Northern Meditation had never thought that Song He was a cultivator before.

He always thought that he was just a good-hearted and honest farmer.

Seeing Song He's move at this time, he finally admitted that Song He was not only a cultivator, but also a powerful sixth-order mind cultivator.

If he hadn't neglected to cultivate in Plains Village for more than ten years, who knows how high his current realm would be?

Song He didn't care about the idea of Northern Meditation Cultivation, he just tried his best to charge forward like a lion and tiger, not caring about the bloody wounds on his body at all.

When the blood is exhausted, the strength is exhausted, and the man dies.

But he didn't care.

What he wants to do now is to open up a path for the children he has protected for most of his life.

A path that is enough to kill Li Duye.

"Hold your mind. ”

After whispering these words to the Northern Meditation Cultivator, Song He was angry and sank into the dantian, and a thunderous roar echoed between heaven and earth.

Breaking the evil thunder sound, one of Song He's most powerful exercises, once relied on this move I don't know how many cultivators he defeated.

At this time, he was full of indignation into this roar, so the power was even stronger, as if the entire plain village was trembling under the thunder.

He didn't care about whether it would affect the normal life of the villagers, and only thought about killing Li Duye.

Li Duye died, so that his wife and children could be safe.

Temporary security is also security.

The thunder sound was deafening, and although Li Duye did not move, the spiritual power in his body was still somewhat affected.

The short sword in Li Duye's hand continued to hum in the thunder.

He only needed to stab lightly now, and he could pierce Song He's heart with his sword qi.

But he didn't do that.

Because after Song He roared out that thunder sound, the Cold Soul Sword of the Northern Meditation Cultivation had already arrived.

It's still the same "chasing shadows", it's still the cold.

But now the surging black qi swirled on the Cold Stygian Sword, and it did not hide its arrival in the slightest, completely like a raging dragon attacking him.

As a seventh-order cultivator, Li Duye didn't think that this sword would have any effect on him, but as the cold and demonic qi approached, some fear actually arose in his heart for no reason.

As a killer, he hadn't felt fear in a long time.

So he chose to give the strongest sword to the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

Above the short sword, the killing intent was surging, as if there was coagulated blood flowing down, strange and powerful.

Li Duye stabbed out with a sword, colliding with the sword intent dragon that was intertwined with ice blue and pitch black.

It is said to be a sword, but in fact it is already countless swords.

His wrist trembled, and the tip of his sword trembled with it, and with each tremble, a sword was calculated.

Countless sword lights flickered in his hand, and the flying sword shadow firmly protected him, no matter how powerful that sword intent dragon was, it couldn't break through his sword qi by a single point.

Each sword slashed a trace of sword intent, and occasionally stood and slashed a small wisp of demonic energy.

He kept drawing his sword, as if he was tireless.

In fact, the cold aura brought by the six-petal ice lotus had already hit his body, and the power of it could not be easily resisted even by a seventh-order powerhouse.

However, Li Duye is not an ordinary person, he is a killer.

He had a piece of gold silk soft armor engraved with many defensive sigils.

This is the masterpiece of the Eight Heavenly Machines Gate of the Ghost Domain, not only is its defense amazing, but it can also reduce the damage of the spell by half.

Previously, he couldn't block the sneak attack of the Northern Immortal Cultivator, just because he didn't have time to urge the rune, and the Cold Immortal Sword was a divine weapon, and the golden silk soft armor couldn't block it.

Now that the sigil is completely open, in the midst of the cold wind, Li Duye still wields his sword, as if he has not been affected in the slightest.

Bei Mingxiu frowned.

The other party's spiritual power cultivation was close to that of Si Xiang at the beginning, but now he doesn't have so many Xiaoice marbles.

His sea dragon roar contained the power of the six-petal ice lotus, and he had already done his best, but he was blocked by the other party in this simple way.

Each of his swords seemed to have insight into the flow law of spiritual power in it, piercing from the weakest point, tasting it shallowly, exchanging his own minimum consumption for the largest loss of sword intent Youlong, forcing the bloom of his sword intent, and not giving time for the erosion of the fallen yuan.

The rope saws the wood and the water drops through the stone, it only takes a while, and his sword sea dragon roars will be a complete failure.

But fortunately, this period of time was long enough, and Li Duye was so engrossed in dealing with his sea dragon roar at this time that it was difficult to distract himself from him.

Bei Mingxiu glanced at Song He, fell into his hands, stepped on the flowing clouds, swept behind Li Duye, and shot without hesitation.

He used the cirrus style of the Drifting Cloud Hand.

The most treacherous and complex cirrus clouds.

Only in this way can he be most sure to break through the surging murderous aura that protected Li Duye's heart and beat the fallen yuan into his body.

However, at this moment, dozens of cold rays shot out from Li Duye's cloth clothes, and went straight to the North Darkness Cultivation Gate.

In a hurry, the Northern Meditation Cultivator only had time to do one thing.

The queen of the Northern Darkness Xiucang retreated, turning into a cloud in the form of a cirrus cloud, and barely swept away the cold light in front of her.

If it weren't for the fact that he sensed it quickly and shot quickly, he would have been pierced by these genuine hidden weapons at this time.

But he didn't block the three sword qi that overflowed out of nowhere.

Although now he barely blocked Li Duye's insidious trick, and the injury didn't seem to be serious, he also lost the opportunity to sneak attack Li Duye.

Li Duye exposed the killing moves on his body and stopped him, and did not look back, naturally confirming that he had no way to threaten himself for the time being.

Bei Mingxiu's face was a little ugly.

Those three sword qi were not sent by Li Duye casually at all, they were gifts that he had been brewing for a long time with his killing intent and specially prepared, as long as he got close, he would be directly triggered.

The three sword qi slashed three openings in his arteries at three strange angles, neither shallow nor deep, just at the critical point.

If he didn't move, it would be fine, but once he continued to use his spiritual power, his arteries would rupture.

No one can ignore the consequences of the rupture of three arteries.

The Northern Immortal Cultivator inhaled helplessly, collected the Fallen Yuan back into his body, and began to wholeheartedly control the last half move of the Cold Immortal Sword, the Sea Dragon Roar.

There is no point in continuing to erupt into depravity.

The only thing he can rely on now is the Cold Shadow Sword, which has been restrained by Li Duye.

Once again, the Northern Meditation Cultivator felt the gap between himself and the enemy's cultivation and combat experience.

Different from Si Xiang's time, this time's opponent Li Duye is a seventh-order powerhouse who does everything, in terms of cultivation, he is not stronger than Si Xiang, and he can definitely be said to be weak Si Xiang's line, but his methods are endless, treacherous and difficult to prevent, and it is difficult for him to take people's lives, and it is difficult for him to be taken by others.

Such people are extremely terrifying.

In a way, he's one of those people.

So he believed that even if Si Xiang and Li Duye fought, they would not be able to take advantage of it.

So he became more and more puzzled.

Obviously, Li Duye had the ability to easily kill Song He and Sun Linxian, but why didn't he succeed in a single move, and let Sun Linxian escape with his children?

An idea popped into his head.

Although looking at Li Duye's previous performance, this may not be the truth, but it is the most likely possibility!

Bei Mingxiu's body suddenly became cold, and he shouted violently: "Uncle Song, retreat!"

When Song He heard Bei Mingxiu's words, he was slightly stunned.

It's not that he doesn't retreat.

When he made a move, he didn't leave himself a way out.

At this time, he was in mid-air, hitting Li Duye's heart with a tiger descending the mountain.

After Bei Yingxiu lost the first blow, he did not hesitate to take his place and continue to attack from the rear.

In his opinion, under the front and back attacks, Li Duye, who was tired of coping, might really be killed by him.

Perhaps, not inevitably.

What Li Duye was waiting for was his shot.

He withdrew his iron sword, letting the Wind and Frost Demon Qi sword intent rage on him, reaching out and flexing the sigil on the golden silk soft armor, an invisible barrier unfolded, isolating everything.

His finger forcibly activated the power of the sigil, and this golden silk soft armor was abolished.

But his purpose has also been achieved.

Li Duye turned around and looked up, revealing a bright smile.

The short sword in his hand smoothly stabbed into Song He's chest, and he quickly pulled it out.

There was not a trace of blood on the sword, but a blood flower bloomed on Song He's chest.

Song He roared angrily, ignoring himself, pouring all his strength into his arms and smashing it towards Li Duye.

This was the last moment of his life's counterattack, even if he was as powerful as Li Duye, he was still shocked back more than ten zhang, and spit out a mouthful of blood under the surging of qi and blood.

But, that's it.

Song He half-knelt on the ground, his face full of unwillingness.

Li Duye stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said to Song He, who was holding on to himself and refusing to fall, "Brother Song, let's go." ”