The sword shadow was divided into two, and the two turned into hundreds, and soon evolved into thousands of bright sword shadows.

As the sword shadow pressed down, the ice and snow around him seemed to be even colder.

An indescribable chill spread, eager to freeze the heavens and the earth together.

The North Plains Snow Monster felt threatened, it no longer left its hand, and countless snow soul flowers floated up from the ground, lying in front of it, trying to block Cheng Huan's attack.

The sword shadow slammed into the layers of snow soul flowers.

Red snow soul flowers fell to the ground.

After a deafening loud bang, the valley was silent except for the echo of the hum.

The Cangming Sword spun in the air, and the sword qi smoothed the surrounding ice and snow, revealing the bare ground.

If Shuang Han is here, I am afraid that he will not be able to take care of the friendship between the Dao Sect and the Sword Sect for many years, and he will want to hide Cheng Huan secretly on the mountain of the Sword Sect.

Cheng Huan's sword seemed to have a hint of being a sword, which made the sword qi stimulate the cold aura of the Holy Spirit nephrite to this extent.

The Kitahara Snow Monster summoned all its demonic power in an attempt to grasp this terrifying sword intent.

Cheng Huan's blow had actually drained all her spiritual power, but she didn't show any flinching.

The white Dao Sect disciple's uniform was blown by the wind, and the robe's belt flew away, revealing her gaze that was colder than a sword.

Obviously, she only barely raised her spiritual power to the early stage of Jindan, but Cheng Huan's sword was swung by her with the momentum of God blocking and killing God, and Buddha blocking and killing Buddha.

It seems that even in the face of a master of the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant Stage, Cheng Huan is still indomitable.

In the middle of the night, all the shadows of the sword and the snow disappeared.

The sharp claws of the Kitahara Snow Monster hold the Cangming Sword.

Its claws were so large that it seemed that with a single force, the sword would easily break in two.

It's a pity that the Kitahara Snow Monster couldn't move.

The sword qi passed over the giant claws of the Kitahara Snow Monster, leaving a bloodstaining trail on its neck.

The murderous aura on Cheng Huan's face did not fade, she walked into the cold pool, leaned over and picked up the scratched Wei Zhi.

Obviously, there was a coldness in her gaze, but Wei Zhi felt that she had fallen into a piece of warmth.

"Master's swordsmanship has improved again. Wei Zhi said with a smile.

"Shut up. Cheng Huan glanced at him, took out the pill he had refined before, hesitated for a moment, but did not immediately stuff it to Wei Zhi.

When she was refining the medicine, she didn't expect Wei Zhi to come, so these pills were relatively simple and rude.

The effect is good, but it is a lot of sin to take it.

Wei Zhi glanced at her and chuckled, "If Master doesn't give me medicine again, I'll be dying." ”

"You deserve it. Cheng Huan said, but he picked out a few pills and stuffed them into Wei Zhi's mouth.

Wei Zhi felt that the effects of those rough medicines were rampaging through his body, and it was even more painful than the wound scratched by the North Plains Snow Monster, but he still tried to make himself look more relaxed: "That guy is dead?"

Cheng Huan saw at a glance what the hell he was thinking, and glared at him coldly: "Who told you to rush up first?"

Wei Zhi softened his voice: "Isn't this trick that Master grasps the most?"

Cheng Huan didn't say anything.

On the way here, she did think of a lot of ways to deal with the Kitahara Snow Monster.

Her last move was the first type of the Fuyao Sword she had used in Emperor Mountain, "Blue Sea Tide Birth".

This is the exercise in the Treasure Pavilion of the Taoist Sect, and all inner disciples can practice it, but except for Cheng Huan, no one has been more serious about this exercise.

Because this exercise requires the spiritual power of the Jindan period just for the first form.

Rao is Cheng Huan's current heyday, and he has not been able to perform the second move.

It's just that if she wants to use the blue sea tide, the spiritual power she recovered by the pill is obviously not enough, and Cheng Huan needs time to perform the "Heaven Devouring Decision" to temporarily improve the spiritual power in her body like Emperor Mountain.

Swallowing Heaven is definitely not a high-level exercise, when Cheng Huan uses it, the absorbed heaven and earth aura cannot be stored in the golden pill at all, and it must be used as soon as possible.

This caused Cheng Huan to generally not use this trick.

After all, there are not many people who can stupidly wait for her to use up the Heaven Devouring Decision and then cast the Fuyao Sword.

Wei Zhi was obviously very clear about Cheng Huan's hole cards, so he made a move without saying a word to attract the attention of the Northern Plains Snow Monster and gave Cheng Huan enough time.

Sensing the change in Cheng Huan's mood, Wei Zhi knew how well-behaved his expression was at the moment.

The two of them seemed to be completely in tune with each other.

Wei Zhi carefully hooked Cheng Huan's sleeves: "Master, don't be angry, just treat it as two clear." ”

Cheng Huan smiled angrily.

But this is not the place to talk.

She scooped Wei Zhi up with one hand, let him lean on her shoulder, and then walked up to the North Plains Snow Monster, raised her hand and made a move, and the Cangming Sword obediently flew back to her hand.

Cheng Huan didn't put the Cangming Sword in a storage bag like other monks, and she was almost inseparable from the sword.

It's as if as long as the sword is there, she can move forward.

As the Cangming Sword flew back, the head of the Beiyuan Snow Monster also "slammed" and rolled down into the cold pool, leaving only a pair of light green eyes exposed on the water.

Cheng Huan walked over, wanting to cut open its head to get the magic crystal, but when her eyes touched the eyes of the Northern Plains Snow Monster, she instinctively sensed the danger.

Without waiting for her to think about it, Cheng Huan subconsciously threw Wei Zhi into the snow on the side.

Before Wei Zhi landed, the spikes on the tail of the Beiyuan Snow Monster suddenly flew up like a flying sword and disappeared into Cheng Huan's body.

A monster that looked to be only seven or eight years old in height crawled out of its head in the cold pool.

Cheng Huan's eyes widened suddenly.

It turns out that the juvenile Kitaharahara Snow Monster actually lives in the body of an adult Kitaharahara Snow Monster.

"Master—"

As soon as Wei Zhi turned around, what he saw was such a dazzling scene.

His brain slammed, his black and white eyes were instantly overwhelmed by the pitch-black shadow, and he rushed to the juvenile Kitahara troll standing in the cold pool, grabbed its tail with both hands, pulled it out of the adult Kitahara troll's skull, and then slammed it down into the snow on the side.

"Bang!"

The snow was instantly pumped into a huge crater.

Wei Zhi's eyes were red, like a whip, dragging the tail of the Northern Plains Snow Monster, and constantly slamming it to the ground again and again.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

“......”

The valley reverberated with the terrible sound of thumping.

The dense impact sound made people's scalps tingle to hear.

Hundreds of ravines more than ten meters deep appeared out of thin air in the snow.

Wei Zhi's hand was numb from the force of the shock, but he was like crazy, and he couldn't stop at all.

I can't wait to pump the North Plains Snow Monster in my hand into a puddle of mud.

In the confusion, a hand grabbed Wei Zhi's wrist.

The familiar temperature strangely dispelled the frenzy in Wei Zhi's mind.

"Enough. Cheng Huan's voice sounded beside him.

Wei Zhi gasped and turned his head to look at Cheng Huan on the side.

Cheng Huan didn't look anything unusual except for some holes in his clothes.