In the face of this huge snow sword that broke through the air at an astonishing speed, Liang Lian still stood still.

However, countless indifferent and astonishing killing intent were released from his body, and all the snow on the ground around him spread out in fear.

At the same time, a strange hissing sound appeared in the distance high in the sky.

This is a large amount of heaven and earth vitality flowing, but it is not like an invisible mountain, but like an invisible beam flying in the air.

Very cohesive and fast.

Ding Ning was not an ordinary cultivator, so he knew very well that this speed of transporting Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi had exceeded the limit of a normal Seven Realms lower grade cultivator.

Beyond the normal limit, the practitioner's body will inevitably bear a heavier burden.

Puff puff puff....

The stone path under Liang Lian's feet made countless cracks, and countless stone chips and snow dust splattered out, but his body did not move at all, and the skin of his body even flashed a strange dark iron glow.

"Infinite Sword Body!"

Ding Ning saw what kind of exercises Liang Lian was practicing, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

At this moment, the snowflakes outside Liang Lian's body were already flying around him one by one.

Those originally soft feather-like snowflakes became extremely heavy as his True Yuan and Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi penetrated, and these heavy snowflakes formed several white snow curtains around his body.

Each snow curtain is like a huge grinding disc.

The snow sword that fell from the sky collided with the snow curtain.

Obviously, it was not gold and iron, but it burst out with a loud sound like gold and iron.

Such as the yellow bell Da Lu that dozens of people can ring together.

The entire northern camp of the Tiger Wolf Army shook.

The thin snow accumulated on all the tents, the ordnance, and even the rune chariots fell in a pour.

Liang Lian's eyes narrowed slightly.

The clothes on his body were cut by snowflakes for countless cuts, but the bare skin under these snowflakes shimmered with a strange luster, leaving not even a trace of it.

Both the huge snow sword and the snow curtain around him had been completely shattered, and countless snowflakes had turned into the tiniest powder invisible to the naked eye.

This made the world around him brighten up instead.

However, he couldn't see Xue Wangxu's figure.

Because around him, there are thousands of small transparent swords forming.

The number of transparent things is so terrifying that when they are overlapped, the world in front of you becomes unreal.

Many of the military cultivators standing inside the gate of the barracks completely stopped breathing at this time.

This is also an unimaginable picture for them.

Countless transparent small swords were suspended in the air, forming a sword tower more than ten zhang high.

At the center of the sword tower is the Liang Lian.

In the next moment, the countless transparent small swords suddenly accelerated sharply and fell, dragging countless lines visible to the naked eye in the air.

In the face of the falling ten million swords, Liang Lian still did not move, and a layer of irony appeared on his indifferent face.

Because he could see the sword intent in it.

These swords are not expecting to defeat him, but simply trying to trap him.

Ten thousand swords are in prison, but they don't want him to give full play to his physical advantages and launch a fierce attack.

Xue Wangxu's understanding of swordsmanship may be much higher than him, but after all, he is too old, and with the use of power, he is no longer able to do as much as he wants, and he cannot fight for a long time and fiercely.

"You want a breather, you want this soft way to fight... But do you think I'm going to have to fight violently?"

Looking at the thousands of swords that fell around his body, and feeling the sword formation formed by those swords, the coldness on Liang Lian's face quickly expanded.

He calmly held out his right hand.

There was a bang.

A pure aura that only a powerful natal creature could possess appeared between heaven and earth.

The entire barracks shook again.

This gives everyone the terrifying feeling that the trolls trapped in chains and cages at the bottom of the river have finally broken out of their cages.

However, in the next moment, this aura did not explode, but accumulated in front of Liang Lian's body layer by layer.

A black light flashed quickly.

In Liang Lian's hand, there was a straight, black broadsword.

Half of the sword body is thick in color, like a black stone on the riverside, and the other half is swaying with brilliance, like thousands of black waves.

He held the sword in his hand, and it was crossed to his chest.

With the influx of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi passing through the sky, a curved river embankment seemed to appear around his body.

The power emanating from his body and the sword in his hand grew stronger and stronger, but this power always grew only within the river embankment.

......

At this moment, just like the first night of the Heavenly Supervisor Division's decisive battle against Zhao Chop, on a corner tower closest to the northern camp of the Tiger and Wolf Army, an old man in an ordinary plain cotton suit sat on a wisteria chair under the eaves, his sparse white hair was not tied up, and hung down on his shoulders like a root ginseng.

Behind him, there was still the long, unusually modest young man.

It's just that unlike Ye Celeng and Zhao Chop during the first battle, he did not wear civilian clothes at this time, but wore a plain gray official robe.

The official robe has various patterns that can only be found on the heavenly sacrifice vessels, which means that the young man is an official of the Patriarchal Division.

In addition to these patterns, there are many differences between this official robe and the ordinary patriarchal official robe, the most prominent thing is that there is a pattern of a deer's head on the back near the neckline.

This is the mark of the head of the patriarchal department.

So this unusually modest young man is Huang Zhenwei, the head of the Patriarchal Division!

"This is the strongest style in the Cofferdam Sword Sutra, the Breaking Embankment Sword. ”

The eyes of the old man in ordinary plain cotton clothes looked at the sword style of Liang Lian's sword through the heavy wind and snow, and he praised softly.

Huang Zhenwei, who had a gentle and modest face, and was impressed at a glance, had a solemn face at this time, and when he heard the old man's words, he couldn't help but say softly: "The more the sword momentum accumulates, the stronger it becomes, and when it breaks through, the sword intent bursts out of the embankment... General Liang Lian is worthy of being a battle-hardened general, and from this kind of sword momentum to deal with the Xue Cave Lord, the Xue Cave Lord may only be forced to attack. ”

The old man nodded in deep opinion.

At this moment, a little dazzling light appeared in the wind and snow.

Xue Wangxu's figure appeared in the wind and snow.

A dazzling light was born in the palm of his right hand, without a trace of impurities, pure brightness, and even exuded a holy smell.

He cast his natal sword.

This sword in the stone that had just been polished in the battle with Feng Qianyun was shining brightly at this moment.

Endless dazzling sword light erupted from the short sword in his hand, instantly illuminating all the space in front of him, illuminating the entire North Camp of the Tiger Wolf Army, making the entire North Camp of the Tiger Wolf Army in the haze of wind and snow as bright as day.

Xue Wangxu held the sword in his hand, and stabbed a sword towards the embankment in front of him with a calm face.

In front of him, a huge white sheep's horn appeared.

Just like the sword he had shown when he passed the sect master's sword to Li Daoji, this white sheep's horns were slightly curved.

Then the sharpest horns of this white ram's horn did not pierce directly into the embankment in front of it, but only grazed it from above.

The strongest horn of this white ram's horn leaned on it and resisted it to death.

The true meaning of the Aries Sword is not to sprint, but to forbear, but to counteract.

The crooked white sheep's horns pressed against the embankment, consuming the strength of the embankment, as if it was about to crush the embankment inward into several pieces, allowing the flood inside to pour out through several gaps.

Seeing such a sword, the old man on the rattan chair on the corner tower was suddenly a little stunned, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Wonderful!"

Huang Zhenwei behind him was also full of brilliance in his eyes, and at the same time couldn't help but admire: "It's really wonderful!"

......

Liang Lian's pupils suddenly contracted violently.

Seeing this sword light like a white sheep's horn, he didn't hesitate and blasted forward with his left fist.

A dull explosion sounded again between heaven and earth.

His left fist, which was as hard as iron, slammed into his sword.

The natal sword in his right hand intersected fiercely with the natal sword in Xue Wangxu's hand.

The accumulated sword momentum dissipated in an instant, but the sword in his hand seemed to have turned into a horizontal city wall.

Rumble!

His left fist slammed into his sword again, trying to shake Xue Wangxu's sword away.

This countervailing force is getting stronger and stronger, and he also feels that he can't support it.

With this punch, the stone path on the soles of his feet completely exploded, and countless blood flew out from the soles of his feet.

An extremely strong impact force invaded Xue Wangxu's body along the sword body.

There were many slight sounds coming out of Xue Wangxu's body, as if countless dust had been shaken out of his skin.

However, he only smiled gently and proudly, and the sword in his hand did not retreat an inch.

Liang Lian snorted and took a step back.

More blood splattered from his feet, leaving a crimson footprint on the ground.

His eyes became extremely cold at this point.

Without the slightest pause, he let out an angry shout and slammed his fist into his sword again.

Where his fist and sword body collided, countless hot blood beads also flew out.

The power accumulated in his sword was all burst forward under this blow.

Not far in front of him, Ding Ning held an umbrella and always watched the battle calmly.

At this moment, Ding Ning's brows trembled slightly, his lips trembled slightly, and his hands trembled slightly.

Feeling the terrifying power bursting out of the other party's vivid body, Xue Wangxu just smiled faintly and proudly, maintaining his sword momentum.

Click.

The natal sword in his hand broke.

Huge white rams' horns break through it.

The thick white broken horn Huo Ran was relieved and continued to hit forward.

"Click".

Liang Lian's chest collapsed slightly.

His iron-heavy body flew upside down more than ten steps in an instant, and a mouthful of blood mist poured out of his mouth.

Xue Wangxu lowered his hand and smiled with satisfaction.

The corners of his mouth slowly dripped, dripping down his snow-white beard.

In this moment, more dust flew out of his body, and he made a snorting sound.

......

"It's over. ”

The old man on the corner tower took a deep breath and stood up.

He stretched out his hand forward, and a majestic breath quickly flowed from between his fingers.

At the same time, Ding Ning, who had been waiting silently, had already arrived at Xue Wangxu's side, he glanced at Xue Wangxu, did not speak, just held an umbrella to help Xue Wangxu block the falling snowflakes and cover the wind and snow.