The Northern Cultivator was still alive, and although that purple lightning could kill him at any moment, at least he was still able to run the Cloud Wandering Walk and run at full speed.

Beside him, a breeze drifted away, gently lifting his body, allowing him to walk through the air, thus exposing himself to the gaze of the city.

Walking through the air is not much faster than walking through the streets and alleys, and the Northern Meditation Cultivator does not want to show off that he has been hunted down for so long and has not died, but simply wants the entire city to know the true purpose of this Holy Pavilion powerhouse who has infiltrated the city.

I am the upcoming leader of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, and I am now being hunted down by the Holy Pavilion!

When this fact was exposed in front of everyone's eyes, the members of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, the high-level sects in various parts of the human world, and the many forces in the city could watch him really be killed by the cultivators of the Holy Pavilion, and at that time, the happy event turned into a funeral, not only the face of the Heavenly Dao Alliance would be greatly damaged, but the face of the entire human world in the battle in the capital would also be lost, and no one was willing to endure this result.

In the very short time that the Northern Darkness Cultivator had fled, dozens of cultivators had already tried to help, but they couldn't touch the lightning at all, so they were directly forced to retreat.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator didn't count on these ordinary cultivators, although the lightning that followed him closely behind him was small, but the energy contained in it really came from an immortal-level powerhouse, even if he turned around and fought hard, it would be difficult to resist, and there were only a few people in this Zhongzhou City who had the ability to deal with it.

Bei Mingxiu's footsteps sank suddenly, and the whole person slipped from the air, passing by someone who rushed to the street.

He Bi, the hall master of the Martial Sect Palace, was holding a long sword, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, and the moment he saw the Northern Immortal Cultivator rushing towards him, he was ready to draw the sword.

He Bi stabbed out with a sword, the sword momentum was unstoppable, with the explosion of this sword's spiritual power, countless sword shadows came out from the sword blade, overwhelmingly towards the purple electric mang, like a huge and strong fishing net, netting the swift loaches in the water, at the same time, his fingertips more invisible fingers surged out, and each finger struck steadily on this seemingly illusory electric light.

The two great masters of He Bi's life, the power of Ling Xuzhi and the Nameless Sword, have been vividly demonstrated in this encounter, but his efforts can only buy a few seconds for the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

The shadow of the sword collapsed, He Bi's long sword took off his hand, the tiger's mouth cracked, and he still seized the time to point out his six fingers, not a single finger missed, but he couldn't stop it for another moment.

He Bi had to look at Bei Ming Xiu apologetically, he had done his best, but this opponent ...... He really couldn't do anything.

Bei Mingxiu didn't have time to accept He Bi's apology, not to mention that he didn't actually have to apologize for this matter.

The gap between immortals and mortals was there, and even one of the top martial arts masters in the human world could not break this invisible barrier.

Bei Mingxiu took a few more steps, stepped on several floor tiles on the street, and the whole person took advantage of the situation again

The second leap into the air, only unlike before, this time he jumped with a shadow over his head.

This shadow is not a bad omen, let alone the breath of death, in the eyes of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, it is even a very beautiful thing to be able to see this shadow.

Ji Xichun was on top of his head, his robe blocked most of the sunlight above him, and without any extra words, he reached out and grabbed the purple lightning.

He is the master of the Dharma Sect who controls the wind element, and among the high-level of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, his cultivation is second only to Yu Changping, who has already ascended to the immortal, and under this grasp, the wind suddenly gathers, forming an invisible giant hand, and holding the purple lightning in it at once, this is the mastery.

The wind has never had a shape, this invisible giant hand is made of countless wind ropes, each wind rope is the ultimate condensation of the power of Ji Xichun's spring domain, Ji Xichun's cultivation is in between.

He was originally the top existence in the Heavenly Dao Alliance, because of the damage of the city protection array, his mood was even worse to the extreme, this time he didn't leave any room for himself at all, even the purple electric light under the control of the immortal level powerhouse was completely suppressed by him in this relatively static wind domain for a while.

Temporarily getting rid of the pursuit of the purple electric mang, Bei Ming Xiu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and seized the time to hand out a smile to Ji Xichun, and his feet did not stop.

The wind technique that Ji Xichun left on him could linger for a long time, and he would not waste the time that Ji Xichun had tried his best to buy for him.

Because of this, he didn't see Ji Xichun getting more and more ugly, until his face rose like pig's liver, if he hadn't been wholeheartedly using his spiritual power to suppress the purple lightning, he might have to scold.

His wind control technique has long been superb, in his wind domain, everything wants to move a little reluctantly, but the purple lightning is like a live fish that has been caught, the wind rope he has worked hard to condense has been broken dozens of times in just a few seconds, and even a subtle wisp of purple lightning almost touched his face, although he has to admit that his appearance is not as handsome as he imagined, the anger in his heart still can't help but burn.

Anger is anger, and he also understands in his heart that with his own means, he can only let the Northern Immortal Cultivator run for more than ten seconds at most, and if he wants to solve the means that this immortal-level powerhouse uses with the determination to kill, his catties are not enough.

The wind rope collapsed, and the wind was all around, Ji Xichun's body smashed into a certain house, smashing the stove to pieces, and when he struggled to get up, he had to use the power he barely squeezed out to attract the breeze and send the last coolness to the Northern Meditation Cultivator, which was the only thing he could do for the Northern Meditation Cultivation at present.

......

The threat of death was once again sensed behind him, and the steps of the Northern Meditation Cultivator were still not the slightest flustered.

As he thought before, he had been exposed in broad daylight, and no one who wanted to kill him except that immortal-level powerhouse would do it openly, and no matter who wanted to save him

The masters of the various sects who don't want to save him must also come to the rescue.

He walked through the streets and alleys, rubbing shoulders with the five majestic spiritual powers.

He didn't know those five people, but even if it was just a momentary rubble, he could clearly feel their majestic strength, and if he could be sent by the sect to witness the succession ceremony of the new Heavenly Dao Alliance leader, his cultivation would definitely not be too bad.

It was only a moment later, the five people who were not too bad had all been seriously injured and vomited blood, and it was obvious that with the strength of the five of them, they could not compete with this purple lightning.

A similar scene happened several times during the escape of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and no one could stop this seemingly simple and weak, but in fact extremely terrifying attack, as the lightning got closer and closer, the Northern Meditation Cultivator's heartbeat involuntarily accelerated.

The spiritual power of the Heavenly Humanity is about to be exhausted, and the ice bullets on his body have been exhausted in the burning of the spiritual power, and now his last reliance is only a Netherworld Ice Lotus that he held in the palm of his hand, and he also knows in his heart that the other party is chasing him like crazy with this mysterious purple lightning, that is, the power of this lightning to penetrate everything, if the Netherworld Ice Lotus is thrown, ninety percent may be directly destroyed by its instantaneous explosive power, and it will not be able to exert its true power at all.

He could almost feel the threat of death!

Bei Mingxiu's hand subconsciously clenched the hilt of the Qiushui Sword, even if the long sword was in his hand, he was still a little weak now.

But at this moment, a sword light slid past him, and the power contained in it surprised him.

It was a slender sword with a jade luster, which was being held by a woman at this time, and under the blade of the sword, it seemed that the Tianshan Mountains were horizontal, and there were even more wind and snow.

Snow Peak Sword Sect Tianshan Sword Duel!

The swordsmanship of the Snow Peak Sword Sect is no stranger to the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and he learned most of the Tianshan Sword Duel and the Sky Sword Technique from Yuan Xue intentionally or unintentionally, although his attainments are not deep, the merits of it have also been integrated into the Cangying True Sword, and the third type of travel for thousands of miles and the fourth type of wind and snow suddenly have the shadow of the sword technique of the Snow Peak Sword Sect. And he likes the swordsmanship of the Snow Peak Sword Sect very much, the swordsmanship of the Snow Peak Sword Sect has a chilling meaning, which is very similar to the cold sword technique of his family.

It's just that the artistic conception and the power displayed in the sword of the Snow Peak Sword Sect in front of him are completely higher than Si Xiang back then, and it is the first time he has seen such a powerful Tianshan Sword Duel, and he even has an idea at this moment.

The person who fights the sword is a real person who can be compared to the cliff of Canglangmen.

He understood the identity of the other party almost instantly.

The sect master of the Snow Peak Sword Sect actually came to Zhongzhou City in person?

Bei Mingxiu's heart sank, and then he saw the sword that he cherished, but didn't want to see now.

The Stygian Sword glowed with an icy blue glow, hovering silently in front of him.

In the distance of his sight, Yuan Xue was constantly waving at him, seeing this scene, he really didn't know whether to cry or laugh.