A voice sounded in Qiu's mansion that seemed to have gone through vicissitudes.

The sound is just a word, or a syllable.

"Huh?"

Hearing this questioning syllable, Bei Mingxiu raised his head and looked directly at the gigantic ginkgo tree.

He had always thought that even if this ginkgo tree had some doorways, it should not have an impact on today's situation, and when he froze the pavilion, he also included this ginkgo tree in the frozen range, but he didn't expect that it would actually be a big demon, and it must be a big demon for hundreds of years.

It stands to reason that although after the Great Protective Array of Zhongzhou City was destroyed by the Sword Demon, even if it was rebuilt and definitely not as powerful as before, it should not allow the Innate Wisdom Demon to stay inside Zhongzhou City, but now that he saw this Ginkgo Tree Demon with powerful spiritual power, he couldn't help but suspect that the Great Array of Zhongzhou City had actually been passive a long time ago.

When he first came to Zhongzhou City, this ginkgo tree was already the scenery inside Zhongzhou City, and it was absolutely unreasonable to let an innate demon live in the city for so many years.

But no matter how this ginkgo tree had escaped the detection of the Zhongzhou City Protector Array, he had to face it now and then kill it.

Previously, when the rattan whip fell, he had already exhausted his sword intent, and met it with a sudden wind and snow, and finally protected himself, although he was not seriously injured, the qi and blood in his body were also churning.

Seventy percent of the spiritual power he had accumulated by various means was used to maintain the freezing of Qiu Fengchun and the control of the cold shrouded area, and it had previously consumed a large amount of sword intent to block the attack of the Ginkgo Tree Demon, the Cold Immortal Sword was not around, and the cohesion and power of the Cold Immortal Sword Intent had decreased, and it was not a big deal for him to solve this Tree Demon that had been entrenched in the hinterland of Zhongzhou City for an unknown amount of time.

The old voice of the ginkgo tree spirit came again, and the inquiry was very meaningful: "Old friend?"

Qiu Fengchun replied with a slight self-deprecation: "Don't worry, the house can be repaired if it is broken, I can't die anyway." ”

After getting Qiu Fengchun's permission, the Ginkgo Tree Demon seemed to let out a long breath, and then, the trunk began to tremble.

Countless ginkgo biloba leaves fell from the tree, like a pale yellow rain, gently trying to cover everything under the tree.

A ginkgo biloba leaf fell on the cold ice, and a crack suddenly appeared in the solid cold ice condensed by the cold qi in the north.

A ginkgo biloba leaf fell on the ground of Qiu's house, and there was a small pit in the ground, which was not large, but half a foot deep.

A ginkgo biloba fell on the Qiushui Sword, and Bei Mingxiu felt that Qianjun's strength was being transmitted along the sword body, and hurriedly unloaded the sword technique, which was not affected, but when he looked at the air and the giant ginkgo again, his eyes were already a little more vigilant.

The power of these ginkgo leaves should not be underestimated, and now floating in the air are hundreds of ginkgo leaves, if you ignore the terrifying and destructive power contained in them, this colorful scene is quite beautiful.

A gust of wind blew from outside the Qiu Mansion, and the autumn breeze was cool, which also made these ginkgo leaves flutter more and more intensely, covering most of the Qiu Mansion along the direction of the wind, and the original breeze was now under the guidance of the ginkgo leaves, which had become a storm.

The Northern Meditation was at the center of this storm.

He could even feel an invisible giant hand in mid-air guiding this storm downward, and its root was probably the demon pill of this ginkgo tree demon.

The Ginkgo Tree Demon had already used its own demonic power, but despite this, the large array of Zhongzhou City still did not react.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator didn't want to explore anything.

Qiushui Sword drew a moon and a half in front of him, pulling the ice bullets on the ground and sweeping out the ice chips, and immediately rolled more than ten ginkgo biloba leaves to the ground.

He can only achieve this degree with a sword at most, and if there are more, it will be difficult to achieve absolute suppression of the power in the leaves, but the number of these ginkgo biloba leaves floating in the air can be thousands, no matter how fast the sword is, no matter how fierce the sword is, it will not be able to defeat the surging flying leaves in the sky.

Bei Ming Xiu took a deep breath, the clouds under his feet were ethereal, and he had already retreated a few meters in a moment.

In this leaf storm that enveloped most of Qiu Mansion, it didn't make much sense for him to move forward or retreat, but for him, this retreat still had a certain significance.

Now almost back-to-back with him, Cheng Zhiwei, whose legs were already trembling, but found that he couldn't run out of this range no matter what.

He knew that Lin Wumei would not have time to save him at this distance, if he really made a move, I am afraid that he would never be able to get close to Wei Shengdan, and all the efforts he had made for so long would come to naught, so he asked for all the gods and Buddhas he could ask for in his heart several times, until he felt the approach of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and his originally trembling heart calmed down a little.

"The Son of the Northern Underworld?"

"Not leaving?" Bei Mingxiu was not polite to him, and directly slapped his palm on his back, which was enough to penetrate the mountains and gravel, if the strength was soft, and the strength was not general, he directly pushed Cheng Zhiwei far away, and smashed it against the courtyard wall of Qiu's mansion in embarrassment, although it was a little painful, but it really escaped from the scope of the storm that seemed to be able to suppress everything.

Cheng Zhiwei struggled to get up, looking at the Northern Meditation Cultivator who was surrounded by ginkgo biloba leaves in the sky, and after thinking for a long time, he didn't know what to say now, and finally could only tremble and say: "The Northern Immortal Prince...... Be careful. ”

He hurriedly looked in the direction of Lin Wumei, without his help, Lin Wumei wanted to get closer to Wei Shengdan more and more reluctantly, he finally approached within ten meters in front of Wei Shengdan, and now he has not taken a step forward for a long time.

"Brother Lin hold on, I'm here!"

Cheng Zhiwei roared, his thoughts poured out, and he blasted towards Wei Shengdan, who was guiding the thunder and lightning from the side, originally he had hesitation and fear in his heart, and even thought about whether it was too hasty for him to choose to help the Northern Meditation Cultivator this time, but after such a play, although these wavering emotions and thoughts still existed, the impact on him was much smaller.

Although he is timid and afraid, as he said before, he still wants to be faced.

Even if he has always had fear of Northern Meditation in his heart, this time his life was saved by Northern Meditation, and if he didn't do his best, he would feel guilty in his heart.

......

The Northern Immortal Cultivator was in the midst of the ginkgo leaf storm, and there was no way to avoid it.

The old voice of the Ginkgo Tree Demon also sounded at this time.

"Surrender now, at least save your life. ”

The corners of Bei Mingxiu's mouth raised an arc.

"I've got all the chessboards up, do you think there's still a chance for me to compromise?"

With a flick of his wrist, a sharp sword light pierced through the heavy fallen leaves and inserted into the soil next to the giant ginkgo, and the remaining sword intent directly cut off its roots one by one.

It was not the sword that flew, but the scabbard.

The sword is not unsheathed.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator no longer left any room for himself.

"We've given you a chance, and since you're going to hit the south wall, let's die. ”

The Ginkgo Tree Demon's voice gradually became cold, and the trunk of the tree began to tremble at this moment, even the entire Qiu Mansion trembled.

Thinking about the current Zhongzhou City, all of them can feel this clear earthquake, and the fact that there is a centuries-old demon in the Qiu Mansion will also be exposed to the public.

The Ginkgo Tree Demon didn't care, he knew that Qiu Fengchun wouldn't care either.

What it was sure of was that if it didn't attack with all its might, it might not be able to kill the current Northern Meditation Cultivator.

Northern Meditation has always been a person who is very good at fighting, no matter what kind of situation he is forced to, he knows very well what he has to do, so when there is no better solution, he will choose to fight hard.

When he is not desperate, he spares his life more than anyone else, and once he is desperate, he does not want to die than anyone else.

Fight for your own life, but also fight for the life of the enemy.

Kill each other, and you will be a winner.

What's more, this time, the Northern Meditation Cultivation is particularly resolute.

The blood feud of the family plus the grudges over the years, Qiu Fengchun has long been his target to kill, if he can't even overcome this difficulty, how will he go to the Holy Pavilion to kill the first evil with his own hands in the future, that Immortal Venerable Dongfang Xin, who is high up and can even fight with Shang Yunjian?

The Ginkgo Tree Demon was now facing the desperate Northern Meditation Cultivator, so he could feel the dangerous aura surging in his body even more, and he had no choice but to attack with all his might.

The ginkgo biloba leaves swept down towards the Northern Immortal Cultivator, as if a huge fist with great power fell.

Under this terrifying offensive, the Northern Meditation Cultivator was so small, so small that it seemed that in the next second, it would be directly torn apart.

But he was still calm at this time, and even had the strength to refute the Ginkgo Dryad's previous words.

"It's not about hitting the south wall, it's just about fighting. ”

The ice lotus in the hand of the Northern Immortal Cultivator faded away, and the Qiushui Sword slashed towards the sky with a chilling meaning, and a huge lotus bud appeared at the tip of the sword, growing stronger in the storm, wrapping the Northern Immortal Cultivator along with the surrounding five-foot range, and then, in full bloom!

The seven-petal ice lotus was in full bloom, the chill was everywhere, and the frost raged away, as if the wind and snow were suddenly coming, and the falling leaf storm was also stagnant, and the castration suddenly slowed down.

In the center of the ice lotus, which seems to be virtual and real, the Northern Cultivator faces the ginkgo tree demon across the sky with fallen leaves and ice and snow, and his voice is extremely firm.

"It's not over yet, this Zhongzhou City will inevitably be out of your control. ”

At the moment when the words fell, Bei Ming Xiu raised his hand, and the seven-petal ice lotus burst open, and the biting cold qi contained in it all exploded, colliding with the falling leaves in the sky.