Bei Mingxiu pulled Ye Xinglu and jumped lightly onto the ice tower.

Ye Xinglu was led by him to stand in the middle part of the ice tower, while he stood on the ice tower with one foot and stepped on Yin Nanxuan's thin line with the other.

The moment he touched the thin line, a touch of frost enveloped the thin line, and the chill gradually appeared.

The Northern Cultivator looked into the distance along the thin line, the starlight was not bright tonight, the moonlight was also desolate, and when he looked at it, he couldn't see any figure at all, and under the perception of heaven and humanity, there was no powerhouse above the ninth order in the Dusk Cliff City.

He didn't believe that the Holy Pavilion would only come alone.

But since he can only feel Yin Nanxuan's existence now, he had better kill this guy first.

Countless ices emerge from the thin lines.

The cold ice came from the ice tower, which was the crystallization of the condensation of the cold qi of the Northern Darkness, and those thin lines seemed to embed a sharp blade into the ice tower, intending to cut and smash it, so he pushed the boat along the water, and used these thin lines to return Yin Nanxuan a big gift.

The dozens of thin lines piercing the ice tower were frozen in an instant, and the frost continued to expand and spread, like a small boat breaking through the waves, sprinting quickly towards the distance in the dark night.

Yin Nanxuan's threads spread all over the city, like a big net covering everything in the city, and the frost started from the ice tower, and immediately covered the other thin lines along the thin lines.

All of a sudden, the sky above Twilight Cliff City was filled with cold.

There is not a thin thread that is not cold and cold.

Ye Xinglu looked at this scene in a daze, the cultivation and control and cohesion of the cold ice that the Northern Meditation Cultivator was now showing were far beyond her imagination.

His cultivation is constantly supplied by the ice tower under his feet, but for the control of the elements, it is definitely not such a simple matter, Ye Xinglu, as a rare cultivator specializing in magic in the Holy Pavilion, understands how many years of hard work it takes to master spells in the subtleties.

According to her understanding of the Northern Meditation Cultivation, the Northern Meditation Cultivation suffered a great change when she was young, and she did not receive any real cultivation guidance for a long time, and after being found by Shang Yunjian, she was even more cultivating the sword path of the Shoreless Sword Peak, and there should not be much time to practice the control of spells, that is, the Netherworld Ice Lotus, which has long been known for its murder, is only a kind of precise control in a small area, and now the Northern Darkness Cultivation seems to have controlled the entire Twilight Cliff City under the cold ice, and the control skills are extremely superb, otherwise Yin Nanxuan's thin line will not have time to be retracted and will be directly frozen in mid-air。

Her beautiful eyes looked Bei Ming Xiu up and down, thinking to herself how many secrets you still have.

In this regard, the Northern Meditation Cultivator could only smile heartily.

Not many people know that when he lived in Pingyuan Village when he was young, he would subsidize his family by making ice sculptures almost every winter, and those ice sculptures were generally exquisite and beautiful, and he also developed many wonderful uses of ice marbles in the process, if he couldn't even control the cold perfectly, then the stupid son of the landlord in the next village would not willingly send him money every winter.

Today's hand, there is no other reason, only the hand is familiar.

It's just that he still sighed after all.

He used the thin line on the ice tower to spread the ice, and directly froze the net laid by Yin Nanxuan, but he failed to capture Yin Nanxuan himself.

According to Yi Ming, Dongfang Xi once used Yin Nanxuan's silk to lead the nets, and seriously injured him with the help of thunder and righteous intent, which may be the shadow left on him after the war.

Now Yin Nam-hyun is out of touch with the thin thread that leads the wire, which is a good thing and a bad thing for him.

Yin Nanxuan severed his connection with the thin line, and his cultivation was relatively discounted, but at the same time, he couldn't touch Yin Nanxuan's position with these thin lines, and then killed him in one go.

So he glanced at Ye Xinglu beside him.

Ye Xinglu smiled knowingly and said, "Think of me now?"

After teasing this, a light appeared in her hand.

She is not a cultivator who is good at fighting, it seems mysterious to draw into the Dao, but in fact, she can't play a big role in the encounter at all, so she can only cultivate magic to meet the enemy, Yin Nanxuan has already reached the half-step immortal level, and she is an extremely upstream existence in the Holy Pavilion, if she fights with Yin Nanxuan with magic, there is absolutely no chance of victory.

But the fact that she was able to escape from Yoon Nam-hyun seventeen times is already very telling.

She is not good at fighting, but when it comes to small means, the Northern Meditation Cultivator may not be able to play with her.

When she entered Twilight Cliff City, she left a lot of her own mark along the way.

Some of those marks were by the trees outside the city, some under the roots of the city walls, some on the poles of street vendors, and some in the bricks of the streets......

All over the city.

These marks are all the back roads she left behind, and their uses are different, if she first met Yin Nanxuan when she didn't meet the Northern Meditation Cultivator, even if she couldn't escape from this area, she could escape for a long time just by escaping, and Yin Nanxuan's lead couldn't help her in a short time.

Now, the marks are her eyes.

They extended farther than the Heavenly Dao of the Northern Meditation Cultivation, and were more hidden than Yin Nanxuan's thread, and a moment later, with the help of the residual mark on a certain fallen leaf, Ye Xinglu stretched out his hand and pointed to a certain point in the northeast direction.

"It's right there. ”

Without waiting for Ye Xinglu to finish saying this, in Bei Mingxiu's hand, an ice bullet flew out directly, blasting towards that place like a meteor.

A seven-petal ice lotus exploded in the night sky, setting off a rain of ice outside Twilight Cliff City.

Ye Xinglu quickly pointed in another direction, and with the previous guidance, she didn't have to speak to explain.

Wherever she pointed, the Northern Meditation Cultivator would fight.

Kill that bastard surnamed Yin.

In her imprints all over the four directions, Yin Nanxuan didn't expect that the seven-petal ice lotus of the Northern Meditation Cultivation would actually be able to lock his position, and he couldn't dodge it, so he hurriedly protected himself with a silk lead, but his left shoulder was still torn by the ice blade, and after that, he had been moving quickly on the thin line outside the Dusk Cliff City.

If Northern Meditation Cultivation hadn't frozen all his "eyeline" in Dusk Cliff City, and if Ye Xinglu hadn't laid so many marks, the current Yin Nanxuan would have been able to dodge calmly and arbitrarily, constantly consuming Northern Meditation Cultivation's spiritual power, but now, he was completely passive.

Bei Mingxiu and Ye Xinglu are both people who are in the battle with endless small means and are keen on the layout in advance, but the former is used to accumulating strength, and the latter is used to playing tricks on the enemy after leaving countless back roads, and now these two ontologies are not strong, but the guys with their own dense layouts before the war have gathered together, and it is no longer as simple as one plus one equals two.

Every time Ye Xinglu pointed the way, she predicted Yin Nanxuan's possible moves, and she could guess seventy percent correctly, while Bei Mingxiu shot out a seven-petal ice lotus with all her strength the moment she pointed out the direction, seemingly not caring about the consumption of spiritual power at all, and did not give Yin Nanxuan any respite.

Before these ice lotuses bloomed, they were all round ice bullets, and the Northern Meditation Cultivator would also take advantage of the situation to mix a sword intent in them to ensure that when the ice lotus exploded, it could achieve maximum lethality with the minimum consumption of spiritual power.

Ice lotuses came in a steady stream, blooming with cold ice fireworks everywhere outside the city of Dusk Cliff City, and Yin Nanxuan struggled to walk through these fireworks, crying out for a while.

Half a quarter of an hour passed, and Yin Nanxuan outside the city was already in rags, with countless tiny blood marks on his body, and he looked extremely embarrassed, so much so that Ye Xinglu couldn't help but laugh out loud while instructing.

The dignified Suzaku envoy was beaten like this, which was really embarrassing.

Her eyebrows were a little more serious, and she solemnly pointed in a certain direction: "The last blow." ”

The ice bullet held in Bei Mingxiu's hand also erupted into pitch-black smoke at this moment, shooting out suddenly in that direction.

It should be more than enough to kill the badly injured Holy Pavilion Vermilion Bird Envoy with a Nether Ice Lotus with all its might.

But at the moment when the Netherworld Ice Lotus shot out, Ye Xinglu's face suddenly changed: "Oh no!"

A burst of light flashed in her hand, and she and the Northern Meditation Cultivator were no longer in place, but moved to the bottom of the ice tower.

In the next second, countless thin lines like iron needles pierced through the place where they were originally standing, and the top layer of the ice tower, which was already much shorter, was suddenly cut and collapsed, and the ice was scattered all over the ground.

Ye Xinglu stroked his slightly undulating chest, gritted his teeth and said, "I underestimated him." ”

"I don't know when, the one who ran away was already a silk puppet he made with a silk lead. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, his essence has already entered the city. ”