The ice giant on the opposite side rushed wildly with an ice spear, his huge body rumbling the ground, and as his feet hit the ground, the ground jumped rhythmically.

Li Feng turned a deaf ear to everyone's anxious shouts, and a pair of wonderful eyes just looked at the huge giant, without fear!

The graceful body twisted slightly, and the weak and boneless arms danced on both sides of the body like smart wings.

The beautiful pattern in the center of her forehead suddenly lit up, and a faint flame gradually appeared on the surface of her body.

The flame was red all over her body, and as her dancing arms became more and more vigorous, under the output of violent spiritual power, the red flame turned into a clear red bird, shining with dazzling brilliance, surging out from the surface of her bumpy body.

The Vermilion Bird hissed, the glow of the sun was eternal, and the feathers around the body trembled in the wind on the top of the mountain, like substance.

Behind the handsome figure that soared for nine days, bits and pieces of fire fell in the sky like scattered flowers of the heavenly maiden, reflecting the dark peak into a fiery red world.

This white and red, cold and hot creatures, meet on a narrow road, and no one is willing to retreat.

One with the light of the bright moon on his back, the other on the dark earth, roaring proudly, under this cold moonlight, forming a picture that makes people feel excited.

The red light shrouded in red light swept a graceful arc in the air, and with a chirp, a blazing fire with the breath of death and silence erupted from its mouth, and a pillar of fire that radiated dazzling light poured down from mid-air, heading straight for the huge head of the ice giant.

The giant's left arm stepped forward to his head, and an ice shield appeared out of thin air, a ghostly light flickering on it like a white barrier.

His massive body leaned forward, his right hand clutching the spear with a chilling aura.

After the strength of the pillar of fire decreased, the powerful left arm waved next to it, blocking the surging flames containing endless destructive power, and the right arm shot the cold spear in the direction of the Suzaku with a thunderous momentum.

The snow-white spear shone with the light of the stars, holding the sound of wind and thunder and roaring away through the air.

The powerful penetrating power made the arrogant and confident Suzaku have to spread its wings and move.

The spear missed a blow and shot straight into the sky from the side of the Vermilion Bird's wings, although it did not touch the Vermilion Bird's flame spirit wings, but the vibrating sound waves still fluttered from the side of the fire wings and several fire feathers that exuded warm light.

What was even more terrifying was that the spear whizzed around the night sky and flew back into the giant's hand.

In this battle, when the trance was like the battle of the ancient gods, the power was born, the demons and evil laws reached the sky, and the terrifying world was destroyed in a single move.

Although the power is not as powerful as that of the gods, the arrogance and undying intensity are enough for everyone to appreciate the once glorious times.

The mighty ice giants and the mythical beast Suzaku fought fiercely, and the monks of the two sides also engaged in a life-and-death battle on the edge of the distant cliff.

The eyes of the frozen evil cultivators were white, revealing the ferocity and cruelty unique to the northern continent, and the cold white spiritual power was all around them, casting a thousand strange spells to continuously harvest the lives of the green dragon warlocks.

And the Qinglong Cultivator was not to be outdone, and all kinds of powerful spells and martial arts beckoned towards the body of the Frozen Evil Cultivator.

All kinds of spiritual power skills flew in the sky, bombarding each other, and the monk with the blade in hand screamed and attacked the opponent's body while dodging the bombardment of his own people or the opponent's spells.

In just half a pillar of incense, more than 20 monks who had been relatively weak in cultivation had died.

Everyone seems to have lost their rationality, like mad beasts, biting and fighting, even if the scene is relatively gorgeous, it cannot hide their ferocious nature.

Mo Yan had already joined this bloody battle of life and death, carrying the Qi Mei stick drawn from the treasure bag, dancing without leaking, whistling and whistling.

The passion of life and death struggle many years ago filled his already calm state of mind.

At this moment, his eyes were sharp, blocking left and right, and his unyielding momentum was extremely dazzling in the crowd, recklessly harvesting the fragile life of the frozen evil cultivator.

The battle of 100 people, bloody rain and bloody wind, extremely tragic!

Xue Buyu, who was in the rear, looked at the Qinglong monk who was swaying his pride and defending the country in the distance, and his heart shook violently.

He seemed to see the ignorant young man with a pure smile in the wilderness standing in front of the verdant forest, waving his hand at him, turning around and burrowing into the vast forest sea, disappearing between heaven and earth.

The past is incomprehensible, the future is insignificant, unattainable, and difficult to fathom, and only the present is far away in the sky, close in front of us, and can be touched.

That is already the most powerful posture, for today's most dazzling and brilliant fireworks!

With tears in his eyes, he finally made up his mind to say goodbye to his former self, welcome his new self, and forge ahead bravely on this dangerous but not lonely road to seeking immortals.

As soon as he thought of this, he only felt that the boredom accumulated in his chest in the past was gone, and he suddenly felt hearty and extremely happy.

With a clear roar, the spiritual power around his body was agitated, and a sky-high momentum was close to the nine heavens, and his unrestrained and reckless mentality made him no longer suppress his nature, and the long sword that had not been unsheathed for a long time bloomed with brilliant light at this moment, at the moment when it was pulled out!

The roar shook the sky, the sword light and sword shadow, and all kinds of spells bombarded, and the huge peak was extremely dangerous.

Xue Buyu was full of smiles, feeling the cold night breeze blowing his face and hair bun, blowing his robe like spring and snow, and the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand seemed to feel his heart, cheering for the master's innocent and clear heart, trembling with excitement, and letting out a high-pitched dragon roar.

A brilliant light slashed, and an ice-sealed evil cultivator fell to the side weakly with an unbelievable look, looking at the strange young man performing a Lingbo-like body technique, and his body was rippling with sparkling golden aura, flashing in front of him.

Xue Buyu's killing nature, the sword blade is in the direction, there is no enemy, the sword light like the sunset is unpredictable, the light is strange, and it is constantly harvesting the fragile life of the frozen evil cultivator.

These heroes who are like the supreme in the world on weekdays are slaughtered like pigs in the Shura field on the top of Ziping Mountain.

The eyes of the quiet ancient pond in the past were full of panic, and there was no more calmness.

The ghost mother-in-law, who is usually powerful, has long lost her expression of joy when she has finished her job, holding a black iron crutch and clashes back and forth in the crowd.

A strange spell was chanted along with the incantation, and the recruiters were all distracted, stunned, and under the weightless crutches, dozens of Qinglong monks died tragically on the spot.

Shanyang Daochang, Liu Rufeng, and Mo Yan saw that the old woman's crutch was full of tigers and tigers, and they hurriedly surrounded her to stop her from wantonly slaughtering her companions.

The old woman wearing red and green, her eyes are like electricity, her face is red, and she screams again and again.

Whenever she was at a disadvantage, a piercing scream of ecstasy appeared in the ears of the three of them.

If the three were not seasoned veterans, the gap created by this scream would have been enough to take their lives.

Even so, the two sides are still evenly matched and stalemate.

The strange ghost mother-in-law, like her unbearable clothes, is strange everywhere and unguardable.

The battle between Li Feng and the nameless monk continues, and the strange scene of the huge and mighty ice giant and the fire-flowing Vermilion Bird attacking each other adds a bit of tragedy and heroism to this bloody Shura Hell!

Xue Buyu inadvertently saw that the dazzling giant shot through the wings of the Vermilion Bird with a golden purple light, and the Suzaku screamed, angrily spewing out scorching flames that finally melted the giant's shield, turning into countless crystal-clear fine Xiaoice chips, shining brightly, and falling all over the ground with the howling wind.

In this slaughterhouse, no one retreats, no one dodges, just frantically shoots and shoots again.

Corpses were strewn all over the field, blood was flowing, and in the light of the fire, it shone with a maddening color.

Xue Buyu, who was in a happy mood, used countless sharp sword qi to roar away in all directions, and his star-like eyes instantly locked on the evil cultivator who controlled the giant.

With a slight tap of his toes on the blood-soaked ground, his snow-white figure instantly turned into a meandering dragon, roaring and rushing towards the evil cultivator with a sky-high killing intent.

As soon as the frozen monk Fang who came out from the side and wanted to intercept him appeared, he was bitten and grabbed by the white dragon who was moving forward at great speed, and was torn to pieces, bursting with bursts of blood foam on both sides, and the fishy smell was tangy.

Seeing a fierce dragon roaring towards him, the evil cultivator hurriedly gave up control of the ice giant, displayed a strange figure, and hurriedly fled.

Before he could dodge ten zhang, he was slashed in the back by Xue Buyu, who came first.

Scarlet hot blood spurted out along the shocking wound on his back, and the man's face was miserable, and he stretched out his right hand helplessly forward, but he felt that his eyes were gradually sleepy, and he could no longer support it, and slowly closed.

Li Feng nodded to Xue Buyu through the heavy figures, and whether he saw it or not, his body was red and boiling, and the flames with the intent of destruction rushed towards the other frozen thieves.

This tragic battle gradually came to an end, and with the addition of Xue Buyu and other four new forces, the battle gradually turned from an equal score at the beginning to a one-sided one.

Seeing that the situation had changed, the sinister and cunning ghost mother-in-law limped and ran as fast as she could.

Jumping from a high peak, nowhere to be found.

The only remaining frozen evil cultivators looked for a chance to slip away and escape, and those who were ruthless and desperate turned into a warm corpse.

The morning light on the horizon crossed the sky, sprinkled with the pleasant scenery of Ziping Mountain, and this battlefield of life and death calmed down.

In the Shura field shrouded in colorful glow, corpses were strewn all over the field, shocking, and streams of blood flowed slowly on the dark and cold ground.

Cruel and thrilling!

The deceased monks, whether they were from the Blue Dragon Empire or the Frozen Empire, were reduced to ashes in Li Feng's fire, and finally returned to the embrace of nature.

The remaining thirty or so survivors, full of sorrow, with thoughts of the deceased and respect for life, left this majestic mountain that made them sad, and rushed straight to the Barbarian City in their hearts.