"I'll come to fight the enemy later, Xue'er, you just stand here and wait for me, with the protection of my Mo family's agency, you will be fine." Wu Bingjia whispered.

Cai Ningxue pressed down the somewhat messy brim of her hat that was blown by the wind, and nodded: "With you Wu Bingjia here, I don't need to worry about such trivial matters."

"The situation is worse than imagined, if you can use your divine power to cover the heavens at the feet of the Son of Heaven, maybe there will be a formation master ambushing here a long time ago." He held Cai Ningxue's hand, trying not to look around.

"You know, as long as we've been in this small world of fenced inclusion, it's not easy to be rescued by our peers. Either the formation master set up an ambush in advance, or he has some other spell rune, and breaking the formation has never been my strong point......

"Leave it to me to break the formation. You can fight the enemy with peace of mind," Cai Ningxue said with a smile.

At this moment, the wind and snow suddenly stagnated, which was particularly weird.

Cai Ningxue's eyes narrowed slightly, and she saw Wu Bingjia, who was blocking in front of her, casually took out a mechanism full of edges and corners from within the square inch, and threw it casually, after the crisp sound of a real gold stone, there was a long snake covered with thorns, exuding a pale yellow halo, and having cold iron wings on its back, protecting Cai Ningxue in a circle.

In an instant, Wu Bingjia, the ranger of the Mo family, suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath, only to hear a series of crisp sounds.

Sparks splashed on the ink-strewn sword, and dozens of curved flying needles fell from the snow beneath his feet.

Without waiting for the person hiding in the shadows to react, Wu Bingjia's eyes were cold, and he stabbed his sword into the snow in front of him.

Suddenly, under this white and flawless snow road, tens of thousands of messy sword qi began to rise, like weeds and canine teeth, directly crushing the dozen or so assassins hidden under the snow into a cloud of blood mist.

Wu Bingjia did not immediately pick up the long sword on the ground, but quickly pinched the trick and stepped on the seven stars.

At first a spinning golden flywheel flew out of his hole, and as it spun faster and faster, it turned into a raging flame that filled the street.

In this way, before the snow could fall, it turned into rain and then into a white mist.

The fire was still spreading forward, but the side at the end of the snow road didn't seem to have any intention of giving up, and in a breath, a large amount of white snow was condensed by some secret method, turning into a narrow snow dragon, roaring violently, and finally confronting the fire wheel that was gushing with flames.

In the middle of the street, there was an explosion, and the wind that swept the flames and ice began to rush on both sides.

There are five more figures, killing from the eaves above his head, Wu Bingjia's eyes narrowed slightly, five realms, six realms, three seven realms, two martial artists, and three qi refiners.

Among them, the Six Realms martial artist was the fastest, holding a cyan pheasant knife, and it smeared Wu Bingjia's neck between the lightning and flint.

It's just that the next moment, this martial artist of the Six Realms who was in full swing suddenly felt that the placket of his chest was grabbed fiercely, and then there was a rapid and dazzling whirlwind, and there was a loud bang.

The martial artist was suddenly stumbled, and before he could stand up, a sharp pain that touched his soul came from his palms.

The warrior screamed and screamed, only to find that his palms had been nailed to the ground with his own cyan pheasant.

With a thud, Takefu's head was stepped into the dirt.

In front of Wu Bingjia, a two-zhang tall statue appeared with a metallic luster, and its thick giant hands grabbed the necks of a martial artist and a qi refiner on the left and right.

Click, click.

There were three more cold corpses on the ground, and all this was just two breaths.

The only two remaining Qi Refiners were all remnants from the Great Zhou Dynasty, and when they saw that they couldn't stab, they turned around and wanted to use the escape technique to escape.

Suddenly, a golden light slipped from the sky and smashed on one of the Celestial Spirits impartially, smashing the entire head to pieces.

"Don't move, it's death." Wu Bingjia reminded the monk who was lucky to survive, but was so frightened that he froze in place.

Life and death at stake, that thorn

The guest's back was immediately soaked in cold sweat.

I have long heard that the Mo family monk is not very different from ordinary martial artists and monks, or it is so strange that you can't tell whether he is a martial artist or a qi refiner, but when I saw him today, I realized that he was too fierce.

The magic is not inferior to the qi refiner, and the swordsmanship overshadows most of the martial artists.

And the reason why Wu Bingjia is willing to spare his life is also very simple, he must always leave a living mouth to interrogate, as for what outrageous means will be used in the process of questioning, or what will it look like after asking...... The assassin suddenly felt that his brain was in water, so he chose to join the group in this planting.

The whistling wheel of fire, carrying a wisp of smoke that could not stop struggling, flew back to the top of Wu Bingjia's head, and then retracted back into the hole.

There was a rumble behind him, and I saw Cai Ningxue, who was sheltered by the Teng Snake Mechanism, and above the green jade fingers, three golden threads as thin as hair, suddenly rose into the air from the cracks in the mechanism.

A moment later, three glow-filled supergiants rose from the ground, as if they were really going to stand up to the sky, and with a bang, they resisted the earth and the sky.

The pupils fluttered as the heavens and the earth swayed.

The three Optimus Giants were still "growing", but after the huge earthquake, the entire small world did not move at all, and at the top of the pillar, large and small crumbles had already begun to appear.

Cai Ningxue frowned slightly, and felt a pain in her heart.

She began to silently check the thick account books in her heart, how many coffin books did this battle cost her, there were many magic weapons, talismans, Cai Ningxue spent a lot of money and mind to pick up the leaks, there are many things she doesn't know how to put away freely, such as some rare talismans with huge killing power, as long as they are opened, it is like a dam leaking a gap, and the aura will continue to flow, and over time it will become a useless waste paper.

If the treasures harvested in this war can't make them back, they will let Wu Bingjia peel off their skins if they say anything.

As he spoke, three or four more heavy treasures used for attack bombarded the sky, seemingly wanting to break through this isolated small world by attacking.

Wu Bingjia smiled dumbly, no wonder the seniors in the sect often joked, if he married Cai Ningxue, he would marry a golden mountain, how many treasures are still hidden in this girl.

It's just that after this big war, this money-hungry girl will cry in distress again.

The rabbit rose and fell, only to hear the thick white fog in the distance, and suddenly flew out two fists.

A punch slammed into the remaining Mt. Trampling Assassin, and a punch slammed into Wu Bingjia.

"Beware!" Cai Ningxue reminded.

Wu Bingjia's five fingers were hooked, and a powerful suction force burst out from his palms, firmly grasping the assassin who was staying in place, and then raised his sword to stab at the black fist.

Before a single sword could pierce the sword gang, the tip of the sword began to tremble slightly, but unexpectedly, at this moment, the two fists that were originally straight forward drew an arc at a strange angle and began to circle around Wu Bingjia's back.

"Not good!" Wu Bingjia sensed a strange aura, and his heart moved slightly.

The statue of the god who originally looked like a god's corpse sitting, his body flickered, and he appeared behind Wu Bingjia without warning, and with a wave of his big hand, he smashed his palm at the moment when the fist was about to touch Cai Ningxue.

Wu Bingjia glanced at Cai Ningxue, and after finding that she was fine, he was about to go and kill the killer hiding in the wind and snow.

The earth began to tremble without warning, and Wu Bingjia suddenly paused, turned around and asked Cai Ningxue with his eyes.

Cai Ningxue's face turned pale and shook her head again and again.

The earth beneath their feet, no, the whole heaven and earth began to shrink towards where they were, and the houses, the towering walls, and the trees around them were like a straw mat rolled up by someone, and if they didn't react, all that awaited them would be shattered bones.

At the critical moment, the statue behind him roared, and suddenly became like a small mountain, standing up to the sky and the earth, resisting the discoloration of the heaven and the earth.

As a result, the changes in this small world were really slowed down, and they were caught off guard, and someone took advantage of the wind and snow to hide in the dark and hit more than a dozen punches.

"Ming Ghost!" Wu Bingjia's sword finger tapped the blade of the sword, as if he was there

Telling the sword in his hand is like pronouncing a sentence to a killer in the shadows.

In the next moment, within this heaven and earth, in addition to the position where they were originally standing, countless Wu Bingjia with their swords pointing at them appeared.

The sword light was pervasive, and in an instant, countless sword qi were like earth-shattering thunderbolts, grinding against each other.

The person who was hiding in the shadows only felt a flower in front of him, and he was suddenly engulfed by countless sharp sword qi.

After a while, all the phantoms dissipated, Wu Bingjia slowly put his sword back into its sheath, and as far as the eye could see, the original laneway houses were shattered by the chaotic sword qi, and they were empty.

At the farthest point of sight, two people stood side by side.

The one on the left was dressed in a snow-white white robe, wearing a mask, hiding his entire body, and the fun thing was that this person's abdomen began to bloom with a dazzling blood red, obviously from Wu Bingjia's previous sword moves, which was not lightly injured.

But when Cai Ningxue and Wu Bingjia saw the true face on the right, they immediately stayed in place, and the appearance of that person was exactly the same as Xia Ze who had met them before.

"Xia Immortal Master? What are you doing here?" Cai Ningxue couldn't help but ask.

Wu Bingjia stared at the man in the distance and shook his head: "My intuition tells me that he is not Xia Ze, it seems that he is really prepared for this planting."

Unexpectedly, when Xia Ze heard this, he began to laugh, "Yes, yes, the people in the merchant are full of copper smell, and they are not as clever as the people of the Mo family. It's just that you have one Eight Realms and one Six Realms, and some of them are not enough to see."

"If it's enough to see, you'll have to try it to know." Wu Bingjia was in front of him with a horizontal sword and said sarcastically.

Unexpectedly, Xia Ze in the distance began to cross the sword in front of him, and sneered: "Ming ghost!"

In an instant, in the alleyway, there were countless figures of Xia Ze, all of whom were holding long swords, and the sword aura was awe-inspiring.

Unexpectedly, when Xia Ze was about to take out his sword to kill the two, there was an explosion in the sky, and a heavy fist, like Mount Tai pressing on the top, fell on them.

The white-robed killer was directly affected by the wave of air smashed by the heavy fist, flew out upside down and hit his head against the wall, fainting.

And that Xia Ze was also half of his body deep in the dirt pit, his face full of shock.

"You guys were too careless, didn't I remind you to eat before leaving?" Someone spoke.

Wu Bingjia and Cai Ningxue followed the prestige, and they were suddenly overjoyed.

"Xia Ze? How did you get in?" Wu Bingjia doesn't know how to describe his excitement, he met his old acquaintance in a foreign country? Sweet dew after a long drought? Although he and Xia Ze have only known each other for a short time and haven't said a few words, this feeling of not having to be isolated is too good.

"Hu Gong Fu, I suffered a loss before, so I was thinking about how to break it, your pot Gong Fu was drawn, it almost ...... meaning" Xia Ze looked at the two killers in the distance, put his fingers together, and with a slight stroke, there was a chaotic trajectory in front of him that shattered.