Beiling Zhenren ignored it, only to see him pinch, and a long sword flew out from his cuff. The long sword grew rapidly, and soon turned into a giant sword and slashed down at the head of the black wind!

Hei Feng's face changed greatly, and he only felt that the sword qi was immense, sweeping like a mountain and a sea. I saw him shout, and at this critical moment, he sacrificed a black shield and guarded him in front of him.

The true qi of the black wind all poured out from his body, supporting the black shield with all his might, resisting this mighty sword.

Beiling Zhenren snorted coldly, and his true power was all out, and he continued to exert pressure.

Black Feng's face continued to ooze sweat, and the black shield in his hand trembled uncontrollably, obviously almost reaching the limit of what he could bear!

A wry smile appeared in Hei Feng's heart, he was still in charge of life and death a moment ago, but he didn't expect to be reduced to a sword warrior after a while.

And Hei Feng never thought that the real person of Beiling who shot with all his might would be so powerful. I didn't feel it when I was besieging it before, but now that I am facing it alone, I have been forced to use all my means with one face!

Hei Feng's face was extremely gloomy, seeing Beiling Zhenren's posture like this, he clearly wanted to end himself here!

"It's over!"

Beiling Zhenren shouted lightly, and recalled the long sword, and then ** in his hand.

The next moment, Beixuan Zhenren even carried a sword, carrying endless sword qi, and slashed towards the black shield!

I only heard a "boom", and two rays of light, one black and one white, collided together! Under the sweep of the sword qi of the Beiling real person, the black qi on the black shield quickly dissipated.

At the same time, the crack on the black shield expanded dramatically, and finally "banged" and turned into countless debris.

Beiling Zhenren's face remained unchanged, holding his sword, and continuing to slash at the black wind!

Hei Feng's face showed a hideous look: "You want to kill me?

I saw the black wind spew out a mouthful of blood mist, and took advantage of the situation to erect the black knife in front of him. This black knife absorbed these blood mist, and immediately bloomed with a fine light, and then saw a shocking black light burst out, meeting the sword of the Beiling Zhenren!

Beiling Zhenren's face froze, and he saw that his gesture changed slightly, condensing the true qi of his whole body in one place, pouring out from the blade of the sword, and facing the black light with all his strength.

"No ......"

The white light held by the Beiling Zhenren was like a long rainbow piercing the sun, easily penetrating the black light, and then slashed down towards the black wind's body!

Hei Feng was shocked in his heart, knowing that under the sword of Beiling Zhenren, there was no reason to be spared!

At this moment, three red, white, and blue beams suddenly descended in the sky, and they went straight to the Beiling True Life Gate, and the momentum was very amazing!

Beiling Zhenren was shocked, so he had to immediately return to defense.

I saw that he collected his sword and swept it, just as the three beams of light fell!

Then, a circle of light spread out, causing a gust of wind to howl around. Beiling Zhenren floated back a few steps, and then stood on the ground with a sword!

On the opposite side of Beiling Zhenren, there were three more men. These three men have strange appearances, with long red, white, and blue hair respectively, and they are people of the demon clan at first glance!

With the help of these three men, Black Wind was able to escape. I saw him leap to the side of the three men with a sweep of steps, coldly guarding the Beiling Zhenren.

Beiling Zhenren snorted coldly and said, "I didn't expect you to come over so quickly!"

At this time, the red-haired man among them glanced at Qin Huai and the others, and sneered: "These are the few little ghosts you want to rush over to rescue regardless of the cost?"

Beiling Zhenren smiled faintly and said, "My juniors, you should be a blessing or two!"

The red-haired man said coldly: "You don't hesitate to urge the secret method to rush out of the Great Spirit Sealing Array, I'm afraid that it's the end of the strong crossbow now, right?

Beiling Zhenren smiled, but said: "Is the poor Dao the end of the strong crossbow, you will know when you try it! Today, I will let you learn the true means of my Arctic Palace!"

"You stand aside and do as I say for a while!" Beiling Zhenren glanced at Qin Huai and the three of them again, and said in a low voice.

"Hmph, that's a big breath! But none of you can escape today!" the red-haired man smiled coldly, and then shouted, "Formation!"

I saw that these four people quickly dispersed, and they were arranged in four directions, forming an angle with each other. At the same time, the four of them each sacrificed their magic weapons, only to see several treasure lights blooming, and clusters of various colored halos pressed down on the head of Beiling Zhenren.

Beiling Zhenren snorted coldly and sacrificed a long sword with a rather simple style. This long sword is snow-white, as clear as jade. A ray of sunlight shone on this jade sword, and it penetrated directly through the past, leaving no shadow behind!

Beiling Zhenren's fingertips swiped on the jade sword, and immediately cut a cut in the skin, and a small stream of blood dripped down the blade.

The blood soaked into the sword body, and the jade sword immediately glowed with a layer of turquoise light, humming! And as it was infiltrated by the blood of the spirit real person, this snow-white long sword slowly turned emerald green!

Beiling Zhenren swung his sword and swept it, and suddenly a green light rippled out, sweeping away the remaining light clusters.

Beiling Zhenren put the sword in front of him, and said lightly: "Since the Arctic ancestors opened the sect, this sword has been with our sect for thousands of years, and it has never been opened in the hands of our sect masters for generations! Today's disciples have no choice but to sacrifice it with blood, and I hope that all ancestors will not blame!"

The red-haired man smiled coldly, "The art of blood sacrifice!

Beiling Zhenren said coldly: "Yes and right, there is justice in the world!"

The red-haired man said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, look at the tricks!"

I saw that while he was talking, there was already an extra golden wheel in his hand. The red-haired man immediately recited a mantra, and saw that the golden wheel continued to differentiate, conjuring up countless identical golden wheels. These golden wheels were mixed with raging flames, like a rain of fire, all of them rushed towards the Beiling Zhenren.

These flames were not ordinary flames, but the true flames that this red-haired man had cultivated for many years, and most things in the world could be melted by them, and ordinary monks could turn them into ashes in an instant even if they were just a little stained.

In terms of power, this fire is enough to rank among the top true fires in the world. With his domineering true fire, this red-haired man has also defeated strong enemies and become famous for a while. Therefore, the real fire of this red-haired man can actually be regarded as a killer feature.

At the same time, the other three also showed their magical powers, and they besieged the Beiling Zhenren respectively.

I saw that the black windbreaker robe was agitated, and the true qi in his body had been running to the extreme, and several black rays of black mangs were cut down from the scimitar and flew towards the real person of the Northern Spirit.

In addition, Black Wind also sacrificed two other small flags, surrounding his side, constantly emitting treasure light, guarding himself in it. Hei Feng was almost killed by Beiling Zhenren with a sword before, but he was extra careful when he shot at this moment.

The silver-haired man spewed out a mouthful of white mist, and these white mist spread out quickly, and soon filled the surroundings of Beiling Zhenren. In the white mist, it was as if there were skeletons one after another, holding all kinds of weapons, rushing towards Beiling Zhenren.

The last blue-haired man had a faint glint in his eyes. As soon as an ordinary monk glances at the Internet, he will feel drowsy and weak.

The blue-haired man waved his hand, and a strangely shaped scythe emerged from his hand. The scythe glowed with a ghostly light, and the blue-haired man smiled evilly, like a ghost, slowly approaching the real person of the Northern Spirit.