Liang Zicheng's eyes were staring at the Ice Flying Sword, he didn't know what level the flying sword was, and he could actually break the fire dragon so easily.

Liang Zicheng's hand kept moving, and with a wave of his big sleeves, countless fireballs condensed and shot towards the Jindan Ancestor of Ziyan Pavilion.

Purple Flame Pavilion Zhang Old Ancestor took out the Ice Flying Sword, held the Ice Flying Sword tightly in his hand with both hands, and suddenly countless sword qi struck towards the fireball in front of him.

Countless swords collided with the fireballs sent by Liang Zicheng in the air, and they were wiped out in the air, turning into bits of aura and disappearing into the sky.

"Chop". Purple Flame Pavilion Zhang Ancestor didn't know when he appeared behind Liang Zicheng, and a cold ice flying sword quickly slashed towards Liang Zicheng.

"When". It seemed that Liang Zicheng had already known that Zhang Laozu of the Purple Flame Pavilion would appear there, and the bright silver spear was waiting there early.

For a while, the spells were intertwined, the spear and the flying sword collided, and the two of them chased or hidden, advanced or retreated, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser!

In the entire bamboo forest, there was the sound of the collision of fire spells and ice spells everywhere, and many Jindan ancestors retreated again.

"Icy Chill!"

Suddenly, Purple Flame Pavilion Zhang Ancestor burst into tears, his whole body's true qi was running rapidly, and he pinched a mysterious seal in his hand and pushed it forward violently!

A long flickering ice light bloomed in the ring full of ice chips!

The Ice Soul Cold Light not only has the cold of the Ice Spirit, but also has the speed of light. This ice spirit cold light is a high-level spell of the ice type, a spell that can only be practiced by monks after they reach the golden pill.

Everywhere I passed, the water vapor in the air turned into tiny ice chips in an instant, crackling and falling to the ground!

"Burning the world". Liang Zicheng also shouted, and then a fiery red streamer flew forward.

"How did you learn the fire-based golden pill spell at such a young age?" Overlord Sect Huang Lao Zu looked at Liang Zicheng in surprise who used fire to burn the world.

This young Jindan monk not only has the Jindan Dharma, but also has learned the Jindan spell of the fire system.

"Boom". The fire-type golden pill spell Fire Burning the World and the ice-type golden pill spell Ice Spirit Cold Light met in the air, and a huge sound erupted.

The violent aura fluctuations flew quickly in all directions, shattering the bamboos in the bamboo forest in an instant.

On the city wall north of the Immortal Yuan City of the Southern Liang Kingdom, there were also bursts of violent tremors, and many Qi cultivators did not react at all, and they fell off the city wall.

"What just happened?" a Qi cultivator looked around cautiously.

"It was just a fight between the two Jindan Ancestor spells."

"What kind of spell, how can there be such a big fluctuation, and even we have such a big movement here?"

"It should be the Jindan spell that will have such a big shock."

"Which of the two Jindan Ancestors will win?" a Qi cultivator asked.

"It's not clear, judging by the current situation, they should be evenly matched".

A Qi cultivator suddenly looked ahead in shock, then pointed ahead and said, "Look, the predecessors of the foundation have all returned."

Many Qi cultivators looked ahead, and sure enough, in that direction, many foundation building monks had already run back, and their faces were full of fear.

"Uncle Shi, why did you run back?" a qi practitioner seemed to ask immediately.

"The fluctuation of Jindan Ancestor's spell is too great, and just now there are three fellow foundation builders who were killed by the aftermath of Jindan Ancestor's spell." A foundation monk said slowly.

"Senior brother be careful". Seeing Liang Zicheng's fire burning the world, the Purple Flame Pavilion King Ancestor directly annihilated his senior brother's spell.

Moreover, his senior brother didn't have time to use a spell at all, so he hurriedly summoned a flying sword to kill Liang Zicheng's fire in the world.

"Boom". The flying sword of the Purple Flame Pavilion King Ancestor directly smashed into Liang Zicheng's flames and smashed on the ground next to him.

"Wang Daoyou, what are you doing here?" Many Jindan monks looked at Wang Lao Zu of Ziyan Pavilion one after another, but they didn't expect him to directly intervene in the fighting methods of the two Jin Dan Old Ancestors.

"I'm sorry, I didn't control it for a while." Purple Flame Pavilion King Ancestor immediately said.

"Wang Daoyou, the duel between monks should be fair and just." Before Huang Laozu of the Overlord Sect finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhang Laozu.

"Huang Daoyou, remember it in the next, and never interfere in the fighting methods of the two in the next." Purple Flame Pavilion King Ancestor hurriedly said.

Overlord Sect Huang Ancestor looked at the Purple Flame Pavilion King Ancestor and didn't speak, if it wasn't for the Purple Flame Pavilion King Ancestor just now, the fire would have been deflected from the world.

Even if the Purple Flame Pavilion's Zhang Ancestor was not seriously injured, his vitality would be greatly damaged, and with the state of the Purple Flame Pavilion's Zhang Ancestor just now, it was absolutely impossible to take over the fire in the world intact.

Liang Zicheng took the bright silver spear and looked at Wang Lao Zu who was standing in the Ziyan Pavilion on the periphery, he didn't expect that this Wang Lao Zu would actually help at a critical moment.

"Your Excellency's fire spell is really powerful." Zhang Lao Zu of the Purple Flame Pavilion said slowly.

Zhang Lao Zu of the Purple Flame Pavilion said, and with a swipe of the flying sword in his hand, a dense blue and blue sword shadow suddenly appeared, and rushed towards Liang Zicheng like a rainstorm pear blossom!

Liang Zicheng's eyes were full of waves, and the bright silver spear in his hand was swept from the bottom to the top, and a thick spear stabbed towards Zhang Laozu of the Ziyan Pavilion.

Seeing this, Zhang Laozu of Ziyan Pavilion shook the long sword in his hand, and with a lot of skill, the long sword accurately wiped out the spear from a tricky angle, and then bullied himself and fought with that Liang Zicheng!

Zhang Laozu of the Purple Flame Pavilion had extraordinary swordsmanship, cutting or stabbing, and the sword light flickered. No sword qi rose with the sword, and it was quickly extinguished by Liang Zicheng's bright silver spear one by one.

rumble

Liang Zicheng and Ziyan Pavilion Jindan Ancestor punched hard, and both of them retreated sharply.

There were deep marks on the ground, dust piled up, and fallen leaves flew around.

"Junior, look at the move" Zhang Laozu of the Ziyan Pavilion suddenly stretched out his hands and blasted away in the direction of Liang Zicheng.

Rumble!

After an earth-shattering roar, two blood-colored huge palm prints suddenly erupted from the palms of Zhang Lao Zu of the Purple Flame Pavilion.

These two blood-colored huge palm prints were mighty and amazing, and they flew directly towards Liang Zicheng.

Liang Zicheng was overjoyed when he saw that Zhang Laozu of the Ziyan Pavilion actually attacked him directly with his palm.

Liang Zicheng's expression did not move, and the bright silver spear in his hand was directly sacrificed, and he suddenly met the blood-colored hand that came from the cover.

boom

It was as if a shot had been shot into the cotton, and the bloody hand suddenly retracted.

Not far away, Purple Flame Pavilion Zhang Lao Zu had a gloomy face, his eyes were calm, and he stared at Liang Zicheng with murderous intent. At this moment, his face was distorted, and the black blood in the palm of his right hand slowly dripped down.

A vague figure flickered and rushed forward in the bamboo forest, setting off a gust of wind and dust, and bursts of air slammed violently on the ground—I saw Liang Zicheng rushing towards Zhang Laozu of Ziyan Pavilion at a speed that ordinary people could not see.

"Senior Brother Zhang, be careful". Purple Flame Pavilion King Ancestor shouted loudly.

Purple Flame Pavilion Zhang Lao Zu was still checking the injury in his hand, and before he could make any reaction, he saw Liang Zicheng come not far from him.

"When". Purple Flame Pavilion Zhang Ancestor just hurriedly blocked the long sword in front of him. However, due to Liang Zicheng's momentum, the long sword of Zhang Laozu of Ziyan Pavilion was directly picked up by Liang Zicheng.

Liang Zicheng's spear then quickly stabbed at Zhang Lao Zu of Ziyan Pavilion. Since the long sword of Zhang Lao Zu of Ziyan Pavilion had already flown out, Liang Zicheng was pressing forward step by step.

Purple Flame Pavilion Zhang Ancestor didn't have time to summon the flying sword at all, if this continued, Purple Flame Pavilion Zhang Ancestor would inevitably fail.

"Look at the sword". The Purple Flame Pavilion King Ancestor then sacrificed his magic sword.

The flying sword of Zhang Ancestor of the Purple Flame Pavilion quickly flew towards Liang Zicheng before many Jindan Ancestors could react.

Liang Zicheng had no choice but to stop pursuing Purple Flame Pavilion Zhang Ancestor, and turned around to pick up the flying sword of Purple Flame Pavilion King Ancestor.

By the time Liang Zicheng looked at Zhang Laozu of the Purple Flame Pavilion, he had already held the long sword in his hand.

"Old Ancestor Wang, what are you doing here?" Many Jindan Ancestors looked at Wang Ancestor of Ziyan Pavilion one after another, but they didn't expect him to intervene in the duel between the two Jindan Ancestors again.

"I'm sorry, my hands are itchy for a while." The Purple Flame Pavilion King Ancestor hugged his fists and did not speak again.

"Wang Daoyou, how can you meddle in the duel of Brother Jindan." Heavenly Sword Sect Han Ancestor immediately drank it, if it wasn't for the Purple Flame Pavilion King Ancestor, maybe this Purple Flame Pavilion Zhang Ancestor had already been defeated.

"I'm sorry, the flying sword under it didn't control it for a while." There was not the slightest apology on the face of the Purple Flame Pavilion King Ancestor.

"Wang Daoyou, I hope you don't interfere in their duel, otherwise I..." Before the Overlord Sect Huang Ancestor's words were finished, he was interrupted by the Purple Flame Pavilion King Ancestor.

"Rest assured, Huang Daoyou will never interfere in the future." After the Purple Flame Pavilion King Ancestor finished speaking, he looked at the other Purple Flame Pavilion Golden Pill Ancestor.

This Purple Flame Pavilion Golden Pill Ancestor immediately nodded, as if he had reached some kind of agreement with the Purple Flame Pavilion King Ancestor.

Liang Zicheng looked at the two Jindan Ancestors in the Ziyan Pavilion, he knew that if he had the advantage next time, the two Jindan Ancestors would still make a move.

At this time, a fiery red ball composed of aura suddenly appeared in the hand of Zhang Lao Zu of the Purple Flame Pavilion, and there seemed to be a huge aura fluctuation in that ball.

Liang Zicheng kicked his foot suddenly, the ground of the bamboo forest cracked piece by piece, countless cracks spread, Liang Zicheng held a bright silver spear, and rushed straight towards Zhang Lao Zu of Ziyan Pavilion.

Wielding the bright silver spear in his hand, violent aura fluctuations came from the bright silver spear, and then, he took another step, turning into a blurred figure and stabbing directly at Zhang Lao Zu of the Purple Flame Pavilion.

At the same time, Purple Flame Pavilion Zhang Lao Zu gritted his teeth and decided to break the cauldron, now the distance between Liang Zicheng and him is shrinking rapidly, and if he is not released, there will be no chance!

The purple-red spiritual power scattered in all directions, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi continued to pour into the colorless light cluster, but with a buzzing sound, the whirlpool of the wind stopped rotating, the spiritual energy stagnated, the atmosphere froze, and all the spiritual energy converged towards the light cluster, making the dazzling light impossible to look at.

Purple Flame Pavilion Zhang Lao Zu raised his long sword, he pointed at Liang Zicheng, and said solemnly: "Go, Purple Flame Wave."

With this soft drink, a blazing light burst out.

The raging flames were accompanied by scorching winds, but the most terrifying thing was not the tangible firestorm. Rather, it was an arm-thick purple-cyan invisible pillar of light—the endless light and heat contained in it could be felt just by looking at it.