In all fairness, facing Dongfang Xin for the third time, Bei Mingxiu's heart will definitely not be easy.

Even if he knew that Dongfang Xin was actually relying on usurping the power of the Heavenly Vein Spring, which did not belong to him, before he dominated everything in Ling Xiao Peak with the supreme cultivation, the Northern Immortal Cultivator still would not treat him as an ordinary opponent.

This person was able to be valued by Sima Wuhua and Zhuge Linye, and even Xun Rizhao before ascending to the sky, even if he murdered him, he was not caught, and he returned unharmed after two years of that battle...... In addition to the various characteristics on his body, Dongfang Xin is a real immortal-level powerhouse after all, far beyond his current reach.

"I regret why I didn't take a second look at you in the first place, so that you little brute can survive to this day. ”

Dongfang Xin's thunder clone slowly spoke, not hiding the disdain in his tone at all.

Even if his body was trapped, in his eyes, Bei Ming Xiu was still an ant that could be easily crushed at any time, but it was this insignificant ant that almost disrupted all his plans, like a piece of sand falling into his eyes, if he didn't erase it, his heart would definitely not be happy.

"Thank you for your concern. ”

Bei Mingxiu's answer did not hide the smugness in his tone, and with it, there was a sharp sword light.

The Cold Sword was in his own hands, and the puppet could not use the Cold Sword Intent condensed in the Sea of Knowledge.

But that doesn't mean the puppet can't draw a sword.

The sword light pierced through the corridor and fell directly on the thunder clone, and the cold wind howled around, almost freezing everything around it.

The cold is not in hand, and the cold can still freeze the Quartet!

The cold is real, and the edge is even more real.

The sword body that was now held by the puppet seemed to be spliced together, and many parts of the mechanism could be seen with the naked eye, and it was a little shorter than a one-handed sword, but the sharpness of the sword was no less than that of a sword from the sword pool of the Shoreless Sword Peak like Long Yuan.

This is the sword form of Qianji in Lu Linxi's hand, before going to Lingxiao Peak, Bei Mingxiu found Lu Linxi and borrowed him, a magic weapon that gathered the wisdom of himself and the previous Qianji Pavilion Master.

Lu Linxi himself is in charge of the Shenwei cannon brought by the Thousand Machines Pavilion and half of the machine weapons in case of emergency, ready to deal with possible accidents at any time, and does not need to be involved in the battle, and the thousand machines are not in his hands, so the impact on him is not great.

"Banmen has an axe. ”

For the puppet's sword, a sneer appeared at the corner of the thunder clone's mouth.

He was already standing at the peak of the Holy Pavilion, and he could look down at the world with his head down, and the Heavenly Dao Alliance's powerful attack was insignificant to him, let alone an iron puppet controlled by the Northern Immortal Cultivator?

A cyan lightning flashed in his palm, and with a flick of his fingers, it collided with the sword light.

"Boom!"

Heavy sounds echoed through the corridors.

The puppet, whose body was mostly made of black iron, was directly embedded in the already messy mural, and a charred black puncture wound was clearly visible on the puppet's right arm.

With just a flick of his fingers, the cold iron body that was hard enough to resist the attack of the ninth-order powerhouse had already been pierced like tissue paper, and the sword momentum condensed on the previous thousand machines had not been torn apart.

If it was the Northern Meditation Cultivator himself who was hit, he would have been seriously injured by now, and might even die.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator manipulated the puppet to get up, and in the wind and snow, his face was already much more solemn.

He didn't

Non-body advent, neither is Dongfang Xin, he has no way of knowing how much power this thunder clone can have of his own, but judging from the results of this encounter, in the case of insufficient ice bullet reserves, even if the puppet has a strong enough body, he still can't beat this thunder clone head-on.

After all, his own cultivation was only the eighth order, and an eighth-order cultivator would definitely not be a noteworthy opponent in the eyes of an immortal-level powerhouse.

But what he is really afraid of is not the strength of this thunder clone.

No matter how difficult the thunder clone is, after all, it is not Dongfang Xin himself, there will always be a way to deal with it.

He didn't fight with Thunder Zhengyi once or twice, whether it was Dongfang Xi or Dongfang Xin's Thunder Zhengyi, he had already done a full understanding. He thought that he would lose when he collided with this thunder clone, but he didn't expect that this time the defeat would be so miserable.

When Dongfang Xi fought with him, Qingmang's sharpness and agility had left a deep impression on him, but the snap of his fingers from the thunder clone was strictly speaking, it was not a full force of Qingmang.

It's like a sword that hides the edge of the sword, the blade has not really come out of its sheath, but it has already wounded him.

That's not just the power of Thunder's righteous intentions!

When the Northern Darkness Cultivation Heart was like lightning, another thunderbolt fell on the puppet, and the protective magic circle on his chest suddenly activated, and it shattered in an instant.

Even if it was a collection of many mechanisms and methods of the Thousand Machine Pavilion, it was still difficult to resist this swift and inscrutable thunder.

It wasn't that the Northern Meditation didn't react.

When the puppet was smashed into the mural, the thousands of machines in his hands had already gathered cold qi in front of him, and the sword momentum of Wanghai Chao had already been completed.

But when that thunderbolt easily pierced the tide of Wanghai and blasted into the puppet's chest, the dark clouds in the heart of the Northern Meditation cultivator were a little heavier.

He finally determined Dongfang Xin's means.

Thunder Zhengyi can't easily break through the tide of the sea, as the starting style and the only sword in the Canglang swordsmanship, all kinds of changes can be transformed from it, and when you concentrate on defense, it is enough to become the strongest barrier in front of the sword bearer.

No matter how agitated the thunder was, it couldn't tear all the sword momentum that seemed to be static and moving in an instant.

Dongfang Xin's thunder clone has done this, if it were not for the protection of those many small magic circles, the core part of the puppet at this moment has been poisoned by Dongfang Xin.

The exercise that really made him do this is called "Ling Xiao Three Breaks".

There are three breaks in Lingxiao: clear break, spirit break, and mind break.

According to the description in the Ten Thousand Volumes, among the three breaks, the Ming Break breaks all the world's martial arts, the Spirit breaks the world's magic, and the mind breaks the world's thoughts.

The three divisions break the world and practice the orthodox three sects, which shows how proud the founder of this exercise is, and how terrifying the exercises he left behind.

At least in the records of the Ten Thousand Scrolls, the difficulty of Ling Xiao's three broken cultivation is much more difficult than that of the birth and death of all things, and even Sima Wuhua himself, who can fully grasp the power of the extinguishing scroll, can only master the clear judgment of the three broken ones, and not fully grasp it.

At the beginning, Shang Yunjian was suppressed for a period of time in the face of Sima Wuhua's clear judgment, let alone him?

"Ling Xiao Sanzhuan, this name, you have already heard it. ”

Dongfang Xin's indifferent voice sounded again, and at the same time, in the chest cavity of the puppet, the three magic array barriers were shattered one after another, and even the specially quenched dark cold essence iron could not resist such violent thunder, and more than ten small holes appeared that were almost penetrated.

If the puppet is a human,

The trauma suffered at this moment was already life-threatening, but the Northern Meditation Cultivator, who was controlling the puppet, still replied with a sneer: "Such a peerless miracle, but it is used by traitors, it is really a tyrannical thing, it is sad and lamentable." ”

The puppet's heavy blow did not affect his own conversation in the slightest, although he knew that in the face of Dongfang Xin, verbal provocation would not have much effect, he still opened his mouth.

If you don't find pleasure in the enemy, you will be happy in yourself.

And he's also looking for a way to crack the verdict.

If there was really no one to break the Ming Judgment, the Ten Thousand Scrolls would not have been shattered by the slashing at the beginning.

In the collection of ten thousand volumes, Sima Wuhua has clearly written that he has not really mastered the spirit break, and for the other two breaks, he only has a first glimpse of the door, Dongfang Xin, as a student of Sima Wuhua, even if he cultivates the clear judgment, it is extremely difficult to be in the attainment of this peerless exercise, if he really cultivates the Ming Judgment to the point of breaking the world's martial arts, the first blow should be able to completely destroy his sword momentum and the puppet, instead of being slightly offset by his residual sword momentum.

Relying on the layers of insurance carved on the puppet by the Thousand Machine Pavilion, the thunder clone attacked dozens of times, but it was unable to directly destroy the core of the puppet, but a huge slash broke in the puppet's chest, and the cold air could not help escaping, coupled with the many penetrating wounds around it, it was extremely shocking.

And in these few seconds, the Northern Meditation Cultivator once again condensed the sword momentum, and the sword blade of the Thousand Machines slashed out towards the chest, as if a strong man had broken his wrist, heroic and decisive.

The core of the puppet is a small magic circle composed of spirit stones, which can continuously absorb the spiritual power between heaven and earth as the driving force to drive the puppet, once it is broken, the power of the puppet will not exist at all, even if it does not know the mechanism at all, the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from the core of the puppet can also make people with a little eyesight lock this weakness.

The hardness of this iron puppet is extraordinary, and even this thunder clone does not have the ability to easily penetrate it, and if you want to completely eliminate this ignorant knot, directly destroying the core is undoubtedly the most efficient method.

So the thunder clone did not freeze in the slightest, and the hand wrapped around the purple lightning leaned towards the core, and the Northern Meditation Cultivator would not let it easily destroy the puppet core.

After all, the thunder light was faster than the sword light.

Thunder is right, purple electricity and green mang, which is known for its speed.

In the moment before the sword light fell, the cyan thunder had already rushed into the core position of the puppet with the hand of the thunder clone, and the surrounding ice fell apart in an instant, completely unable to resist.

The sword light fell, several purple lightning dissipated without a trace, and the thousand machines held by the iron arm also fell silently.

The core of the puppet has been completely destroyed under Qingmang's slash.

The puppets did lose momentum, too.

However, the face of the thunder clone changed slightly at this moment.

He found that he could no longer pull his hand.

The core location of the puppet has been imprisoned by the cold iron for some time, and the cold ice that originally surrounded the core area has already taken advantage of the situation to leave.

This is a kind of mechanism lock of the Thousand Machine Pavilion, and the lock is the thing that tries to invade the core, and the most guarded against is the spiritual power.

Even if it is a violent thunder, it can only be suppressed in the forbidden lock.

In an instant, the huge iron puppet had dragged the thunder clone to the ground together, but the cold ice inside poured out directly, snatching thousands of machines on the ground and rushing towards the rear gate.

The core of the puppet never worked.

From beginning to end, it was the cold ice of the Northern Meditation that controlled the puppet.

When encountering a thunder clone, the role of the puppet itself has been changed to attract and imprison the thunder clone.

The rest will be completed by the Northern Darkness Cultivator's true heart-to-heart Northern Darkness Cold Qi!