Jun Wei frowned slightly, his mouth opened, and a white light flashed out, twisting the sword light away.

There was a flash of murder in her eyes, and with a snatch of her hand in the void, the remote lightsaber appeared between her fingers, reflecting her clean fingertips.

Her body suddenly moved in the snowflakes, and the whole person floated up like a green leaf, and the sword in her hand kept drawing out, the movements were clean and neat, and every stroke of the remote light sword would cut a snowflake in half.

In the snowflakes, her figure loomed, like a person dancing in the snow. Suddenly, the remote light sword in her hand slashed in the void, and a crack appeared in the void, and her body had already penetrated like a thin piece of blue light before the rift disappeared, and the chaotic snowflakes regained their calm again, as if there had never been a woman dancing with a one-foot sword blade in her hand.

The snow is still falling in the Howling State, and the cold is eternally shrouded in this land, and Shushan is in the depths of the Howling Howling State, and it is also the coldest place.

There is an ice palace built on a high mountain, and the gate of the ice palace is open, and there are four people wearing black armor standing at the door, each with the brand of a fierce beast on their black armor, and each holding a broad-bladed sword and a round shield in their hands.

When Junwei appeared in front of them, they were just stunned for a moment, and immediately shouted, blocked the shield in front of them, raised the big sword in their hands, and after a loud shout, they rose into the air, and the broad-bladed big sword in their hands slashed towards Junwei.

The armor on their bodies followed their movements, and suddenly shone with a layer of brilliance, and there was a roar of fierce beasts in the brilliance, and a vicious aura rose to the sky.

Junwei's proud lips pursed, the cold light in her eyes was full, and she didn't say a word, her body followed the four people in gray armor like the wind. Her movements didn't look fast, they weren't cumbersome, they were just clean, clean enough to be seen.

At the same time as her body slashed through the great sword, the remote light sword in her hand slashed towards the throat of the person in front of her, and a red mark instantly appeared in that person's throat, and blood sprayed in the void when she stopped.

Her body swirled again, and there was not a trace of blood, while her body was spinning like the wind, she avoided a person, and the remote light sword in her hand was simply swiped again, and the shield in the person's hand was raised, but the shield was cut off after the blade was slashed, and a red mark also appeared on his throat, followed by blood spraying in the snowflakes.

The first one was cut in the throat by the blade, the first one was still the same, but between the lightning and the fire, the third wanted to escape, and the throat was cut before the body moved, and the fourth was the same fate.

When all four of them had their throats slit, the first fell to the ground with a thud.

They were already dead, their consciousness was strangled by the sword qi, and Jun Wei couldn't help frowning again when he looked at their aura that was very different from ordinary people.

This hall built of ice is layered on top of each other, with a cold and hard murderous aura in the magnificence, less of the ethereal aura of a cultivator, showing more cold aura, this aura is like a strong sword aura, which is in response to the words of the world's sword immortals out of Shu Mountain.

Jun Wei walked all the way to the main hall, and there were corpses constantly appearing on the road, including the disciples of Shushan, and those with special breaths, their breath Jun Wei was not strange, for her, it was a group of legendary existences.

Suddenly, a string of smug laughter came from her ears, and someone who knew that someone had known it loudly said: "The sword immortals in the world are out of Shu Mountain, and they really live up to their reputation." ”

This voice was full of sarcasm, in the main hall of Shushan, there was a hall full of people in front of it, the door of the hall was tightly closed, and there were more than a dozen disciples of Shushan in front of them, all wearing cyan Taoist robes, holding ice spirit flying swords and guarding their gods. In front of them were many people with that kind of strange aura, no matter who they were, as long as they were creatures on the Void Immortal Continent, as soon as they saw them, they would understand that they were different, and they shouldn't even appear here.

Between them and the disciples of Shushan, there were quite a few people lying on the ground, some of whom attacked Shushan, and some of whom were disciples of Shushan. In the eyes of the disciples of Shushan, the spells of these people were extremely mysterious, which made them unpredictable for a while, which reminded them of those who had long disappeared recorded in the secret books in the door.

"Wu Clan? Could it be them? Didn't they have already been wiped out by many cultivators of the Void Immortals because of their betrayal of the Taiyi Origin Emperor? Could it be that there is still a inheritance in this world?"

"Do you choose to surrender or die?" said one of them in a condescending tone.

"Who are you?" Jun Xing, the second senior brother on the Shushan side, asked in a cold voice, he had always been calm and looked extremely embarrassed now, there was a black blood stain on his chest, and his hair was knotted into a layer of frost, which was the result of being hit by the other party's spell.

"Those who fail originally don't have the right to ask, but I can tell you that my name is Wujiao, and I come from the Relic Immortal Island west of the Void Immortal Continent, which is what you call Sin Island. He replied.

Junxing has never been to Sin Island, he has only read the introduction of Sin Island in books, it is a place where there are no seasons and yin and yang are reversed. No one knows the details of the place, but it is rumored that there are descendants of the ancient witch clan and some remnants of the immortals from the outside world. It's just that Junxing didn't expect that these legends written in the book were actually true, there really was such a place, and the people there appeared in front of him.

When Junxing was surprised, the man said again: "You Shushan have been guarding here for so many years, and it should also decline." ”

This person is very tall, but his tone and expression made all the Shushan disciples angry, and at that moment, there were Shushan disciples who pointed like swords, and raised their flying swords to slash at that person.

But as soon as the sword flew out, it was crooked, and before it reached the man's body, he had already fallen to the ground.

The man stood motionless, without any disdain in his eyes, but said to a man in a black robe behind him, "Wufeng, how could their sword hurt me." ”

The man just smiled proudly, and didn't seem to have the intention of waiting for an answer, so he continued to say to the Shushan disciple: "You may not know the meaning of the existence of the Shushan Sword Sect, and I don't plan to tell you, now your only chance to survive is to get out of the way. ”

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the remaining Shushan disciples and continued: "Don't try to commit suicide in vain, you must know that in front of us, the reincarnation of heaven and earth cannot liberate you. ”

The girl beside Junxing was very angry, but there was a gray mark on her forehead, and the mana in the dantian was sealed, even if she was angry, it was useless. She knew that the only one who still had the strength to fight here was the second senior brother Junxing, and the third senior brother Junsheng was seriously injured and couldn't wake up, at this time she couldn't help but think that the senior sister who had always made her look unpleasant was here, and she would definitely be able to defeat these people.

Jun Xing took a deep breath, he already had the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Stage, and the Yuan Infant in the Purple Mansion trembled, wanting to shatter the strange aura that sealed his Purple Mansion. For him, the people who suddenly appeared in front of him were not too strong for the Shushan disciples to defeat, but that they appeared too suddenly, took the lead, and each spell was extremely strange, and the way of using the spiritual power of heaven and earth was different from what they knew, so they were restrained for a while and were at a disadvantage.

He didn't answer the man who claimed to be named Wuzai, and the sword in his hand was also made by himself by harvesting the cold spirit in the depths of the iceberg, but now there was only one severed sword left, and his heart was also quite traumatized.

Wuzai looked at the woman beside Junxing and said, "It's a pity that such a beautiful girl died like this, so come to me." ”

Before he finished speaking, the broken sword in Jun Xing's hand had already turned into a cold light and stabbed out, and he, who had always been gentle and calm among the disciples of Shushan, was also full of murderous intent in his eyes.

The sword came out, turning into cold light, and the murderous aura was fierce.

Without moving, a man with a broad-bladed sword next to him slashed out of the sword, it didn't look fast, but it was actually blocked by the cold light before it stabbed Wu Zheng, and the cold light fell to the ground and turned into a sword that exuded chill again.

Wuqi said: "Wuhu, I know that you have always been eager to show your combat skills in front of me, but now is not the time. The ancestors used to say that we would definitely kill it back, and now, we are back. ”

When his words came to the end, they didn't seem to say it to the disciples of Shushan, but to someone in the void.

Jun Xing's heart was dripping blood, if it was usual, the sword in the hand of the big man just now would not be able to pick his sword at all, only now that he was injured, he would be picked by the other party, just now, there was a strange spiritual force on his sword, which made his heart beat, and a mouthful of blood finally couldn't help but gush out.

Just when he and the other Shushan disciples thought that they and the others were about to be captured by these legendary enemies, a voice spilled from the sky: "The fate of the Shushan disciples can only be controlled by the sword in their own hands forever. ”

With this sound fell, there was also a full sky of wind and snow, like a sword, rolling towards those people on the island of sin.

The Shushan disciples were surprised, and they raised their heads one by one and shouted, "Senior sister, senior sister!"

And those whose aura and spells were different from those of the Void Immortal Continent also raised their heads, and there was a hint of vigilance between their eyebrows.

Someone shows up silently, without their knowledge at all, and that's enough to make them feel in crisis. When they looked up, in addition to the blue-robed woman flying in the wind and snow, what caught their attention was the cold light that fell with the snowflakes in the sky, and those cold lights represented the word fatal in their hearts.

They didn't dare to have the slightest contempt, and some of them quickly recited the spell, his spell was different from the spells of the people in the major cultivation sects, it had an ancient and distant aura, and it was incompatible with this Void Immortal Continent.

When the sound of the incantation began, there was a wind, and the wind came out of nothingness and swept towards the nine heavens, and there was fire in the wind, and the fire rose with the wind, turning into an angry dragon.

Snowflakes fly, rise with the wind, or melt by fire. The wind blew the robe of the blue-robed woman in the air, blowing the black hair and blowing the murderous aura at the corners of her eyebrows. The flames burned all around her, but they didn't hurt her, and as the flames consumed her, a cold light surged up around her, forcing the flames away.

As the snowflakes flew upside down, the cold light broke through the wind and fire.

Only two people had time to recite the incantation, and the others all shone brightly, or pinched the magic trick, or sacrificed the magic weapon, and in the meantime, several warriors with swords and shields rose into the sky against the cold light.

The cold light fell on them, pierced their shields, pierced their foreheads, hearts, and throats, and the cold light scattered their lives without their mental preparation, and before they could even scream, their lives were gone.

Wuzai was shocked in his heart, looked at the cold light falling, and said quickly: "What a clever swordsmanship, I ......"

He didn't have a chance to finish his words, because the cold light was already falling towards his mouth.