In the sky, the dark clouds surged, the condensation became darker and darker, and the red lightning thunder and fire swam between the gaps of the black clouds from time to time, wave after wave, converging towards the center, the frequency became higher and higher, and in an instant, the endless heavenly power pressed down, making the hundreds of thousands of monks on the battlefield in a trance in an instant.

Click!

Thunder fell from the sky, purple thunder with fire, carrying endless heavenly power towards Jing Xuan Zhenren, Jing Xuan Zhenren stepped on the seven stars, completely released the momentum of the peak of the void, palmed the two instruments, and the mixed yuan was instantly struck, and then the peach wood sword came out of the sheath, and indifferently a sword came out again, and it shook the heavens hard!

After the thunder and lightning, Jing Xuan Zhenren stood in the void, standing with his hands in his hands, hunting in black robes, and the peachwood sword was gone.

"Poof!"

For a thousand years, Jing Xuan Zhenren looked at the black cloud above his head and spewed out a mouthful of blood, and laughed sadly.

I don't know when, a crimson red kite flower appeared in the palm, Jing Xuan Zhenren looked at this red kite, his eyes were soft and sad.

Removing the true element of the body protection, the red kite flew in the void, not falling for a long time, and seemed to be looking at the mirror Xuan Zhenren, reluctant to give up.

"I can't forget, I don't dare to forget, maybe that's fine. ”

Ignoring the thunder gathering overhead, Jing Xuanzhen's momentum skyrocketed again, and he actually entered the Void Breaking Realm from the Void Realm in one fell swoop, and then fell to a mound thousands of miles away.

"Run ......"

Before the word escape was finished, the elders of the Huashan faction, Yun Xiye, the heavenly ninja Okamoto, the mysterious black-robed man, and a group of black-clothed ninjas who were hidden under the mound formation, all turned into flying ashes, and when the dust and smoke dissipated, a ravine more than a thousand feet deep appeared here.

After doing this, it was only three breaths of time, glancing at Song Si in the distance, Jing Xuan Zhenren opened his hands and looked up to the sky and smiled, he didn't expect that Kun Xuxing's heavenly punishment would come so strongly, let alone that someone would create his flaws against his weakness.

However, this qiē doesn't matter!

"Hahaha......"

A bucket-thick purple thunderbolt descended violently, annihilating Jing Xuan's real person. The huge Xuanwu phantom in the thunder and lightning appeared, as if it was roaring in the sky, struggling, but one after another purple thunder fell, and the Xuanwu phantom could no longer hold on, and exploded!

In an instant, the earth destroyed the sky and sank, flying sand and rocks, and the Xuanwu Destruction Power carried purple lightning and rushed in all directions, scattering the warbands of all sides. Breaking the Tianshan Martial Cultivation and Ethereal Sword Sect Great Array, it seemed that all the Yiqiē had been annihilated in the whistling black wind.

The Heavenly Desolate Sword Academy's poetry and dream Yu bore the brunt of it, and was hit hard by a trace of purple thunder, and immediately turned into a white sword light, and fled quickly, and at the same time, the black dragon was shattered, and the lord of the demon domain, the dragon, spitted vermilion, and did not dare to stop at all. Retreat with the trend.

The Flower Sword Academy's Hua Luozan was not so lucky, and before he could make a move to resist, he was hit by several purple lightning bolts, and then by an extremely powerful chaotic energy. Killed on the spot, but fortunately, the Yunyi Fairy, who was fortunate to be able to block the move, was hit by another wave of impact, and fled with a heavy blow.

Mu Wangbai and Yuejing, who were fighting fiercely, were a little far away from the center of the explosion, and both of them stopped and fled at the same time. However, the purple thunder and lightning were extremely fast, and they only hit the two of them hard in an instant, and Xiaoxiao Hanshuang and Jingming, who fought with Shao Qing, were not so lucky. Weaker and badly battered, they were unable to resist at all, and fell in the impact of the terrorist explosion.

Li Yuncong and Jun Wanchao were also hit hard, and they fled one after another, and suddenly a purple electric light hit Li Yuncong during the escape, fixing him in the void, and then was annihilated by the impact of the rolling explosion.

Feng Yasong and Zhen Wuru had the farthest battlefield and fled the fastest, but they didn't suffer any injuries and survived.

At the moment when the disaster was about to happen, Song Si and Situ Chuxia very tacitly turned into sword light and fled quickly, one protected the body with the void sword qi, and the other relied on the divine sword to protect the master, and escaped from the near death, but the injuries in the body were too serious to be serious.

Song Si, who was thousands of miles after the speed of the sword, only felt that his qi was exhausted, and he fell straight into a mountain forest, covered by the remnants of snow falling from the trees, and there was no sound.

The most unlucky thing is probably the military formation of Wu Xiu and the Ethereal Sword Sect, which has endured nearly sixty percent of the explosive power, and within the Ethereal Sword Sect, thirty of the sixty-four deacons who presided over the sword formation directly exploded and died, including Xia Aoxue, the first deacon who presided over the center of the array.

The sword array exploded, and the terrifying Heavenly Punishment Aftermath instantly impacted, and with just one breath, more than 13,000 Ethereal Sword Sect disciples and nearly 50,000 allied monks of various factions in the Northern Cold Region turned into flying ashes.

"Dut!" In order to protect Lin Xi and Lu Hanying, Mo Lixi and Dyed Hongchen spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time, standing on the formation and staggering.

Even more tragic is probably the side of Wu Xiu, more than 9,000 of the more than 36,000 Wu Xiu are still alive, and I am afraid that more than 2,000 of these 9,000 people will die of their injuries.

Miserable! Miserable!

No one expected that this battle would be such a result, An Moyan, the deacon of Frost City on the first floor, walked on a messy scorched earth with a broken peach blossom branch, looking at the stumps of Wu Xiu's corpses scattered everywhere, as well as the eyes with sadness and hatred in their eyes, even if they were as cold-blooded as her, they couldn't help but be shaken.

The realm of the three voids of martial cultivation, heavenly punishment, would happen like this, she didn't know, she didn't know it on the first floor, no one expected such a thing to happen.

Looking up from afar, I saw that after the impact of heavenly punishment, an abyss with a radius of more than 2,000 miles separated the two sides, and Mo Lixi, who was white-clothed and blood-stained on the opposite side, looked directly over.

"The first floor must make an explanation for today's events, otherwise the Ethereal Sword Sect and the first floor will not die!" Mo Lixi said a voice, and the voice spread all over the radius, even the Flying Snow City monks who had been shocked by the impact of the Heavenly Punishment Aftermath could hear it clearly.

"Poof!" An Moyan spewed out a mouthful of blood and smiled miserably, explain?

According to the plan of the deputy building master, lead the big battle between the Ethereal Sword Sect and Wu Xiu, and then let Song Si participate in it, break through to the Yuan Infant Stage through the battlefield, and then accumulate enough combat experience, and then return to the Sword Domain to participate in the sword trial ceremony.

It is estimated that this war in the Northern Cold Region can be fought for at least two years, but the plan succeeded, Song Si broke through to the sword infancy, and at the same time, the plan failed, because the appearance of heavenly punishment almost ruined, and it was still a big question whether Song Si could survive.

"Ha, do you explain? I'll explain it to you, who will explain it to me?" An Moyan vomited blood and retreated, and Killer Twelve urgently appeared behind her, holding the crumbling deacon.

"Hahaha, what a first floor, what an An Moyan!" Mo Lixi suppressed the injuries in his body, and the sword broke through the air, ignoring the residual breath of heavenly punishment left in the battlefield, crossing the abyss, and threatening the sky above An Moyan: "For my Sword Sect disciple, kill you!"

"Stand down!" An Moyan shook the broken peach blossom branch, and retreated from the killer who wanted to step forward: "Report the matter here to the deputy landlord and find out who it is?"

"Are you still going to act like a fool now?" Mo Lixi in the void spat out another mouthful of blood, furious.

"Stand down!" The peach blossom branch in An Moyan's hand trembled, and Killer Twelve stared at this familiar back, then trembled, and then turned into a phantom and dissipated.

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

A flick of the peach blossom branch, the remaining three peach blossoms bloom, crystal clear, delicate, faint and dark fragrance wafting out, on behalf of the flower owner has appeared.

The seriously injured Yun Yi Fairy, Long Yinfeng, Yuejing, and Jun Wanchao watched this newly opened battlefield from a distance, and the only Confucian famous Feng Yasong, who was only slightly injured, just stood aside, calmly watching, without the slightest intention of making a move.

The occurrence of this great war in the Northern Cold Regions was indispensable to the impetus of the first floor, but did they think about it again, if there was no arrangement on the first floor, would the Tianshan faction still be able to store in the Northern Cold Domain? Maybe they thought about it, maybe they didn't, but this qiē didn't matter.

Because whether it is the Ethereal Sword Sect or the Martial Cultivators, they all need an explanation, as for Song Si, the kindness has been repaid, and after today, they no longer owe him anything.

"The current cultivation realm only knows that the Ethereal Sword Sect of the Northern Cold Region is the first sword sect outside the Sword Domain, but they don't understand why, maybe you only remember the Ethereal Nine Swords, but you don't know that the Ethereal Sword Sect has twelve swords. Mo Lixi looked at An Moyan and said slowly: "Perhaps, you have forgotten the twelve ethereal swords on the first floor." ”

"Heh, the Twelve Ethereal Swords, 30,000 years have passed, and they really appeared!" An Moyan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and the peach blossoms all over his body were colorful, and he looked unbearable, "Originally, when you were using the Ethereal Sword Eight, or even the Ethereal Sword Nine, I had a guess, but I didn't expect it to be true, as the deacon of Frost City on the first floor, it was not in vain to be able to witness the Mo Sect Master's Sword Nine." ”

The Ethereal Sword Sect established a sect rule 30,000 years ago, and among the disciples of the sect who can practice any of the three swords above the Ethereal Nine Swords, they can become the deputy sect master of the Ethereal Sword Sect.

It's just that for 20,000 years, no one in the Ethereal Sword Sect has been able to practice the sword moves after the Nine Swords, and the Cultivation Realm has gradually forgotten the Ethereal Twelve Swords, so that this Ethereal Sword Sect rule has been hanging in the air.

"You can see a few swords, but it's up to you to do it. Mo Lixi's sword pointed at him, the white clothes flew, the flying sword swept the cold light, and the immortals in the void could be vaguely seen gathering and making a pilgrimage.

"Ethereal, Sword Ten!"

With a soft drink, the white light on the flying sword shone, the mist was swirling, and Mo Lixi showed the posture of a fairy, as if she had long been a member of the fairy, a sword and an immortal, coming down to earth, so that people only looked up and feared, and did not have a little resistance.

Looking up at the fairy sword, An Moyan's eyes were clear.

"Oh, what about immortals? When I live on the streets, where are the immortals? When I am hungry, where are the immortals? When I am dying of cold, where are the immortals? It's all illusory!"

The memories of childhood floated by one after another, and finally froze on the warm hand stretched out by the deputy landlord Kai Biluo, she will always remember, perhaps, this is the fairy in her heart.

A sword of dark incense, the rain of flowers is colorful, the sword rays in the void shoot in all directions, when the brilliance is gone, the rain of flowers is scattered, An Moyan floats to the ground, calmly glances at the sky, and reaches out to catch a newly fallen snowflake, which is crystal cold.

Hehe, it's snowing again...... (To be continued......)