Sun Wei walked in the middle of the empty court, quite leisurely, and his eyes were provocatively staring at the body of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

What he was waiting for was the response of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

It was rumored that the Northern Immortal Cultivator had buried six of their Sacred Pavilion Vice-Envoys of the Ninth Order in Dusk Cliff City, and even the Immortal Venerable had told him to put all his efforts into dealing with the Northern Immortal Cultivator, which was extremely unacceptable in his opinion, even more difficult to accept than Yue Qingfeng burying his bones outside Dusk Cliff City. In his opinion, even if he practiced Heavenly Humanity, a guy who had not even crossed the threshold of the eighth order so far, how could he have such strength at that time, and what qualifications did he have to be so valued by the Immortal Venerable?

Yao Chong and Gao Yang Song were still immersed in their own battles, the surging sword intent had isolated them from their surroundings, and for him they were already fruits that could be picked at any time, compared to him, he wanted to see what the Northern Immortal Cultivator could do with him.

Northern Meditation Cultivator really can't do anything with him.

His gaze was fixed on the colorful feather fan in Sun Wei's hand.

The feathers on this feather fan can easily block He Bi's Ling Xuan Finger, and can easily disrupt the control of the elements by Dharma Sect Masters like Ji Xichun, it is obviously not an ordinary magic weapon, even if he uses the Heavenly Humanity Exploration, he will not be able to understand the mysteries.

When facing the immortal-level powerhouse, the detective effect of heaven and earth has almost completely disappeared, and using the spiritual power between heaven and earth to probe an immortal who is in harmony with heaven and earth is no different from holding someone else's wallet and dangling in front of people's eyes.

Bei Ming Xiu could clearly feel the provocation in Sun Wei's expression against him, if he was Gao Yang Song, maybe he really couldn't help but shoot directly.

Directly challenging an immortal, this kind of behavior is no different from sending him to death, but if he doesn't make a move, maybe the next moment, Sun Wei's attack will fall on Yao Chong and Gao Yangsong, the two of them are already engrossed in the battle, once they are affected by external forces, I am afraid that they will inevitably end up with double injuries.

He had to make a move.

Bei Mingxiu's expression was calm, his right hand held Han Ming, and the cold air around his body was cold, and at the tips of his little fingers, an imperceptible cold light flickered slightly in the sun.

He had imagined countless battles with immortal-level powerhouses, but when there was really an immortal-level powerhouse who provoked him, the various means he had imagined were actually not very effective.

After all, you need to try it yourself.

A little ice blade cut a hole in the Bei Ying Xiu's hand, and a wisp of blood flowed down the hilt of the Cold Soul Sword to the sword body, quietly merging with the sword body.

Even if he swallowed the Seven Heavenly Heavens in one go, when facing an immortal-level powerhouse like Sun Wei, he could only hold on for a period of time at most, and he could not win.

But in the current situation, he must try to kill Sun Wei.

So he didn't hesitate to use his essence and blood.

During the battle of Twilight Cliff City, he comprehended the use of the Dark Flame - that is, the use of the Cold Flame Flame, this special form of flame seems to have exceeded the scope of spiritual power, different from the erosion of spiritual power by the fallen element, the Cold Flame has the strong ability to completely solidify it when it encounters spiritual power, after finding Ye Xinglu and Su Yi to try the power of the Cold Flame several times, he can already conclude that this special power from the bloodline of the Northern Immortal Family originates from spiritual power, but it is faintly beyond spiritual power, and has a certain restraint effect on spiritual power.

This is a gift left by the ancestors, and it is also a great weapon for him to wrestle with the immortals, if the fallen yuan and the cold flame are combined, even if it is an immortal, it will not be easy to deal with.

And the period when Sun Wei was still underestimating the enemy was undoubtedly the best time to make a move.

You only get one chance.

Bei Ming Xiu took a deep breath, if someone paid close attention to the situation around him, they would definitely find that there were wisps of sword qi on his side, but the sword intent had not leaked out for half a minute, and in these sword qi, there was a cold qi surging.

The Northern Darkness Cold Qi and the Cold Darkness Sword Intent formed a perfect unity around his body, which was the integration of the Northern Darkness Cultivator's own exercises.

What he has learned is far more complicated than Gao Yang Song's, but he is able to absorb the strengths of each exercise, and plays the most important role at the most critical time, and those who fight with the Northern Meditation often feel difficult, largely because of this reason.

And the Cold Flame and the Fallen Yuan were all firmly held in his hands, and they never leaked half of their breath.

Even an immortal, when his heavenly humanity completely enveloped himself, he couldn't see the mystery, but his movements naturally couldn't escape Sun Wei's eyes. Sun Wei sneered, and with a slight shake of the feather fan in his hand, several white feathers flew away, and he no longer paid attention to the Northern Meditation Cultivation, and the slight vigilance in his heart dissipated because of the Immortal Venerable's advice.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator had obviously done his best, but if it was only of this level, it was not worth his second glance. Immortal Venerable was obviously just afraid of his surname in the Northern Underworld.

Even in the face of the Northern Darkness Zhou back then, he didn't think he would lose, let alone this Northern Meditation Cultivator who hadn't even reached the eighth order?

Sun Wei sneered, his "Wan Dao Yu" has been practicing for more than fifty years, and the four words of perfection are not enough to describe his attainments in this exercise, plus the Lingbao Heavenly Feather Fan that he deliberately spent several years refining in order to cooperate with Wan Dao Yu, he does not need Wan Dao Yu to change at all, only the most ordinary white feather, and he can easily take the life of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

He is confident in it.

However, at this moment, an unexpected situation suddenly happened.

A blade shining with cold light slashed through the air, and the blade slashed directly at Sun Wei, but it had the momentum of splitting this piece of heaven and earth.

The knife was slashed out, and the mountains and rivers were eclipsed.

The knife is a Han Ling knife, and the person holding the knife is Ling Duan.

Ling Duan's cultivation is already in this sword.

Under the blade, there is the severe cold of the north, the blood of countless evil powerhouses, and the will of the lord of Hanling Castle that has never fallen.

Even if this Sun Wei in front of him was an immortal, he would not back down.

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He did not participate in the encirclement and suppression of other Holy Pavilion cultivators, and from beginning to end, his eyes fell on Sun Wei.

Since you are going to the Holy Pavilion in the future, why not fight the immortals with the sword in your hand?

Ling Duan's face was full of fighting spirit, the blade was completely cut off, and the changing sword burst forward, unstoppable!

This knife can cut off the evil and eliminate the evil, and its intention is to punish the immortals!

......

Sun Wei's eyes were completely reflected with cold light, and his expression was already cold.

He didn't think that Ling Duan's knife might threaten him, he only felt that Ling Duan was provoking the majesty of the immortals.

Previously, he understated his hand, and in a gesture, he had already repelled all the high-level cultivators of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, and immediately put his mind on the three swords of the Boundless Sword Peak, and had no intention of dealing with others, but this swordsman was so ignorant that he came up to seek death?

A feather of fire fell from his fan, like a sharp sword slashing down, containing the coercion between heaven and earth, colliding head-on with the blade of the Han Ling Sword.

The indomitable sword is directly extinguished at this moment, and it seems that it will be extinguished at any time.

The sword is the condensation of Ling Duan's cultivation, and its sharpness is enough to surpass Su Lan Ting's red wave and green dew double blades, but under the pressure of the spiritual power of heaven and earth, it is still as fragile as tissue paper.

Ling Duan's mouth cracked, and the Han Ling knife flew out of his hand, landing somewhere in Songshan, and disappeared for a while.

But Ling Duan's leaping momentum was still not endless, a cold glint appeared in his eyes, his fists clenched with blood, and he smashed out with the spiritual power of his whole body in advance, directly smashing on the burning fire feather.

The Han Ling Knife is a good knife of the first rank in the world, and in Ling Duan's hands, he doesn't know how many treacherous people he has killed, and he is powerful in all directions, and without the Han Ling Knife, Ling Duan is still the hero of the North who deters the evils.

The sound of these two fists was thunderous, and the castration was unstoppable, and the fire feather was directly forced to fall by it, and the flames on the feather were suppressed and almost dissipated.

"Bastard!"

Sun Wei's eyes were full of murderous energy, and he waved his hand to stir the heavens and the earth, and he was about to kill Ling Duan on the spot. He has a total of seven main feathers in this day, corresponding to the seven elements condensed between heaven and earth, in order to let this guy who dared to provoke him die in despair, he sacrificed the most destructive Huo Xingyu, but Huo Xingyu was suppressed by this person's edge, if he didn't intervene, it was likely to hurt the hands of this indomitable swordsman!

Once the seven main feathers were damaged, he needed to spend a lot of effort to repair them, and Ling Duan was the first person to almost destroy one of his main feathers in a mortal state.

When an immortal fights with a mortal cultivator, he can't win easily, and his natal weapon is almost injured, he is not willing to accept this fact.

Ling Duan must die!

However, at this moment, a sword light came into his eyes again.

The Northern Immortal Cultivator was still standing above the Feng Zen Platform, but the Cold Immortal Sword he was controlling had been replaced by an ice sword that had just been condensed at this time.

The edge of the cold sword was exhausted, as if chasing a photo, the sword light was erratic, and the ice on the sword body was cold, stabbing at Sun Wei at an unbelievable speed.

The cultivation of the Northern Meditation Cultivator actually climbed directly to the ninth order without him paying attention to it, and the several white feathers had already fallen down, obviously having been shot down by the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

Beiming Xiu Zhang Tuo Binglian smiled gently at Sun Wei, and this kind of warm smile fell in Sun Wei's eyes, which was an unacceptable mockery.

He let out a loud shout, and with a sharp wave of the Heavenly Feather Fan in his hand, a storm of feather blades of different colors swept out, as if a giant beast opened its huge mouth and swallowed the Cold Stygian Sword into it at once.

Just as he was sneering, Bei Mingxiu also smiled, and in the next second, the ice lotus in his hand had slowly dissipated, and a fluttering word had already floated out of his mouth.

"Boom. ”

The ice bullet hidden above the body of the Cold Shadow Sword exploded at this moment.

Most of these ice bullets had the blood that had flowed out of the Northern Immortal Cultivator before, and as the Northern Immortal Cultivator activated the ice bullets, the ice lotus bloomed one after another with the Cold Shadow Flame, setting off an even greater frost storm in the Feather Blade Storm.

No matter what color the feathers are, they freeze and wither in the frost.

It's like an overwhelming snowstorm covering everything.

And the sword light of the Cold Shadow Sword, already under the cover of the frost storm, came directly in front of Sun Wei, and the sword momentum was unabated, and the edge suddenly appeared.

The sword travels thousands of miles, looking for traces, and the sword blade of the Cold Shadow Sword is the weakest point of Sun Wei's spiritual power.

The perception of heaven and humanity has been completely integrated into this inevitable sword by the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

Bei Ming Xiu nodded slightly at Ling Duan, and in the sea of knowledge, the cold sword soul was cold.

All kinds of planning and calculations are not as good as a real shot after all.

Throughout the ages, there seems to be no record of success in slashing the body of an immortal spirit with mundane power, but it doesn't mean that it's impossible.

Ling Duan had already made a move, and he also wanted to give it a try to this feat of killing immortals.