Cheng Zhiwei's heart was completely engulfed by shock.

It had not been a day or two since he had intersected with the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and he had a particularly deep memory of this state of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

When he entered the Shen Mansion to kill Shen Yi, his gaze was also so cold and full of killing intent, and his hand holding the sword was also so steady.

It's just that when he went to kill Shen Yi back then, although the state of the Northern Meditation Cultivation was terrible, at least he still had the strength to fight, and now that the Northern Meditation Cultivation has almost reached the point of running out of ammunition and food, how can he get past these many people and kill Qiu Fengchun, who doesn't know how much cultivation he still retains?

Cheng Zhiwei had cold sweat pouring out of his back.

He suddenly felt that it was really possible for the Northern Meditation Cultivator to succeed, and this absurd and nonsensical idea startled him.

How is that possible?

Just as Cheng Zhiwei was about to think of something else to comfort himself in his heart, a sound of footsteps came into his ears, which directly made his heart completely tense.

The Northern Meditation began to run.

His steps were a little heavy, and now he was scarred, both internal and external, and the changing battle situation did not leave him time to seize the time to accumulate spiritual power.

Now he didn't use Yun Youbu, he simply held the sword in his hand and ran in the direction of Qiu Fengchun.

With every step he took, his body trembled for a minute, and then blood splattered from the wound, leaving a little plum on the ground.

Rao is like this, his pace is still steady, and the firmness in his eyes has not wavered for a moment.

Now he is covered in blood, and the original plain white clothes have almost become bloody clothes, but this is not a bad thing for him.

The pain cleared his mind and made him more aware of what he wanted to do now.

Blood and fire have always been two themes that echo each other from afar.

The blood-soaked Northern Immortal Cultivator rushed towards the sea of fire, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at the old figure in front of the sea of fire.

......

What the Northern Cultivator wanted to do was very obvious, he didn't hide it, and he couldn't hide his actions, so except for Ji Xichun, who had already fought to the clouds, and the Blood Sword Squire, everyone else who was in the fierce battle reacted.

The first to react was He Bi, although the hall master of the Martial Sect Hall was one against two, most of his attention still fell on Qiu Fengchun's body, and when he noticed the actions of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, his first reaction was to stop the Northern Meditation Cultivator from moving forward.

Even if the Northern Meditation Cultivator is now scattered in breath and his spiritual power is scattered, at most it is only the combat power of an ordinary person, and he still can't take this risk.

The Spirit Void Finger Power was condensed between them, and before they could be launched, two black blades had already slashed in, firmly sealing his fingers.

Obviously it is two daggers used to assassinate, in the hands of the sharp tooth, there is both the flexibility of a soft whip, and the grandeur of a big knife, under the hand, it is difficult for him to point out the power of Ling Xu's fingers, let alone the long sword out of the sheath again, every time he has the opportunity to react, there is always a feather dart flying, so that he has to react.

Sharp Tooth's attack can be said to be a stalking, like a mad dog biting people, but his every move is above board, even his own cold aura can't hide it.

He Bi can be sure that if there is no consumption before Li Ya, they will do a battle of life and death, and the victory or defeat will only be between five and five.

It's just that now, Liya doesn't seem to have any intention of fighting him, just constantly blocking the movements of his hands.

He Bi immediately understood their plan.

They only need to buy time for the Northern Meditation Cultivator, enough time to kill Qiu Fengchun, and before that, they will stop him at all costs.

Even if he was at the peak of the eighth order, and half of his feet had already stepped into the ninth order of the Martial Sect, when the Spirit Void Finger was targeted and he had no time to draw his sword, he would not be able to quickly break through the blockade of the sharp teeth.

He had to sigh secretly, deal with it with all his might, and say sorry to Qiu Fengchun in his heart.

I'm afraid he won't have time to come to the rescue.

......

Compared with He Bi's passive response, Qiu Yesi was much more calm.

Although the attacks of Yutai Yimeng and Hu Shengxiong were fierce, under the control of her skillful spells, they couldn't touch a single sleeve of her clothes at all.

Not long ago, Mu Dansheng also experienced that all the offensives were in a soft state, and there was no way to focus on it, but compared to the previous Mu Dansheng, the current Tantai Yimeng and Hu Shengxiong were more violent.

But no matter how fierce the offensive was, it was difficult for their attack to enter Qiu Yesi's body, and countless mud and stones were entrenched around him, as if a small tower had been erected, and only Qiu Yesi was allowed to enter the tower, and everything else was not allowed to enter.

Even so, Yutai Yimeng and Hu Shengxiong are still pouring their strength, what they want to do is not to defeat Qiu Yesi, as long as they force her to be unable to help Qiu Fengchun.

Although their offensive may only last for a short time, in this short period of time, they should be successful.

......

The battle between Qian Jinglei and Ye Qingzhou was the fiercest except for the battle in the sky that drew the sky red and attracted the attention of almost everyone in Zhongzhou City.

Ye Qingzhou couldn't help but shoot out stones in his hands, these gravels that could be seen everywhere next to the collapsed Qiu Mansion were like the sharpest arrows in his hands, each one was enough to shoot through a soldier in strong and heavy armor, and the response to dry thunder was much simpler, his palms seemed to be thunder, and each palm directly wiped out the flying gravel, leaving only the flying ash that dissipated in the wind.

A moment later, the two of them were struck together, and the spiritual power in the confrontation overflowed in all directions, cutting countless cracks into the already messy street floor.

Their sense of battle is almost comparable, in this case, the spiritual power of the two is consumed a lot, and it is completely the amount of spiritual power and the concentration of attention, either side has a slight flaw, or a slight lack of spiritual power, it will inevitably end up defeated.

The battle can last as long or as short as it gets, and until the outcome is decided, nothing is decided.

......

The Northern Meditation Cultivator swaggered past the small tower where the autumn night thoughts were condensed, walked through the floor tiles that were cut by the two of them with dry leaves, walked through the deep hole poked by He Bi's Ling Xu's finger in the ground, and then walked in front of Qiu Fengchun.

Without any greetings or superfluous movements, when the Northern Meditation Cultivator lifted the Qiushui Sword, it was a sword stabbing out.

The Cold Sword Intent had been squandered by him when he dealt with the Ginkgo Tree Demon's raid before, so now he was just simply using his sword.

This sword is taken from the "breaking waves" style in the Canglang swordsmanship, even without the blessing of sword intent and spiritual power, the sword stabbed by his own strength still made a roar in the air.

The tip of the sword slashed from Qiu Fengchun's earlobe, and at the last moment, Qiu Fengchun turned his head and narrowly avoided the sword.

Qiu Fengchun's eyes were full of banter, as if he saw something interesting: "In your current state......"

His words came to an abrupt end.

Because the Northern Meditation Cultivator is still out of the sword.

After missing the first blow, his sword moves changed from the Canglang Sword Technique to the Snow Peak Sword Sect's Sky Sword Technique.

The characteristics of the Snow Peak Sword Sect's Sky Sword Technique can be summed up in one word - fast, not the endless flow of the Canglang Sword Technique, the speed of which is layered on top of each other, its speed is most displayed in the sword moves, not in the sword intent of the Canglang Sword Technique, and the Qiushui Sword is the sword in the Snow Peak Sword Sect that can best fit the sword skills of the Snow Peak Sword Sect.

The tip of the Qiushui Sword was like an eagle striking into the sky, and it was about to pierce Qiu Fengchun's head.

Qiu Fengchun smiled slightly, and used his spiritual power to retreat to avoid it, but when he retreated, the tip of the Qiushui Sword, which was originally slightly upward, was inadvertently reversed, and it had already stabbed him in the throat.

The retrospective style of the Canglang Sword Technique and the setting sun style of the Chiyang Sword Sutra, even if there is no spiritual blessing, it is still not to be underestimated.

Qiu Fengchun used his spiritual power with both hands and slapped directly on the chest of Bei Ming Xiu.

He has never been involved in the Martial Sect, and none of the exercises he practiced are aggressive, but this simple and pure spiritual attack can still kill the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

Behind him is the sea of fire, and he can't retreat, so there is only one way to strike first.

When he took the palm, Qiu Fengchun's eyes were a little helpless.

It's a pity that killing the North Meditation Cultivator now is not in his plan.

But when he slammed his palms into the ground, his heart sank.

The spiritual power in his palm disappeared for some reason, and he couldn't even make the Northern Meditation Cultivator vomit a mouthful of blood.

Then he saw a small bloody fragment peeking out of the shirt on Bei Yingxiu's chest, and the tip of a sword that pierced his throat.

Bei Mingxiu gritted his teeth, and with a horizontal sword, he immediately picked it up.

With the splattering of blood, an old man's head flew out diagonally and fell into the flames, and after a small sound, there was no more sound.

The severed part of the skull is smooth as a mirror.

There was silence in front of Qiu's house.