The tips of the Cold Shadow Sword and the Autumn Water Sword were pointed together, and the continuous sword qi burst out, sweeping towards that purple lightning like a shocking wave.

At this time, the Canglang Sword did not show the vastness that engulfed everything, whether it was the Cold Shadow Sword or the Autumn Water Sword, they all condensed the edge to a point on the tip of the sword, and the full power of the combination of the two swords was all condensed on a small section of the sword that extended from the tip of their sword.

Although the sword is small, it is sharp and difficult, as if everything in the world will be easily cut off by it when it encounters it.

This attack, which pours all its power into one point, is exactly the same as the purple lightning.

That purple lightning is an extraordinary thing, it was cast by that immortal-level powerhouse, and it was specially used as an attack method for him to chase his soul and ask for his life, in the face of this transcendent attack, can this sword be truly cut off, Bei Mingxiu's heart has no bottom, but what he can be sure of is that they are now unprecedentedly powerful.

The combination of swordsmanship is a means to be able to achieve one plus one is greater than two, and this perfect combination is to exert their strength to the extreme, if this sword can't determine the world, what else?

Bei Ming Xiu and Yuan Xue looked at each other and smiled, and the two almost identical sword momentum erupted from the two swords respectively, and the sword light rose by another inch, piercing straight into the front end of the purple electric light.

At the moment when the two sides collided, there was a sudden burst of force from the hands of Bei Mingxiu and Yuan Xue holding the sword, almost shocking them to the point that the long sword was out of their hands, and at the same time, on the electric light that escaped because of the insertion of the sword, several small purple lightning had already climbed onto the two people's swords, which could spread to their bodies at any time.

If these small wisps of purple lightning were seen by the elders of the Dharma Sect who cultivated thunder, they might feel that they were not worth it, but this purple lightning itself was not an ordinary thunderbolt in people's cognition, even if it was a small wisp of thunder light separated from it, it also contained a strong sense of destruction, far from being something that any of them could bear.

But now, they're two people.

The sword slashed through the purple lightning, and the Northern Immortal Cultivator immediately said: "Change the sword!"

The Cold Sword retreated with the sword momentum of the waves, and swept out again in the form of waves and sand, just like after the tide fell, suddenly a glacier broke through the sea, and it was the third type of the Cangshen True Sword that traveled thousands of miles.

The sword and the sword-wielding Xingqianli are two swordsmanship techniques that are the same, but the effect is quite different, but the condensed sword momentum is the core of the Xingqianli style, and now he holds the cold and the underworld makes the Qianli, and the sword momentum of the combination of the two swords suddenly surges, engulfing those few wisps of purple lightning with the meaning of forest cold.

He was not in charge of this change of move, and when he shouted those two words, Yuan Xue's pace was already completely consistent with him.

Yuan Xue advances when the Northern Darkness cultivates, and Yuan Xue retreats when the Northern Darkness retreats, and every move of the two is almost identical, that is, the Northern Darkness Cold Qi that erupted from the Northern Darkness Cultivation in the thousands of miles was also perfectly simulated by Yuan Xue with the Ice Cold Qi of the Snow Peak Sword Sect, and the thousands of miles that erupted in Yuan Xue's hands even faintly surpassed the Northern Meditation Cultivation

signs, it was only because she was in the middle of the sword combination at this time that she deliberately suppressed some.

This detail Bei Ming Cultivator didn't want to care about anymore, he wanted to take advantage of the purple lightning to be a little sluggish and just defeat it in one fell swoop, and Xing Qianli, which had the common advantages of the Canglang Sword Technique and the Sky Sword Technique, was the best choice.

Rumble!

When the sword light penetrated the purple lightning, an explosion resounded in the street, and the shock wave raged, destroying most of the surrounding buildings, but fortunately, there were not many people here, so there were not too many casualties.

Bei Mingxiu and Yuan Xue were both swept away by this violent impact, and the two of them rolled on the ground for dozens of meters before they could barely get up, although they barely held the sword in their hands, they were also greatly injured.

The smoke and dust were filled, and Bei Mingxiu and Yuan Xue glanced at each other, and they could see weakness from each other's faces, but now in this situation, they couldn't help but be unhappy, and even Bei Mingxiu couldn't help but smile.

And they succeeded.

Under the combination of the two swords, the purple lightning that had been suppressed by many senior powerhouses finally dissipated in the air forever.

This is also enough to prove that if they combine their swords under the sword combination technique, it is enough to fight with the peak powerhouses above the ninth order, and they will not even be taken advantage of in a short period of time.

The sense of urgency like chasing souls disappeared abruptly, and the Northern Meditation Cultivator really wanted to rest for a while, but before his tense nerves could be relaxed, he was tensed again by the abnormality detected by the Heavenly Beings.

"Get out of the way!"

Yuan Xue, who was still excited, did not expect that there would be a change in Yuan Xue pushed away a few meters, Bei Ming Xiu gritted his teeth, and in front of the horizontal sword, the fallen yuan burned in his body, and bloomed out with the cold qi of the North Underworld, forming an invisible wall in front of the sword, which was the strongest and only sword guarding the Canglang swordsmanship, looking at the sea tide.

As he quickly set up his posture and met the enemy with luck, a small, imperceptible green light suddenly shot out towards him, although the speed was not much stronger than before, but the sharpness in between was surpassing.

The Northern Cultivator smelled the smell of purple lightning from that little bit of green mang, and at the same time made a rough judgment: this green mang is the true source of the power of that purple lightning, and it is also the true form of the purple lightning condensed, their two swords combined are just to disperse those purple lightning and force out this green mang, not to completely eliminate this entire attack, if he is dignified against the green mang, he doesn't know what the result will be.

It's just that he can't think about it now, and the next moment, the power from Qingmang that seems to be able to penetrate everything is really pressed on the body of the Cold Shadow Sword.

The solid wall formed by the condensation of the cold qi of the Northern Darkness and the Fallen Yuan was shattered almost instantly, and the feet of the Northern Immortal Cultivator were deeply sunk, and the floor tiles under his feet had turned into powder under the pressure, and these powders were still increasing.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator retreated dozens of meters in a moment.

His entire body trembled, and the cold ice condensed on the sword had completely shattered and fallen off, accompanied by two muffled sounds, and two blood arrows followed

He squirted from all over him.

The two wounds were on his left and right arms, although they were only penetrated by the extremely subtle force in Qingmang, under the pressure of Qingmang, the blood arrow could soar several meters, which showed the great pressure on the Northern Meditation at this time.

All he could do now was to do his best to maintain the Wanghai Chao Style, although this style was just a simple horizontal sword, its defensive ability was top-notch, as long as the Cold Shadow Sword was still in front of him, that green mang would not be able to inflict real fatal damage on him.

Rao was like this, and the bones of his whole body seemed to be shattered, and he was suffering from extremely severe pain, if it weren't for his mental fortitude, he would have fainted to death in pain at this time.

More and more blood arrows were shooting out of him, and the clothes he used to participate in the succession ceremony were already full of holes, almost a pile of rags, and his hand holding the sword was trembling, and the blood was gurgling from the tiger's mouth, and he didn't know how long he could hold on.

Bei Ming Xiu gritted his teeth, at this time there was only that green light in front of his eyes, and the green light that was rampaging in his field of vision seemed to be about to shatter his sea of consciousness and shatter his body, but he was never a person who accepted his fate, if he wanted to fight, he had to fight until the last drop of blood was shed!

In a trance, he heard Yuan Xue's shout: "Master, please help Brother Beiming!"

A cold wind blew in his ears, followed by a crisp sound and a helpless sigh.

The Sect Master of the Snow Peak Sword Sect failed, and the sword under the wind and snow of the Tianshan Mountains was easily shattered by that green mang after all, and the Northern Meditation Cultivator could not see the process, but heard the result.

He can confirm that the opponent's offensive can completely crush all his hole cards, but it is hidden as a seemingly inconspicuous small means, and it really took a lot of thought to kill him.

He can only continue to fight, as long as he does not let the other party kill him as he wishes, it will be his victory.

Although he knew that Yu Changping's chances of defeating the other party were very slim, and no one here could save him, if he could survive this green mang today, I am afraid that a miracle would be needed.

In this case, the Northern Meditation Cultivator is willing to believe in miracles, and for miracles to happen, he first needs to do everything to protect himself.

He'd been holding out for a long time, at least much longer than the mysterious man had estimated.

And so, a miracle happened.

Bei Mingxiu's eyes suddenly returned to clarity, and the whole person suddenly lost his strength, and almost fell to his knees, but when he saw the scene in front of him, his face was already in disbelief.

Yuan Xue stood in front of him.

Her hand landed on the Cold-Stygian Sword, and the green light that seemed to pierce the Cold-Stygian Sword had already dissipated without a trace, as if everything just now was just a dream.

Bei Mingxiu knew very well that this was not a dream, he stared at Yuan Xue's hand, and Yuan Xue was like a child who had done something wrong, his hands unconsciously pinched the hem of his clothes, bowed his head and said nothing.

In her hands, there was purple electricity entwined, and a faint green light appeared.