The gazebo under the giant ginkgo biloba was completely covered with ice in an instant, like an ice sculpture, shining in the sun.

The white seeds fell on the ice, as if the big beads and small beads fell into the jade plate, and the sound was particularly crisp, and the ice on the sunspots hovering in mid-air was already revealing a touch of pitch black, but it was mixed in the color of the sunspots themselves, and it was difficult for people to notice.

Qiu Fengchun praised: "Amazing. ”

Now this scene was not achieved overnight, and when the Northern Meditation Cultivation fell, every chess piece left his traces.

Fallen Yuan wrapped the cold qi of the Northern Darkness and integrated into the chess pieces, not only making it impossible for others to detect the hidden spiritual power in the chess pieces, but also using the color of the sunspot itself to cover the existence of the Fallen Yuan, Qiu Fengchun also had to admit that it was not until the moment when the Northern Darkness Cultivation was difficult that he discovered the mystery in the chessboard.

So now, this pavilion, along with everything inside, has been covered by the cold qi of the Northern Darkness that erupted with the help of the chessboard and chess pieces.

Qiu Fengchun's legs had been engulfed by the spreading ice, but his expression did not change much, he just asked seriously, "I remember I told you that I had already entered the immortal level many years ago. ”

Bei Ming Xiu shook his head and said, "No, you don't. ”

As he spoke, his hands were already poking out like knives, and the ice blades on his fingertips appeared, stabbing Qiu Fengchun's throat.

He didn't draw his sword, but he drew his sword with his hand, and he was still fierce.

Qiu Fengchun frowned, stretched out his hand to forcibly block the attack of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and said with a smile: "How are you sure?"

In this close-range grappling, the Northern Meditation Cultivator used the Northern Darkness Cold Qi to run the Liuyun Hand, and pressed him into the downwind, which also confirmed the last sentence of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

Qiu Fengchun is indeed not an immortal person.

"If I had looked away, I would never have come here today for a showdown with you. ”

As he spoke, there were already a lot of ice bullets pouring out of Bei Mingxiu's clothes, all of which turned into a layer of cold frost on his body, and the air in Qiu's mansion seemed to be soaked in cold at this moment, becoming extremely cold.

No matter what time the Northern Meditation Cultivator is, his body is full of ice bullets of various sizes, various uses, these ice bullets have always been the most powerful force in his battle, and with his ability to condense the spiritual power stored by his side, when he has the heart to fight with people and is well prepared, his combat power is enough to reach an extremely terrifying level.

Just like now, the Seven Heavens of Heaven and Humanity broke out, and all the ice bullets that had been stored for a long time appeared, and the entire pavilion and a large area around it had turned into a world of ice, firmly imprisoning Qiu Fengchun in it.

Feeling the cold spiritual power surging in Beiming Xiu's body, Qiu Fengchun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with emotion: "It turns out that there has been a breakthrough, this breath is really nostalgic." ”

Bei Ming Xiu said noncommittally: "If you see it, go with peace of mind." ”

Qiu Fengchun glanced at the pavilion and said with a smile: "Do you think you can kill me in the Qiu Mansion?"

While the two were talking, the-for-tat confrontation in their hands never stopped, but Qiu Fengchun's sleeves were shattered, and his slightly shriveled arms were scarred, and his defense was quite reluctant.

Facing Qiu Fengchun's questioning with a sense of reminder, Bei Mingxiu only smiled faintly, and his right hand took advantage of the sword grid of the Qiushui Sword, slashing out a dazzling sword light in the ice and snow.

"Try it?"

......

When Bei Ming Xiu suddenly made a move on Qiu Fengchun, Ximen Tiezhu and Wei Shengdan both had their faces discolored, and then at the first time, there was also a roar outside Qiu's mansion, and Murong Ajiao, who ignored the civilians from the outside world, rushed in and ran towards the pavilion that was already frozen.

They never thought that the Northern Meditation Cultivator would dare to make a move against Qiu Fengchun in the Qiu Mansion, and when this unbelievable scene happened, they did not hesitate to react themselves.

If the Northern Cultivator wanted to kill Qiu Fengchun, they killed the Northern Cultivator first.

Ximen Tiezhu and Wei Shengdan, these two are the best hands in the Fa Sect and the Yi Sect respectively, and the distance from where they stood to the pavilion under the giant ginkgo biloba was only a quick leap for them.

But the closest to the pavilion, except for the two parties, should be Cheng Zhiwei and Lin Wumei, who were watching the battle not far away.

Wei Shengdan's spell came to the pavilion first, but an iron ruler slashed horizontally from the side, scattering the spiritual power in it.

One end of the iron ruler was extremely smooth, while the other end was held in Lin Wumei's hand, and Cheng Zhiwei on the side was slightly pale, perhaps because of some thoughts.

The two of them were looking in the direction of Ximen Tiezhu and Wei Shengdan, one of them was resolute, and the other was sorry and helpless.

This time, they chose to stand on the side of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

"Are you two going to rebel!"

Ximen Tiezhu spoke angrily, but when he had just finished speaking, a crisp sound sounded in his ears, as if a silver bell shook gently.

As a powerhouse of the Yizong, he reacted at once, protecting Zhihai with his mind, and at the same time locked on the person who attacked him.

In fact, he didn't need to search for the other party with his mind at all, because that person was now on the courtyard wall of the Qiu Mansion, and he was openly swordsman's sword against him.

With thoughts in the sword, thoughts are born with the sword, and those who look at the human world are cultivators, and only those who are proficient in this way are the dream of reading the sword and the platform.

Ximen Tiezhu didn't have time to think about when Yutai Yimeng came to the vicinity of Qiu's mansion in a hurry, he only knew that he had to block her, if he let her get close, he and Wei Shengdan would be in danger.

With the movement of Ximen Tiezhu's thoughts, a spiritual power with a strong sense of suppression flowed out of his body and attacked towards Yutai Yimeng.

than his thoughts, he is confident that he will not lose to a junior.

At the same time, he put his last hope on Murong Gillian.

Lin Wumei and Cheng Zhiwei, the two traitors, were actually against them sincerely this time, they had already stopped Wei Shengdan's spell offensive, and they were entangled by a dream of Yutai, and they couldn't get out in a short time, if they wanted to rescue Qiu Fengchun who was raided by the Northern Cultivator in time, only Murong Gillian could be relied on.

At this time, Murong Ajiao was only a few dozen meters away from the pavilion, and it only took a few seconds to arrive.

However, a black shadow burst in from outside Qiu's mansion and directly intervened in her path, stopping her alive.

The two incomparably powerful forces directly faced each other at this moment, and countless cracks suddenly appeared on the floor tiles in the Qiu Mansion courtyard.

Murong Gillian had already practiced kung fu at a very high level, but the person who came was actually shaking it hard and not falling behind, that is, Murong Gillian herself, who noticed the strength of her arms, was also stunned for a moment before paying attention to the person who fought with her.

What caught my eye was a face that was generally covered by a black scarf, and it was a miserable white face that was not like an ordinary person, and it was a sharp tooth that came out of the artesian golden hall.

Mad Dog has sharp teeth, and has always been the strongest combat power among the four generals of the Northern Underworld, and he is also the only one who is good at fighting.

Yutai Yimeng and Liya, these two people who were supposed to cause chaos in the Zong Hall and the Liujin Hall respectively, actually all came here and challenged the three masters in the Qiu Mansion!

Of course, this is not an accident, nor is it their whim to come here, from beginning to end, their real destination is this Qiu Mansion!

......

"I didn't expect that. ”

Qiu Fengchun looked at the resolute face in front of him, and seemed to ask seriously, "Do you still think you can kill me?"

At this time, his hands with strong spiritual power had already grasped the Qiushui Sword that was slashing towards his neck, but at the same time, the ice under his feet was also cracking inch by inch, forcing him to half-kneel.

The oppressive power of this sword cut by the Northern Immortal Cultivator is already extraordinary.

"This is the fifth type, guilt. ”

The Northern Darkness Cultivation calmly operated the spiritual power of the whole body, and the cold qi of the Northern Darkness was poured into the Qiushui Sword, and the meaning of frost and cold was even stronger, and Qiu Fengchun was about to be pressed deeper: "Back then, you forced me to come to the current situation step by step, and this sword was created for you." ”

Guilty of a style, before the move will be all the strength of the body to their own body, out of the sword, with the sword intent to affect the whole body, all the strength of the body with the sword edge falls, first slow and then fast, like slow and urgent, only leaving people with a hard way, although similar to the heavy sword slash, but the oppression is able to cover all parts of the opponent's body in an instant, once crushed under this style, the whole person will also be crushed by it.

The accumulation of several days of eruption in the Northern Meditation Cult unleashed the most perfect form of guilt. Today, he doesn't want Qiu Fengchun to be guilty, but wants him to be punished.

Qiu Fengchun was not a cultivator of the Martial Sect after all, and his body was not strong enough to ignore the sword of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and with the roar of an avalanche, his whole body collapsed and was buried in a piece of ice.