In the early stage of the Yuan Infant, a sword exchange, in the wind and snow, Song Si was shocked back for a hundred miles, and he had an understanding of the strength of this ethereal sword sect deacon in his heart.

There was a hint of surprise in Deacon Bai's eyes, the sword cultivator who was only around the Jindan stage could actually take his first sword, and his strength was not weak, so I don't know if he could take his second sword?

The surprise was not over, but he saw Song Si stabbing out with a sword, sweeping up a thousand sword shadows, as if it were real, endless, and attacked in front of Deacon Bai in an instant. Deacon Bai's heart trembled, and after shooting out a sword palm, he instantly withdrew and retreated, and at the same time, with a sword finger, the flying sword returned, turning frost into a sword, blocking the long sword shadow.

For a while, the wind and snow in the sky were like swords, and the sound of sword qi clashing was endless, and the figures of the two people in the snow were difficult to find.

Just when Deacon Bai thought that he was blocking Song Si's attack, he stabbed the snow silently, handed it out from his left shoulder, and slashed down. Deacon Bai's heart was shocked, he pulled out his sword finger, and flicked it hundreds of times on Zi Yao's sword in an instant, but when he heard a buzzing sound, Song Si's wrist flicked, and Zi Yaofei's sword came out of his hand.

Song Si snorted, as if he couldn't care about Zi Yao's flying sword, and fled away.

Deacon Bai wanted to take advantage of the situation to sneak attack, but he didn't intend to hit the sword first, the blood on his left arm was like an infusion, and the strange sword qi rushed into the tendons, invading along the veins towards the shoulders and chest, constantly consuming his sword element mana, and it couldn't be dispersed in a short time, so that when Deacon Bai ran the sword element, the stagnation was not smooth, and he had to retreat again.

After the two separated for a distance, the figure was not gone by the heavy snow, Song Si sneered, the sword finger condensed the qi, and wiped it on his right arm, dissolving the pain caused by the white deacon's sword shock, and at the same time quickly calming down the chaos of the sword yuan in the tendons and veins of the right arm.

With a quick lead, Zi Yao returned, and Song Si dispersed his selfless sword intent, completely melting his aura and body into the blizzard.

Heaven and man are one, no self and no sword. Void Sword Unintentional!

The goose feathers and heavy snow were suddenly attracted by Song Si's selfless sword intent, it seemed that every snowflake had become the embodiment of Song Si's sword intent, and they were not Song Si, but the most terrifying thing was that every snowflake was invisibly transformed into a mini version of the Ziyao sword shape, the cold light was starry, and the sword snow was endless.

Wrong!

The divine consciousness suddenly lost the trace of Song Si, and Deacon Bai scolded in his heart, and every snowflake in front of him turned into a purple sword shape, endless. How did he not know that Song Si had entered the unity of heaven and man. The realm of sword intent in the realm of selflessness is not at all like the strength that a Jindan stage sword cultivator should have.

Suddenly, Deacon Bai's pupils shrank, and he thought of an extremely terrifying vein that was circulated in sword cultivation, a pure sword cultivation vein.

In their opinion. Cultivating the Yuan Shen into a divine sword instead of a Yuan Infant is completely incomprehensible madness. Because this kind of sword cultivation is not only cultivated in ordinary times, but it will also be very difficult to enter the realm. In the future, we will also encounter an even more terrible catastrophe.

Pure sword cultivation is crazy and conceited, and the inheritance is very small, and when crossing the tribulation of the Flying Immortals, it is difficult to have a lifetime of ten deaths, so that they are becoming fewer and fewer in the cultivation realm, and now they only hear that the three pavilion masters of the sword domain are pure sword cultivators. Nothing else.

Unexpectedly, in this small group of Tianshan Sect, the deacon of his Ethereal Sword Sect, Cabbage, would be lucky enough to meet a pure sword cultivator, and guessed the strength he learned from the hand-to-hand moves. Song Si should still be in the Sword Fetal Realm, so he will outwardly show the aura of a Jindan Stage cultivator.

If Song Si had already reached the sword infancy stage, I am afraid that it would be difficult for him to escape for his life in the first place.

The snow sword swirled wildly, attacking and killing, Deacon Bai knew it in his heart, and temporarily suppressed the strange sword qi in his body in a hole, and then the breath sank, the sword yuan rolled, and entered the flying sword, and the snow-colored nine-foot sword light reappeared, and in an instant, the frost and cold sword momentum swept out, retreating from Song Si's sword-shaped snowflake.

"Sword Transformation Frost Linwuyue!"

A sword pointed to the sky, the flying snow condensed and frosted into a sword, and countless flying swords came into being neatly around the cabbage, expanding, and constantly smashing the sword-shaped snowflakes that intended to invade.

Rise!

The corners of Deacon Bai's mouth were bleeding, and he had only learned seven or eight points of this sword in Zhenzong's peerless learning, and he couldn't fully master it, but he didn't expect that there was a slight difference in the operation of the sword yuan because of the suppression of Song Si's strange sword qi guide, so that he suffered a lot of backlash.

But he couldn't stop, because once he stopped, he would be completely devoured by this sword and destroy the foundation of his cultivation.

Pro!

Deacon Bai gathered the sword momentum in his hand, and finally raised the increasingly large frost and cold sword to a certain height, the sword intent was awe-inspiring, and the heaven and earth were slaughtered, forcing the mountains and rivers of Wuyue.

Chop!

The frost and cold sword that was more than thirty zhang long slashed towards the sword-shaped snowflake area, causing the ten thousand snow swords to fall at the same time, no matter where you Song Si hid, you would not be able to escape this sword.

Thousands of Song Si's figures suddenly appeared, rushed out, condensed into one, and turned into a sword ray more than three zhang long and slashed out in an instant, after breaking through thousands of snow swords, they were shattered by the huge frost and cold sword rays, and after Song Si spurted out a mouthful of blood, it turned into countless snowflakes and dissipated into the void almost at the same time.

Deacon Bai was not surprised or pleased, he could see that Song Si must have been seriously injured, and hiding in the snow would be effective? If it weren't for the pain now, he would have to show a hint of sarcasm at all, so as to highlight his image as a master of swordsmanship.

Concentrating, the blood from the corners of Deacon Bai's mouth continued to overflow, and he struggled to control the frost and cold sword rays to continue to slash downward, and countless snow swords followed, with a terrifying momentum.

For a while, the sword shattered the mountains and rivers of Wuyue, and the sword-shaped snowflakes in the hundred-mile area were almost completely smashed, turning into countless frost and cold gases, blending into the air, and Song Si, who was seriously injured and helpless, was also forced out of shape at this moment and appeared in the line of sight of Deacon Bai.

This is the Yunshuang Sword Academy's Peerless Sect's "Frost and Cold Technique", who forced the cabbage deacon to even use this trick? Feng Ruochen, who was fighting Xiaoxiao Hanshuang in the distance, showed a trace of doubt, and wanted to look here with his mind divided.

However, Xiaoxiao's frost is really difficult, and he does not retreat in close combat, so he can't use many powerful sword tricks, so he can only simply hold the flying sword in his hand, fight hard in close quarters, and compete with his swordsmanship.

Li Yuncong, the deputy head of the Yunshuang Sword Academy in the fierce battle, suddenly felt that something was wrong, among the personnel sent by the Tianshan Mountain to intercept the Ethereal Sword Sect, it seemed that Ling Mowei and Xiaoxiao Hanshuang could handle it, and the rest of them were below the Yuan Infant Stage, so they were not vulnerable at all, how could anyone still be able to match the cabbage deacon in the early Yuan Infant Period, and force him to even display the Zhenzong Sword Technique?

Looking sideways, Li Yuncong shouted in his heart, and was about to say a word to remind, but he saw Ling Mowei's palm on the opposite side gathering thousands of mountains and snow, condensed into a three-foot-sized snow palm and shooting through the air.

"Ethereal, Kenji!"

One sword turns into two. Li Yuncong's sword finger condensed the mang, and two extremely dazzling sword rays appeared on both sides of the sword finger, stabbing out in an instant, meeting the three-foot snow palm.

The sword roared through the clouds, the impact of the energy swept thousands of miles, the wind and snow overturned, blocking Li Yuncong's way, and several snow spirit ice edges attacked in the exploding snow.

Li Yuncong, who was originally going to come to the rescue, had to press his mind, and with a movement of his sword fingers, he shot out several sword qi to dissipate the snow spirit ice edge in the wind and snow. And with the three inches of cold light on the sword finger, he resisted a snowflake that shot into his heart, and retreated again and again.

This snowflake containing ten percent of Ling Mowei's palm strength is her real killer move.

"Distracted on the battlefield, how can you be with each other for a long time?" Ling Mowei chuckled lightly and coughed up a few traces of blood, just as Li Yuncong picked up the snowflakes. She was also injured by two sword qi. However, Li Yuncong is not having a good time. The sword finger condensed with cold blood frost. Apparently there was no small injury.

Li Yuncong had no time to care, taking advantage of Ling Mowei's regain to look at the battle situation on Deacon Bai's side.

Deacon Bai slashed down with a sword, and ten thousand swords fell together, with a terrifying momentum, killing the seriously injured and helpless Song Si in an instant. Not even a single slag of ice remained.

However, what doesn't seem wrong with this? Pure sword cultivation, even if it is a pure sword cultivation in the sword fetal stage, is it so weak?

But where is the no?

A lilac blade pierced through the abdomen. The white deacon was given the answer.

With a trace of fresh blood at the corner of Song Si's mouth, he didn't know when he came behind Deacon Bai, and a sword pierced his Purple Mansion Qi Sea, pierced Yuan Ying, and ended Deacon Bai's life.

Pulling out Ziyao, Song Si habitually took off the storage bag on Deacon Bai's waist, retreated in an instant, and blended into the wind and snow. This time, he didn't turn the surrounding snowflakes into sword shapes, and the wind and snow covered tens of thousands of miles of ice and tundra, if Song Si insisted on escaping, I am afraid that it would be difficult for Li Yuncong to catch Song Si's traces.

Deacon Bai died, and Ouyang Han, who was forming a sword formation with his senior brothers to tease the disciples of the Tianshan Mountains, was agitated, and a flaw suddenly appeared in the sword array, and under the death blow of the two Tianshan disciples, he helped the other senior brothers get out of the sword formation.

"Senior Brother Ouyang, stop it!" a senior disciple shouted.

Ouyang Han realized that he was wrong, and was about to sacrifice his sword to make up for the flaws in the sword formation, and continued to cage a group of Tianshan disciples into the formation, when he suddenly saw a familiar figure fall from high in the sky.

This, this, isn't this a white deacon?

The brain was buzzing, Ouyang Han remembered that Deacon Bai stopped Song Si, the battlefield was not far away, and now that he was dead, what about Song Siren?

Ouyang Han finally understood where this trace of uneasiness came from? It was Song Si!

"Ethereal, Sword Three!"

No matter how much he didn't care about connecting the sword array, Ouyang Han withdrew as soon as possible, and used the ethereal sword sect's trick, ten thousand swords fired together, and the momentum broke through the air around him, Song Si must be around!

The sword formation suddenly withdrew, and the rest of the Ethereal Sword Sect disciples who formed the formation were breathless for a while, and they all snorted and quickly left the place to avoid being attacked by the disciples of the Tianshan Mountain. Even though they reacted quickly enough, there was still a fellow disciple who was stabbed in the chest with a sword from a cold-faced Tianshan disciple, and the wound was frozen and blood regurgitated, endangering the heart.

They didn't understand why Ouyang Han did this, they all looked angry and puzzled, even though Ouyang Han was a retreat disciple of Elder Feng Ruochen, but he changed his hexagram for no reason in the battle, and he Ouyang Han couldn't escape from the trapping of the same sect, if he couldn't explain it clearly, he would have to accept the sanctions of the Law Sword Academy after returning to the sect, and no one could save him!

After casting the Ethereal Sword Three, Ouyang Han regretted it, he should not withdraw from the sword formation, but should continue to form a formation against Song Si.

There has never been any regret medicine in the world, and after a sword, Ouyang Han did not find any trace of Song Si.

Ouyang Han believed in his first instinct, ethereal.The consumption of True Yuan mana by Sword Three was very huge, and without waiting for him to regain his breath, it was not the same as questioning, Song Si, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, appeared in front of Ouyang Han with a smile on his face, no more than ten steps away.

Then, Ouyang Han saw Song Si slowly hand out the Ziyao Flying Sword, the blade of the sword was purple and bright, and it was very good-looking.

"The North, the Ice Barren Tundra. Song Si killed the deacon of the Yunshuang Sword Academy of the Ethereal Sword Sect, and killed Ouyang Han, the disciple of the Ethereal Sword Sect's elder Feng Ruochen. Under the wind and snow, a mysterious figure dressed in white silently observed the battlefield and quietly recorded this qiē. (To be continued......)