In the past few days, Qi Hao has never been absent from every battle of Zhu Xian, and he has come to watch it carefully.

In the end, he came to the conclusion that he might not be Zhu Xian's opponent either, but he still wanted to try.

"Senior Brother Zhu, today, I will fight with all my might, you be careful."

As he spoke, he pulled out his fairy sword, cold ice.

The sword came out of its sheath, and where he stood, layers of cold ice suddenly condensed, and ice picks stood in all directions, rising cold.

Cold ice is Qi Hao, who is the first disciple of Longshou Peak, accompanied by his master Cangsong Daoren, who has been cultivating and cultivating ice crystals for thousands of years.

The sword body is silver and white, and the power is overwhelming, which complements Qi Hao's Ice Immortal Technique.

This is also the reason why Longshou Peak is popular in cultivating cold ice immortal techniques and magic weapons.

Qi Hao himself is long, handsome, exquisite, and has a very unique charm.

In Longshoufeng, he is a senior brother admired by everyone, and in Qingyunmen, he is a young talent with unlimited scenery, who knows how to deal with interpersonal relationships and knows etiquette.

Treat the juniors and disciples with tolerance and care, treat the elders with humility and courtesy, and treat the provocations of others, without losing the façade and not hurting the harmony.

Looking at the opponent in front of him, Zhu Xian inadvertently sighed, "What a perfect beautiful man"!

On Qi Hao, there are almost no flaws.

But for some reason, Tian Buyi, Su Ru, and Master Shuiyue, including Zhu Xian himself, didn't like the person in front of him very much.

He remembered that Tian Buyi had said that compared to Xiao Yicai, Qi Hao gave people an indescribable feeling, indescribable, unclear.

Siu Yat-cai gets along with people, and it feels much more real.

Zhu Xian threw the magic sword in his hand backhand and flew in the direction of Lu Xueqi.

Lu Xueqi didn't think much about it, took the magic sword, frowned slightly, and looked at the ring.

Seeing this, Tian Buyi and Su Ru frowned at the same time, and Su Ru was slightly worried: "The eighth child will definitely suffer a big loss if he gives up the magic weapon, and he will definitely suffer a big loss against Qi Hao's cold ice sword." ”

Tian Buyi thought about it, his brows furrowed, he regained his composure again, and said, "It's okay, have you ever seen the eighth child be reckless and unsure of things?" ”

Su Ru thought about it, shook her head, and said, "That's really not!" ”

Tian Ling'er glanced at Lu Xueqi's direction, glanced at the magic sword in her hand, snorted coldly, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and muttered: "Find someone to hold the sword, why don't you look for me?" ”

Master Shuiyue glanced at Lu Xueqi, saw that her expression was the same, looked at the ring again, and smiled slightly.

Qi Hao looked at Zhu Xian, who was empty-handed, and said with his eyebrows: "Senior Brother Zhu, what do you mean by this, could it be that you look down on me?" ”

Zhu Xian shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Qi misunderstood, but yesterday Master Cangsong said that my magic weapon is a magic weapon and cannot be used in today's ring." Senior Brother Qi, let's take action! ”

Under the stage, Xuan Zhenren glanced at the position of the first seat of the seven veins, there was still a position left, empty.

In today's decisive battle, there are people who are absent!

A trace of anger flashed in Qi Hao's eyes, and he didn't say anything more, and pulled out his sword with all his might.

I saw that his right hand swiped into the void, the sword trick suddenly rose, and the temperature plummeted around the ring, and in an instant, a radius of 100 meters, all frozen, and the cold air was fierce.

In front of Qi Hao, countless ice swords floated and flew in the air, pointing directly at Zhu Xian.

Qi Hao jumped up and disappeared into the sea of clouds, and the man and sword were one.

Hundreds of cold ice flying swords, floating in the air, pointed directly at Zhu Xian.

Among them, only one is a human sword, and the rest of the ice swords must not be underestimated in terms of power.

"Hurry!"

With an order, hundreds of cold ice flying swords densely attacked Zhu Xian.

Where Zhu Xian stood, sharp ice picks continued to emerge from the ground, and there were countless of them.

In all directions, the cold wind howled, with an icy chill, inhaled into the throat, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

In the audience, many Qingyun disciples couldn't stand the scorching cold and retreated one after another.

Some of the disciples who were still shallow in cultivation still had ice ballast condensed between their hair.

Everyone stared at the ring, curious about how Zhu Xian would deal with this hellish and icy situation.

Suddenly, in the midst of the ice and snow, a thunderbolt exploded violently, soaring into the sky.

The slightest thunder lingered around Zhu Xian.

Holding thunder in his hand, like the god of thunder descending into the world.

If a moment ago, I thought it was the Ice Domain, then at this moment, above the ring, it has become the Ice Domain, overlapping with the Thunder Domain.

The Qingyun disciples hurriedly retreated outward, and many of the disciples who were running slowly were still emitting black smoke above their heads.

After all, the floor conducts electricity, and the ice conducts electricity......

Thunder destroys the world!

This is a method of using thunder that Zhu Xian has figured out on his own, and it is a large-scale attack technique.

In an instant, countless swords of ice turned into powder under the thunder.

Only the last of the brightly lit Ice Flying Sword remained, constantly contending with the thunder.

Ten thousand thunderbolts, falling from the sky, densely packed, look at the scalp numb.

Under the thunder, the ice flying sword and the ice wall shattered and turned into countless ice slags.

But just when everyone thought that this battle was over, they saw that countless small Xiaoice ballasts floated into the air and flew towards Zhu Xian, wrapping him in it.

The ice flying sword that was one of the human swords, under the thunder, the ice shattered little by little, and at the same time, it continued to stab at the huge ice ball wrapped in broken ice.

It's close.

It's closer!

With a "boom", the ice ball exploded, and I saw Zhu Xian punch out, hitting the Ice Sword directly.

The powerful coercion suddenly dispersed in all directions.

Ice ballast dances, thunder and lightning extinguish the world.

The ring collapsed, and ice splattered.

There is no dust, because all the dust has condensed into ice.

A punch, a sword, and still fighting.

Suddenly, I saw Zhu Xian's other hand, spinning in a circle, with a burst of afterimages, and blasted out with a palm forward.

There was a loud bang.

Above the Ice Sword, all the ice pieces shattered, fell off, and flew upside down.

Qi Hao also went from the state of unity of man and sword to be beaten to the surface.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the ice under his feet red.

The next moment, he suddenly jumped into the air, and the light of the ice sword in his hand skyrocketed.

The clouds are above and below, and the rain, cold dew, and water droplets left behind by the torrential rain last night are all pouring in at this moment.

The water of the cold pool is also surging madly.

For a moment, the heavens and the earth were silent, covered with countless ice flying swords.

After the flying sword, Qi Hao raised the Ice Sword, and behind him, there was a boundless ice waterfall, like a big river surging.

In a trance, Zhu Xian seemed to see the sword intent of the great river.

It's a pity that the one in front of me is just a shape.

Qi Hao's face was already a little pale, this move consumed all his true yuan, whether he could win or not, it was all in this move.

"Hurry!"

The voice fell, and Qi Hao once again merged with his sword and hid in the cold ice waterfall.

Countless cold ice flying swords, densely packed, stabbed towards Zhu Xian, like a waterfall-like ice waterfall, followed by surging.

Under the ten thousand thunders, countless ice flying swords were shattered, but a lot of them were missed, and they couldn't stop the surging ice waterfall.

At this moment, in the ancestral hall of the back mountain, an old man put down the broom in his hand, leaned against the door, and quietly looked in the direction of the sea of clouds.

Zhu Xian's hands danced, up and down, and in the palms of his hands, a flame slowly rose......

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