The open space in front of the main village has always been the place where the three brothers of the Sikong family practiced, and now its three masters have returned to the underworld, the breeze blows, raising a place of yellow sand, there seems to be a crystal white light in the yellow sand, but it is only more sad.

Bei Mingxiu and Si Xiang stood opposite each other.

Si Xiang looked Bei Ming Cultivation up and down, and persuaded again: "You have no chance of winning, give up." ”

The Northern Meditation Cultivator fought with Du Sigui a few days ago, and last night he made a desperate bet to kill Du Sigui, and the spiritual power stored by Heaven and Earth and the ice bullet in his hand have bottomed out, and in just three hours, it is impossible to recover much.

All reliance has disappeared, and his own spiritual cultivation is clearly exposed in Si Xiang's eyes.

Fourth-order medium grade.

It's not bad for a nineteen-year-old cultivator, and the people on the Shoreless Sword Peak can't tell their true strength by virtue of the realm, but the realm is still a big mountain in front of him and Si Xiang after all.

The two dividing lines recognized in the spiritual world are the fifth and seventh levels.

Only when you reach the fifth level of cultivation can you truly step into the right path of cultivation, and when you reach the seventh level, you can be regarded as a true high-level cultivator.

Most of the cultivators in the world have been blocked by these two lines, let alone the immortal level above the ninth order.

Si Xiang had already crossed these two thresholds, and then looked at the Northern Meditation Cultivator who was still in the fourth order, just like a goshawk soaring in the sky looking at the little sparrow jumping on the ground.

Moreover, in the past few days, except for the sword that killed Sikong Han, she had almost no consumption.

She is still the Frost Sword Si Xiang who once fought with the eighth-order Snow Toad Sect Master.

With the near-perfect spirit of the seventh-order middle grade against the repeated battles, and even the fourth-order middle grade whose injuries have not healed, there is no suspense at all.

Bei Ming Xiu smiled: "You underestimate the Shoreless Sword Peak too much. ”

Si Xiang no longer persuaded him, and the sword blade pointed to the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and before he could take out the sword, a cold light had already come to him.

The Cold Sword and the Autumn Water Sword are separated at the touch of a button.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator took a few steps back in a row with a cloud travel step, and smiled bitterly.

Si Xiang just waved his sword lightly and completely blocked his sword.

Although he poured all the cold sword intent and the cold qi of the Northern Darkness into this sword, he still failed to break through the spiritual power surging on the Qiushui Sword.

The seventh-order spiritual power cultivation was enough to crush all his attacks.

Retreat before it's too late.

This is what Si Xiang wants to tell him.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator ignored this.

Since he was planning to fight this one, he was ready to fight desperately.

And his real hole cards have not been used before.

After devouring a part of the Death Eye, the power of the Fallen Yuan was even stronger than before, although it had the mark of Fang Chengyu, it was still very peaceful, but once it was urged, the greater the pressure on the body, and for the sake of insurance, he did not use it in the battle against Du Sigui.

Now is the time!

As soon as Bei Mingxiu's mind moved, a strong black demonic qi emanated from his body, perhaps because he had not been used for a long time, he could finally come out to breathe after holding it for too long, and the demonic qi of the fallen yuan continued to surge, as if dancing in the sun.

At the moment when Fallen Yuan was completely stimulated, Bei Ming Xiu rushed forward with his sword, and the iron sword on his waist was also stained with Fallen Yuan, and he didn't know where to go.

Si Xiang's eyes condensed slightly, and the Qiushui Sword responded with the Sky Sword Technique, and collided with the Cold Shadow Sword again.

This time, the confrontation is equal.

It is said that it is equal, but in fact, at the moment when it was just touched, the Qiushui Sword had a tendency to overwhelm the Cold Immortal Sword.

It's just that when the fallen yuan burning on the body of the Cold Shadow Sword climbed up to Si Xiang's right hand along the Qiushui Sword, Si Xiang had to resist, quickly withdraw the sword, and quickly pull out the black demonic qi.

The Death Demon Eye can already make a high-level cultivator's head bigger, but the Death Demon Eye is born from the same origin as the Death Demon Eye, and the erosion ability is still too great!

Almost the moment when the Cold Immortal Sword was shaken back by Si Xiang with spiritual power, Bei Mingxiu let go of the hilt of the Cold Immortal Sword, held an object with his backhand, and slashed it horizontally.

It was the iron sword that stood by in front of him.

The Stygian Sword stabilized itself in the air and flew back quickly.

Si Xiang swung his sword to block again, and picked up the iron sword in one fell swoop, his face was slightly solemn.

She didn't know what happened to Bei Mingxiu, and she didn't expect that strange black qi could actually encroach on her spiritual power, so that her spiritual power suppression could not directly crush him.

But Si Xiang also understood the plan of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

Bei Mingxiu took out the sword twice, both with the sword momentum of the Canglang Sword, ensuring that she came to her as quickly as possible and touched the Qiushui Sword.

And on both occasions against the sword, he tried to let the fallen yuan contaminate her body.

She knew what he wanted to do, because in her body, there was also an existence similar to Fallen Yuan at this time, but in front of Fallen Yuan, it was really not worth mentioning, and it couldn't play any role. Three k

It's just that the current Northern Meditation Cultivator controls two swords.

Whenever a sword flew out in defeat, the Northern Cultivator would not hesitate to let go of it, grasp the hilt of the other sword, and take advantage of the sword momentum left by the previous sword to strike down again with a stack of waves.

Each sword was faster and stronger than the last, forcing her to use more and more effort to stop the erosion of the fallen elements on the sword.

The waves are stacked on top of each other, endlessly, as long as there are enough swords, sooner or later a sword can crush Si Xiang.

It's simple, but it's hard to deal with.

Si Xiang was finally convinced that the rumors in the rivers and lakes that "never believe in the realm strength of the immortal family's heirs" were not empty words.

After all, she was the senior sister of the Snow Peak Sword Sect with outstanding swordsmanship, and she quickly found a way to crack it.

For the third time, the Northern Immortal Cultivator attacked each other with the Cold Immortal Sword.

Si Xiang didn't resist, but the whole person swept towards the direction of the sword intent.

The sword intent carried the fallen yuan, staining her white dress, leaving countless marks on it, but it did not break her protective spiritual power.

If you stack three or four more swords, this sword may be able to see blood.

Si Xiang swept a few zhang away, but the sword momentum of the Northern Darkness Cultivation could not float out, in the past, he could only take it back retrospectively, and then stabbed out with a sword again.

But this time, his opponent was Si Xiang.

One of the famous swordsmanship of the Snow Peak Sword Sect, the Sky Sword Technique, pays attention to the word "fast".

Almost to the point where Si Xiang's body was still a few feet away, the tip of her sword seemed to be about to pierce his body.

So the Northern Meditation Cultivator did not hesitate to give up the Canglang Stack, and forced a breath, and the Canglang Sword Technique was accompanied by the Fallen Yuan Shi, and it was-for-tat with the Qiushui Sword.

In terms of speed, the Canglang Sword Technique is not inferior to the Changkong Sword Technique, and even surpasses it, but Si Xiang's Changkong Sword Technique has long been perfected, as for the Northern Meditation Cultivation, in Shang Yunjian's words, his Canglang Sword only got three points of it, and soon fell into disadvantage, and under the pressure of the Qiushui Sword, he couldn't help retreating, and there were more than ten small scars on his body.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator feels good about himself.

At least Si Xiang's sword, for the time being, there is not a sword that has left too much wound on his body.

It's just to urge the fallen element, and the pain that the body bears is indeed too great.

Quick!

The iron sword, which had been far away from the battlefield by the Northern Meditation Cultivator, quickly flew back and stabbed straight into Si Xiang's heart.

At the same time, the Cold Darkness Sword in the Northern Darkness Cultivator's hand was handed forward, and the Northern Darkness Cold Qi, which had been pressed by him on the sword, completely exploded at this moment, and roared out along with the Fallen Yuan and the Cold Darkness Sword Intent.

The sea of swords of the waves roars!

An ice dragon condensed from the cold air appeared in the raging sword wind and rushed straight to Si Xiang's door.

Si Xiang's expression remained unchanged, and he slapped his palm without looking back, and immediately knocked the iron sword to the ground.

At the same time, the Qiushui Sword reversed and struck the Ice Dragon Dragon's head with the hilt.

The imposing ice dragon shattered inch by inch.

The cold air of the North Darkness was directly dispersed by this understatement blow.

Si Xiang flipped his wrist, and after slashing away the ice dragon shattering with another sword, he was still indomitable with the cold sword intent.

Her eyes were suddenly sharp, and her left hand reached out like lightning, accurately grasping a cloud of quietly condensed black mist, and before it had a chance to erode, she used her spiritual power cultivation to extinguish it.

Bei Mingxiu had distanced himself from Si Xiang at this time, his eyes were always on Si Xiang, and when he saw her movements, he laughed at himself.

All his subsequent moves were broken by Si Xiang with incomparable accuracy.

It's worthy of the old rivers and lakes.

Si Xiang pulled the sword flower, the yellow sand was flying in front of him, the white skirt was fluttering, and he was still as unstained as a fairy.

"After fighting for so long, you should know the gap between us. ”

Si Xiang said seriously: "You can't kill me." ”

Bei Mingxiu smiled: "Not necessarily. ”

After speaking, he used his spiritual power and slapped the ground with one palm.

Countless ice bullets burst out of the sand.

These ice marbles, which were only the size of sand and dust, had been buried under the yellow sand, and they felt the will of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, so they appeared one after another.

At this moment, a chill completely enveloped the entire clearing.

"So what?"

Bei Mingxiu looked at Si Xiang and asked with a smile.