Just when Lu Ping was retreating towards the True Spirit Sect, Shui Wuhuan Zhenren had already chased after him in an instant, and when the Xuansen Zhenren in front saw Lu Ping retreating towards this side, he had already realized that it was not good, and hurriedly flew towards this side with the intention of answering Lu Ping.

However, at this moment, the Xuanling Sect and the Sea Flame Sect seemed to have a spirit in their hearts, and they attacked Xuansen Zhenren at the same time, obviously the various factions present had already understood Shui Wuhuan's plan to kill him, and after Lu Ping took the treasure in the hands of Shui Wuhuan Zhenren, it obviously also gave Shui Wuhuan Zhenren a reason to kill him.

Lu Ping, who was flying back, was alarmed, and a cold chill came to Lu Ping's heart, you must know that although the cold Iceland is very cold, this kind of cold is simply child's play for a monk like Lu Ping, what can really make Lu Ping feel the chill, it is really a deadly threat, and the Xuan Bing that Lu Ping just encountered is not worth mentioning compared to the chill behind him.

The water curtain Zhengang stood up in an instant, and when Lu Ping turned around, it was just a snap of his fingers, and the five-layer blue water curtain Zhengang was blocking a cloud of white fog outside, but the piece of water that came into contact with the fog was in the sound of "squeaky and rattling", as if it would freeze and crack at any time.

The cold chill that came from the water curtain made Lu Ping shiver, Lu Ping knew that this mist was the cold mist that Shui Wuhuan Zhenren had just spit out when he tried to freeze the Golden Scale Sword through the hookah veil, but the cold mist at this time was far larger than the small mouth of Fang Cai, and the power was several times stronger.

The chill coming from the water curtain Zhengang became more and more cold, trying to invade Lu Ping's body to freeze his true yuan, the true yuan in Lu Ping's body was circulating rapidly, but he found that although the cold aura of the water unring real person froze Lu Ping's face pale, it did not have any impact on the operation of his true yuan, and naturally it would not cause any harm to Lu Ping.

Lu Ping understood the reason in an instant, obviously the quality of the cold qi cultivated by the Shui Wuhuan True Person could not be compared to the True Yuan of Lu Ping's smelting of the Heavenly Rank Spirit Creature Xuanyuan Heavy Water.

Lu Ping made up his mind, endured the discomfort caused by the freezing, and raised his hand to make the golden scale sword shoot out a torrent of swordsmanship, intending to disperse this cold mist, but saw that the water unring real person once again wrapped the hookah yarn into a ball, and swirled towards the golden scale sword.

Lu Ping knew that this hookah was so restrained in his swordsmanship, not because his swordsmanship was too poor, but because Lu Ping was too different from her cultivation realm, in Lu Ping's opinion, this Shui Wuhuan real person was at least a monk at the same level as Xuan Sen Zhenren, and under such a favorable location as Cold Iceland, I am afraid that the chance of winning is even greater than that of Xuan Sen Zhenren.

If Lu Ping's cultivation also reached the late stage of forging pills, Lu Ping was confident that a single sword would be able to tear this annoying fog veil to shreds, but now that he was under the eaves, Lu Ping could only let the golden scale sword avoid the hookah, and the swordsmanship torrent was easily broken by Shui Wuhuan real people.

Shui Wuhuan Zhenren obviously didn't want to let Lu Ping go so easily, and the hookah yarn danced into a long snake and wrapped around Lu Ping again.

The blue light around Lu Ping's body rose sharply, and in one fell swoop, the white mist that was frozen in the protective qi was dispersed, and Lu Ping's color turned red, regardless of the injuries caused in his body because of the outbreak of the true yuan, and he launched the trick of hiding from the sky and crossing the sea, and the sky had just condensed into eighteen figures, and they were chased by the hookah yarn and twisted seven in a row, and the white mist that followed completely froze the six figures into icemen.

Dozens of feet away, Lu Ping's figure flashed out, and he looked behind him with palpitations, fortunately he hid in time, otherwise he would be dead at all.

Lu Ping was annoyed in his heart, and looked at him coldly, with a surprised look on his face.

Lu Ping originally thought that it was because he took the treasure that made this real person feel that he had lost face in front of his juniors, and he just wanted to punish himself if he provoked this real person from the Hookah Pavilion, but he didn't expect that Shui Wuhuan real person would actually risk provoking a big war with the True Spirit Sect at the critical moment of the shemale war.

At this time, the True Spirit Sect had been besieged again by the Xuanling Sect and the Hookah Pavilion and the Sea Flame Gate, and it could be seen that the Xuanling and other factions did not fight to the death with the True Spirit Sect, but tried their best to drag the True Spirit Sect real people back, so that they could not meet Lu Ping, so that the Shui Wuhuan real people had time to kill Lu Ping.

At this time, although the Xuanling Sect had an advantage, but before the Sea Flame Sect and the Canghai Sect each inexplicably fell a Forging Dan monk, and Shui Wuhuan Zhenren ran to chase and kill Lu Ping, for a while, the gap between the two sides was not big, and the death match was a lose-lose situation, and now everyone also knew that now Beihai was not the time for civil strife, after all, the True Spirit Sect was one of the pillars of the Beihai Terran against the Demon Clan, and at this juncture, the Demon Clan must not be given an opportunity to take advantage of.

However, as long as he can kill this swordsmanship wizard who can comprehend the great power of swordsmanship in the early stage of forging pills, it must also be a huge loss and a heavy blow to the True Spirit Sect.

However, Lu Ping's performance once again stunned the monks present, although Lu Ping was chased around by Shui Wuhuan Zhenren in the cold Iceland at this time, and he was suppressed and almost had the strength to fight back, but Lu Ping survived hard, and was not solved by Shui Wuhuan Zhenren as others imagined.

Shui Wuhuan Zhenren stretched out his arms and pressed inward, and a huge ice ring suddenly appeared in mid-air, surrounding Lu Ping and Shui Wuhuan Zhenren himself.

Lu Ping took the opportunity to shout: "Fall!"

The "landslide" smashed down from mid-air with great might.

Shui Wuhuan didn't even look at the "landslide" above her head, and an icicle suddenly appeared in front of her, a pillar of optimus, and the "landslide" flew away.

Since Lu Ping got the "landslide", he rarely misses when he uses it to attack the enemy, but this time it really didn't play the slightest role.

Lu Ping didn't know when there was a long whip in his hand, and with a flick of the long whip, he rolled up the "landslide" flying sideways in mid-air, and then swung down violently, and the "landslide" slammed towards Shui Wuhuan Zhenren with greater power than before.

This time, Shui Wuhuan Zhenren finally glanced at the roaring "landslide", and immediately followed the change of the magic in his hand, the peripheral ice ring suddenly vibrate, and the roaring "landslide" actually stopped in mid-air in an instant with the vibration of the ice ring, and then Lu Ping's body was also tight, and an invisible squeezing force imprisoned him in mid-air from all directions.

This is absolutely a magic spell!

Lu Ping's face finally changed, and the true yuan under his body shook violently again, and the blue light overflowed Lu Ping's body surface, but it was suppressed by the invisible force on the body surface and could not spread, and Lu Ping's whole person seemed to have turned blue.

Shui Wuhuan Zhenren's face was still calm, but his demeanor was a lot more relaxed, obviously a monk who had just advanced to the Forging Pill Stage could hold on to the hands of an old Forging Pill late-stage monk who had reached the eighth level of the Forging Dan until now, and he might not be able to find such a person in Beihai.

However, the more unbelievable Lu Ping's performance became, the more determined Shui Wuhuan became to kill him: his strength at this time was already so shocking, if he was allowed to live to the law phase, would there be a way for others to live?

Seeing that the hookah yarn of the real person without a ring of water was flying in the sky again and hovering towards Lu Ping, the power of the hookah yarn Lu Ping saw it himself, as long as it was wrapped like this, it was Lu Ping's talisman that was not inferior to the defensive magic weapon, and it couldn't stop the hookah yarn from being entangled.

Another time, Xuan Sen Zhenren saw Lu Ping in a critical situation, and couldn't help but roar angrily, if it weren't for Lu Ping's Spiritual Water Pregnancy Pulse Pill, he would have already cultivated to destroy the longevity and died, Lu Ping was almost a living grace to him, and Lu Ping's status in the sect, he couldn't be more clear.

Xuan Sen Zhenren shot with all his might, and Lu Xuheng Zhenren, who was fighting against him, was startled, and was beaten by Xuansen Zhenren for a while, and almost broke out, thanks to the help of the Sea Whale Zhenren of the Sea Flame Gate, this solved Lu Xuheng's real person's predicament and blocked Xuansen Zhenren back again.

However, Lu Xuheng was quite jealous at this time, he didn't expect that the True Spirit Sect in front of him, who had always been inconspicuous, and the news that he was seriously injured and wanted to die by the demon clan ambush, didn't want to be a few years later, the other party not only couldn't see the slightest sign of injury, but his cultivation went to a higher level, and what made him even more shocked was that judging from the strength of this person who had just exploded, if it was one-on-one, he was very likely not the opponent of the other party.

Thinking that the True Spirit Sect has been thriving over the years, while the Xuanling Sect has been somewhat stagnant, Lu Xuheng Zhenren shuddered: This True Spirit Sect is used to hiding its strength, and it is definitely a big plotter, and in Beihai, no matter what conspiracy the True Spirit Sect has, it will not bypass the hurdle of the Xuan Ling Sect, so the fierce collision between the two factions in the future is naturally foreseeable.

Fortunately, this time at least this kid who can compete with Ouyang Wei's sword master and nephew can be killed, and it will also make the True Spirit Sect suffer a big loss, anyway, there is the woman who has no ring on the top of the tank, and let Liu Tianling go to find trouble with the Hookah Pavilion, which is just right to pull the Hookah Pavilion to his own faction and jointly suppress the True Spirit Sect.

However, before Lu Xuheng Zhenren continued to speculate about how to cross and close between the various factions in the Beihai in the future, he only heard a sharp chirp resounding through the sky, and when Lu Xuheng Zhenren turned his eyes, he saw that Lu Ping, who was imprisoned in the ice ring, slowly revealed a golden sword tip in his chest, and the scream expanded with the rapid tremor of the sword tip, and the golden scale sword was the tip of the sword first, followed by the sword body and hilt, and it broke through the confinement of the water Wuhuan real ice ring from the core space and stabbed out!

Shui Wuhuan's real person's face changed greatly, and the hookah yarn accelerated and flew towards the landing level.

However, at this time, Lu Ping's face turned from red to dark blue, and this time he directly used the Golden Scale Sword to perform his swordsmanship in the heart core space, which was definitely an adventure, but Lu Ping thought it was worth it.

The rapidly trembling Golden Scale Sword formed a small swordsmanship vortex in a very small amplitude, gradually shattering the invisible imprisoning power around it, and the space that the Golden Scale Sword could move in was also getting bigger and bigger.

Finally, before the hookah swept in, the golden scale sword was flooded with a sword glow that soared into the sky, and the sword technique of the sea and all rivers was launched with all its might, and a turbulent sword vortex rushed straight out.

Lu Ping felt that the power of imprisonment in front of him had suddenly disappeared, and an invisible passage had already extended out in the direction of the sword magic power split.