In order to save the body of the Wuji Daoist who was damaged by the battle, the ancient Buddha-minded Master Huitong not only exhausted the spiritual power in his body in a short period of time, but also spent precious soul power to repair his injured soul.

At this moment, his face was pale, sweat was pouring down from his forehead, his complexion had become more gray than before, and his body was shaky.

The people around him hurriedly grabbed his arms and asked him to sit on a rock behind him to rest.

This Buddhist elder of the Buddha's mind, in order to save people, did not hesitate to use his precious soul power to repair the soul of others, and when he saw this action, everyone else was moved.

It's just that what should be done in the next battle?

Seeing that Bai Hong's body was dead and his soul was scattered, the face of the ghost mother-in-law in a bright red jacket also became calm, and the whole face seemed to be stacked with moldy branches, constantly squirming.

She glanced back at the people behind her who were frightened by the purple lightning and red thunder, and saw that they were demented and depressed, and they were all a little concerned about Bai Hong's miserable experience.

It's also miserable!

An old devil who had been galloping in the Frozen Empire for many years, and the old fox who had escaped safely in so many life, killing, encirclement, and suppression, was actually at the top of the Purple Screen Peak of the Blue Dragon Empire, and disappeared in an instant, turning into a wisp of green smoke between heaven and earth.

Years of penance, the tragic result of a breath turned into nothing, how not to sigh and sad!

What about us, the Qinglong monk on the opposite side of the country was dancing with his eyebrows, his morale was greatly boosted, looking in his own direction, his eyes were full of hatred, it can be imagined that once he meets them, it will be a tragic battle!

As the ghost mother-in-law with the deepest Taoism, the most bizarre spells, and the longest practice among the frozen monks, she has indisputably become the last hope in everyone's hearts.

This point, the ghost mother-in-law also knows well, this group of more than seventy monks who seem to be monolithic under strong pressure seems to be united and extremely powerful, but after all, they are all evil cultivators who are not welcomed in the frozen empire.

They came to the Blue Dragon Empire just to satisfy their own selfish desires, and to let them sacrifice their lives for the frozen empire, it was simply a fool's dream, a big joke!

How can I not be like this, I see that the morale of the other party is booming, and I have the same hatred of the enemy, and I have the intention of retreating, the ghost mother-in-law secretly said in her heart that it is not good, this fight, it seems that it can only end in hatred!

However, she was not anxious and flustered in her heart, according to the plan she had made before, the palace compound of Barbarian Heaven City should become a pile of ruins at this moment.

She smiled coldly and looked in the direction of the Barbarian Heavenly City, in the almost dark night, a thick black smoke had risen into the air, and it was becoming more and more condensed, steaming up between heaven and earth, and drifting away with the strong wind into the distance.

Got it!

At this moment, the Qinglong people were concerned about the safety of Wujizi, or they glared at the frozen monks on the opposite side, but no one noticed that a dense black cloud that penetrated the sky and the earth had slowly formed in the sky above the distant Barbarian Heaven City.

Seeing that his own side won for a while, the Qinglong group of heroes was full of fighting spirit, and they were gearing up.

Now, Wujizi's strength is exhausted, and Master Huitong has consumed most of his spiritual power to save people, and the Shanyang Dao Chief, who had just won with the treasure gourd, has become the leader of the group.

The Taoist chief looked at the people who were begging and shrinking on the opposite side, laughed, turned around and shouted to the people behind him: "Fellow Daoists, who will fight in the next battle?"

As soon as the words fell, Yu Lingdao, who was glaring at the enemy formation on the side, shouted, "Brother Dao, poor Dao is on the field." ”

He bowed his hand to Chen Fu beside him, and then bowed his hand to the people beside him: "Poor Dao is not talented, and I am willing to comprehend the advanced spells of the Frozen Daoist." ”

The chief of Shanyang Dao saw that his face was clear, a pair of hanging eyes were as sharp as a fast knife, three wisps of whiskers fluttered on his chest with the wind, and the whole person was like a sharp blade out of the sheath, with a sharp edge!

"Okay!" Shanyang stroked his long beard and said with a bright smile, "It's not a loss to our Qinglong Empire's extraterrestrial cultivators, and this bearing is also extraordinary!"

He looked at Yu Ling, who was expressionless, admired him sincerely, and arched his hand to him: "I don't know what to call you, and you are practicing in that famous mountain?"

Yu Ling didn't look at him, he walked towards the field, and a desolate voice slowly came from his side, "Qingyuan Mountain, Feiheguan, Yu Ling." ”

In just one sentence, the words are round, loud, with a sense of pride.

He stood still in the center of the Fighting Arena and stared coldly at the place where the frozen monks gathered.

With a dragon groan, the long sword was unsheathed, and the cold sword light like water shone sparkling in the night, reflecting on his emaciated face, one black, one bright, black and white intersected, revealing a chilling killing intent.

"That one is here, and he asks for advice or two!"

What the long sword refers to is invincible, the sword is sharp, and the evil retreats.

In that thin body, there was a Dao Dao sword rhyme Dao rippling out, in this wide fighting field, the sword roared, flying sand and stones, and the momentum was unparalleled for a while!

Under pressure, there will be a rebound.

Looking at the incomparable sword intent on the fighting field, a monk of the Frozen Empire stood up from the ground and shouted: "Hugh is presumptuous, a certain Jiao Shengtai, come to teach the supreme sword technique of one or two friends." ”

With that, he rose into the air and leapt through the crowd above him, like a goshawk galloping down from the sky, spreading its arms and gliding towards the place where the spirit was.

The big sleeves are fluttering, the hunting sound, the black figure is like Yu Ling, and it is also extremely thin, but the sharp killing intent has been hovering and raging in the sky for a long time.

The toes touched the ground, and the figure fell lightly, and there was not a trace of dust on the ground.

Yu Ling's eyes shrank suddenly, and he said secretly, the other party's clear spirit body is like a ghost, could it be that he is taking an erratic path?

As soon as the Thai side of Jiaosheng landed, the frozen monks erupted in bursts of cheers.

Just now Yu Ling came on the field, and the momentum was like a raging and huge tsunami, a wave was as high as a wave, and the breath of the people was unstable.

As soon as Jiao Shengtai's seemingly fluttering figure fell on the field, the majestic killing intent blocked the opponent's fierce sword qi, and it was even more erratic but powerful, on par with the other party, and couldn't help but have hope, I only hoped that Jiao Shengtai could save a sentence.

The two looked at each other in the field, secretly competing, the turbulent air flow around the two of them attacked and confronted each other, making a whistling sound of Qingyue, and after a while, it became the loud sound of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the killing intent was smashed, and for a time there was no winner or loser.

The onlookers on the periphery held their breath at the moment, quietly looking at the two people on the field who were no longer suppressing their strength, and their mood unconsciously became nervous.

Although Yu Ling and Jiao Shengtai did not draw their swords or really make a move, the two have silently clashed countless times.

Both of them were in each other's sword intent, concentrating on confrontation, not daring to relax in the slightest, and both showed an attitude towards their rivals in life, and secretly competed with each other.

After a while, the two of them converged their sword intent at the same time, and a satisfied smile appeared on their faces, "I can fight with a master of swords like Daoyou in my life, Yu Ling has to sigh that the sky treats me well!"

"Where, where can I consult with Yu Daoyou, and it is also a blessing for three lives to make a certain friend!"

The two secretly clashed against each other, their strength was equal, and they were both sword cultivators who loved swords, and they actually had an idea that surprised them, and they hated to see each other late.

There is a great sense of sympathy.

It's just that the two countries are at war right now, and it's a fighting method, this friend can't do it, but if you can have a hearty war, this trip is no regret!

Yu Ling was already holding the sword in his hand, pointing at the opponent, and Jiao Shengtai put his hand into his waist, and actually pulled out a soft sword, the sword body was flexible and flexible.

If the same spirit snake waited for the opportunity in his hand, staring at Yu Ling, revealing bursts of cold coldness.

Feeling the spirit sword in the other party's hand that seemed to have its own life, Yu Ling's eyes were full of fighting intent, and under the infusion of spiritual power, the long sword in his hand turned into boundless blue waves, and under the calm surface, there was a strong killing intent hidden.

Jiaoshengtai did not show weakness, and the majestic spiritual power was also infused with the soft sword, and the sword body swayed, and pieces of white snowflakes rose up and down the field, and the snowflakes fell all over the sky, cold to the bone.

Every snowflake was shining with a faint white light, like the tip of the soft sword in his hand, revealing a killing intent.

As soon as Yu Ling's body moved, the long sword in his hand swung forward, and the blue sea formed by the majestic sword intent suddenly set off a monstrous wave, and the momentum was terrifying.

The rolling snow-white waves swept away with the devastating and indomitable power of Mo Shengtai, who was swaying ahead.

"It's good to come!" Mo Shengtai shouted, an excited expression rippled on his face, and his figure gradually faded, like sand and dust, slowly dissipating in the surging waves.

At this moment, the snowflakes fluttering in the air burst out a piercing chill in all directions, and one after another sword qi filled with killing intent also roared violently with the outbreak of coldness.

If Yu Ling's swordsmanship is like the sea, majestic, and endless, then Jiao Taisheng's swordsmanship is like catkins in March, flying snow in winter, seemingly scattered and rootless, but in fact, it can be seen everywhere, implying murder.

The vast sea unleashed a huge tsunami, holding the supreme majesty of nature hostage, and wanted to drown out all the resistance in front of it.

Between the raging waves, countless dots of white light hid in it, emitting sharp sword qi from time to time, like a huge and tenacious spider web in the water, waiting for an opportunity to destroy this monstrous wave.

Outside the venue, everyone only saw Yu Ling standing in the middle of the field, the long sword in his hand glowing with dazzling blue light, dancing constantly, and everyone was frightened and flustered.

Jiao Shengtai's figure was long gone, only the fireflies flashed in the shining blue light, and quickly appeared from another position.

When they were not present, they couldn't understand what kind of thrilling place the two of them were in, and they couldn't feel the terrifying sword qi and the smart sword intent fighting at all.

Just when everyone thought that this battle would last for a long time, the scene of mottled sword shadows and shaking figures in the field suddenly changed.

Yu Ling and Jiao Shengtai were less than four feet apart, and a long jade sword shining with brilliant brilliance rested on Jiao Shengtai's slender neck, and his arm only needed to bend slightly to cut off the big head.

In front of the spirit's chest, a slender soft sword pierced the robe in a strange arc, and as long as it was handed forward with a slight force, it could pierce through the rattling heart.