At the moment when Ba Xi's huge body was about to hit the ice peak, the fingertips of Liu Qiankun's left palm almost touched the horn on his head.
Boom!
Under the action of huge inertia, a white body hit the iceberg hard, making a loud bang, and countless crystal ice cubes slid down. It was Liu Qiankun who hit the iceberg.
In an instant, he had a close contact with the iceberg...
The wooden pupils shrank, and he took a fleeting step in the void. A circle of ripples appeared under his feet, and his body turned into a gray afterimage and shot towards the iceberg.
"Go back!" Yunluo Jinxian's figure flashed out of the void, and he flexed and stretched one palm to block the wood. A gleam of golden light loomed in the palm of his hand, blocking all the wood's path in this small area.
Mumu didn't answer, he leaned forward, and punched Yun Luo's chest with his palms. Two Linggang Breaking Palms burst out, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.
Yun Luo moved his palm horizontally, turned his elbow, and the plump and fleshy palms swelled strangely several times, meeting the two palms that were slapped on the chest by the wood.
Canopy!
Waves of air surged into the sky, and fierce energy burst out from where the two people met. The steam curled up in front of the two people, and Xumi Jian hid their bodies in a haze.
"Edict!"
A shout cut through the sky, and a gray figure rose several feet high from the mist. Its two palms shot thousands of afterimages in the void, like a thousand-handed god dancing wildly in the void.
Every time a palm is struck, a radiant rune will burst out of the palm, forming a light belt composed of thousands of runes in the void, twisting, circling, and flickering, just like a giant python with bones and no flesh.
Moving and turning in the air, the vast spiritual power darkened the sky.
A gust of wind blew away the dense mist, and Yunluo Jinxian looked coldly at the rune python coiling above his head, with a bit more solemnity on his face.
"drink!"
Mu Mu's eyes widened, and he pinched a spell on his chest with his hands as fast as lightning. The giant rune python flashed with thousands of rays of light, rolled down and rushed towards the Yunluoding Gate. The originally clear sky suddenly became overcast.
Silver snakes danced crazily in the sea of clouds.
"He Changlin! Do you really want to fight with me?" Yunluo Jinxian shouted sharply, as if questioning the wood, but his hands were not idle either. He rubbed his palms violently and shook his hands to create a palm-sized dark golden disc.
, the thin convex edge in the middle turned out to be a simple mirror, with unknown runes on the back shining with golden light. It grew when the wind blew, and the space between it and the mirror was already several feet long, covering his entire body.
Boom!
The rune python violently impacted the ancient mirror, exploding one after another, stirring up thousands of huge waves. The majestic spiritual energy spread out in circles like water waves with the impact point as the center, and violent energy raged in the void.
Wuji...
Canopy! Canopy! Canopy...
A loud noise broke through the air, the ancient mirror fell inch by inch, and the rune python exploded one after another. In an instant, the ten-foot-long light strip was reduced to less than ten feet.
Snap!
A blazing white thunderbolt fell from the clouds and hit the ancient mirror squarely. It exploded together with the last band of light. The ancient mirror let out a hoarse scream, and two horizontal lines as thin as spider webs were cracked on the surface.
The pattern suddenly fell two feet!
"ah!"
The wooden eyes spit fire, and he stepped down hard with his left foot in the void. His whole body instantly turned upside down and slashed towards the ancient mirror with his palm like a knife...
Clang!
The ancient mirror let out a long metallic sound, and huge cracks spread out from the collision point like spider webs. The entire mirror shook heavily and finally exploded, turning into thousands of irregular fragments and falling down. The Yunluo Golden Immortal has been tempered for tens of thousands of years.
The 'Haotian Xuanjing' turned into clouds and drifted away...
Yunluo Jinxian's complexion was as frosty, and the corner of his mouth twitched fiercely for a few times, revealing a ferocious sneer: "Huh! He Changlin, you dare to come and fight in my immortal domain!" After saying this, he made a mark in the void with one palm.
, only a hiss was heard, and a crack more than ten feet wide was heard, just like cutting through a piece of soft cloth.
Mu Mu's indifferent eyes flashed with two points of brilliance, because he saw a figure rising slowly from the iceberg. He nodded expressionlessly and floated towards the crack in front of Yun Luo.
Yunluo Jinxian turned his head and gave Liu Qiankun a cold look. His figure suddenly disappeared into the strange crack. The moment he disappeared into the crack, the air around the crack rippled slightly and quickly surged into the crack.
Go and smooth it out instantly, as if it never appeared!
Qiong Hong's eyes were fixed on the man in white robes opposite him. The battle between Yun Luo and Mu Mu had just inspired his fighting spirit that had been dormant for thousands of years. Now he only had eyes for the sneering and silent Destiny Spirit!
"Hahaha!"
The gods of destiny raised their heads and laughed wildly, the sound of wind and thunder roared in the hazy sky, and the dancing silver snakes shuttled and flashed in the dark clouds, which was the prelude to another storm.
call!
Liu Qiankun arrived with his sword in hand and looked at Qiong Hong. An indescribable tacit understanding flashed through their hearts.
Boom!
Thunder broke through the sky, human figures flashed, the golden dragon claws swung out with thousands of energy, and the Qingming Sword danced with overwhelming fighting spirit. The two brothers would never miss this rare opportunity again.
The Tianming Spirit Immortal stepped out with his feet, and opened his palms to the left and right. Two brilliant white lights shot out of his palms and shot at the two brothers who were rushing towards him. A disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he shouted softly: "The realm of Spirit Immortals is not yours."
What two mortal ants can overcome!"
Liu Qiankun did not answer. He raised his arms and struck down the top of the long sword with a wave of his palm. A dark blue sword drew a dazzling arc of light in the air. He needed to prove the gap between himself and this destiny spirit.
Qiong Hong did not dodge or evade, he clasped his claws into a fist, and a ball of golden light burst out from the center of the fist, shooting towards the Destiny Immortal like a meteor...
Boom!
The loud noise shook the sky, and the three-color brilliance of gold, green, and white collided together in mid-air, expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a huge spherical luminous body, and the steaming mist was like an exploding pot.
Boiling water splashed everywhere...
The green light flashed away, like an epiphyllum, swallowed up by the blazing white brilliance. Liu Qiankun's face turned stern, and the long sword danced in the air again, and dark blue sword flowers continuously shot out to meet the sword.
white light.
Canopy! Canopy! Canopy...
Ten swords, a hundred swords, and the white light finally dispersed under the violent impact. Liu Qiankun didn't know how many swords he had struck. He didn't expect that the fate spirit fairy would be exhausted when he casually struck out with his palm. A strong sense of frustration surged out.
Thinking about it, it seems that the difference between cultivation levels is really an insurmountable trench!
For a moment, he forgot to swing his sword again, and stared blankly at the duel between Qionghong and Tianming Lingxian. The golden fist force actually gained the upper hand, and after the white light was scattered, only a fist-sized fist remained.
Rushing towards the figure wearing a white robe...
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