How to escape? Ying Yi was in a cold sweat, at this moment, his hidden killing intent towards Situ Chuxia had already been thrown out of the clouds, but he hoped that Situ Chuxia could do his best to restore the true yuan and swing the sword just now at Mu Weiming, he didn't believe that Mu Weiming could escape with the strength of Jingxuan Zhenren.

However, at least the current Situ Chuxia can stand up again, be able to swing a sword, or let Situ Chuxia hand over the sword to him.

Ying Yi stared at Mu Weiming's eyes, feeling more and more cold, extremely cold, as if this space would be frozen forever under the cold ice of ten thousand years.

"Mu Weiming, don't come here! It was the thief god Yun who woke up to kill you at the beginning, and then I helped you kill him, you shouldn't have killed me!" Ying Yi took a few steps backwards and looked at Mu Weiming in horror, for fear that he would be killed in seconds in the next moment.

The air around him was too thin and too cold, and his poisonous skills could not be used at all in this environment, and he had no chance of winning against Mu Weiming, who had the best time and place. At the moment, there is only one way for Yingyi, and that is to stall for time!

Silent Night Melancholy was just able to attract the support of other deacons of the Ethereal Sword Sect, so these defeated deacons could also call in for help without the opponent noticing, and then he would have his life to escape.

However, seeing Mu Weiming coming over step by step, Ying Yi suddenly panicked, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Mu Weiming, don't come here! I know a lot of secrets, and these secrets are sure to have what you need. ”

"Oh? secret. Mu Weiming stopped, glanced at Situ Chuxia, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and said coldly: "What secret? Say one or two to prove that you have the value of living." ”

Just as Yingyi was about to answer, an exclamation was heard in the distance.

"Deacon Ge, Deacon Lin!"

Ye Yao struggled to stand up, and saw the two deacons, Ge and Lin, lying in the wind and snow covered in blood, without a trace of life. couldn't help but be very angry, and the remaining four deacons, Jingye melancholy, Tang Junjue, Hua Mowen, and Jingdu, were all severely injured, spurting blood from their mouths, standing unsteadily, and fighting again.

Feeling the rapidly dropping temperature around him, Jing Xuan Zhenren was a little surprised, this young Taoist with a lantern could actually trigger an extremely cold current, no wonder he could travel quickly in the air, but when he flew, he obviously used sword qi, but his weapon was a purple jade cold lamp. He was a little puzzled.

However, since Mu Weiming was not on the side of the Ethereal Sword Sect, Jing Xuan Zhenren no longer took more precautions, and immediately gathered his mind and prepared to deal with these enemies in front of him.

Sink down and drink. Mirror Xuan Zhenren's palms are used to contain the vitality of heaven and earth. The wind and snow suddenly stirred between heaven and earth. The air flow was swirling, and even the extremely freezing cold current that Mu Weiming led down from the high altitude was divided into one or two percent.

The palm has not yet been released, and the terrifying power has taken the soul by three points!

Deacon Ye Yao clenched the flying sword in his hand, and when he saw such a scene, he was desperate!

"Ethereal, Sword Four!"

At this moment, Li Yuncong, the deputy master of the Yunshuang Sword Academy, crossed the sky. Seeing that everyone was in danger, the sword qi was pierced through the clouds, and the mirror Xuanzhen Wudang was masterful.

"Mixed Yuan Zhenggang!"

Gang step by step. Jing Xuan Zhenren hugged the yuan double palm launched in an instant, thunder palm strength, fusion of yin and yang of all things, containing the indestructible heaven and earth Gangqi, splitting the ground, majestic and powerful impact on the Quartet!

Extreme moves hit each other, palm strength sword qi burst out in all directions, Jing Xuan Zhenren turned his palm to dissipate the remaining strength of the ethereal sword qi, snorted coldly, and took three steps back, and Mu Weiming, who was originally going to kill Ying Yi, also had to palm the bamboo pole of the lantern, and the cold lamp purple light burst out in an instant, blocking the strength of the strong impact, and then shifted his shape and changed his shadow, far away.

Li Yuncong snorted in the air, but he was shocked back dozens of feet, and fell down, and the true yuan in his body was churning, and he was uneasy for a while.

The most miserable thing is probably the six deacons, the remaining strength of Mixed Yuan Zhenggang penetrated the sword qi, and once again hit the six people who were seriously injured, knocking the six people away, Ye Yao and Jingye melancholy The two fell to the snow covered in blood, holding the sword and fainting, Tang Junjue, Hua Mowen, and Jingdu The three deacons exploded directly and died, and even Jin Dan could not escape.

As for Qin Muyun, who was hiding in the formation arranged by several deacons, he didn't even have time to open his eyes, and he was killed by the energy of Chaoyuan Zhenggang.

Situ Chuxia, who was half-kneeling in the snow, didn't dare to stay for a moment, and when Jing Xuan Zhenren's palm was not strong, he waved his sleeves extremely quickly to cover his face, and then lifted the divine sword, retreated in an instant, stopped his body a hundred zhang away, and stood according to the sword.

The strange thing is that Ying Yi, who was knocked away by Chaoyuan Zhenggang, did not know how to survive, but he was very wolf at the moment, lying on his back in the snow with seven holes bleeding, lying next to Situ Chuxia's divine sword.

"Poof!"

Ying Yi spurted blood from his mouth and nose, struggled to stand up, and asked Situ Chuxia to shelter him, but when he saw Situ Chuxia's peerless and beautiful face, his expression was stunned, and then he remembered something, how could Situ Chuxia suppress the injury so quickly?

Her face, though very similar to the bewitching beauty of the past, was still different, and it was completely different from the delicate skin he had seen before, which was still not his original face.

Is he her, or is she him?

Ying Yi looked at Situ Chuxia's eyes, and suddenly he was terrified, because he saw the killing intent in Situ Chuxia's eyes.

"Want the power of the entire Nine Kingdoms Cultivation Alliance?" Situ Chuxia raised his sword, stepped on Ying Yi's chest, and asked with a smile coughing up blood.

Ying Yi was suddenly terrified, and wanted to argue a few words and cheat his life, but he was trampled on his chest, and there was too much blood in his throat, so that he couldn't say a word.

To put it mildly, with a flick of the sword, Ying Yi's left arm was removed, and the blood stained five feet of snow.

"It's really dirty with this pure snow. Situ Chuxia said with a smile, and the sword was raised, and without waiting for Ying Yi to struggle, he removed his right arm: "You want me to be used by you?"

Losing his arms, even though the air around him was as cold as ten thousand years of frost, it only took a few breaths to freeze his wounds, but the invasion of sword qi and cold qi made the pain he endured several times more.

"Woo woo woo ......" Ying Yi had tears in her eyes, vomiting blood and whimpering, wanting to ask for mercy, or wanting a pleasure?

But what does this have to do with Situ Chuxia? He didn't care, looking at Ying Yi, who was in pain, but was a little inexplicably excited.

Suddenly, an extremely cold and freezing air spread around, freezing the hot blood and freezing the air. Situ Chuxia glanced up at Mu Weiming, and Mu Weiming replied with a cold smile: "Ben Dao thinks that in this way, he can experience more wonderful happiness." ”

Patting the wound on Ying Yi's shoulders that was almost frozen into ice with his sword, making Ying Yi howl in pain, Situ Chuxia saw this reaction, nodded with satisfaction, and thanked Mu Weiming.

"Want the sword in my hand?" The sword slashed, and Situ Chuxia shaved off Yingyi's left leg.

Without waiting for the terrible screams to be heard, Situ Chuxia continued to ask, "You want me to save your life?"

With a sweep of the divine sword, Ying Yi's right leg flew out three feet. Blood spilled all over the ground, freezing in an instant.

"Ah!!......" screamed in horror, and the sound spread thousands of miles.

Pain, pain, pain, indescribable pain! Ying Yi finally spurted out the blocked blood in his throat, but the pain made him almost lose the ability to speak.

"Ahem..."Situ Chuxia coughed lightly a few times, and retracted the foot that stepped on Yingyi's chest with his sword. Staring at the last trace of decisive killing intent in Ying Yi's eyes, he couldn't help but sneer: "Do you want to use poison? A sword pierced into Yingyi's eyebrows. "Then let's die. ”

Situ Chuxia drew out the divine sword, listened to the aftermath of the last scream, took a few steps back, coughed up blood and sneered.

Mu Weiming saw that Yingyi was dead, and glanced at Situ Chuxia. showed a look of appreciation, then withdrew the extremely cold and frozen air, and continued to watch the confrontation between Li Yuncong and Jing Xuanzhen.

"It's really a demonic path cultivator. Jing Xuan Zhenren judged Mu Weiming in his heart, and Li Yuncong on the opposite side frowned. was a little more vigilant about Mu Weiming, which made him even more sure that Mu Weiming was just a passing Demon Dao cultivator, and even more coincidentally, he had some trouble with the people from the Ethereal Sword Sect, so that his previous rude behavior towards Mu Weiming became a secondary matter.

However, Situ Chuxia's killing of Ying Yi made Mu Weiming a little appreciated, which made it a little troublesome. In addition, Mu Weiming's strength is still below him, and he should not conflict with him because of the previous events.

But what Jing Xuan Zhenren didn't know was that Mu Weiming was appreciative on his face, but he was actually puzzled, Situ Chuxia's name and Situ Chuxia's sword were very similar to the Dao robbery sword cultivator he met in Yuxuan City in the Sword Domain, so I don't know if it was the same person, if so, it would be really strange.

The flying sword under his palm was suspended, and the sword was swallowed, Li Yuncong calmed the turbulent true yuan in his body, and in the face of the mirror Xuan Zhenren whose strength did not know the depth, he increased his confidence. However, due to the fact that the Demon Dao Cultivator who was unknown to him was on his side, he had to be distracted a little, and the several major demon sects that existed in the Northern Cold Region in the past were all destroyed by his Ethereal Sword Sect.

In addition, there are two seriously injured and faint deacons on the side, if they fight with Jing Xuan Zhenren again, it will inevitably be in danger of the lives of the two people, so that the gains will inevitably outweigh the losses.

Li Yuncong concentrated on Jingxuan Zhenren, and as soon as Zhenyuan mentioned it, he immediately made a decision.

"Whew!"

The flying sword swirled, breaking through the air and roaring for thousands of miles, and the sword intent was sublimated, rushing straight into the black clouds, Li Yuncong actually planned to ignore the lives of the two deacons who were melancholy in the quiet night and Ye Yao, and cast a stronger town faction style, ready to hit the enemy in front of him with a sword!

"Ethereal, Sword Seven!"

The human sword is one, the sword is nine feet, breaking through the sky and the clouds, and the snow is raised, only to see Li Yuncong holding the sword and turning into an ethereal and uncertain sword light that pierces the eyebrows of Xuan Zhenren in the mirror.

En, Jing Xuanzhen's expression froze, and he guessed seven or eight points about the power of this sword style in his heart, and he didn't dare to be rash, and immediately condensed the snow into a sword, a three-foot ice front, and a cold light.

"Indifferent sword!"

A sword was handed out, very slowly, plain, and seemingly no different from ordinary swordsmanship, and it seemed to imply thousands of swordsmanship.

"If Dacheng is missing, it is useless. If the big profit is rushing, its use is endless. If you are straight, if you are clumsy, if you are clumsy, if you are arguing. "This is an ordinary sword that contains an infinite avenue, and it is also a sword of humanity.

Mu Weiming stared carefully at the sword of Jingxuan Zhenren, and couldn't help but think of what Lao Tzu said in the Tao Te Ching, and his heart suddenly resonated, a green lotus in the sea of dantian qi took shape, bloomed a petal, and the sword intent of the green lotus rushed straight into the black clouds, adding a color to the snowy world.

"Qinglian Sword Intent, it's you!" Three more rays of light and shadow shot out, exploding snow, and the three Daoists who appeared stared at Mu Weiming, who had broken through the Sword Realm, and their killing intent was churning. (To be continued......)