"The peach blossoms on Mo are blooming, and the dark fragrance does not leave a trace. ”

Song Si stared intently at the peach blossom branch in An Moyan's hand, and remembered that Kai Biluo gave him the deacon of the thirty-six cities on the first floor to contact the jade jian, and the explanation after the short poem was: An Moyan, the deacon of Frost City, if one flower blooms, one person will be killed;

"Huh. An Moyan stared at Song Si's eyes, smiled demonically, and considering the order of the deputy landlord, he slowly pressed the peach blossom branch, and said coldly: "You have to contribute to the overall situation, you can! I will give you a task now, go to Flying Snow City, and give this jade slip to the killer Young, you will know what to do next." ”

An Moyan threw out a jade slip and threw it to Song Si, and then turned into the inner hall to rest without looking back, her injuries had not yet recovered, and what she didn't expect was that when Song Si completely sank into the realm of selfless sword intent, she actually triggered the ethereal sword qi in her body that had been suppressed for several days, and was almost seriously injured again.

Taking the jade slip, Song Si pressed the doubts in his heart, and watched An Mo's cigarette butt turn into the inner hall without looking back.

Killer Twelve turned his head and glanced at Song Si, and followed An Moyan away.

"Song Zhenren, the Tianshan Mountains are going to Flying Snow City, which is thousands of miles away, I am afraid that there will be an Ethereal Sword Sect to intercept it, do you want us to help you one or two. The heroes of Yuntian Pavilion said with their fists clenched together, and the heroes behind him responded, preparing to escort Song Si to Flying Snow City.

"Thank you, the poor Dao is also a sword cultivator, and the speed of the sword is not weaker than that of the people of the Ethereal Sword Sect, and it is more difficult for them to intercept it, so you can rest assured, this task can be handed over to the poor Dao alone!"

Without waiting for everyone to say anything more, Song Si turned into a sword light and left through the air.

After leaving the Tianshan Mountains, Song Si unexpectedly found that the outside world was frosty, and the sky was even more cold. The frozen soul made him have to drop his altitude again and again, and finally he could only fly at an altitude of more than 2,000 meters above the ground.

Tianshan Mountain is more than 10,000 miles away from Flying Snow City, and according to Song Si's current sword speed, it will take three or four hours to arrive, plus there are masters of the Ethereal Sword Sect ambushing on the way, so this journey is not easy to walk. However, Song Si instinctively felt that the jade slip handed over to him by An Moyan was very important and had to be sent to Flying Snow City as soon as possible, so he barely did any disguise during the gallop.

"Yuan Infant Stage Sword Cultivator, who is this?" Xia Aoxue, a deacon of the Ethereal Sword Sect who was standing under a remote mountain cliff, saw the sword light galloping high in the air. Amazed very much.

The sword galloped at an altitude of more than two thousand meters, which was almost flying against the extreme freezing and cold current of the Northern Cold Domain, which could be said to be extremely dangerous, that is, ordinary Yuan Infant Cultivators would not dare to take such a risk, but this Sword Cultivator dared to do so. It was really arrogant and domineering, if he knew that this person had intended to fly thousands of miles in the air. Or maybe this person is Song Si's words. I don't know what he's going to think.

Song Si never thought that the arrogant flight without the slightest concealment actually caused the deacon of the Ethereal Sword Sect who ambushed Wu Xiu to have a misunderstanding, thinking that he was a certain Yuan Infant Sword Cultivator in the cultivation realm, and some of them were just in awe, so how could they have any thoughts of interception.

The road without trouble is always very smooth, just when Song thought about a hilly place. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the sword below, and suddenly there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart, as if he had encountered this sword somewhere, a sword that wanted to kill him.

Song Si turned into the shape of flying snow with the sword light of the body protector. Hovering in the void, concentrating on observing who is fighting, if it is Wu Xiu who is ambushed by the Ethereal Sword Sect, he will be obliged to give the Ethereal Sword Sect master a few swords behind his back, and there is no need for the people of the Ethereal Sword Sect to express his gratitude.

The people facing each other in the mountains were Jing Xuan Zhenren and Jingye Melancholy and the five newly arrived deacons of the Ethereal Sword Sect, as well as Situ Chuxia and Ying Yi, while Qin Muyun was placed aside and guarded by a formation to avoid being affected.

Two hours ago, after Jing Xuan Zhenren killed many disciples of the Ethereal Sword Sect, he was about to kill Jingye Melancholy and Qin Muyun with one palm, but at the last moment, he was slashed by Situ Chuxia, who suddenly appeared, with the divine sword that opened the second strike, like a palm falling from the sky on the Yellow River.

However, due to the gap in the foundation of the realm, Situ Chuxia's sword almost exhausted his seventh-layer true yuan, and in an emergency, he could only save Jingye melancholy and Qin Muyun, and began to flee, and after escaping for a distance, the four of them finally waited for the rescue of the other deacons of the Ethereal Sword Sect.

"True martial arts!" Jing Xuan Zhenren sensed that there was another sword cultivation master in the void, and he didn't dare to hold it up, so he immediately raised the true yuan, absorbed the vitality of heaven and earth, and reproduced the true martial arts phantom, shook the sky with a palm, stirred up ten thousand snow waves, and suddenly bombarded the seven people opposite.

"Formation!"

Tang Jun, the deacon of the Ethereal Sword Sect who was the leader, shouted in awe, his body turned, and the other five people responded at the same time, standing on their respective sword formation nodes, and the array was presided over by Ye Yao, the white-clothed female deacon who had the highest cultivation among the six.

After Ye Yao's main formation, she felt that the six true elements were connected, and the vastness was like the ocean of the North Sea, and the power of the flying sword in her hand had directly increased by hundreds of times, but this sword formation seemed to have some flaws, which made her feel frightened. But Jing Xuan Zhenren obviously didn't give Ye Yao a chance to investigate the defects of the sword array, and the critical palm made her make the most direct counterattack.

One sword pointed to the sky, five swords corresponded, and a little sword suddenly appeared at the intersection of the six swords, sharp and dazzling, as Ye Yao played the Xuanqi array seal, a steady stream of true yuan was transported out of the six people's bodies, and the sword array was fused on the sword.

The brilliance flashed, ten thousand swords roared in unison, and the sword turned into a giant of ten zhang, and at the same time attracted Wan Xue to turn into a sword, and met the heaven-shaking palm of Jing Xuan Zhenren.

Extreme moves hit each other, shaking the heavens and the earth, and the ten-zhang sword mangs melted like snow under the breath of Zhenwu, but in the blink of an eye, they were dissolved by six zhang, until the sword was only three zhang long, and the Zhenwu Qi slowed down slightly, so that Ye Yao's mind was a little calm.

However, Jing Ye, who presided over one of the important nodes of the sword array, was melancholy because he was not only seriously injured in the previous battle with Jing Xuan Zhenren, but also had a huge consumption of true yuan, and now he had to maintain the operation of the sword formation, which made the consumption of true yuan in his body intensify again, and even tend to be depleted.

Ye Yao frowned, the mirror Xuan Zhenren on the opposite side was too terrifying, if the sword formation was broken, how could they resist it?

"Mixed Yuan One Qi!" Jing Xuan Zhenren did not finish his palm, rose again with one palm, stepped on the gang, hugged the circle with both hands, and the yin and yang pisces gradually shrank between his palms, and finally turned into a misty chaotic qi, and condensed the palm again!

Ye Yao knew that the quiet night was in danger, so he could only extract more true yuan from the other four colleagues, integrate it into the sword formation, and while maintaining the three-zhang sword mang, he gathered the three swords and shot first.

Situ Chuxia, who was outside the formation, threw a pill into his mouth, gritted his teeth and lifted the divine sword in his hand, following the sword intent move in the depths of the sea of consciousness, and did his best to imitate a sword and cut down.

Burst!

The sword qi was not released, but Situ Chuxia trembled all over, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and the true yuan of the whole body seemed to be evacuated, and he was very fortunate that this sword was finally cut out.

As soon as the Excalibur slashed, without making any sword roar, the falling snow was silently split in half by the sword and continued to fall.

Situ Chuxia trembled, lifted the divine sword, took a few steps back, and immediately knelt on the sword, bleeding from the seven orifices.

Drops of blood fell on the snow, converging into a small pool of snow blood, and Ying Yi was inexplicably shocked when he saw it, what kind of sword move can make people hurt themselves like this. What surprised Ying Yi even more was that the side face of Situ Chuxia, who had collapsed all over his body, turned as withered as wood in an instant, but the white and delicate skin like a newborn baby could be faintly visible under the broken skin.

Dough, disguise, Situ early summer secret?

Ying Yi's mind changed hundreds of times in an instant, and he inadvertently revealed a trace of killing intent, but fortunately, Situ Chuxia, who was over-consumed by Zhenyuan, didn't notice it.

The ethereal sword qi that encountered the chaos of the yuan qi almost lasted for a breath before it was dissipated, and then the residual power continued to bombard.

Suddenly, a transparent sword mark slashed towards the mixed yuan qi, the drift of this sword mark seemed to be a little difficult, a little sluggish, after insisting on three breaths, it finally crossed with difficulty, and the mixed yuan qi was also at this time, instantly divided into two points, shooting to the snow on the left and right sides respectively, blowing up two hundred-zhang deep pits.

A trace of dangerous thought came out of his heart, Jing Xuan Zhenren simulated the trajectory of the strange sword mark in the sea of knowledge, and then the true yuan was shocked, and the peach wood sword behind him was unsheathed for the first time, and fell in the palm, the sword was divided into two instruments, and a little sword mark floated into the void.

In just an instant, Jing Xuan Zhenren suddenly felt a shock in his internal organs, and the flying snow around him was shot out by the invisible energy.

The sword in the left hand pointed at the yin and yang, and the point was on the handle of the peachwood sword, and then the yin and yang could be rotated, and it landed on the tip of the peachwood sword, exploding a huge sword explosion, shocking the soul.

Jing Xuan Zhenren snorted, his hair was public, he immediately made a decision, stepped on the void, the afterimage broke through, retreated to a hundred zhang away, and looked at the ethereal Sword Sect people opposite with a slightly gloomy face.

The blocked true yuan rushed out, blowing up the snow, the peach wood sword in Jing Xuanzhen's hand turned into powder and fell at this moment, a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, extremely salty, he didn't expect such a young boy to be able to hurt him.

After all, they underestimate their opponents, but no matter what, for the sake of the revenge of their junior brothers, these people can't let go!

Jing Xuan Zhenren turned around and looked at the void where Song Si was hidden, the meaning was very simple, the person who hid his head and tail, you should appear!

"The destiny of life and death is nameless, and the cold light is against the times. Holding a purple jade lantern in his hand, the black-robed Demon Dao cultivator Mu Weiming looked at the people present coldly, and descended leisurely.

"Poof!"

Pulled by Mu Weiming's cold lantern trick, the extremely freezing cold current in the sky fell, the temperature on the surface plummeted, and the seriously injured silent night melancholy could no longer support it, fainted on the spot, lost one person, the sword formation of the six deacons of the Ethereal Sword Sect broke instantly, the three zhang sword light dissipated, and the true martial arts fell instantly, knocking the six people away.

"Ying Yi, it's been a long time! Is it okay for the thief god cloud to wake up from a dream?" Mu Weiming didn't ask the mirror Xuan Zhenren on the side, and directly locked on Ying Yi who was hiding on the side of Situ Chuxia.

"Mu Weiming!!" Facing the cold Mu Weiming, Yingyi broke out in a cold sweat, regressed step by step, and the hidden killing intent dissipated without a trace, so he could only scold angrily in his heart: "Nima's Situ early summer, quickly recover fù! Another sword! Save the master's life......" (to be continued......