After saying cruel words to Shi Xiao and Mu Chongtian, the Northern Immortal Cultivator jumped down from the tower, and the Cold Immortal Sword slashed an obvious trajectory in mid-air, and a half-moon-shaped sword qi had rushed straight towards Shi Xiao with a cold Xuanbing.

The distance between him and Shi Xiao is at least more than 100 meters, and when he makes a move at this time, the momentum alone will consume a lot on the way, but at the moment when the cold light appeared on the sword, Shi Xiao had to put his hands in front of him, and almost at that moment, there was a clearly visible wound on his hand, and there was a cold material next to the wound.

Shi Xiao had thought about the battle with the Northern Immortal Cultivator many times, since the Northern Immortal Cultivator and his party killed Shi Yuanshang, their Battle Bear Tribe and the Northern Immortal Cultivator had been endless, and he allowed the Northern Immortal Cultivator to continue to walk in the Warrior Bear Tribe, which was nothing more than using his strength to kill some Holy Sons and weaken the strength of the Holy Pavilion.

He can't afford to provoke the Holy Pavilion, but a Northern Meditation cultivator, he is confident that if he makes a full effort, he will definitely be able to take it down.

However, just now, just after taking a sword qi from the Northern Immortal Cultivator, he actually fell into the disadvantage.

When did the Northern Meditation become so strong?

Wrong.

Shi Xiao's mind flashed through the Three Swords Covenant that had also set off a lot of discussion in the Demon Domain.

In the three-sword covenant between the Northern Immortal Cultivator and the Sect Master of the Snow Peak Sword Sect, the Northern Immortal Cultivator was originally wearing it, and no matter which of the three swords it was, he was extremely reluctant, so that when the Sect Master of the Third Sword Snow Peak Sword Sect withdrew the sword, many people thought that this was the Sect Master of the Snow Peak Sword Sect giving face to the Northern Cultivator, and not letting him be embarrassed too much in front of the public, but after thinking about it, what if he could really take the third sword?

The Northern Meditation Cultivator has been hiding his strength!

Once this inference appeared in Shi Xiao's mind, it was already lingering.

Yao Chong, the senior brother of the Shoreless Sword Peak, had just picked out the top masters of the Zhenlong tribe a few days ago, and by the way, he killed three old men from the Holy Pavilion, as if he was invincible under the immortal ranks.

Gao Yang Song, the second eldest of the Shoreless Sword Peak, personally killed an immortal-level powerhouse from the Holy Pavilion in the rebellion of the human world a few months ago, although he was suspected of using external forces, but first of all, he had the strength to kill immortals with the help of external forces.

The first two are all perverts of this level, the original origin of the Northern Meditation is Ling Xiaofeng, and his father is the Northern Immortal Zhou who was in the limelight back then, where would he be an ordinary cultivator?

Shi Xiao gritted his teeth, the scars on his hands were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they burned together, as well as the fighting spirit in his heart.

He is a god-of-war figure of the War Bear Tribe, the strongest individual combat power among the leaders of the eight major tribes, and now he has the bonus of a mad priest, and he is no longer an ordinary ninth-order lower-grade cultivator.

After being ridden by the Holy Pavilion for more than 30 years, his heart has long been buried in the bottom of his heart, and it has not completely exploded until today.

A foreigner is doing what he wants unscrupulously on his territory, and then challenging his control and authority over the War Bear Tribe, if he can still endure it, he will not

It's Shi Xiao.

At this point, he felt that he also had to thank the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

If it weren't for the Northern Meditation Cultivator's repeated challenges to his bottom limit, his ambition might have been silenced in the seemingly boundless oppression of the Holy Pavilion.

His fists were clenched, and the momentum around his body skyrocketed, and his fighting intent was enough to soar into the sky.

Not to mention the Northern Meditation Cultivator, even if someone from the Holy Pavilion came today, he would still have to fight with them!

......

The Northern Meditation Cultivator had no intention of going head-to-head with Shi Xiao.

Shi Xiao's own combat power is already extremely high, at least much stronger than Shi Yuanshang, if he doesn't play all his hole cards, it will be difficult to defeat him, let alone defeat it in a short period of time, even if his ice marble savings are extremely strong now, it is not something that can be squandered casually.

So when Shi Xiao was preparing to fight with him in a dignified manner, he did not hesitate to use the cloud wandering step and quietly escaped into the night behind, leaving only the tall ice tower.

Shi Xiao's huge body suddenly stopped, and the expression on his face was as usual.

He moved forward with the mentality of fighting to the death with the Northern Meditation Cultivator, but if the Northern Meditation Cultivator did not fight, he had no choice.

But Bei Ming Xiu had already made it clear before that he had already seen his intention to fight back and forth with Mu Chongtian, and he did not want to move forward but retreated, which meant to fight Mu Chongtian.

After all, the posture that Northern Immortal Cultivator showed in this Dusk Cliff City was not like he was about to run away.

However, what Shi Xiao didn't know was that the actual plan of the Northern Meditation Cultivator was really to run away, and after achieving his goal, why would he continue to fight and kill?

It's a pity that Ye Xinglu hasn't revealed his whereabouts so far, so he can only bite the bullet and deal with these big names of the demon clan, but seeing that the battle is so big, it may be a good choice to kill a few.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator fell silently from mid-air, and the cold darkness in his hand stabbed in a certain direction in front of him.

Mu Chongtian's figure suddenly appeared from behind that corner, and it was this sword light that greeted him.

Suddenly attacked, Mu Chongtian's complexion did not change much, his hands were still wrapped around his waist, and he had no intention of making a move, but a pair of invisible hands had already suppressed the blade of the Cold Immortal Sword for him.

To be precise, it was not a pair of hands, but a dense and countless invisible giant hands.

In order to stop the sword of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, the Thousand-Hand Priest has done his best.

Mu Chongtian believed in the priests of their tribe in all aspects, unlike Liang Yi and Priest Long Xuan, he had always trusted each other in the Thousand-Handed Priests, and he was completely able to entrust each other's backs to each other, and the cooperation was also seamless.

Just like now, when the thousand-handed priest clamped down on the sword edge of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, Mu Chongtian's fists with a cold aura were already about to fall on the chest of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

The strength displayed by the Northern Meditation Cultivator was far beyond their expectations, and with this sword alone, Mu Chongtian was sure that he should not be able to stop it.

But his heart never wavered, and the Great Netherworld Fist still played without scruples, as if it was going to be fought with two fists

The Northern Immortal Cultivator bombarded here.

He wasn't fighting alone.

The Thousand-Hand Priests are also taking part in this battle.

Their brothers had already experienced countless life-and-death battles together, dating back to before they became the leader of the ape tribe and the priest of the thousand hands.

They rarely fought separately, the battle of the Acropolis was just an accident forced by the situation, and now that the two of them joined forces, even if the Northern Immortal Cultivator took the lead, they didn't think they would lose.

......

Bei Mingxiu suddenly let go of his right hand holding the sword, and his hands fell like flowing clouds, caged in front of his chest, and blocked Mu Chongtian's Great Netherworld Fist impartially.

The ethereal energy of Liuyun's hand was suddenly torn apart by the fist wind at this moment, but what was splashed out of Bei Mingxiu's hands was not blood, but countless scattered ice chips.

A body of armor condensed by cold ice quietly formed around the body of the Northern Immortal Cultivator, exuding white gas under this night, Mu Chongtian only felt a burst of cold to the bone, and his heart was already shocked.

His great Netherworld Fist has been tempered for more than 20 years, and the fist style is varied, domineering like a mountain, soft as water, and the essence of the Netherworld is at its peak, but when he comes into contact with the Northern Netherworld Cultivation, what fist wind, what internal strength, are all shrouded in extreme cold, and it is difficult to break out.

Under the extreme cold, the thousand hands are also soaked in the cold, and he, the thousand-handed spirit ape, only has two hands that can be used.

Under his perception, the current Northern Meditation Cultivator's spiritual power cultivation was at least above the ninth order middle grade.

This kind of cultivation is enough to shake the whole world.

Mu Chongtian had no other way but to forcibly detonate the dark energy that had not yet been exhausted, and he was desperately suffering some internal injuries, and he had to forcibly recruit him.

A muffled sound sounded at this time, Mu Chongtian took dozens of steps back, shook off the frost of his hands, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was particularly dazzling.

Without waiting for him to have any chance to react, the Northern Meditation Cultivator had already grabbed the Cold Immortal Sword very smoothly and slashed it with his backhand.

This sword follows the meaning of Liuyun's hand brushing the clouds, borrowing the residual sword qi on the previous cold sword, which is catering to the technique of stacking the waves.

The Northern Immortal Cultivator went all out with his sword, and in the dark alleys of this Twilight Cliff City, the wind and snow suddenly appeared.

Countless sword qi fell like a storm and snow, and the wind and snow came from all directions, without a trace, and swept down with vertical and horizontal sword qi, as if it could bury everything before the sword blade!

The fourth form of the Cangying True Sword, the wind and snow are sudden, and it has always been an extremely fast killing move.

The wind and snow disappeared suddenly, Mu Chongtian was already directly embedded in the wall dozens of meters away behind him, his body was full of wounds with cold air, his spiritual cultivation was already sluggish, and his face was only helpless except for shock.

He has a thousand hands on his body, and there are also a thousand hands behind him, and he can teach the Hades Ape Tribe to bow his head with one call, and one punch can penetrate the Netherworld to pass through the Yellow Spring, which is such a big thing of the demon clan, and he can only fold in the wind and snow.

The current combat effectiveness of the Northern Meditation Cultivator is terrifying.

And if someone looks at the ice tower, they will find that it is about a meter shorter, but it is not very clear in the night.