The next moment, I don't know who shouted, "Do it!"

The upper and lower battlefields, separated by ice fog, were in chaos at the same time.

Above, under the leadership of the Helian Tempest brothers, the fifteen Lingyuan monks of the Helian clan and the Han clan regrouped, and their momentum was half stronger than before, and the twelve people of the Snow Mountain Clan under the leadership of Xue Changhe fought again, and the magic weapons and spells came out together, making a mess.

Although the battle array above is chaotic, there are only twenty-seven people after all, and the battle array below is indescribable, and it is by no means a dazzling one that can be described!

Because not only the Lingyuan monks, but also the Lingjing monks also took action, and for a while, the light flew wildly, the magic weapon shot out, and the roar was endless. Fortunately, there is enough space at the bottom of this pit, otherwise, it would really be dumplings.

Mu Qing urged the light, his body flashed, dodging the encirclement of several Han Xiao monks, and looked at the surrounding battle formations, only to see that these battle formations can be roughly divided into two categories, those one-to-one, one-to-two, two-to-two, and two-to-three, respectively, occupying a radius of hundreds of zhang, and the surrounding ones are relatively quiet, which are the battle formations of the Lingyuan period monks. And it is completely different from this kind of battle array, the one who has been killed is dark, and the one who makes a pot of porridge is naturally the battle array of the Spirit Crystal Stage monks.

Mu Qing flew away and dodged, while scanning the surroundings, making a rough estimate in his heart, and soon had a general grasp of the battle array in front of him:

At the level of Lingyuan, led by the Qiu clan, including other small families, there were more than thirty Lingyuan stage monks of the Han Xiao clan, while there were less than thirty Lingyuan stage monks among the foreign monks.

At the Spirit Crystal level, there were about 1,000 people from the Hanxiao Three Clans and other small families combined, while there were only more than 200 Spirit Crystal Monks from outside, and there were only more than 400 rebellious monks from the Snow Mountain Clan.

Whether it is the spirit yuan level or the spirit crystal level, the difference in strength can be described as huge, and there should be no suspense in this battle, but at this moment, these two waves of people have been fighting for a while, and it is difficult to solve.

After a little thought, you will be puzzled. First, the Han Xiao clan should want to capture these foreign monks alive and then absorb the power of the cold origin, so they are not killers. Second, those small families in the Han Xiao clan were used before, almost damaging the core disciples of the clan, obviously dissatisfied, and they were a little absent-minded in fighting the Fa, and they couldn't do their work.

And those foreign monks are different, they have released spirit beasts, wildly urging mana, and using their ability to press the bottom of the box.

They all knew in their hearts that now the way out was blocked by the ice mist, and this ice mist was transformed by the magic of a spiritual stage monk, and with their own cultivation, let alone pass through this ice mist, even if they touched each other, they were afraid that it would be more than lucky! If they wanted to escape today, they could only rely on that "eight-character beard"! Either the "eight-character beard" killed Han Wu, or at least open a passage on this ice fog layer, and they could have the possibility of escaping!

Therefore, in the face of an enemy twice as large as themselves, these people held a belief: hold on! Hold on to death! Persist until the fighting methods of the two Spirit Stage monks have an ending, even if they lose both!

In this way, the chaotic war has maintained a temporary balance.

......

Thinking of this, Mu Qing's gaze turned to Qiu Chi again. I saw that Qiu Chi had already stood under the banner of his family with Ling Xue in his hand, his expression was as usual, and it seemed that he didn't plan to make a move, but he was guarding Ling Xue wholeheartedly.

When Mu Qing's gaze swept over the direction of the Han Clan's banner, he couldn't help but feel nervous again, only to see that the red-robed man did not move at all, standing with a smile on his face, looking up at the chaotic battle in the air, looking at his gaze, he was looking at the direction where Ling Xiang was in the air.

I see, the two Lingyuan late stage great cultivators, Qiu Chi grabbed Ling Xue, and the target of this red-robed man was Ling Xiang!

Mu Qing said in his heart: With these two people guarding, with their own strength, they can't save Ling Xiang and Ling Xue no matter what. Just now, Zhuge Hao sent a message to himself, saying that he would let him take the core of the Xuan Ice, maybe he had made arrangements in advance?

......

At this moment, the banner of the Helian clan was empty, and Sima Wenshan and his wife, who brought in the four of Yukun, as members of the Helian clan, also joined the battle group and began to round up those foreign monks.

After a moment's hesitation, four Helian Spirit Crystal Cultivators surrounded Mu Qing in the center.

One of them, a burly old man with a spear in his hand, shouted in a thick Chituoguo accent: "Boy, if you know each other, give up resistance, otherwise, you will definitely die!"

Mu Qing smiled, turned around and fled, and the four Helian monks chased after him. The direction of Mu Qing's escape was the big hole in the center of the Dharma platform.

Yukun's voice came from his ears, and he said, "Brother, Ling Xu and Xian Yuchun have gone to Ling Xiang's side." ”

Surrounding Mu Qing, the four Helian monks, two of them were Yukun and Taiyu, and the big drink just now was sent by Taiyu.

Just when the chaos started, Yukun, Ling Xu, Yu Taiyu and Xian Yuchun divided into two roads as Helian people, all the way towards Mu Qing, and all the way towards Ling Xiang.

Mu Qing's voice came from Yukun's ears, and said, "Don't be exposed, retreat while fighting, don't be in a hurry to make a move, be careful of that red-robed man!"

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Han Feng's target was always Ling Xiang, but he didn't rush to make a move, because he faintly felt that in the ice and mist in the sky, there was always a wisp of divine consciousness staring at him!

Previously, his cousin Han Wu was ordered to catch Ling Xue, but he died at the hands of this person, and this person is now fighting with the patriarch Han Wu, but he can still stare at himself distractedly, which shows that this person's cultivation is very high! The methods of a spiritual stage monk must not be judged by common sense, and if he is not careful, he may follow in the footsteps of his cousin.

......

In the ice and mist above.

Zhuge Hao's void froze, his body was surrounded by thick ice mist, and the wind swept the ice crystal fragments in his face, like a knife and a cone, but he couldn't get close.

Zhuge Hao smiled and said, "Han Wu, don't say it, your qualifications are really good, this Snow God Trick has been cultivated at home, right?

A cold snort came from the wind and snow, and said: "It seems that you really know a little bit about my Han Xiao clan, since you know the Snow God Heavenly Dance, then the little girl must not disappoint Daoyou!"

As soon as the words fell, a tornado hurricane rolled up dozens of feet in front of Zhuge Hao, and a huge figure instantly turned into shape......

I saw that this huge figure was about ten feet high, and it was the image of a woman, dressed in white and white-haired, holding an ice crystal long stick, and her skirt fluttering, like an ice sculpture coming to life.

The ice sculpture long stick pointed forward, swung the stick like a sword, and turned into a white light to stab at Zhuge Hao.

Zhuge Hao shouted: "It's good to come!"

I saw that his body was shrouded in a layer of earthy yellow essence, his body was low, his shoulders were tied up, his ten golden fingers flashed, and ten golden blades appeared on his fingertips, about half a foot long, facing the ice sculpture......

With a "boom", Zhuge Hao passed through the chest of the ice sculpture like a golden drill, and the ice sculpture collapsed instantly......

Without waiting for Zhuge Hao to stop his body, the tornado above it rose again, and another woman's ice sculpture instantly condensed out, smashed down with a stick, and stopped his waist......