The peaks of Ziping Mountain are stacked on top of each other, stretching for thousands of miles, and Ziping Peak is steep and oblique into the clouds, but the peak is a huge depression.

There are few trees around, with only a few dwarf woods and wild grasses growing in between.

At the peaks of the year-round cold and howling winds, these plants stubbornly drill out of the rare soil and rock peaks, which is even more precious and life is not easy.

The sky has been dyed with a faint purple red by the setting sun, and the flat ground at the col is reflected by the shadows of the surrounding mountains, and the occasional oblique purple and red light falls from the cracks in the mountains to the ground, pulling out a long line of light and shadow.

There are two teams of people here, all seventy or eighty people, some leaning on the rocks, some standing proudly, in groups of three, watching the two people fighting in the huge open space in the center.

One was dressed in a blue robe and held a gourd more than three feet long.

The gourd was full of light, and the surface was carved like crystal jasper, and at this time, under the spell of the blue-robed man, a white light suddenly appeared in the gourd and shrouded the black-robed old Dao on the opposite side.

Seeing that the person who came was not good, the black-robed old man hurriedly retreated, and tossed back more than twenty feet, which was able to force the strange white light.

He pinched his fingers in the air and chanted a mantra, his arms were folded, and with a "hi" sound, he flung outward, and eight talismans shining with cyan spiritual power shot like electricity, shooting towards the white-robed old man holding a gourd.

Everyone watching the battle from a distance was attentive, staring intently at the fighting method of the two people on the field, their faces were solemn, and they secretly cheered for the people on their side.

Xue Buyu and the four of them quietly fell down the cliff from the peak, glanced around, and found that there were two acquaintances watching the battle behind, Yu Ling and Chen Fu.

The two of them were staring intently at the middle of the field, and there was a faint look of worry between their eyebrows.

"Don't go there, just find a place to stay. Mo Yan whispered to the three people around him, and then stood at the back of the crowd from a distance, watching the two people fighting in the field.

The fighting method has reached a fever pitch, and the spiritual power of both sides is surging, and they are using their mastery to put each other to death.

The blue-robed man pressed his hands heavily on the jasper gourd, the gourd was infused with spiritual power, and the blue light on the surface of the body was magnificent, and the soul-grabbing white light suddenly became five or six feet thicker.

The black-robed veteran on the opposite side jumped vertically and horizontally, dodging the white light, and threw out colorful talismans to attack from time to time.

It's just that when the talisman seal was close to the jasper gourd, like a bird returning to its nest, the white light was sucked into the gourd.

Xue Buyu looked at the glowing gourd, his eyes lit up, "It's a magic weapon!"

The magic weapon is very rare, there is attack and defense, it is extremely special, and each has its own master, only the monks above the spiritual realm can drive it, even if the monks of the following realm have invincible magic weapons in their hands, they cannot use it at all due to the limitation of spiritual power.

The blue-robed old Taoist in front of him can actually urge the magic weapon, somehow?

Xue Buyu was secretly surprised in his heart, looking at the turquoise gourd as if he saw a beauty out of the bath, his eyes shot a longing gaze, and he was already imagining that he was holding the gourd, sucking all the enemy monks on the opposite side into the gourd, looking up to the sky and howling, secretly hating the invincible world and the loneliness of the cold in the high places.

"Ahhh~" A miserable scream came from the field, shocking Xue Buyu's thoughts from fantasy back to reality.

When he looked into the field, the treasure gourd in the hand of the blue-robed Taoist was shining brightly, enveloping the black-robed Taoist in it.

The black-robed Taoist roared and screamed, his hands and feet kicked, wanting to leave the cold white light, but although the white light was harmless, it produced a huge suction, Ren Heipao struggled with all his might, and Ren was getting closer and closer to the gourd mouth.

As the distance shortened, his size became smaller and his voice became quieter, and finally he was swallowed into the mouth of the gourd, just like those talismans that were sucked into the gourd.

Seeing that it was done, the blue-robed Taoist smiled, pinched the magic trick in his hand, and stuffed the gourd cover that he had been holding in his hand into the gourd mouth.

After the gourd emitted two faint heartbeats from within, it calmed down, and the blue light on the surface slowly dissipated, shrinking into a palm-sized green gourd.

"Okay! Well done! Shanyang Dao is friendly!"

The crowd in the rear erupted into a tsunami-like cheer, although they were all so-called masters outside the world, but today's battle involved the face of the two monk worlds, and even more involved the safety of the people of the two countries, so they all cheered loudly from the bottom of their hearts.

When applauding, he will unconsciously be infused with spiritual power, and the sound is as high as a wave, soaring straight into the sky and shaking the sky.

Shan Yang wiped a wisp of goatee from his chin, snorted coldly at the many monks of the Frozen Empire on the opposite side, and returned to the formation with a smile on his face.

The monks here happily greeted him, surrounded Shanyang, and praised him.

Shanyang is not a master in the world, although he is in the hearts of the people, he is still very humble to return the salute to the monks around him.

The frozen monk had a dejected expression, angry and annoyed, his eyes had changed back to their original color, his pupils turned white, and he looked at Qingyang in blue robes viciously, eager to rush over and take him down to take revenge now.

It turned out that the monks of the Frozen Empire had written a battle letter in Barbarian Heaven City, and agreed to fight on the top of Ziping Mountain today, and seventy or eighty people came on both sides, and the realms of both sides were not up or down.

Since the noon fight, both sides have lost and won, and Shanyang won this one, and it was a 3-3 draw.

There are still four games left, and the fight is over.

If the Green Dragon Monk wins, all the monks of the Frozen Empire in the Blue Dragon Kingdom will withdraw to their own country and will not interfere with the war between the two countries; if the Frozen Empire wins, it will be the same, the Green Dragon Monk will not be involved in the big war, and will return to the mountain to cultivate, even if the Blue Dragon Empire is invaded, they will not have to go to the mountain to help.

No matter if that side wins six games first, even if it is less than ten, this fight is over, where does the losing side come from and where does it go back!

Now that the two sides are drawn, the next one is very important, and if you win, you can boost morale, so that the people who play later will not have so much pressure and can play better.

If you lose, the people who play later will be under too much pressure, and maybe they will keep losing, and then it's all over!

"Bastard, return my brother's life!"

A loud roar erupted from the crowd of frozen monks, and a huge sound wave slammed the howling wind into a slight stagnant.

Xue Buyu looked intently, and an old man in a white costume with white hair and white hair slowly walked out of the crowd with a cold aura.

He was wearing a yellow-bottomed robe made of brocade, embroidered with flowing water and auspicious clouds, the robe floated on the streamer, under the drumming of the wind, the big sleeves bulged, and the robe was rustling, quite a bit of the temperament of a master!

When I got closer, I saw that he had two white eyebrows, flying obliquely into his temples, a pair of tiger eyes were snow-white, and white starlight was shooting out, and tears slipped down his majestic cheeks, and he looked angrily at Shanyang, who had just won with a gourd.

"I am a person from the Frozen Empire's scattered cultivators. Thief, do you dare to fight?"

He looked at Shanyang, his face was fierce and provocative, and the image of the master was completely ruined because of his distorted face.

Now it seems that there is a half-point monk there, but it looks like a terrible ghost who has come to take his life!