It should be said that they underestimated the whirling snow that was fused with the netherworld fire.
The sword struck by Lin Qinghan was easily caught by Whispering Snow, and the same was true for the sword struck by Sang Luo.
So the two people's full blow only forced Whispering Snow back two steps.
But what made the situation worse was that Posuoxue noticed Sang Luo.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and licked the corners of her lips greedily,
"Shenhuang Huo, I'm really lucky today. I was able to meet Lin Qinghan, who was born with a sword bone, and the owner of Divine Phoenix Fire."
If he could swallow the girl in front of him, it would be impossible for her to become a god!
If so, why should she be afraid of those old people from the Seven Sects outside?
“…”
Sang Luo and Po Suo Xue exchanged moves and knew that he was no match for her. It wasn't the sword moves, but the difference in spiritual power between the Golden Pill and Nascent Soul!
If she can conceive a baby, Posuoxue is no match for her.
But at this moment, the spiritual power is almost gone, which seriously limits the power of the sword technique.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the volcano not far away, and a thought suddenly came to her mind. If she could use her master's reversal method to mobilize external spiritual energy, could she give it a try?
In just this thought, Whispering Snow was already heading towards her to kill, but was stopped by the six-winged cloud-patterned tiger.
But the six-winged moire tiger couldn't even fight her, and was swept out.
This kind of cross-level battle is very disadvantageous for those who control beasts.
Ji Qingfeng summoned the Shaoyang Sword he carried with him and took it. This was the first time Sang Luo saw him draw the sword.
It's a bit miraculous, Ji Qingfeng was born with earthly roots, but for some reason, Sang Luo found a little bit of light in his swordsmanship.
Not only Sang Luo saw this, Lin Qinghan also squinted his eyes slightly.
"Is this the mystery of dual cultivation of Taoism and Swordsmanship?"
Sang Luo paused for a moment and said in a deep voice,
"No, it should be a special training method, just like your spiritual power becomes stronger as you fight."
She said, looking at Lin Qinghan,
"I'll buy you some time."
His skills and physique will become stronger the more he fights, but if he is defeated at the beginning, there will be no point in playing.
Lin Qinghan nodded as he listened,
"good."
Sang Luo headed towards Whispering Snow again, but this time, she secretly turned around and used the reversal technique.
She has always had a photographic memory, and she never studied the instructions Chu Yanshu showed her in detail that day, but she always remembered them in her mind.
Try this move with this whirling snow, it’s just right!
Thinking of this, Sang Luo's lips showed a hint of arrogant smile. To be honest, she really likes this feeling of over-level battle!
Lin Qinghan also raised his sword and joined the battle. The four of them fought together. Whispering Snow had strong spiritual power, but could not stand the crowd.
Moreover, although these disciples are not very advanced, each one has a deeper foundation than the other, their swordsmanship is mysterious, and their coordination is excellent.
Lin Qinghan was knocked out, Sang Luo immediately stepped in, and after Sang Luo was knocked out, Ji Qingfeng came up immediately, Ji Qingfeng was knocked out, Lin Qinghan continued up, plus Bai Ze made little moves outside the game from time to time.
There is really a feeling of powerlessness as if there are too many ants to kill an elephant.
Po Suo Xue was disgusted with this feeling. First she made a feint move with a long whip towards Ji Qingfeng, but it hit Bai Ze, sending the boy straight towards the magma under the cliff.
The six-winged cloud-patterned tiger roared and ran towards the cliff.
Sang Luo and others were beyond reach. Fortunately, Zhang Jianting opened his eyes at this time and fished Bai Ze back from under the cliff. However, due to the reckless movement of his spiritual energy, he suffered a backlash. There was a sweet smell in his throat, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.
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Zhang Jianting wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the people,