Yin Nanxuan's expression at this time can already be called hideous.

Being forced out of the Vermilion Bird Seal by Dongfang Xi with the Green Dragon Mark, he could accept it if he thought about it carefully, but he was forced out of the Vermilion Bird Mark by the Northern Immortal Cultivator's sword, and he only felt ashamed and angry.

But at the same time, he also keenly grasped an opportunity.

The Cold Immortal Sword is the natal weapon of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and if it is destroyed, the Northern Immortal Cultivator will be counterattacked.

And if the sword of the Northern Immortal Family, which has been passed down from generation to generation, is destroyed, even if the Northern Immortal Cultivator is not seriously injured by the backlash, he will inevitably be angry and chaotic.

In any case, this is his chance!

Yin Nanxuan made up his mind, so he gritted his teeth and suppressed this cold sword.

Although the power on the Cold Shadow Sword was so powerful that it was difficult for him to suppress it with all his cultivation, now that the power of the Vermilion Bird Seal had continuously poured into his body, and he was confident that there would be no big problem if he paid some price.

His hands wrapped in countless silk threads crossed the railing, and he was about to hold the flying cold sword, but suddenly his face changed.

In the previous battle, the silk threads he scattered in Dusk Cliff City were all destroyed by the cold air in the north of the Northern Immortal Cultivation, and before he could have a chance to lay out again, those ice lotuses flying from the sky forced him to flee all the time, until he finally barely found a chance to escape into Dusk Cliff City.

Now there is a strange barrier behind him, it should be Ye Xinglu's handiwork, with this barrier, it will be more difficult for those bastards who will not do anything for him to get in. It's just that in such a short period of time, he has been forced into an extremely embarrassing situation by Bei Ming Xiu and Ye Xinglu.

But he was also sure that neither Bei Ming Xiu nor Ye Xinglu dared to leave the ice tower too far, they only dared to attack him from afar.

So, who touched the thin line to his right now?

Without waiting for Yin Nanxuan to react, a figure appeared from his right.

He was just alone, and he was in mid-air at the moment, but in Yin Nanxuan's eyes, this person seemed to be falling from mid-air with all the spiritual power in this area.

In Yin Nanxuan's perception, the spiritual power in the surrounding area had already briefly gathered in this person's body, and there was a powerful and ancient power in his body.

It was like a soaring dragon, swinging dragon claws at him that were enough to tear everything apart.

Yin Nanxuan's complexion changed, not because of fear, but because of pure anger.

He knew who the guy who shot it was.

After becoming a Suzaku envoy, he never took this guy seriously.

It's just a waste with some pure dragon blood, and now that the Yi family is gone, what is he?

And yet, now, this waste actually wants to kill him?

Wrong.

This waste actually betrayed the Holy Pavilion and stood on the side of the Northern Meditation Cultivator?

"Yi Ming!"

Yin Nanxuan shouted violently.

His hands were about to clamp the Dark Sword, and almost all of his mental strength was about to devote himself to the control of the Vermilion Bird Seal.

I don't have time to take care of Yi Ming.

If you just look at the surface situation, Yi Ming's attack will definitely be able to kill Yin Nanxuan.

But after all, he was one of the four holy envoys of the Holy Pavilion, and he was able to control the Vermilion Bird Seal, and the powerful cultivation of the half-step immortal rank alone was enough to be proud of the vast majority of people on Ling Xiao Peak, where could he fall into a desperate situation so easily?

Countless thin threads pierced the floor tiles at this moment, rising from the ground, as if countless sharp spears were stabbing at Yi Ming's body in an instant.

Yi Ming didn't dodge, and he couldn't dodge, and the incomparably powerful dragon body he had created by absorbing spiritual power was easily pierced directly by those thin lines, causing a painful look on his face.

Countless blood arrows erupted from the wounds around him, and those thin threads, like the threads of manipulating dolls, were firmly nailed into his body.

This kind of suffering has become very endurable.

"This is the big gift I just prepared, I originally wanted to find a cultivator in the city who can be seen a little bit and give those two sluts a surprise, but now that you are here, it is really good!" Using the Vermilion Bird Phantom to suppress the advance of the Cold Shadow Sword, Yin Nanxuan looked at Yi Ming, who was completely invaded by thin lines in mid-air, and his face was extremely distorted, and his smile was happy and weird, "Canglong bloodline, what a good puppet." ”

Yi Ming ignored his words.

He had never been a man of many words, and even if he was in heart-piercing pain all over his body now, he didn't intend to beg for mercy from this bastard.

But he knew that he was still underestimated after all.

Yin Nanxuan, as a Vermilion Bird Envoy, has an extremely high cultivation realm, and the cultivation is unpredictable and unpredictable, even if he is seriously injured by those ice lotuses, he is still a terrifying beast, and it is a fierce beast that will become more brutal and terrifying because of his injuries.

After all, he didn't follow the requirements of the Northern Meditation Cultivation, and then attacked Yin Nanxuan when the water was exhausted, and now that he had failed, he felt remorse in his heart, but he also had a trace of relief.

In the direction of the City Lord's Mansion, he could still see Ye Xinglu after all, although she was thinner than before, now she was still radiant and unscrupulous.

If she was still like this, he would be much more relieved.

Maybe if he died, she wouldn't continue to blame him.

It's just that......

Yi Ming gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

Thread is eroding his meridians, trying to manipulate his body.

He wouldn't let himself hurt Ye Xinglu again.

A mysterious and powerful aura circulated rapidly in his body, this aura was full of vitality and vitality, but more importantly, it was a strong sense of oppression hidden in it.

"Want to blow up the dragon bloodline?"

A sinister smile appeared on Yin Nanxuan's pale face.

Suzaku was able to temporarily suppress the Traveling Thousand Miles of the Cold Sword, his hands had been liberated in a short period of time, enough for him to completely turn Yi Ming into a puppet controlled by him, Yi Ming wanted to blow himself up, where was it so easy?

He glanced defiantly in the direction of the ice tower, and then fell into his sleeve

Then a thin line shot out, piercing directly into Yi Ming's meridians.

......

"Not good!"

Ye Xinglu was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pot at this time.

She is now wholeheartedly blocking the six deputy envoys outside, and she can only occasionally glance at the city, but she didn't expect Yi Ming to make a move, and she was firmly restrained by Yin Nanxuan, and she was about to face misfortune when she saw it.

She was no longer angry with Yi Ming, and after the Northern Meditation Cultivator said a lot of information about Yin Nanxuan, she knew that it must be the Northern Meditation Cultivator who he told her.

She would never want to see Yi Ming die in front of her eyes, and she would have to be manipulated by Yin Nanxuan's bastard to attack them.

It's just that she has no time to make a move now, and Bei Ming Xiu is wholeheartedly in Edgeworth, and she can't help either, how can they save Yi Ming?

Ye Xinglu was anxious, but at this time, she captured the image in a stroke in the city, and the anxiety in her heart increased instead of decreasing.

"Didn't you stay in the capital, why did you come here!"

After talking to himself angrily, Ye Xinglu's pretty face was already red, and he didn't know if he was angry or oppressed by the formation-breaking methods of the six deputy envoys outside.

In that stroke, there is a woman in white with a sword walking through the streets, whether it is a person or a sword, there is an ethereal and illusory meaning.

It is not like a flowing cloud, but like a mist.

Yin Nanxuan's smile disappeared for a moment, and he shouted, "Who?"

In response to him, there was an indomitable sword light.

Obviously, there was only one sword edge, but in Yin Nanxuan's eyes, it was as if there were thousands of swords that seemed to be virtual and real.

And there seemed to be a cloud in front of him, so that he couldn't tell what the true trajectory of that sword was.

There are only three kinds of swordsmanship in the Holy Pavilion that connect the virtual and the real, and this one he knows.

The Akiyama family's clouds and mountains are surrounded by mist.

Yin Nanxuan's pupils shrank, and he shouted: "Wasabi, you also want to be reversed?"

Qiu Shanxuan's eyes were cold, and the clouds and mountains surrounded the sword with all his might, as if he wanted to stir everything in Yin Nanxuan's eyes into a dark mist.

At the same time, the blade of her sword crossed the hundreds of thin lines that shot at Yi Ming's body, her sword didn't look sharp, but it really cut off all those thin lines, and none remained.

Yin Nam-hyun's face was even more ugly.

He couldn't see the sword clearly, but he could feel it.

The sword of the wasabi is clearly similar to the sword in front of him.

There is the sword path of the Akira Sword Peak in the sword of the Akira Yamasa, even if it is just a trace, it is extremely real!

"You traitors!"

Yin Nanxuan shouted angrily, and the thin line rushed wildly towards the wasabi.

Okwasa dodged sideways, snatched Yi Ming, who was seriously injured on the ground, and immediately threw it directly into the grass pile not far away.

She clenched the sword in her hand, and the clouds on the sword grew thicker.

"Betrayal was also forced out by you well-dressed beasts!"