Sun Wei was walking in the idle garden, quite leisurely and at ease, his eyes were provocatively staring at Bei Mingxiu.

What he was waiting for was Bei Mingxiu’s response.

According to rumors, Bei Mingxiu buried six ninth-level Holy Pavilion deputy envoys in their Holy Pavilion in Muya City. Even the Immortal Lord told him to devote all his energy to deal with Bei Mingxiu. This was an extremely difficult thing to accept in his opinion, and it was even more difficult to accept than Yue Qingfeng burying his bones outside Muya City. In his opinion, even if he practiced the way of heaven and humanity, a guy who has not even crossed the threshold of the eighth-level threshold so far, how could he have such strength at that time? What qualifications are there to be so valued by the Immortal Lord?

Yao Chong and Gao Yangsong were still immersed in their own battle. The surging sword intent had isolated them from the surrounding environment. For him, it was a fruit that could be picked at any time. In contrast, he wanted to see how Bei Mingxiu could do to him.

Bei Mingxiu really can't do anything to him.

His eyes were frozen on the colorful feather fan in Sun Wei's hand.

The feathers on this feather fan can easily block He Bi's Lingxu finger and easily disrupt the control of elements by the masters of Dharma Sect like Ji Xichun. It is obviously not an ordinary magic weapon. Even if he uses the Heavenly Human Way to explore, he cannot understand the mystery.

When facing the powerful immortal level, the exploration effect of the Heavenly Mandarin has almost completely disappeared. Using the spiritual power between heaven and earth to explore an immortal who is in harmony with heaven and earth is no different from holding someone else's wallet and wandering in front of others' eyes.

Bei Mingxiu could clearly feel the provocative meaning of Sun Wei's expression. If he were Gao Yangsong, he might really be unable to help but take action directly.

To challenge an immortal directly, this behavior is no different from dying, but if he doesn't take action, perhaps the next moment, Sun Wei's attack will fall on Yao Chong and Gao Yangsong. They are already focusing on the battle. Once affected by external forces, they will probably end up with serious injuries.

He had to take action.

Bei Mingxiu looked calm, holding Han Ming with his right hand, and the cold air was cold all over his body. At the tip of his little finger, a thin and invisible cold light flashed slightly in the sun.

He had imagined countless battles with immortal-level powerful men, but when an immortal-level powerful men really provoked him, the various means they imagined were actually not very effective.

After all, I need to try it myself.

A little bit of ice sharpen the hand of Bei Mingxiu, and a wisp of blood flowed along the hilt of the Han Ming sword to the sword body, quietly blending with the sword body.

Even if the Heavenly Man Dao, which is seven days in one breath, when facing an immortal-level powerful man like Sun Wei, he can only hold on for a period of time at most and cannot win.

But in the current situation, he must try to kill Sun Wei.

So he used his essence and blood without hesitation.

During the battle of Muya City, he understood the use of the Han Ming Flame. This special form of flame seems to have exceeded the scope of spiritual power. Unlike the erosion of spiritual power by the Falcon Yuan, when Han Ming Flame encountered spiritual power, Han Ming Flame had the powerful ability to completely solidify it. After trying the power of the Han Ming Flame several times with Ye Xinglu and Su Yi, he was able to conclude that this special force originating from the bloodline of the Beiming family originated from spiritual power, but was faintly transcended from spiritual power, and had a certain effect on spiritual power.

This is a gift left by his ancestors and a powerful weapon for him to wrestle the wrist with the immortals. If the Shuyuan and Han Mingyan are combined together, even the immortals will not be able to deal with it easily.

The period when Sun Wei underestimated the enemy was undoubtedly the best time to take action.

There is only one chance.

Bei Mingxiu took a deep breath. If someone closely monitored his situation, he would definitely find out that his

There were strands of sword energy storming beside him, but the sword intent had not leaked out at all, and among these sword energy, there was a bitter cold air surging.

Beiming's cold energy and Hanming's sword intent formed a perfect unity around him. This is the integration of Beiming's martial arts.

What he learned is far more complicated than Gao Yangsong, but he can absorb the strengths of each technique and plays the most important role at the most critical moment. People who fight Bei Mingxiu often feel difficult, which is largely because of this reason.

Han Mingyan and Duyuan were both firmly held in his hands, and no breath was revealed.

Even the immortal could not see the mystery when his heavenly way completely enveloped himself, but his actions naturally could not escape Sun Wei's eyes. Sun Wei sneered, and the feather fan in his hand shook lightly, and several white feathers flew away. He no longer paid attention to Bei Mingxiu. His little vigilance was dissipated because of the Immortal Lord's advice.

Bei Ming Cultivation obviously had tried his best, but if he was only at this level, it was not worth his extra look. The Immortal Lord was obviously just afraid of his Bei Ming's surname.

Even when facing Bei Ming Zhou back then, he didn't think he would lose, let alone Bei Ming Cultivation who had not even reached the eighth level?

Sun Wei sneered. His "Wan Daoyu" had been practicing for more than fifty years. The four words "Perfect" are not enough to describe his attainments in this technique. In addition, the Lingbao Tianyu Fan, which he spent several years to refine in order to cooperate with Wan Daoyu, did not require the changes of Wan Daoyu at all. He only needed the most ordinary white feather to easily take Bei Ming Xiu's life.

He is full of confidence in this.

However, at this moment, an unexpected situation suddenly happened.

A blade shining with cold light shone across the air, and the sword light slashed directly at Sun Wei, but it had the momentum to split the world.

The sword was cut out, and the mountains and rivers were eclipsed.

The knife is Han Ling's knife, and the person holding the knife is Ling Duan.

Ling Duan's cultivation is already in this sword.

Under the blade, there is the severe coldness of the northern border, the blood of countless evil powerhouses, and the will of the Lord of Hanling Castle that has never fallen.

Even though Sun Wei was an immortal in front of him, he would not retreat.

Han Lingdao never kills good people, nor will he let any evil person go. These Holy Pavilion practitioners who showed their butcher swords to the human race and the demon race are undoubtedly the latter.

He did not participate in the encirclement and suppression of other Holy Pavilion cultivators. From beginning to end, his eyes fell on Sun Wei.

Since I am going to the Holy Pavilion in the future, why not fight with the immortals with the sword in my hand?

Ling Duan's face was full of fighting spirit, and the blade was completely cut off, and the changing sword light burst forward, unstoppable!

This sword can kill evil and eliminate evil, and its intention is to kill immortals!

...

Sun Wei's eyes were completely reflected in his cold light, and his expression was already cold.

He didn't think Ling Duan's sword might threaten him, he just felt that Ling Duan was provoking the majesty of the immortal.

He had made a light move before, and in every move, he had already repelled all the high-level practitioners of the Heavenly Dao Alliance. He immediately put his mind on the three swords on Wuyan Sword Peak, and had no intention of dealing with others. However, this swordsman was so ungrateful and came up to seek death by himself?

A fire feather fell from his fan, like a sharp sword slashing down, containing the pressure between heaven and earth, and collided head-on with the blade of Han Ling's sword.

The unyielding sword light was immediately unstable at this moment, and seemed to be extinguished at any time.

The sword light is the condensation of Ling Duan's cultivation. Its sharpness is enough to surpass Su Lanting's red wave and green dew swords, but under the pressure of the spiritual power of heaven and earth,

Still fragile as thin paper.

Ling Duan Hu's mouth shattered, Han Ling's sword flew out of his hand, landing somewhere in Songshan, and disappeared for a moment.

But Ling Duan's jumping momentum was still not exhausted. A cold light appeared in his eyes, his fists clenched the blood, and he swung out all his spiritual power with all his body, directly hitting the burning fire feather.

Han Ling Dao is a top-notch sword in the world. He killed many evil people in Ling Duan's hands and was intimidating. However, after Han Ling Dao, Ling Duan was still the hero in the north who shocked the evil.

The sound of these two fists was thunder and the force was unfolding. The fire feather was forced to fall directly by it, and the flames on the feather were suppressed and almost dissipated.

"asshole!"

Sun Wei's eyes were full of murderous aura, and he waved his hand to stir up the world, and was about to kill Ling Duan on the spot. His Tianyu Fan had seven main feathers, corresponding to the seven elements condensed between heaven and earth. In order to make this guy who dared to provoke him die in despair, he sacrificed the most destructive Huo Xingyu, but Huo Xingyu was actually suppressed by this man's edge. If he did not intervene, he would probably be injured in the hands of this swordsman who was moving forward!

Once the seven main feathers are damaged, he will need to spend a lot of effort to repair them. Ling Duan is the first person to almost destroy one of his main feathers in the posture of a mortal.

The immortals fought with ordinary practitioners and could not win easily, and their natal magic weapons were almost damaged. He was unwilling to accept this fact.

Ling Duan must die!

However, at this moment, a sword light came into his eyes again.

Bei Mingxiu was still standing above the Fengshan Platform, but the Han Ming sword he was driving had now been replaced by an ice sword that had just condensed.

The Hanming sword was full of sharpness, as if chasing and leaving a shadow. The sword light was erratic, and the sword body was covered with ice and cold, stabbing Sun Wei at an incredible speed.

Bei Ming Cultivation's cultivation level was actually directly up to the ninth level without paying attention, and the several white feathers were already falling down, obviously being shot down by Bei Ming Cultivation.

Beiming Xiu Zhang Tuobinglian smiled gently at Sun Wei. This kind of gentle smile fell into Sun Wei's eyes, which was an unacceptable ridicule.

He shouted loudly, and the sky feather fan in his hand suddenly swung, and the feather blades of various colors swept out, as if a giant beast opened its huge mouth and swallowed the Han Ming Sword into it.

Just as he sneered, Bei Mingxiu also smiled. The next second, the ice lotus in his hand slowly dissipated, and a light word had already floated out of his mouth.

"burst."

The ice marble hidden on the Hanming Sword's sword body exploded at this moment.

Most of these ice marbles were covered with blood that Bei Mingxiu had previously flowed out. As Bei Mingxiu triggered the ice marbles, ice lotus bloomed one after another with the cold dark flames, causing a larger frost storm in the Feather Blade Storm.

No matter what color of flying feathers it is, they freeze and wither in the frost.

It was like a covered snow and snow covering everything.

The sword light of the Hanming Sword had already come directly to Sun Wei with the cover of the Frost Storm. The sword force did not diminish and the sharpness suddenly appeared.

The sword travels thousands of miles, chasing shadows and searching for traces. The point of the sword edge of the Han Ming sword is exactly where Sun Wei’s spiritual power is weakest.

The perception of the heavenly way was completely integrated into this sword that was bound to be won by Bei Ming Cultivation.

Bei Mingxiu nodded slightly to Ling Duan. In the sea of ​​consciousness, the Han Ming sword soul was very cold.

After all the planning and calculations, it is better to take a real move.

Throughout history, there seems to be no successful record of killing the bodies of immortals with the power of ordinary people, but it does not mean that it is impossible.
Chapter completed!