One day, in the blink of an eye, more than 36,000 martial arts troops braved the wind and snow to march towards the ice and snow tundra, where the army passed, there was a vast expanse of flying snow, at the same time, six majestic ships that were thousands of feet long lined up the sea of clouds, left the ethereal sword sect, and sailed towards the ice and snow tundra.

On the flagship of the Ethereal Sword Sect, the three masters of the Sword Academy, Shi Mengyu, Lu Hanying, and Hua Luozan stood at the forefront, and the six deputy masters of Mo Lixi, Shao Qingshu, Mu Wangbai, Li Yuncong, Dye Hongchen, and Xi Linxi stood later, and there were also the real people of the Little Extreme North Heavenly Palace, Qing Shaohan, the Holy Sect of Canglan, and the three real people of Zhou Shandao, Mo Yuanzi, Zhen Wuru, and Zhen Bichi, stood on one side.

"Thank you to the three major factions for coming here to help my Ethereal Sword Sect this time, as a token of gratitude, if the disciples of the three factions can make some gains in this battle, they will be able to choose a suitable flying sword in the Sword Sect!" Hua Luozan held a paper fan in his hand and thanked the three major factions who came to help.

Qing Shaohan, the elder of the Canglan Holy Sect, smiled: "The master of the flower courtyard is polite. Since Wu Xiu came to Kunxu Xing, he has become more and more unscrupulous, this time your sect punished Wu Xiu for upholding the right path, and my Canglan Holy Sect is duty-bound, not to mention that Wu Xiu and my Canglan Holy Sect have formed an insoluble grudge. ”

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! What Qing Daoyou said is extremely true, Wu Xiu is raging in the Northern Cold Domain this time, and I, Zhou Shan Dao, as the head of Kunxu Dao, have to take action. Mo Yuanzi was arrogant, Zhen Wuru and Zhen Bichi, who were also Zhou Shan Dao, completely ignored Mo Yuanzi, in their opinion, this Mo Yuanzi had been broken by Wu Xiu since he went to the Eastern Regions, but they still returned the salute to Hua Luo, without losing the courtesy of Zhou Shan Dao.

"The Little Extreme North Heavenly Palace and the Ethereal Sword Sect are in the same breath, and it should be so, the master of the flower courtyard is polite. Jinghan Zhenren said.

"No matter what, when you come here, the Ethereal Sword Sect must thank you for one or two, and you must not refuse. Hua Luozan continued: "In half an hour, we will reach the ice and snow tundra, please wait for a while." In this battle, we will definitely let Wu Xiu know that Kunxu Xing is not yet their turn to point fingers!"

Everyone is good, and the monks on the giant ship will only wait for them to reach the ice and snow tundra, and they will annihilate all the martial cultivation troops that have arrived, and take this opportunity to completely suppress the martial cultivation of the entire cultivation realm, and by the way, they will raise the prestige of the cultivation sect in the Northern Cold Domain, in addition, this will also increase the bargaining chips for the Ethereal Sword Sect to deter some forces in the Sword Domain, which can be described as killing three birds with one stone.

Half an hour later, the Ethereal Sword Sect battleship finally came to the sky above the ice and snow tundra. Below the banner hunting, more than 36,000 martial cultivators stood in the snow, waiting in formation.

"Collect the ship!" With a long order, the six Yuan Ying Xiuzhen who controlled the flying ship walked onto the deck and played a mysterious trick against the formation in front of him, but in an instant, the six giant ships disappeared at the same time, and at the same time, ten thousand swords were seen in the sky. 100,000 monks descended with their swords, separated from the martial cultivation army formation for 600 miles, and confronted each other solemnly!

After the formation of 100,000 cultivators was completed, a Wudang Daoist wearing a black robe in the martial cultivation camp was carrying a Xuanwen peachwood sword. One step into the void, standing in the sky at a height of nine hundred zhang, Weihe's momentum is terrifying, it is the real person of Jingxuan!

"The Elephant of Xuanwu. Shui De Zhenren, this person should be the opponent of this courtyard!" The black flying sword came out of the sheath, and Lu Hanying, who was wearing a black courtyard robe, rose against the wind: "The night rain is dashing." A sword of frost breaks the reincarnation. In the wind, there is no regret for a hundred years. Lu Hanying of the Cloud Frost Sword Academy, please advise!"

I only heard the dignified poem step out, step by step, Lu Hanying's momentum became stronger and stronger, Jing Xuan Zhenren saw this scene, took a false step, and the invisible momentum ripples spread out, intending to interrupt the momentum of Lu Hanying's momentum growth, who knew that Lu Hanying actually flicked the famous sword in his hand at the same time, and eliminated the Jing Xuan Zhenren assault, and finally the two were comparable in the momentum confrontation battle.

This kind of battle, in fact, is already doomed when they are in a duel, if they can gain the upper hand, then there will be a great chance of winning in the next big battle, and even killing the opponent, of course, this rule does not apply to those who like to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, because no one knows what extreme measures these guys will suddenly resort to.

"Frost, the way of cold water, there are very few people who can comprehend this way, and your strength is very strong. Wudang Jingxuan Zhenren, please!" Jingxuan Zhenren took off the peachwood sword behind his back, and as soon as the sword moved, it caused the void sword to flow into soup, and the sword intent of the vast water came out, and at the same time, above the sword wave, a Xuanwu phantom more than three hundred zhang high appeared majestically.

"The dream of poetry, the poetry of dreams, the poetry of the rest of the sword dreams. Shi Mengyu stepped on the clouds, his white robe fluttered, and a pleasant voice sounded: "Who will be the opponent of this Academy, Shi Mengyu of the Heavenly Desolate Sword Academy, please give advice!"

Although Shi Mengyu spoke without a little momentum, his beautiful face and decorative clothes that were difficult to distinguish between men and women were still particularly prominent, but whether it was the Ethereal Sword Sect or the Martial Cultivation side, none of them dared to discuss it in private.

With curiosity, the courtyard master who was talking about the head of the three major sword academies of the Ethereal Sword Sect in front of the two armies, didn't he not want to live?

"Amitabha! Poor monk Shaolin Temple Yi Buddha heart, please also ask the donor's subordinates to be merciful!" Yi Buddha heart shouted a Buddha horn, holding a golden Zen staff, flying up to meet Shi Mengyu.

Shi Mengyu looked at Yi Foxin, who looked solemn, smiled faintly, didn't talk nonsense, and started directly, only to see his sword finger around, a little empty, and instantly turned into hundreds of ethereal sword qi and shot towards Yi Foxin.

In the face of these hundreds of sword qi, Yi Foxin did not dare to ignore it, his strength was not weaker than that of Wudang Jingxuan Zhenren, and the opponent would not use a flying sword when he made a move, if it was not conceited, the foundation must be extremely deep, as for how strong Shi Mengyu's strength was, after he hit the void with a stick, he vaguely felt the horror in it.

After a stick, the void seemed to sound a muffled thunder, Yi Foxin was directly forced back by the hundred sword qi, but Shi Mengyu waved his hand to dissolve the impact of the aftermath of the battlefield, standing in the distance, not moving.

"The flowers are lucky, the song is also lucky, the flowers are praised, the song is also praised, and the music flowers are praised!" Hua Luozan put away the paper fan, walked up to the sky, looked at the head of the Tianshan Mountain in the martial arts formation, Yun Yi Fairy, smiled lightly, and arched his hand and said: "Presumably, the opponent of this courtyard is Yun Yi Fairy, please advise!"

Yun Yi Fairy took a hundred steps, stepping on the clouds and facing the wind, clear and leisurely, there was a faint cold light on the beautiful jade hand, and he seemed to be wearing an unknown best yarn glove: "I dare not bear it, but you are not qualified to be my opponent!"

"Ha, the fairy laughed. The white light flowed, and the paper fan in Hua Luozan's hand conjured up a white jade and blue heart long sword, and the long sword waved between the flowers and rain, with an indescribable beauty: "Hey, it was a pity that the master said that my sword was not given to the woman, but maybe only I can compose this hymn to the flowers." Be careful, fairy!"

"Hehe......" Yun Yi Fairy inexplicably remembered An Moyan's hehe, naturally sneered, and then turned into light and shadow, and slapped it towards Hua Luozan with one palm.

Different from the military array confrontation in the mortal world, the strongest people in the cultivation realm often take the lead in the battle, and the Chinese army naturally has commander-level characters in charge, and Mo Lixi, the deputy head of the Heavenly Desolate Sword Academy, is such a figure.

"The three major masters of the Sword Sect, the six deputy masters, presumably the martial cultivators on the opposite side have already arranged the people to fight, and now it is inconvenient for me to make a move, so I will have to work with all the fellow practitioners. Mo Lixi, the fairy in white, said to the five deputy courtyard masters beside him.

"It's too boring to sit in Twilight every day, and I hope they won't be too bad for my opponents. Mu Wangbai, the deputy head of the Yunshuang Sword Academy, stretched his waist, turned around and walked towards the martial arts formation: "Ruthless disdain, intentional, Yang Qiong Liulu said Mengling; ”

The cold light was dazzling, Mu Wangbai Void was drawn, and a sword came out of the void, and the surrounding ice and snow were instantly frosted, hard as steel: "Mu Wangbai, the deputy master of the Cloud Frost Sword Academy, is here, who will teach my Bai Wangjian?"

"It's just a poem when you appear, what to pretend, what to drag? This seat looks down on people like you!" Yue Jing, the leader of the Holy Hand Alliance, snorted, turned into light and shadow, and instantly came to Mu Wangbai's body a hundred zhang away, and the snow behind him rose for a hundred miles, and they were all raised.

Mu Wangbai glanced at the black-robed Yuejing, looking at his figure, he was very similar to their courtyard master Lu Hanying, and his aura was also extremely strong, but the difference between them was that one was above board, and the other was hiding his head and hiding his face, and he couldn't see the light, which made him very ashamed.

"There are some words that are destined to be said by powerful people, and you, you don't even dare to see the light of day, how pitiful, sad, sad?" Mu Wangbai shook his head, the sad look in his eyes became heavier and heavier, and even the remnants of snow within a radius of a hundred miles seemed to convey his sadness.

Yue Jing flipped her palm, shattered the oncoming sad sword momentum, retreated ten feet backwards, and snorted again: "Hmph, at a young age, he is sad like an old man, just like a dead wife, bad luck!"

Mu Wangbai listened to it several times, and the sadness on his face seemed to have reached the extreme at this moment, and at the same time, Yuejing's words seemed to pierce his inner scar, causing a fierce and ferocious resentment to burst out in the sad sword momentum.

Without hearing the sound and seeing the shadow, Mu Wangbai had disappeared in place, turning into a hundred lights and shadows, killing the moon. A shadow and a sword, the sword is ferocious, the sword is killed, and it seems to crush the black-robed man in front of him into foam.

Yue Jing carried the newly cultivated Stealing Body Method, wandered in the hundred lights and shadows, calmly raised his palms to deal with it, and after a while, only one of the hundred lights and shadows remained, and this light and shadow also condensed in an instant, showing a real Mu Wangbai figure.

"Ha, hahaha, it's really a dead wife, bad luck! bad luck!" Yue Jing looked at Mu Wangbai in front of him, laughed no, shook his head, muttered, snorted again, let go of his hand bones, the instant confrontation just now, let him know that Mu Wangbai's foundation is far above him, and it is difficult for him to catch a flaw from Mu Wangbai's angry state, such a battle is too dangerous!

Hearing Yuejing's muttering, Mu Wangbai's anger was even worse, and then he turned into light and killed again, and in the blink of an eye, Ethereal Sword One, Ethereal Sword Two, Ethereal Sword Three actually appeared at the same time, slashing like thunder.

Danger!Is this guy still human?!Yue Jing stood in place, looking at Mu Wangbai who was killing madly in amazement, as if in the face of such a madman killing sword and lingering endless sorrow, it was difficult to resist at all, and she could only wait to die...... (To be continued......)