in front of him one by one, and then withdraw to help the rest of the battle group. However, at this time, the emperor called for leisure, and he could not continue to seize the opportunity so steadily and steadily, but he had to fight quickly.

I saw Huo Yun drag the fog to his side, his body jumped up suddenly, and the knife turned into a cyan streamer across the sky, and the incomparable sword wind broke out vertically and horizontally, but the two of them closed their guns, and the firelight on the sharp blade collided with this gust of wind, and all turned into nothingness.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Huo Yun suddenly fell to the ground, stabbed his head without looking back, and advanced with the gun shaft of the person beside him, and the point of the mist condensed knife pointed at the opponent's waist.

Bite!

At this moment, another big gun twisted the angle in time, and a shot stabbed at the tip of the fog Yin's knife, and the strong force penetrated through the entire big gun, although it was not enough to hurt Huo Yun, but if it was only to shock it back, it would be more than enough.

Missed again, Huo Yun's face still did not change, the blade that was withdrawn in time quickly rotated with his body in mid-air, and the cyan blade of the fog turned into a circle of brilliant rainbows tumbling and pouring, and the indomitable momentum swept away all the fighting intent in his heart at this moment, and the magnificent aura shocked the opponent to have no room to think at all, so he had to use two guns and one to try to block.

The swordman, the tyrant of a hundred soldiers. Even if Huo Yun's path was an elegant method, it could not completely cover up the most essential part of the sword intent.

What is the hegemon, when the time is to swallow thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, overlooking all living beings, I am respected; when the harvest is only defeated, the sky is scattered, and a hundred soldiers are buried in the yellow sand.

That's all it takes.

Ping!

The two guns broke together, the fog was hidden and unabated, and it slashed straight to the ground, but it suddenly stopped with a flick of Huo Yun's wrist, and the sharp wind that swept out from the bottom to the top brought a circle of pale cyan ripples, and under the looming streamer, the two opponents were defeated together, and dozens of gaps cracked out of the light blue robe on their bodies, and pieces of debris fluttered all over the sky, like countless colorful butterflies.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, a large mouthful of blood was spit out by Huo Yun, his face turned a lot paler, the blood faded, and his legs took a few steps back, trembling slightly.

With such a knife, his load is not small. Under the blocking force of breaking the combined force of the opponent's two, he also cut off two high-level Yellow Order spears at the same time, and the strong force that rebounded from the fog directly traumatized his meridians and internal organs, but fortunately, the degree was not too deep.

Seeing this phenomenon, the two people opposite Huo Yun glanced at each other and nodded in unison, and together they threw away the big gun with a broken blade in their hands, clenched their fists and pounced on them with left and right strikes.

It was too late, it was too fast, and I saw a moon-white streamer suddenly inserted between the three, and Sen Leng's sword intent was like a blizzard wind, and the two powerful fists couldn't help but stagnate, and Sen Sen's cold made the strength of its bombardment plummet. And the streamer, faster, swept under the arms of the two of them, and the fierce sword wind added two more wounds to their own cracked robes.

The bright silver blade pointed diagonally at the ground, and a few drops of scarlet blood slowly slid down its cold surface, and finally fell into the dust in a semi-frozen state, as if it did not make the slightest wave.

I saw a girl with long hair fluttering in front of Huo Yun, and everything just now naturally came from her hands.

"If I continue to fight, I can't guarantee that every time I will be as strong as the knife just now. Wang Meow sneered, and the ten fingers of his hands that clenched the handle of the knife added a little force again.

And Huo Yun, who was behind her, just said "There is progress", and then dragged his body that had not yet adjusted his internal breath and jumped out, and the direction was the position where Huangfu Xian and Qi Yingmei were fighting.

The two members of the Hongwu team who had made another gain still did not give up, although there was already a hint of cowardice in the eyes of Wang Meow, but they still clenched their fists and went up, ignoring their own scars at all.

With a sigh, the long knife in Wang Meow's hand waved in the air, and a little cold light flashed.

In the corner of the arena, Li Yu, Tang Qian'er, and Lan Jin had already forced the last three members of the Hongwu team into a complete disadvantage, and basically they could tell the winner in less than ten moves, and it was precisely because of this that Wang Meow was able to withdraw to help Huo Yun.

At this moment, Feng Ren, who was inseparable from the bird's hand, had also sensed the situation in the audience, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, but the attack of the two swords did not slack off in the slightest, and the rapid offensive was endless, the red flame and the ice light continued to bombard each other in mid-air, and the temperature was hot and cold in the explosion.

Suddenly, he grabbed a flaw, and the Soul Sword in Feng Ren's right hand stabbed straight ahead, and the leaping flames dispelled all the cold air around him. As soon as the finch put her palms together, she actually stiffened the blade, and surrounded by the ice blue streamer, the color of the blade of the Soul Sword became lighter and lighter, almost completely becoming transparent.

But it doesn't matter, Feng Ren sneered, and the long sword in his left palm was withdrawn instantly, and the pitch-black thunder mang in the palm of his palm rolled wildly, slamming it on the chest of the girl in front of him.

Rumble!

The dark thunder in the palm of her hand bombarded the layer of ice curtain that the finch had conjured up in time, but the force that could not be completely crossed still lifted her petite body away, but under the fierce fanning of the condensed wings behind her, she rose into the air again before falling to the ground, but did not attack towards Feng Ren again, but swept towards the other side.

"Not good!" Feng Ren's face changed suddenly, and he could clearly see in his eyes that Que Yingmei also released his condensed wings to pull out of the air before Huangfu Xian and Huo Yun formed a joint attack, and quickly converged with Que Ying in the air.

The moment the two women's palms overlapped, the temperature of the entire arena plummeted!

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