Edgeworth flew for a while, and Shi Chi Yan noticed that Wang Xialin's face was cloudy, and he wondered, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Are you not responding?" Wang Xialin clutched his chest, took several deep breaths, frowned, and said, "I haven't felt the sky for more than three years, and I'm still as irritating as ever." ”

It suddenly dawned on him that there was a Heavenly Cover in the Human Realm that suppressed cultivators, but they had lived in the Human Realm since they were children and did not feel it deeply, and Wang Xialin had been in the Ghost Realm for three years, so he had never been in contact with the Heavenly Cover, and when he came back suddenly, he was suddenly suppressed, just like altitude sickness, and he was naturally extremely uncomfortable.

On the contrary, it was too late, he had not been in the ghost world for a long time, and he was extremely adaptable, so he was only a little uncomfortable, far less violent than Wang Xialin's reaction.

After thinking about it, Shi Chi Di still dispelled the idea of using the soul path to help the other party relieve the pressure, the soul path is very important, except for a few people such as Yu Lewei, he must not disclose it to the public.

The two of them were flying in the depths of the clouds, and suddenly several thoughts swept over from afar, which were full of strong hostility, making Shi Chi Yan and Wang Xialin subconsciously slow down their sword speed and look forward.

"Chinese?"

With a voice full of doubts, a Caucasian old man holding a magic wand appeared out of thin air hundreds of meters in front of them, although he was the only one who appeared, Shi Chi Di still keenly felt that there were still dozens of breaths hidden in the clouds in the distance.

After eyeing Wang Xialin, Shi Chiyan nodded and said, "Yes." ”

This Caucasian old man obviously knows Chinese, and the question just now is also spoken in Chinese, and when he heard Shi Chi's answer, the old man's brows furrowed, and the wrinkles on his forehead became more and more wrinkled: "Our Standberg Divine Cult has important things in front of us, and it is not passable here, so you can take a detour!" ”

Although the Frost Sanctuary is not as strong as the Frost Temple, it is not weak, and it is roughly distributed in the southeast of Russia and the northeast of Outer Mongolia.

However, Shi Chi Yan and Wang Xialin didn't know about this divine cult, and even the two of them didn't even know what other forces there were in Eastern Europe besides the Frost Temple.

Wang Xialin glanced behind the old man, and immediately noticed that those people hidden around him were murderous, and he spat unconsciously, and said to Shi Chi Yan: "Don't make trouble, let's take a detour." ”

Shi Chiyan nodded, glanced at the old man, and flew to the left with Wang Xialin.

Seeing that they were going to make a detour, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't think that Shi Chi Yan and Wang Xialin had just flown away from hundreds of meters, Wang Xialin suddenly laughed, and the cold shadow sword under his feet turned into an afterimage, carrying her straight behind the white old man.

Shi Chi Yan didn't seem to expect Wang Xialin to suddenly rush inside, and after half a beat of slowness, he shook his head with a wry smile, and Edgeworth rushed inside after him.

"Stop them!"

Seeing this, the Caucasian old man shouted angrily, and several angry rebukes immediately came out of the sea of clouds, and the abundant wind element in the sea of clouds surged, and under the urging of more than a dozen thoughts, it turned into a fierce wind blade and slashed towards the two.

Although Shi Chiyan moved from behind, he caught up with Wang Xialin in an instant, and said helplessly: "What are you going to do?" ”

"Look what they're doing in there!" Wang Xialin's soft and glutinous voice was accompanied by a smile, as crisp and beautiful as a silver bell, Rao was helpless, and most of the depression was dispelled by the laughter.

glanced at the dense wind blades, Shi Chi Yan didn't draw his sword, but the sword path soul thought was raised, wrapped up countless water droplets around him, and instantly turned into a dense water sword to meet it, colliding with the ten million wind blades, all of them shattered.

Unexpectedly, Shi Chi Yan had such a method, and those people hidden in the sea of clouds of the Standberg Divine Sect were all breathless, but the next moment, they heard a burst of obscure spells sounding from a distance, and Shi Chi Yan did not look back, but just swept his mind, and saw that the white old man was holding up his magic wand just now, as if he was going to launch some magic.

Since he was already an enemy, Shi Chi Di didn't spare his hand, and flicked his fingers at the old man, and the energy that had been dispersed after the wind blades and water swords were shattered was instantly gathered by him at his fingertips, condensed into a sword spirit volley and shot out in the air.

The sword spirit came out, and the soul thoughts swept up like a tide of rage, vast and immense, like the manifestation of the heavenly river, and the silence was far away, as if the beginning had descended, instantly suppressing all those Strliberg Divine Cult monks in the sea of clouds.

The Caucasian old man was at the peak of the tenth rank, and he was at the same level as Wang Xialin, so he could still maintain his activity under Shi Chi Xuan's sword dao soul thoughts, and when he saw him reciting a spell, the magic wand in his hand was pointed far away, and he extracted all the wind elements around him from the suppression of the sword path soul thoughts, turning them into a huge storm blade.

"Storm Blade, slash!"

With the old man's angry shout, the storm blade immediately slashed out angrily, even if it was still hundreds of meters away, Shi Chi Di still felt that there were several Dao rules of power filled with it, cutting, smashing, destroying, peeling, increasing speed, etc., making the wind blade, which was originally a basic magic, enough to kill a cultivator at the beginning of the tenth rank.

Seeing that the power of the wind blade was huge, Shi Chi Yan didn't dare to hold it up, and the Frost Broken Sword under his feet flew into his hand, and when he held the hilt of the sword, the long sword that was like an ordinary iron sword immediately rose with a vast aura like a netherworld, blending with his sword dao soul thoughts, making the coercion even stronger.

Boom! The sound of the sound like a wave resounded through the world, Shi Chi died with a sword in his hand, his temperament suddenly changed greatly, and the free and easy breath after the epiphany was a few points, replaced by a strong and calm that dominated the world.

Among the various Western magics, the speed is undoubtedly the fastest in the wind system, and Shi Chi Yan had just held the hilt of his sword, and the storm blade had already slashed half a meter in front of him.

At the critical moment, he was half shocked when he didn't see him, and saw two rays of light behind him, one black and one white, light light up out of thin air, and his figure flashed in an instant, and disappeared in place in the moment before the storm blade fell.

As soon as the Storm Blade missed, the Caucasian old man couldn't help but show a little shock in his eyes, he had been immersed in wind magic for decades, and he had already worked hard to achieve enlightenment, it was good to say that Shi Chi Yan had broken his Storm Blade, but he dodged his own attack in an instant, which was too shocking.

It's just that the old man has been cultivating for nearly a hundred years, and he has so much combat experience, he just calmed down after a moment, and his spiritual power spread around like a tide, but in a few seconds, he had already discovered the traces of Shi Chi Di, snorted coldly, and waved his magic wand again, this time he didn't recite the spell again, but directly condensed hundreds of wind whips with instantaneous techniques, covering the world and sweeping towards Shi Chi Di.

Shi Chi Yan was originally hiding himself with the method of ether void, wanting to win in melee combat after breaking closer, but he didn't want the old man's mental power to be so terrifying, and he discovered his traces so quickly.

Seeing the wind whip coming, Shi Chi Yan immediately revealed his figure, and a sword was swung out, and the yin and yang light wings behind him skyrocketed at the same time, frantically swallowing all the energy around him, for a while, whether it was the wind system, the fire system or the water system, but all the energy that existed in the sea of clouds, all the wings forcibly swallowed it, and merged into the sword spirit after being transformed by the soul path.

Said that it was too late and that it was fast, the wind whip swung down, and when Chi Yan shook his wings, he actually rose against the wind whip in the sky, and the sword spirit was condensed, majestic and majestic, like a mountain rising from the ground, blocking countless wind whips.

Mountain Kendo! As soon as Shi Chi Yan made a move, it turned out to be not the sword path of killing, Taixu and other swords that he had learned in the past, but the mountain sword path he had obtained from the River Styx.

The most suitable for the mountain sword path is undoubtedly the ground, but Shi Chi died with the blessing of the soul path, which was not affected by the suspension in the slightest, and the soul outlined the mountain, and the sword spirit filled it, as if it really pushed a mountain straight towards the white old man.

And seeing this scene, the white old man's eyes widened, his old face was full of hideousness, and the spiritual power that had been cultivated for nearly a hundred years was surging, pulling the infinite wind elements to gather in front of him, turning into a golden qi sword with nine blessings such as cutting, crushing, rotating, and expelling.

"Earthbreaker!"

The roar in his throat was like the roar of a wild beast, and the white old man's white hair was shattered, and he used his spiritual power to control the golden qi sword and slash out.

With a bang, the moment the golden qi sword slashed on the pale mountain, a huge explosion scattered the sea of clouds within a radius of thousands of meters, and the aftermath of the two attacks was also a splash impact, Wang Xialin and the rest of the Striberg Divine Sect had to retreat one after another to avoid the impact of the aftermath.

And in the midst of this explosion, Shi Chi Di retracted his wings and rushed up like an eagle strike, his yin and yang light wings were sublimated through the soul path, and his speed became faster and faster, and he was more integrated into the method of Tai Xu, completely unaffected by those explosion waves.

Just as Chi Yan was about to rush in front of the white old man, the old man snorted angrily, and at some point several scrolls suspended around him suddenly burst into flames, and then a light shield appeared in front of him, and several sharp swords appeared out of thin air, slashing at Shi Chi Di.

Those swords were all condensed by the wind element, and the person who made these magic scrolls was obviously not the Caucasian old man, because the Dao contained in the swords was not at all the number that the old man mastered.

Tear! Pierce! Sharp! Lock! Firm! Increase speed!

With the blessing of several top-notch Dao rules, those few sharp swords may even be able to cut off the physique of an emperor-level martial artist, and Shi Chi Di did not dare to use his body to make a hard connection, so he simply flapped his wings, wanting to dodge the sharp sword and go straight to the white old man.

It's just that although the Caucasian old man is old and his melee ability is weak, as a warlock, his spiritual power is even a few points stronger than Shi Chi Di's.

For a while, the sound of clanging bells was endless, and Shi Chi Yan flapped his wings and fled, while swinging his sword to counterattack, but those swords contained two kinds of rules, such as firmness and locking, making the sword as strong as an entity Although the sword is energy condensation, it is as solid as an entity, even with the sharpness of the frost sword, it can be cut continuously in a short period of time.

It's just that in the eyes of outsiders, it was the old man of the white race who showed his might, and he was so embarrassed that he could only flee in a hurry, and suddenly those people from the Strliberg Cult were all cheering and their faces were full of joy.