On the West Street, the Northern Meditation and Helian Qianli stood opposite each other, and the pedestrians on the street retreated, and no one dared to approach them—and only those who did not want to die dared to do so.

Huo Caiyun, who was behind Helian Qianli, retreated with the crowd, but he didn't leave too far, and he was standing in a position just enough for Northern Meditation to see clearly, but he couldn't catch up quickly.

Obviously, she intended to watch the whole battle from the sidelines, and at the same time, she forced Bei Meditation to keep an eye on her every move.

If Bei Mingxiu took his eyes off her for a moment, with her ability to poison, the people nearby would inevitably suffer from unwarranted disasters, which Bei Mingxiu did not want to see.

Bei Ming Xiu didn't like Helian Qianli and Huo Caiyun's methods, but he couldn't talk about too many accusations.

To fight the enemy to the death, of course, it is necessary to use all available means.

However, the Northern Meditation Cultivator did not intend to share the victory or defeat with Helian Qianli, let alone life and death.

This is Zhongzhou City, even if there is some cattiness in the law enforcement hall, Gu Nanjian will definitely bring people to come after noticing the situation here, and this battle will naturally not be able to continue.

But before he could do that, he had to protect the people nearby.

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There was no communication, and there was no warning, and Helian Qianli's heavy sword broke through the wind, and it was overwhelming.

This time, he just wanted to kill Bei Mingxiu on the spot, since he had completely torn his face, and he had to race against time, why should he leave time for the confrontation between words?

Bei Ming Xiu stepped on the clouds, just moved a little distance, his complexion had changed, and he did not hesitate to take seven breaths in a row, and the Han Ying Sword was horizontal in front of him, looking at the sea tide in a hard way.

In front of that heavy sword, the Cold Immortal Sword was too small and too thin, and in the eyes of the passers-by, the appearance of the Northern Immortal Cultivator at this time was a little tragic.

With a muffled sound, Bei Mingxiu was forced to retreat a few steps by this sword, and just when he stabilized his body, Helian Qianli's heavy sword arrived again.

In all fairness, Helian Qianli's heavy sword did not make much beauty, not so much as a sword, but with a large iron rod and smashing, and the way of playing was even more unreasonable: people rushed over, and the sword smashed down, simple and rough.

This kind of simple and crude method of warfare is the most difficult for Northern Meditation Cultivators to deal with.

Helian Qianli's spiritual power cultivation had already reached the eighth order, and he swallowed all the spiritual power gathered by the Heavenly Dao, and he could only suppress it slightly, and this slight spiritual power advantage was directly wiped out under the suppression of the heavy sword in his hand.

Helian Qianli's heavy sword was too strong, too unreasonable, and although it was not sharp, it could break all his resistance.

According to the usual style of Northern Meditation Cultivation, he should have been ready to escape at this time, or start from a different angle.

It's not that he didn't think about escaping, looking at the previous attack that Helian Qianli rushed out of the crowd, his light body cultivation may not be stronger than him, he wants to escape, Helian Qianli can't stop it.

But Huo Caiyun was still very close to the crowd, and he couldn't escape.

So he planned to quickly approach Huo Caiyun and threaten Helian Qianli after being restrained by shadow.

However, just as he was about to run the Cloud Wanderer, a strong force forced his legs in place.

It wasn't that there were other Fa Sect cultivators sneaking up nearby, the source of that power was Helian Qianli's heavy sword.

Helian Qianli's tactics can be simply called using a sword to suppress people, and his method of restricting the movement of the Northern Meditation Cultivator can also be called so.

Before the heavy sword arrived, the strong strength on the sword had already pressed the whole person of Bei Mingxiu in place, so that he had to take a hard blow. If he chooses to run away from the beginning, he can't escape.

Forcibly took a heavy sword from Helian Qianli, Bei Mingxiu's wrist was already extremely sore, and he couldn't take another sword, but Helian Qianli's second sword had already arrived.

Still strong, still unreasonable.

Bei Mingxiu's gaze froze.

Wanghaichao is the strongest sword in the Canglang swordsmanship, but he can't protect him in front of this sword.

So Beiming Xiu abandoned the sword and threw off his sleeves.

Abandoning the sword is not to surrender, with a sword in his hand and without a sword in his hand, Bei Ming Xiu can use the swordsmanship he has learned all his life.

When the Stygian Sword falls in the air, it is a flying sword.

The speed of the flying sword is much faster than that of himself, not to mention that this flying sword of his is a thousand miles that he has been preparing for a long time.

Even if it was the sword that forcibly resisted Helian Qianli before, the Northern Meditation Cultivator never let Xing Qianli's strength leak out half a point, because this sword was the most sudden and powerful.

The last time he traveled thousands of miles, he could directly force Yi Chao to the end of the mountain, and of course the power of this time will not be weak.

The goal of this path of thousands of miles is, of course, Huo Caiyun, who is leisurely watching the battle from the sidelines.

The ice blue light on the Cold Shadow Sword shone brightly, making Huo Caiyun's face pale.

This sword, he is determined to win.

But the Grim Sword flew out of his hand, leaving him defenseless in front of him.

So the Northern Meditation Cultivation fell his sleeves.

Throwing his sleeves is not to vent his anger, there are always some gadgets hidden in Bei Mingxiu's clothes, and when he flicks his sleeves, these gadgets are thrown out along his strength and appear in broad daylight.

Countless ice bullets rained down on Helian Qianli himself, but they didn't attack the heavy sword in his hand in the slightest.

Kill himself, and his sword will naturally lose its power.

But Helian Qianli is an eighth-order master, and he is not an ordinary eighth-order master, he has the power to open the mountain with a sword in his hand, how can the strength of his physical body be mediocre?

And no matter what, his heavy sword would definitely smash Bei Mingxiu's body before the ice bullet smashed on him.

However, several ice marbles scattered in the rear exploded directly, and the ice mist spread instantly.

The ice mist condensed by the cold qi of the Northern Darkness was full of coldness, which could effectively mask the perception of the people in the fog, but this was just a fig leaf for Helian Qianli, who was already a first-class powerhouse in the world. He didn't need to use his eyes to determine the location of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, the ice mist couldn't affect him at all, not to mention that he had already locked the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

What the Northern Meditation Cultivator wants is not to affect Helian Qianli's perception.

In the ice mist, the surge of the air flow was extremely clear, and where the air flow passed, the ice particles in the fog were pressed together one after another and fell down.

That was Helian Qianli's sword qi.

In the hands of the Northern Cultivator, the two six-petal ice lotuses shone in the sun, and as soon as the hands were closed, the majestic power contained in the two six-petal ice lotuses exploded instantly, enveloping the already incomparably rich cold air in the cold mist, as if an invisible big hand clenched into a fist, firmly grasping Helian Qianli's heavy sword, and then preventing it from making the slightest movement.

So a huge ice sculpture appeared on West Street.

At the moment when the heavy sword was frozen, the ice bullets had already landed around Helian Qianli's body, and with the movement of the Northern Meditation Cultivator's mind, they exploded one after another, among which the ice blade that had been hidden for a long time broke through the ice, and the blade pointed directly at Helian Qianli.

This is a multiple-choice question given by the Northern Meditation Cultivator to Helian Qianli.

He could choose to continue to hand out the heavy sword, but in that case, he would have to break through the confinement of the immortal lotus transformation he released with all his might, and at the same time have to withstand the attacks of those Xiaoice bullets, and that kind of sword would definitely not be able to play the role it was supposed to play.

He can also choose to turn around and save him, but the speed of traveling thousands of miles is extremely fast, even if he can stop it, he has already lost the opportunity to fight, and at that time, the Northern Immortal Cultivator will let him know the terrifying Canglang Sword Technique with perfect sword momentum.

Either way, he will have to pay the price.

Helian Qianli probably knew the plan of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and made a choice without thinking.

He rarely has skills in combat, and what he relies on has always been his fighting instinct and heart.

He didn't want Huo Caiyun to be injured a little, the last time Huo Caiyun's front teeth were knocked out, he was already extremely remorseful in his heart, Beiming Cultivator wanted to hurt Huo Caiyun again in front of him, he would never allow it.

Helian Qianli retreated sharply.

said that he was retreating sharply, but in fact, he himself had smashed the cold sword in the air like a meteor.

Before he could retreat, he had already smashed his fist into the hilt of his heavy sword, borrowing enough force to temporarily surpass the Stygian Sword.

Helian Qianli ignored the extremely sharp sword intent on the Han Ying Sword, and smashed it down with one punch, and the Han Ying Sword was directly smashed into a bird with broken wings, falling to the ground, and traveling thousands of miles was naturally broken.

He glanced at Huo Caiyun with a gentle face, suppressed the churning qi and blood in his body, and looked at Bei Ming Xiu again.

At this time, he was already dozens of feet away from the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and it was obviously impossible for him to quickly turn around and fight again.

But his punch was not only to borrow strength, but at the same time, it was also to contribute.

The ice lotus shattered, and the ice was all over the ground, as if the glass of the entire street had been broken and piled up in one place.

The heavy sword plunged straight into the ground of West Street, and the smoke rose from the sword, as if it was burning.

Bei Mingxiu stood in the midst of the broken ice on the ground, his hands drenched in blood.

"Awesome. ”