Ji Chunqiu was in mid-air, the sharp pain seeped out of his body along with blood, even if he was already in an embarrassing situation, his eyes were still bright, and the disdain in his eyes never faded.

He considered himself to be one of the wisest people in the Holy Pavilion since the departure of the two Immortal Masters, and even if he could not hold an important position in the Holy Pavilion for some reason, he could not shake his confidence in himself.

He is proud, and he is proud of this capital.

The current situation of Momei Villa was completely caused by him, and what he did was to use the influence of the Holy Pavilion to coerce and lure, attract so many strong people with a bunch of empty checks, and by the way, induce the audience he wanted to see the most - the White Tiger made Bai Wuxin come as the last hole card.

He had never promised anything, and those who had received his blank checks had no chance of him keeping their promises—even if they could compete with the majesty of the Holy Court, the dead would not have had the opportunity to enjoy what they thought they would get.

With the power of one person to round this killing situation, Ji Chunqiu is very satisfied with his handwriting, if there is no accident, Yao Chong will die today, Momei Villa will be completely destroyed, and the stargazing map will also fall into his hands, the human realm cultivator who knows the inside story will not live, and no one will know what he has done, and under the inducement of national hatred and family hatred, the human realm under the leadership of Gao Yangsong will not be able to react.

Unfortunately, if it were one or two accidents, he would have seen the opportunity to turn the situation around, but there were too many accidents.

The Heaven Slaying Sword and the Canglang Sword Array appeared one after another.

Ming Dao's strength exceeded his expectations.

Gao Yangsong's coming.

The sneak attack of the Northern Meditation.

All the accidents are superimposed, even if the killing can be achieved today, he will pay a lot of price for Ji Chunqiu, and this price is likely to be death.

Ji Chunqiu now wants to reverse this situation again, and at the same time affect another game.

So today, he will kill the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

......

Ji Chunqiu stretched out his hand in the direction of the Northern Meditation Cultivation.

Northern Meditation Cultivator had already retreated, but in his eyes, his speed was no different from that of a child.

Ji Chunqiu sneered, stretched out his hand and grabbed it forward.

The trees in front of him were instantly suppressed by an invisible powerful force, and the branches and leaves fell in the direction of the Northern Meditation Cultivation, and some of the trees whose branches were not strong enough were directly broken in the process, revealing the annual rings that were not dense in the trunk.

At the end of the tree-paved road, the Bei Ming cultivation figure suddenly stopped, and the whole person hovered in mid-air, as if being held tightly by an invisible hand. Unable to move.

In the next second, his whole person seemed to be thrown into the direction of Ji Chunqiu.

This is Ji Chunqiu's powerful spiritual power, firmly controlling the Northern Meditation Cultivation at a distance of 100 meters, both the technique and the spiritual power cultivation shown in this process are impeccable, and Ji Chunqiu, who is seriously injured, can still do it, which can only show that his heart has actually been very calm.

He has always believed that no matter what difficulties he encounters, his heart must not be uncertain, and if he is uncertain, he will panic, and if he panics, he will make mistakes, and for people like him, who regard themselves as conspirators, mistakes in calculations are absolutely irreparable mistakes.

But the moment he controlled the Northern Meditation Cultivator and threw it over, his heart was completely panicked.

What he caught was not the Northern Meditation Cultivator, it was clearly a vivid humanoid ice sculpture wearing clothes!

The ice sculpture has a notch in its right hand that allows it to move its joints slightly.

Ji Chunqiu recalled the scene just now, and cold sweat couldn't help oozing from his face.

The sunlight shone down the cliff, just covering the face of the "Northern Meditation Cultivation", and the pure Northern Darkness cold air emitted by the "Northern Meditation Cultivation" made him directly lock on to the target, and under the urgency of time, he didn't have much time to think at all, so he could only shoot as quickly as possible to completely wipe out the three disciples of the Shoreless Sword Peak.

But now the truth is that he has been tricked!

The Cold Immortal Sword may be here, but the Northern Immortal Cultivator didn't come here to attack him in person at all, he may be on the small hill next to him now, maybe on the shore of West Lake, or even in the Momei Villa!

Ji Chunqiu had no time to think.

His speed had slowed, and his feet had slammed to the ground, knocking him into a mouthful of blood.

Ming Dao was no more than a few dozen meters away from him, and there was a six-petal ice lotus blooming on the ice sculpture, which was about to smash into his body. Literature Great

"Little brute!"

Ji Chunqiu couldn't help but scold, and blasted out with a punch, shattering the ice sculpture.

It was a knee-jerk move, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with his movements, but the moment he smashed the ice sculpture, a cold mist erupted from the fragments of the ice sculpture and quickly dispersed through the area.

Ji Chunqiu kept under his feet, roared angrily, and waved his right hand violently, directly dispelling this piece of cold mist, and then discovered the sword light that came towards the door in front of him.

The Grim Sword appeared in front of his eyes again, and there was a faint flow of black qi on the sword, and there was still frost everywhere it passed.

"Northern Meditation!"

Ji Chunqiu threw another punch and easily knocked the Cold Shadow Sword out, but his heart became heavier and heavier.

The casting material of the Cold Immortal Sword is extremely special, and there is a thousand-year-old cold jade embedded in the hilt of the sword, so he can't destroy it directly, which means that he can't seriously injure Bei Ming Xiu by destroying the Cold Ying Sword, and Northern Ming Xiu only plays a little trick with him, and he won't let him detect it even if he kills him.

The anger in Ji Chunqiu's heart was almost erupting.

He couldn't believe that what really made him so embarrassed would be the Northern Meditation Cultivator who had cultivated to a low level.

Suddenly, he felt something hit his head, it didn't hurt, but it felt it.

Ji Chunqiu didn't know that in the stargazing map, there was a deaf and dumb woman who was fiddling with her fingertips and cursing him in gentle language, and thought that it was Bei Ming Xiu who had made some moves, and subconsciously turned around, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw a blood-colored sword light suddenly appear in his sight, accompanied by a strong smell of blood imprinted in his mind.

In the end, he could only sadly believe in one fact.

I'm done.

......

Ji Chunqiu's head rolled to the ground, his expression was still unwilling, and he didn't close his eyes until he died.

After his corpse, Ming Dao shook his hand and dispersed the ink sword and blood qi in his hand, exhaled a breath of turbid qi, and then began to sit on the ground and breathe.

Ji Chunqiu is dead, and he must also hurry up to suppress the backlash brought by the use of the Blood Demon Sword without blood.

Fortunately, before, the fellow sects of Momei Villa and Shang Yun took the time to improve the way the Blood Demon Sword was cast, so that he could use the Blood Demon Sword to chase and kill Ji Chunqiu for a long time, and the backlash brought by the Blood Demon Sword was not so serious.

Half an hour later, he opened his eyes and began to laugh out loud, the laughter echoing among the mountains, without the slightest shreddedness.

Suddenly, someone asked, "Why is Uncle Shi laughing?"

"After the third senior brother has passed on, Brother Shang also has a good apprentice like you, isn't it worth being happy. Ming Dao stood up, turned his head and smiled, "Thanks to you, this guy is finally dead." “

A trace of helplessness flashed in Bei Mingxiu's eyes, and he nodded slightly.

Compared with four years ago, his whole person has become more calm, and his face is still handsome, but there is always a gloomy aura that lingers for a long time.

Ming Dao patted him on the shoulder and said, "People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves, but their fate still has to be in their own hands." ”

Bei Ming Xiu nodded and said, "Senior Uncle, I'll take care of it." ”

Ming Dao sighed, and he was a little relieved in his heart.

He had heard about the encounter of the Northern Meditation Cultivator for a long time, but for some reason, he couldn't provide any help to the Northern Meditation Cultivator, although he had never liked the person of the Northern Meditation Cultivator very much before, but the younger generation had suffered great grievances, and the elders could not help, and they were still quite aggrieved.

However, the Northern Meditation Cultivator was able to take a great risk and deceive the eyes of Zhongzhou City with a blindfold, and quietly came here to meet him and jointly kill this pair of unscrupulous villains in Momei Villa, and was even willing to give up the opportunity to compete for the Millennium Snow Lotus.

Beiming Cultivator said: "Uncle Shi, are you really not leaving?"

Ming Dao asked rhetorically, "Why should I leave?"

"You've exhausted your strength, and the laughter just now is too loud, there is a very powerful and dangerous aura in Momei Villa, much stronger than this guy. Bei Ming Xiu pointed to Ji Chunqiu, who was separated from his body on the ground, and said, "We will never be his opponents. ”

"Don't worry, that guy won't come, I'm probably waiting for a showdown with the Canglang Sword Formation. Ming Dao pulled Bei Mingxiu to sit down, took a wine gourd from his waist and threw it to him, and said, "Anyway, the first evil has been removed, and now we can chat, what do you think?"