Spears walk on the earth.

Thunder moves nine days away.

The electric light that descended from above the clouds was like a hundred refined soft steel sword in the hands of an unborn kendo master, and the blue sword blade twisted one after another, and it was wrapped straight around the barrel of the gun. The thin layer of frost covering the tip of the spear evaporated in an instant in the heat caused by the electric current.

At the same time, the barrel of the gun soaked in oil in the heart of the jujube wood could not withstand the heat brought by the thunder, and it suddenly burned.

In the midst of the flames, the three magic talismans that someone applied to the spear seemed to have spirituality, and with the power of this falling thunder, the spiritual light reappeared, and the electric light converged in one place. The spear was driven by the two strange forces of thunder and magic runes, and in an instant, the spear turned into a sword of thunder and fire, stabbing straight at the center of the white tent master's eyebrows!

The thunder and fire intersected, turning into a sword of evil, and the expression on the face of the white tent disappeared, and his left arm was lightly raised, and a palm was crossed in front of his forehead.

It looked like a hand that looked like a mortal, not even a slender and well-maintained finger, just like the hands of the herdsmen on the western border of the Han Dynasty who held horsewhips and machetes.

However, it was under this block that this seemingly ordinary hand suddenly closed and firmly held the head of the gun in his hand!

The fire in his palm is leaping, the electric snake is flowing, and he wants to change others, even if Wei Ye himself, who has opened the hussar's heart seal, grabs such a mass of energy on the verge of rampage with his empty hands, and he can't hold on for a few breaths.

But the White Tent Master did just that, as if the thunder fire in his hand that could turn the living into char at all times was just a piece of unleavened dough.

Staring at the thunder fire in his hand, the Lord of Winter still praised with great grace: "The Technique of Guiding Thunder? As far as I can see, the subtlety of this thunder method can be ranked among the top three among today's Daomen figures-Who is hiding in the shadows? Zhang Jiao or Yu Ji of Taiping Dao? I respect you and others who are also leaders of Daomen, but don't hide your head and tail again!"

Before the words fell, between the thick clouds in the sky, the thunder fell again!

Lightning and thunder, intertwined into a net, thunderbolt shook, shaking everyone's eardrums, shaking the soul!

In this battle, which was out of the normal combat power of the human world, those war horses, which were already much more agile than humans, were first alarmed, and they neighed one after another, and people stood up!

Several of the horses could barely calm their mounts, so they could only hug the horses' necks tightly, lest they be dismounted by the frightened horses.

Only Ma Teng, who still had a little room to spare at the moment, slashed and kicked the horse stock, and at the moment when the war horse turned around and galloped wildly, his body fell, sticking to the horse's belly, one on each side, and scooped up Lu Yan and He Wuquan!

He rescued the two of them here, turned his horse and wanted to leave, and the white tent master, who was in the midst of the lightning of the net, had already whispered: "You want to go, it's not so easy!"

Before he could finish speaking, the White Tent Master stepped on this frozen land. As his footprints stepped down, the frozen soil of the field instantly condensed and opened the way!

Countless ice clusters poured out of the frozen soil, and in an instant, they condensed into a glacial path formed by ice clusters and frost crystals. As the frost crystals of the ice spread, the stones, dead yellow grass stems, and low shrubs on the surface that blocked the spread of the glacier on the ground were all sealed into the ice crust in an instant. Even at the speed of a galloping horse, being chased and frozen by this glacier is only a matter of moments!

Ma Teng didn't even look back at the moment, he just gritted his teeth and pulled out the short knife on his waist, and stabbed it towards the horse's buttocks!

The war horse under the crotch was hurt by this thorn and neighed, and galloped wildly in the direction of Fanhe City. But even if Ma Teng ran away so hard, he still couldn't escape the spreading speed of the glacier on the ground behind him!

At the moment when Frost Crystal touched the horse's hooves, a chill ran through Ma Teng's body, and even his mind was about to stiffen.

It's all coming to an end.

The glacier spreads underfoot, death beckons behind you, and the breath of life flies away in the spread of the cold. At this moment, no one can stop it, no one can ......

However, at this moment, a hot spring fell from the sky!

With the temperature of the glittering stone flowing gold, with the speed of breaking through the wind and clouds, a flame came from the clouds, and a hot stream came from Fanhe City, like a burning meteorite, so brutal and resolute from the sky, penetrating into the frozen soil.

Until the moment it sank into the frozen ground, the frozen ground shattered, the mud burst apart, and under the frozen soil, the heat flow cut off from the creatures on the surface gushed out with this flame! The ice river formed by the condensation of ice clusters and frost crystals had to stop its expansion in the face of this fire that was drawn from the ground.

Before the ice river, a long sword that was as red as fire and had a purple crow as black matte stood in the fire.

The talisman on the sword turned into a red finch with a slender tail, standing on the hilt of the sword.

For this sword, the White Tent Master will never admit his mistake. Because a few months ago, when another he, one of the three gods of Helan Gong, came to Zhangye County, he was severely injured under this peachwood magic sword!

The White Tent Lord's face showed a slight hint of displeasure, and he muttered, "It's this sword again, and it's this familiar feeling, but I'm not the Corpse Forest King, where does the Burning Evil Fire have the slightest advantage in front of the Lord of Frost and Snow? You are very wrong, don't think-"

It was this moment of distraction, and another lightning bolt ran down from the clouds, and it struck the left hand of the white tent master holding the thunder fire!

A storm of flames and arcs engulfed him in an instant.

But in an instant, the place where the White Tent Lord stood was already a sea of fire.

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Outside Fanhe City, on an inconspicuous hill, the white-haired old man in a shawl gently twisted the tip of his curled scimitar-like lips, and gently beckoned his hand towards the place where the fire was burning on the plain.

As he beckoned gently, more than a dozen high-flying larks in the clouds seemed to fly down from the clouds.

However, when the flocks approached the old man, they revealed their true faces, which were more than ten Zhushu bamboo talismans, and the bamboo talismans were full of indigo blue mangs, which did not look like things in the world.

The old man spread out his palm, and these more than ten bamboo talismans seemed to know, and they suddenly gathered together, turned into a small white bamboo talisman, and fell into the old man's palm.

Immediately, a flash of fire swept through the sky, and a peachwood magic sword was also thrown towards the old man under the lightning convergence.

However, this time, the old man did not take away his sword, and said without looking back: "Fellow Daoist, you should take back the treasure of protecting the Dharma and refining demons with you, right?"

Regarding the old man's question, someone answered without shame: "A few miles away, the Heavenly Imperial Sword, such a first-class ancient sword immortal ability of Yue Nu and Yuan Gong, I really can't come to the junior brother." Senior brother, you can work hard, and the younger brother will thank you here first. ”

As he spoke, the immortal warlock with a ball cat on his shoulder came to the old man's side, and sincerely admired: "Last time, I said goodbye, but half a year later, senior brother, you actually cultivated to the body of a half-immortal, what is the secret of such rapid progress? ”