Looking at Wu Xue, who was smugly with his waist on his back, Wanyan Bingluan's eyes flashed coldly. He raised his hand and grabbed it. He pulled all the clouds and mists above the hillside of Diaoyu Mountain. As half of the peak above Diaoyu Mountain appeared instantly, a huge ice cone had appeared in Wanyan Bingluan's hand, and was then smashed out by him at the Mongolian army below.

Wang Liangchen, who was blocking the pouring of fire, saw the ice cone and his heart beat violently. As a strong man at the ninth level of the sixth level, he was naturally not afraid of this ice cone. However, tens of thousands of Mongolian soldiers behind him were only in the fourth level, so he could not withstand the attack of this ice cone.

"Dragon collapse!"

The blade flipped, and Wang Liangchen's whole body was like a boiling kettle. He then dragged his knife to the ground with his backhand and slashed out at the ice cone above his head. In an instant, the light shone everywhere. The sword spirit, which was like a tsunami, finally tore open the ground in front of him, wrapped in majestic earth chips, turned into a dragon to absorb water and face the ice cone.

The ice cone and the sword soul fought each other, and the two exploded instantly. The ice cone frozen by the rich water vapor broke into countless sharp ice chips splashed everywhere. Fortunately, Zhang Hongfan released balls of flames in time and melted most of them. Otherwise, these sharp ice chips would fall into the crowd, which could still cause large-scale casualties.

"There is a platform above, and the other party can't stop us, so kill us!" A sixth-level martial artist with strong vitality all over his body saw that Li Huan was the only one on the platform on the mountainside, and immediately shouted loudly.

"One person, so I can't stop you, right?"

Li Huanzhan, with a beautiful ponytail, smiled, and the Wushuang sword suddenly unsheathed, accompanied by a clear and long sound of swords, the agile and elegant sword light rushed into the world. The first sword pointed to the shouting sixth-level martial artist.

At this moment, the sixth level martial artist was full of this sword light. Even though he was very skilled, he was still blinded by this sword. His reaction was slower by half a beat. He just wanted to turn his head and dodge, but he had already been pierced by the sword light.

He staggered back while covering his throat. The sixth realm martial artist's chest rose and fell violently several times, and a ray of green light suddenly appeared in his palm. After a while, he let go of his hand and saw that the wound on his throat had healed as before. Apart from the blood stained with his chest before, it was impossible to tell that he had just been injured.

"Immortal Cliff?" Seeing this person's identity, Li Huan frowned first, then sneered. She was the leader of the Wushuang Sword Sect. As long as the person in front of her was not the leader of the Immortal Cliff, she would not be qualified to make her afraid.

Seeing the meaning of Li Huan's smile, the sixth-level martial artist looked ashen and said sternly: "The Immortal Cliff Beauty Technique is here, and you will not surrender!" Before he finished speaking, he had already clenched his fists and pounded forward. His spiritual power was crazily absorbing the surrounding wooden spiritual energy, just like an iron chain coming through. When he "locked" Li Huan, he tried hard to pull Li Huan's vitality.

The willow eyebrows frowned, and Li Huan's sword energy was turbulent. Any disciple of the Wushuang Sword Sect, no matter what the sword path is, is ultimately just the word "Wushuang". If the two words are not enough, then it is four characters.

Unparalleled in the world!

Under such aura, the sword energy that Li Huan tempered over several years was not only sharp in the world, but also closely related to his body, soul and soul. As the sword energy washed and suppressed, the beauty technique of the Immortal Cliff could no longer shake Li Huan's blood.

The rigor of Jueli Huan's body and blood energy, Yan Shu couldn't help but change his face slightly, and then his eyes were filled with anger. With the reach of spiritual consciousness, the vast wood-based spiritual energy gathered and turned into a mysterious force and descended out of thin air. Wherever it spread, all things in the world collapsed and turned into nothingness under that power.

Pure! True!

The soul talisman condensed by Yan Shu in practicing "The Truth of Purification" is also the word "True". In addition to purifying all things in the world, one can also be able to make one's own power true and suppress the strong and defeat foreign enemies.

Sensing that his soul thought was shaking under the purifying force, Li Huan's eyes were palpitations, and then the corners of his cherry lips were slightly raised. The sword light that had been slightly dim before suddenly surged. The spiritual soul thought also reached its peak at this moment, forcibly repelling all the invading purifying power.

“Is this a challenge?”

The charming eyes slowly narrowed, and the moment when a smile appeared on the corner of Li Huan's lips, his figure suddenly rose up, and he rushed forward for more than 40 feet. The spiritual soul thoughts with the unparalleled spirit of the world continued to gather in front of the sword tip, making the assault faster and faster, and invisibly being in a crazy swirl of sword energy, driving away all the invading purifying power.

"My sword is unparalleled in the world!"

Laughing loudly, Li Huan tore the protective shield in front of Yan Shu with a sword. If Wang Liangchen had not arrived in time, he would have been swung out, he would have been afraid that the elder who was born in the Immortal Cliff would die here.

Seeing Li Huan's amazing swordsmanship, even if Wang Liangchen was far ahead of the other party, he would not dare to underestimate this stunning female swordsman and held his sword to face him.

But he was wary of his heart, and the two little Mongolian princes, Tuohuan and Kuokuochi, were full of surprise and almost drooled.

The two people who have been in the northern frontier for many years have never seen such a beautiful woman. What's more, even in the south where there are many beautiful women, Li Huan is still ranked tenth in the list of beautiful women, and is ranked first with the most beautiful beauty in Jiangnan. This shows her beauty.

Because Zhang Hongfan, Ali Hague and others were older, they were not as hard as the two younger generations. Although they were also amazed, they had seen the sword that defeated Yan Shu before, but how could they dare to regard this woman as an ordinary beauty?

In the twelve sixth territory of the Mongolian army, except for the four who besieged Cai Xudong and Song Kai, the remaining eight people had already led their troops to the mountainside. Among them, due to the spiritual suppression of Wu Xue, Wanyan Bingluan and Wanyan Peacock, four of them were suppressed so that they could not rush up at all. Only Wang Liangchen, Yan Shu, Tuohuan, and Kuokuo out rushed to the mountainside platform where Li Huan was in charge.

Turning his head and looking at the other four people in the distance, suppressed by ice, snow, flames and five-colored spiritual lights, Wang Liangchen said in a deep voice: "I will deal with him, you three will help Ali Hague and the others."

Tuohuan and Kuokuochu still wanted to talk, but Yan Shu turned his head and rushed to the place where Wu Xue was nearest to this place. Seeing this, the two of them could only look at Li Huan nostalgic and followed him away in three steps.

"Sister Xue, be careful!" Li Huan hurriedly reminded him, and then turned sideways and let the Chibai sword force bend out. Wushuang sword cut out obliquely, and stepped into the weakest part of Wang Liangchen's body-protecting sword energy. Wang Liangchen was shocked and turned around and dragged the knife. When he held the blade, he was excited and followed the sword spirit and forced to shake Li Huan away with a few steps with brute force.

Looking at Li Huan carefully, Wang Liangchen's face was calm. Just in terms of cultivation, he was not afraid of Li Huan at the ninth level of the sixth level of the sixth level of the sixth level. However, the sword just now was too weird and it happened to cut into the weakest part of his body-protecting true energy. If he hadn't reacted quickly, one of his arm might have been cut off by Li Huan's sword.

When the two confronted each other, Yan Shu, Tuohuan, and Kuokuochao had already rushed to the corridor guarded by Wu Xue along the mountainside cableway.

As soon as he approached, Tuohuan kicked his feet hard, and he rushed forward with the opportunity, and the gun attacked in one blow.

"Oh?" Wu Xue was suddenly attacked. He exclaimed at first, then waved his sleeves and threw out dozens of spiritual talismans written in fiery red cinnabar. With a sweep of spiritual power, the spiritual talismans in the sky turned into blazing flames and rolled out. While forcing Tuohuan to stop, the surging flames burned a hole in his forehead.

"What a damn girl!" Kuokuo saw that his ninth brother was frustrated, and immediately stepped forward. The nine-foot sword was dragged to the ground and rushed. As he approached, he pulled up and slashed. The magnificent sword spirit swept into the air, and he was about to kill Wu Xue.

But before the sword soul was approaching, Wu Xue raised her hand and slapped out dozens of spiritual talismans, turned into a Vermillion Bird and rushed out, burning all the sword souls, and forcing Kuokuochu and Tuohuan to retreat together.

Boom! When the sky and earth were shaking, Yan Shu rushed up with the purification power swept across the mountainside, and with one blow, the flames in the sky were annihilated. Then the three of them rushed up again.

"Wow! Why are you so rogue?" Wu Xue stomped her feet, and countless talismans flew out of her sleeves, intertwined out of thin air, and evolved into more than ten fire curtains separated by four people. Each fire curtain was powerful. Even though the purification power of Yan Shu was exclusively used to overcome the spiritual method, the three of them had to stop until they broke through the seventh fire curtains.

At the same time, Ali Hague, who was previously suppressed by Wu Xue, rushed up while the three of them were holding Wu Xue. Just as they were about to swing the mace, Wu Xue turned her head and glared at him, and shouted: "Who asked you to come up? So ugly!"

Ali Hague was almost furious when he heard this, but the next moment he was filled with heat. Wu Xue actually threw out forty-nine spiritual talismans, which evolved into a brand engraved on him. Then, the fire-type spiritual energy in the void seemed to have been summoned, and it swept over continuously and rushed towards him frantically.

Wu Xue's [Fire Brand] directly forced Ali Hague to give up the attack and wield his mobs wildly to break the flame tides. After all, he was just a martial artist. Even though he had a good soul, he could not break the spiritual imprint attached to him by Wu Xue in a hurry. He could only keep fighting with his hands and feet.

Yan Shu, Tuohuan, Kuokuochu and the other three quickly took action when they saw this, but in a blink of an eye, they were forced to retreat by the 108 spiritual talismans thrown by Wu Xue.

"How many talismans do you have?" Tuohuan was so embarrassed that he was forced by the flames all over the sky and roared in anger.

After blinking his eyes, Wu Xue muttered, "It's nothing to do with you! Ugly!"

Tuohuan was furious when he heard this. The gun tip shook, and lightning gathered around him at the gun tip and turned into electric light. He suddenly stepped forward and slashed the sea of ​​fire. Kuokuoqiuqiu took advantage of the opportunity to approach and slashed out with one knife.

Yan Shu even manipulated the power of purification to erode crazily, madly annihilated the continuous generation of Nanming Lihuo.

Seeing Kuokuochao was about to kill Wu Xue with one knife, the latter suddenly pouted his mouth and waved his hand to shoot out more than 300 spiritual talismans. The spiritual talisman that covered the sky and the sun was almost instantly activated by spiritual power. With a bang, a burst of explosive flames dozens of feet high was generated out of thin air. After the blade was shaken, it exploded, and Kuokuochao squirted out a mouthful of blood, and retreated in a mess.

With his waist on his back, Wu Xue shouted angrily: "Hey! Are you too much? Four ugly monsters came to deal with me, a woman, and wasted so many talismans. Do you know how much time I spent on doing it? How much money is this? I originally thought about setting off fireworks in the future, but it was all wasted by you!"

Kuokuo tried his best to turn his true energy to suppress the invasion of his body. He felt even more furious when he heard this. He spat out another mouthful of blood and said ashamed: "Kill this bitch!"

"Why are you cursing?" Wu Xue jumped up like a cat that was stepped on her tail, staring at him angrily, and said annoyedly, "If you are ugly, you are so ugly, you are so ugly! Ugly people make too many mistakes. Do you blame you for being ugly, but it's your fault that you are disgusting!"

Kuokuochi was so angry that he almost lost his mind by her series of "ugly monsters". He missed the sword light, smashed the sea of ​​fire in front of him and rushed forward frantically. In a blink of an eye, he was forced to retreat by a spiritual method composed of dozens of spiritual talismans.
Chapter completed!