Suning didn't know these people, so he could turn a blind eye and just pretend they existed in the air.
But Ji Yu couldn't do it. As the third direct disciple of Qiao Wantang, she couldn't stand the fact that she couldn't win the victory for a long time, and because of this, she couldn't stand the suspicious looks from others.
That was a humiliation to her, perhaps more uncomfortable than death.
"How dare you use a low-grade freezing technique to embarrass yourself?"
Sure enough, Jiyu's thoughts were thoroughly understood by Suning.
Before the iceberg melted, her true form appeared outside the third remaining defensive formation.
With a gentle tap of his jade hand, the formation disappeared.
"Well done."
Suning was not surprised but happy, and his sword energy was everywhere.
Ji Yu sneered and said: "A small world sword energy that cannot even be called a low-grade immortal technique, are you sure it can hurt me?"
Suning formed a seal with his hands, smashed it to the ground and said, "I don't expect to hurt you at all, I'll just trap you for three breaths."
As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow of the monstrous sword covered the sky and blocked the sun with a mighty force.
With Jiyu as the center, it was reflected in the "Ice-Sealing Technique" he had previously performed.
"Um?"
The tall woman who smelled a hint of danger rushed in with her sleeves fluttered and her fingers clasped together.
"Pah, pah, pah."
Tens of thousands of sword shadows dimly extinguished, and then grew crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Oh, what a good excuse."
"Using the power of the ice sealing technique to fuel the sword formation."
"What a pity. No matter how much I borrow it, it will still be just a low-grade magic."
"Trapped me for three breaths? Do you think it's possible?"
The long hair is flying, and the lotus steps are moving lightly in the rain.
A flash, a pause.
She tore open a crack in the ice-cold mountain that blocked a kilometer of space, leading directly to the other end of the ring.
"Sleepy."
Suning gritted his teeth and persisted, approaching aggressively.
"roll."
Jiyu swept across with his backhand, and his immortal power rolled in.
A flash of determination flashed across Suning's crimson eyes, and he burned the second yellow talisman without dodging.
"Seal again."
He had a ferocious expression and a fierce smile.
How can we miss this opportunity that we have finally waited for?
Three breaths, if Jiyu could be trapped for three breaths, this situation of being passively beaten would be immediately changed.
Without using his magical power and only working hard with his mind, Suning asked himself if there was a chance to turn things around.
"Wow."
He was vomiting blood, his right shoulder was severely injured by an external force, and his bones were broken into flesh and blood.
"boom."
Suning flew out, hit the Hanshan rock wall behind him hard, and was rushed forward by the powerful rebounding force.
After rolling continuously in embarrassment, he lay on the ground with stars in his eyes, his expression was painful, and he seemed to have no strength to move.
"Boom."
The ground shook, and Hanshan, which was forced to open a crack by the rain, strangely merged inward after Suning's second yellow talisman burned to ashes.
The two mountains meet each other, and the cold air comes.
From bottom to top, it is like a tightly wrapped iron barrel.
"This is the moment."
Suning's eyes flashed as he fell to the ground, and his heart surged out overwhelmingly.
With no way out or retreat, Jiyu is casting spells, hoping to break the iceberg again and regain freedom.
But at this moment, Suning's mental attack came quietly.
"The joke is, even if you compare your mind alone, you may not be able to gain the upper hand."
Jiyu pointed at the center of his eyebrows, his pupils shrank violently and said, "Don't forget, I am also a direct disciple."