The cold sword intent spread out in the cave in an instant.

Sprinkled with water, like frost and snow in the sky, the air was frozen into pieces of snowflakes, each snowflake is extremely sharp, cold to the extreme sword qi, constantly rotating and cutting in the void, although there is no great momentum, but it is fierce to a point of incomparability, ordinary monks fight with it, but they are afraid that the sword qi has not yet touched it, this eerie and terrifying cold wave is enough to freeze it into an ice corpse, so that the sword qi will fall apart and shatter into a pile of ice slag when it is lightly touched. Every inch of this space is filled with a strong killing intent, this Taiyin Sword Technique is a hundred times more subtle and powerful than the Emei Sword Sect's peerless swordsmanship! Like a blizzard, it rolled towards Yang Jiye!

Yang Jiye's face was fearless, and the solemn chill spread along the space, making him extremely uncomfortable, as if the blood in his body was frozen.

If it weren't for the Spring and Autumn Dading and Fusang Shenmu Dao Yi to resist most of the cold for him, I was afraid that this would make him frostbitten.

He slowly activated the pure yang vitality in his body, dissolving the pervasive chill, the frost and snow seemed to dance in the wind, disturbing one after another, and the speed was extremely fast, making him feel difficult to deal with.

He was also a little puzzled at this time, this Xuanji Daoist clearly only had the strength of the early stage of Qi Xing Zhou Tian, although the Qingshuang Sword in her hand was an ancient spirit treasure, but the quality was only mediocre, and the spirit in the sword was far less powerful than the sword of the dead, but the speed of the Xuanji Daoist Imperial Sword was several times faster than him, and it was outrageously fast, completely inconsistent with her strength.

Although this Taiyin Sword Technique is the supreme sword technique, it must not go against common sense.

Yang Jiye's heart was a little dignified, his five fingers were strong and powerful, and they changed slightly, as if he had entered the void, and the sword of the dead was under his remote control. It was like a tidal wave sweeping away.

He doesn't have an advantage in speed now, and it is difficult to cut off all the green frost dancing in the sky, so he can only turn defense into attack, hit it and save it, and force this mysterious Taoist to withdraw his sword and return to defense.

Of course, this is also a kind of competition of minds, if the Xuanji Taoist is not afraid of death, ignoring his sword, this blue frost rolls up, and he only has one death, but people in the righteous path cherish themselves. In order to seek the flawless Daoji, he didn't even practice the life-saving supernatural powers, so he shouldn't have such courage, not to mention that it was a woman who fought with him, but there were no absolutes, and his heart was a little dignified at the moment, but he didn't expect that the moment the sword of the past left the cave, it seemed to escape from the shackles of the Spring and Autumn Dading. The speed skyrocketed in an instant, and this increase was not weakened before, but now it was restored, and he didn't feel anything abnormal before. On the contrary, the speed increased several times at this time, which was beyond his expectations, and it was so fast that it was difficult for him to control, and Rao was powerful in his spirit. Don't dare to be distracted at this moment, if you get distracted a little, this flying sword will be out of his control. Fly out like an arrow from a string.

The face of the Xuanji Daoist changed suddenly, and he felt that the torrent that was rolling in his face turned into a monstrous wave in an instant, and he couldn't even think of confronting it.

The stabbing sword retreated abruptly, and the azure frost was suddenly pulled into a huge frost and snow vortex, rolling the turbid and turbulent waves into it, and the cold penetrated inch by inch, wanting to freeze the sword of the dead in the void.

Click!

The ice condensed by frost and snow shattered, and the sword of the dead pierced through the whirlpool and stabbed straight out.

The surging chill swept in suddenly, and the entire passage, countless cracks, all fell into stillness at this moment!

Only the sword of the past is still swimming, like a poisonous snake, with a tragic and deathly breath towards the heart of the Xuanji Dao people. Although the power is far less than the original, but after this dispute, the momentum of both sides has taken a sharp turn and almost fallen into silence, and the only little remaining strength is enough to establish a great advantage, which can be said to be the key to determining victory or defeat, life and death, both sides seem to have stopped breathing at this time, waiting indifferently.

The frost and snow were scattered, and the Xuanji Daoist collected his sword and stood it in front of him.

The sword of the dead is like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and it suddenly points on the Qingshuang sword!

The sound is like a silver bell, and it is extremely crisp.

Then a ripple on the Qingshuang Sword swept away abruptly along the sword body, and the crisp sound gradually became high, turning into a loud sound that shook the heart, like a flood bell Dalu.

The sound waves could not spread in the closed cavern, like a storm crashing on the shore, reverberating wildly, and the sound was like thunder roaring in an instant.

Under the blow of the sword of the past life, the Qingshuang sword was pulled out of an amazing arc, like a stretched bowstring, which made people look at a thrilling feeling, as if a few more points, this famous sword that has gone through thousands of years will be broken at the waist, the Xuanjie Taoist is full of green silk and is scattered by the sharp sword qi, I don't know how much it is broken, like flying flocculents, the black hairpin like iron also fell to the ground, but she was unable to pick it up, her delicate body could not stand up at all, like a flower branch that was broken by the wind, and the slender jade hand was already drenched in blood, looking extremely miserable, she had been practicing swords since she was a child, and her body was much tougher than ordinary monks, if notAt this time, I am afraid that I have already been shocked to death by the huge force from the sword.

Yang Jiye forced it back with a sword, and did not give her any respite.

It is also gradually adapted to the strange speed difference between inside and outside the cave, the five fingers are grasped, and with a sudden twist, the sword of the dead life is wrapped in endless Huangquan Qi and pounces on the mysterious Taoist who was forced into the corner of the cave.

A cracking sound sounded, and the rock wall frozen by the cold air, pressed by the sword qi in the air, suddenly disintegrated and shattered, fragile as an eggshell.

Xuanji Daoist frowned and stared at the ancient long sword that came at high speed, his eyes were like thousands of years of Xuan Ice carving, and the infinite illusion born with the sword momentum immediately lost its strange changes in his eyes, and became a scene of frozen motion, but the emotions on his face were also like those frozen illusions, with a kind of despair, perhaps even she herself did not notice, her light body was lightly on the splashing rubble, and she used her strength to dodge the fierce sword, although the Qingshuang Sword was also an ancient spiritual treasure, but the quality and spirit were far inferior to the famous sword of the Huangquan Demon Venerable, and he did not dare to touch it at all, and the previous light blow left an indelible scar on the sword body。

Although the sword of the past is fierce, it has a feeling of sword slashing flowers, and it is difficult to hurt its roots, as if the sound of the wind brought by the flying sword tearing the air is enough to lift her away.

The green frost sword was like a willow branch in his hand, and it kept flicking.

Leave with the sword of the dead, with the power of the sword. The whole person is like a finger of butterflies flying and shuttling among the dazzling flowers, and his swordsmanship is simply brilliant to the extreme, as if he can always see through the flaws in the operation of Yang Jiye's sword, and then use it to escape, the whole process looks terrifying, but there is no danger, Yang Jiye frowned slightly, and he also saw through the origin of the Xuanji Dao, knowing that she is a person from the Emei Sword School, and her swordsmanship is excellent. I am afraid that it will be a little difficult to kill her with a sword, so I can only rely on the difference in strength to kill her, and then she will be able to hide, when the pure yang vitality in her body is exhausted, and when the spirit of the Qingshuang Sword is also exhausted, it just takes time.

However, the sudden appearance of the Xuanji Daoist made him suddenly nervous.

He hid in this deep, complex and dangerous cave, and was still found. Obviously, he has been followed all the way, although this mysterious Taoist is now a fish and meat on the chopping board for him to slaughter, it is only a matter of time before he kills her, but it is very likely that he will kill her without waiting for him. More Daomen minions followed the traces she left behind, and now in this cave, he didn't even have a way back to retreat, and the best hiding place became a big urn to catch turtles in an urn. The only way to resolve this dilemma is to refine the Spring and Autumn Dading and enhance its own strength. Turn the passive into the active, and kill all the people in the Daomen who came to chase and kill him.

Thinking about the stakes clearly, Yang Jiye did not drag the mud and water, and immediately accelerated the process, and the power of the divine soul was like a tide and went towards the Spring and Autumn Dading.

At the same time, he did not slow down the pursuit of the Xuanji Daoist.

Although these straightforward simple moves are difficult to cause substantial damage to the Xuanji Daoist who has reached the peak of swordsmanship, but it is endless, like a tide, even if it is a feather, there will eventually be a time when the Xuanji Daoist is swept into the abyss by the flowing water, the Xuanji Daoist has lasted for a few moments, his clothes are messy, and he has been torn a lot by the sword qi, revealing his curvaceous body, and there are many slash marks of different shades on the Qingshuang Sword, and the vitality in the body is running endlessly, and it is about to approach her limit, her face is flushed, her eyes are scattered, and her light body is like being wet with water, becoming more and more heavy。

The sonic boom is like thunder, and the frost is everywhere!

"Could it be that you are going to die here today!" Xuanji Daoren's face showed a miserable expression, the sword of the past had scarred the Qingshuang sword, and the huge force from the sword made his body feel like it was about to be torn apart.

She also knows that she may not last long, and now the best choice is to leave, Yang Jiye seems to be very concerned about the big tripod in the cave, and will never give up this thing in order to chase and kill herself, but she can stop here, she is also extremely unwilling, she can almost conclude that the dragon vein stone pillar in Puyang City is on this person, otherwise his strength will not recover so quickly, and now let him get this big ding, although I don't know what this big tripod is, but looking at its state, its value is probably not inferior to the dragon vein stone pillar, Yang Jiye will take it as his own, the strength will inevitably advance by leaps and bounds, and now the grudge has been settled, how can he see the enemy gradually become stronger, which is simply equivalent to chronic suicide.

Even if she has Emei Xiaodongtian behind her to rely on, according to Yang Jiye's personality of not daring to kill, she may not dare to leave the mountain gate from now on.

Moreover, letting these two important things fall into the hands of the Demon Path is definitely not a good thing for the entire Righteous Path.

But if you don't leave now, you're dead!

Just when he was difficult to make up his mind about the battle between heaven and man, a warm white light suddenly appeared at the corner of the passage behind him, and the breath was peaceful, not as hot as the scorching sun, just like the clouds in the clear sky, it was the chaotic Xuanji Taoist who was suddenly surprised, and when he turned around, his eyes quickly scanned, and his heart trembled, both joy and hidden anxiety, he never expected that the Qingxuan Daoist would also find the passage, and followed the mark he left behind, all the way to here, his appearance, naturally resolved his own danger, the two sides joined forces, no matter how strong Yang Jiye's strength is, it is impossible to defeat himself。

Not only was his life saved, but the situation was also under control.

But some things are a little entangled, how should he explain to the Qingxuan Daoist why he appeared here, in fact, there is no need to explain, this Qingxuan Daoist is not a stupid person, seeing himself, he can deduce the whole process of the whole thing, what he wants to make is not an explanation, but an explanation, as for whether she made concessions and apologized, or the two sides revealed the matter. Then divide the benefits equally, it depends on who speaks on both sides and who has more weight, of course, this is determined by strength, the Xuanji Daoist is already exhausted, and has the idea of retreating, at this moment, he suddenly saw the Qingxuan Daoist appear, and immediately became extremely fierce, the Qingshuang sword waved, and the frost and snow filled the sky.

The entire cavern was covered in ice, and then collapsed in a fierce sword aura.

The sword was slashed off. Unexpectedly, the sword of the past was shaken back a few feet away, and the frost poured into the place where Yang Jiye's body was just a stone's throw away, and his body was suddenly covered with a layer of fine ice and snow.

His face also became like a blank piece of paper, and he looked extremely dangerous.

"Senior Brother Qingxuan, Yang Jiye has been trapped by me, you and I will join forces to take his life quickly!"

The cold voice of the Xuanji Daoist came suddenly, and the kind of open and secret fighting between the two Zhang Qian, an outsider, was also clear, and this Xuanji Daoist did not pay attention to the rules and shaved food from the mouth of the Qingxuan Dao. As a result, he was trapped in a predicament and couldn't get out, and was discovered by the master of Qingxuan Dao, which should have been an extremely embarrassing scene, if he was a person in the Demon Dao. On this occasion, I am afraid that I have already torn my face and made a big fight, but the Xuanji Daoist did not do anything, but put on a preconceived posture and invited the Qingxuan Daoist to come to help. There was no embarrassment, not even a bit of due surprise, after all, the two appeared suddenly enough. At this speed of change, even Zhang Qian couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

The skin is thick enough, and it has reached a state of returning to the basics.

At the moment when the two appeared, Yang Jiye's eyes burst with cold light, staring at the two of them, he was strong in his senses, close to human immortals, and naturally he could find that the Qingxuan Daoist was a golden jade and was defeated in it, and it was already useless, if he appeared here alone, he would definitely not be so intense, but the Qingxuan Daoist was still followed by the difficult ironclad man, as if the ghost was not gone, and he suddenly had a sense of danger in his heart, but he didn't expect that the Xuanji Daoist in order to increase the bargaining chips for the dialogue with the Qingxuan Daoist, suddenly became difficult, gritted his teeth and gave her a fierce counterattack, caught off guard, was approached by the frost, and the whole body was immediately frozen by the ice, and he was extremely embarrassed。

Yang Jiye's heart was already full of anger.

When Zhang Qian appeared, the heavy resentment brought by the broken arm quietly rose in his heart, and then because of the turmoil, this resentment was further deepened, and it became a blazing anger, and he couldn't wait to drink his blood. Gnawing its flesh, the result was at this juncture and let the Xuanji Taoist come fiercely, but he couldn't hold it back, and struggled violently, just like an angry trapped beast trying to break free from the shackles on his body, the ice condensed on his body suddenly cracked and fell off, but it was too tightly frozen, and this time he actually tore off the skin and flesh on his face together, without a drop of blood spilled, the blood was all crimson ice slag in Dongcheng, and he only saw that Sen Ran's white bones were covered with a layer of transparent red thin ice, which was terrifying!

Yang Jiye doesn't have the ability to heal himself from serious injuries, although the skin and flesh fall off is not fatal, but in the future, his appearance will be like this, which is probably unacceptable to ordinary people.

What's more, this kind of severe pain, which is like a steel knife scraping bones, is also very endurable by very people.

However, Yang Jiye seemed to have no soul, a burst of angry roar came out of his throat, and his gloomy eyes stared at Zhang Qian, wanting to see through the layer of armor that covered people's eyes and ears.

This kind of appearance, in the eyes of Qingxuan Dao people, is like a trapped beast in a desperate situation, but they don't know this "trapped beast" at all How dangerous it is, it's not that he's stupid and careless, the last time Yang Jiye left his field of vision, he just broke an arm, was seriously injured, and couldn't escape, and now he broke into this place, he saw that the Qing Xuanji Taoist was mighty, and a sword forced him into a desperate situation, and injured into this picture of people who are not ghosts or ghosts, obviously the oil is also dry and the lamp is dry, fortunately he came in time, otherwise let the Xuanji Taoist kill him, and fame and fortune will fall into the pockets of others, that is, he worked hard to make a wedding dress for others, how to be willing to fall behind, jump forward, and fly away.

The ink fan unfolded with a bang, and the two white dragons of the divine horses suddenly rushed out of the fan, and their huge bodies almost filled the entire passage.

The wind is surging, and the divine power is fully displayed.

The high sound of the dragon's groan, with the momentum of wind and thunder, slammed towards Yang Jiye!

Now although the pure yang vitality in his body has been restored, but the ink and wash fans are still only a few percent of the power at the beginning of their heyday, although these two white dragons are amazing, but they are only amazing, just to deter the Xuanji Daoist, the destructive power they have is only average, and even a little mediocre, it is not as good as the Xuanji Daoist who gritted his teeth and cut the sword before, and used this false attack to provoke the angry Yang Jiye, the tragic end is already doomed, Zhang Qian shook his head slightly, and also saw that the Qingxuan Daoist was suspected of death, and he wanted to intervene, it can be seen that there is a Xuanji Taoist on the side, so he temporarily extinguished this idea, to protect Qingxuan's life, it is better to leave the Xuanji Daoist。

Qingxuan Dao people will die sooner or later, and it is not easy to control, it is better to borrow Yang Jiye's hand to let him die well.

Yang Jiye was blinded by the two white dragons condensed by clouds, and lost Zhang Qian's whereabouts, the pent-up anger in his heart was ignited in an instant, and his sleeves suddenly shook out, and the sword of the past suddenly let out a melodious clang!

The old long sword trembled violently, as if it was impatient to break free from the invisible silk thread, and flew out to kill people unscrupulously.

Only hovering in the air for a moment, the white dragon had already approached him, and the long sword suddenly roared out, and the huge sword roared like thunder!

Those two lifelike and majestic white dragons were like papier-mâché, and suddenly disintegrated under the sharp edge of the sword of the dead! (To be continued......