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Yu Hanshang is worthy of being the head of Tianshan, the same move, compared to Zhang Yu, the power in her hands is no less than several times, and the man did underestimate the power of Yu Hanshang's sword at the beginning.

I saw that wherever the long sword passed, no matter what it was, it was condensed into ice, and a trace of coldness stirred in the courtyard and scattered out.

If ordinary people were attacked by this coldness, they would have already been imprisoned by internal force and could not move, but the man was not an ordinary person, and the unique mental method he practiced was like a blazing magma, which was hot and unbearable, which just dissolved Yu Hansheng's icy true qi.

In this way, the man fought with Yu Hansheng's cold sword with a pair of flesh palms for dozens of rounds without winning or losing, only to see two extremely strong true qi, one red and one white, colliding fiercely from time to time in the field, and thunder roared.

Different from men, Yu Hanshang at this time was more and more shocked, thinking that with his unique physique, he cultivated Tianshan martial arts to a higher level, which can be said to be better than blue, compared to the ancestors of the past dynasties, except for the founding patriarch Drifting Shadow Snow, the rest of the people should not have reached their own realm. But today, the strange internal force revealed by the man on the other side in various moves, he actually faintly restrained his cold and icy true qi everywhere, and he couldn't bear him at all for a while, no wonder so many disciples were killed by him without any power to fight back.

Between their minds, the two exchanged dozens of moves, and the opponent's internal force was still endless, and bursts of heat surged from the palm of his hand, melting the ice wall ice arrow condensed by Yu Hanshang's sword qi, and gradually approached her body.

Yu Hanshang sighed in his heart that this duel Drifting Snow Twelve Styles were already stretched, and it seemed that he had to use the last killing move, the move that only the previous generations of masters could learn, and the move that several generations of masters could not fully comprehend.

The thirteenth style of the 12th style of snow: the wind is full of frost.

Yu Hanshang is worthy of being a once-in-a-century genius in the Tianshan Mountains, and he actually learned this thirteenth style.

A cold wind blew. It didn't blow in from the outside, but with Yu Hanshang as the center of the circle, it rotated and scattered in all directions.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, forming a huge tornado, and the sound of the wind seemed to be mixed with a slight explosion.

At this time, the man could already see clearly that it was not the wind, but the mellow internal force, and the sound was the sound produced by the friction between the internal forces.

A chill came to your face, a biting cold, straight to the bottom of your heart.

The man hurriedly used the internal force of the flames to resist, but the pores on his body were still standing upright.

It's cold, it's cold, it's like the air has been condensed as well.

It seems that the body doesn't obey the call, why can't you do it manually?

The man froze in place, and the surface began to freeze gradually, accumulating thicker and thicker.

The tornado cold wind turned faster and faster, the explosion became louder and louder, and finally reached the extreme, Yu Hanshang snorted coldly, and the long sword stabbed out, and then, the tornado cold wind rushed towards the man, tearing everything apart.

The man looked at the terrifying cold wind, but his whole body could not move.

With your frozen body now, if you encounter such a fierce whirlwind of internal force, you will definitely be torn apart and shattered in an instant, Yu Hanshang said with a smile in her heart.

Suddenly, I saw a smile on the corner of the man's mouth behind the ice, a fiery red light flashed in front of his chest, instantly melted the ice, and then the crack spread all over his body, with the sound of a jingle bell, the man had broken the ice, his palms gathered in front of his chest, and a strong flow of heat condensed in his palms.

With his palm as his finger, the man used his fingertips to resist the tornado cold wind of Yu Hanshang.

The two stood still, the two mellow internal forces collided and instantly turned into gusts of strong wind and shook out, frost gradually appeared on the man's eyebrows, and the steam on Yu Hanshang's forehead was rising, revealing beads of sweat.

This is a life-and-death struggle, this is a critical moment, and there is no room for mistakes.

And at this very moment, two figures fell, standing on the edge of the battlefield.

After seeing the visitor, Yu Hanshang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and it seemed that the victory was decided.

Seeing that the two were fighting to the death, Yu Muyan shouted for Yang Mingjing to come forward to help, and as soon as the words fell, Yang Mingjing had already unsheathed his long sword, white light flashed, thunder appeared, and Tai Chi thundered the sword.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky and rushed towards the two of them.

The change came too quickly, too suddenly, Yu Muyan was stunned in place, at a loss. The man on the other side laughed wildly, his hand did not stop, and several flames of true qi had already hit Yu Hansheng firmly.

And there was an extremely deep sword mark behind Yu Hanshang, the internal force was disordered, the tornado and cold wind on the sword swayed left and right, and it was finally swallowed by the flames on the opposite side, and several blazing flames hit the chest, wrapping the front and back, tearing the flesh and blood, straight into the meridians, and rampage in the body.

Seeing Yu Hansheng's slender body slowly floating to the ground, Yu Muyan rushed forward crying.

"Mother! Mother!"

Yu Hanshang grabbed Yu Muyan's hand tightly, turned his eyes to Yang Mingjing, and asked puzzledly: "Senior nephew Yang, what do you mean by this? If Wudang wants to kill my Tianshan Mountain, there is no need to use such a gangster plan, just take me, why do you want to involve so many disciples?"

"Hahahaha, don't blame Spiegel, it's all my idea. The man stepped forward slowly, curling his long hair and tying it back at the back of his head, revealing a gloomy face.

"You're you, you're the Red Flame Evil Ancestor!" Yu Hansheng's eyes widened in disbelief.

The Red Flame Evil Ancestor, who made a living by absorbing the internal power of martial artists, thought it was a rumor in the rivers and lakes, but he didn't expect that there was really someone.

"Yes, yes, I have been staying in this desperate situation in the Tianshan Mountains, but I can still know everything about the rivers and lakes, the old man admires it. The Red Flame Evil Ancestor smiled.

After confirming the man's identity, Yu Hanshang looked at Yang Mingjing with incredible eyes and asked, "Senior nephew Yang, how can you be in the company of such an evil person?"

Yang Mingjing didn't answer, and the Chiyan Evil Ancestor took over and said: "This kid is a person who knows the times and is a junjie, if he hadn't been able to stand my Burning Flame Demon Skill and begged me for mercy that day, how could he have the position of the head of Wudang today." Spiegel, do you think you still want to thank me?"

"Yes, Ancestor, thanks to Ancestor's support, there is Mirror today. Yang Mingjing said respectfully towards the Chiyan Evil Ancestor.

"But your kid is really promising, much better than the apprentice that the old man accepted before, that kid has been with me for more than ten years and only learned the first level of this Burning Flame Demon Skill, and you have broken through the double realm in just a few months, and come to the third level that can easily absorb internal force, I am also quite pleased, not bad for me to spare your life." The Red Flame Evil Ancestor smiled rather proudly.

"It's all the ancestors who have taught him well, and Mingjing will do his best to learn the magic skills and carry them forward. Yang Mingjing arched his hand towards the Chiyan Evil Ancestor and said.

At this time, Yu Muyan had already come back to her senses, cast a hateful gaze at Yang Mingjing, and shouted: "Senior Brother Yang, I can't imagine that you are this kind of person? Are you worthy of Master Wuchen, and worthy of the ancestors and ancestors of the Wudang Sect?"

"Senior sister's words are wrong, Master Wuchen has taught me since I was a child that the way of martial arts should be inclusive of all rivers, and I can't abide by the old rules. And today, isn't this Burning Flame Demon Skill the principle of embracing all rivers in the sea? With this as a way, wouldn't I be able to carry forward Wudang better?" Yang Mingjing still looked like he was talking naturally and behaving gently, and smiled at Yu Muyan.

"Bah, bullshit, I think you just can't stand the pain to help the abuse, people like you don't deserve to be called human! Yu Muyan spat on the ground and scolded.

"Hmph, Xiao Nizi's mouth is so hard that it is upside down. I haven't asked you to settle the old account of my former apprentice. The Chiyan Evil Ancestor looked at Yu Muyan, and his eyes cut into her heart like a sharp sword.

At this time, Yu Hanshang sat up and stood in front of Yu Muyan, meeting the gaze of the Chiyan Evil Ancestor.

"Ancestor, leave this Senior Sister Yu to me, but the pure cold true qi on Master Yu's body must be something that Ancestor has dreamed of in his life, so I won't disturb you to enjoy it. With that, Yang Mingjing walked towards Yu Muyan.

Yu Hanshang hurriedly got up, stopped Yang Mingjing, and said angrily: "Yang Mingjing, it's up to you?"

"Please also give way, uncle, you should think more about your situation now. Yang Mingjing smiled and bypassed Yu Hanshang and continued to walk towards Yu Muyan.

Yu Hanshang still wanted to step forward to block it, but a wave of heat had surged from his side, and the Red Flame Evil Ancestor had already attacked in front of him, protecting himself with a long sword, Yu Hanshang hurriedly blocked it, and the two fought in one place again.

Here, looking at Yang Mingjing's approaching figure step by step, Yu Muyan didn't know where to flee for a while.

Just when Yang Mingjing wanted to reach out and grab Yu Muyan, a bright light flashed in the darkness, Yang Mingjing listened to the argument, hurriedly avoided it, and saw a stone hit deep into the snow in front of him.

A man was already standing in front of Yu Muyan, a fine coat fluttering in the moonlight. (To be continued.) )