The past cannot be pursued, as if the cold wind was like this. In addition to Bei Bing Xuance, the lord of the Yeming Palace, the lord of the first palace of Jiang Duandao, there were several elders, Li Qingniu, who was dressed in a rough cloth dress and looked like a mountain villager, and Jiang Chenyue, another elder of the Jiang family.

As for the other elders, there were no one. Only the three masters of Ye Ming Palace were present. Obviously, Beibing Xuan Ce still had a backup plan. As for the other disciples of Ye Ming Palace, no one appeared because the strength of these young disciples naturally could not participate, so as to avoid unnecessary sacrifice.

Jiang Chenyue's eyes were very complicated. Jiang Duandao and he were originally from the Jiang family, and the two were already related by blood. Jiang Duandao's dazzling light in the Jiang family has already compared all the Jiang family's peers. Although Jiang Chenyue was a generation older than Jiang Duandao, he did not want the most outstanding disciples of the Jiang family to sink into the trap.

But the man holding the Blood Evil Sword did not notice Jiang Chenyue at all. It should be said that Jiang Duandao's eyes were always on Bei Bing Xuan Ce's body. His twisted and scared face showed a bit of unruly expression, and his wildly dancing and flying hair was even more ups and downs. The cold and ruthless bloodthirsty aura emanated from his body. The dark and cold sword lingered with a faint blood Evil halo, and he was like the emperor in the underworld.

"Bei Bing Xuan Ce, I am not here to reminisce about the past with you today. I want to get back what belongs to me. Or you have two choices, either surrender to me, or Ye Ming Palace will disappear from now on and no longer exist." The tone of Changji Duandao said from Jiang Duandao's mouth, with endless solemnity in the coldness.

"Jiang Duandao, you should turn back and be the shore. You and I couldn't help but do anything about that time. Why are you so obsessed with it?" Beibing Xuance said helplessly when he saw the other party's resolute and cold face and the murderous and angry words.

"I said, things that were gone by the wind, but what I am doing now has nothing to do with what I did back then. The Netherworld Sect should see the light of day again, and the glory of Netherworld Sect will bloom in my hands. You either surrender to me or die." As soon as the murderous words came out, the sudden light that was scattered from the east became extremely cold, and a long roar of swords stirred out of the blood Netherworld Blood Sword in Jiang Duandao's hand.

The crisscrossing scars seemed like death talismans. Jiang Duandao's face immediately became terrifying and ferocious.

"Jiang Duandao, don't forget that you were once a disciple of Ye Ming Palace, and you are also a descendant of our Jiang family. How is this different from bullying the master and destroying the ancestor? I advise you to turn back and forth. The Netherworld Sect is a demon sect. Do you really want to be a demon? Do you want to be enemies with the martial arts of the world?" Jiang Chenyue, who was standing behind Beibing Xuan Ce, said hurriedly to Jiang Duandao.

Jiang Duandao ignored Jiang Chenyue. His eyes were filled with dark luster and looked at Beibing Xuance, directly ignoring Jiang Chenyue's words.

Jiang Chenyue sighed helplessly. He knew how deep Jiang Duandao's resentment towards the Jiang family. If the Jiang family had stood on his side back then, Jiang Duandao would not have become like that. At that time, as the head of the Jiang family, he did not help his clan members, which made him feel very guilty. It was guilt for Jiang Duandao, and he personally ruined the Jiang family's genius. So he blamed himself and stepped down as the head of the Jiang family and sent another highly respected person from the Jiang family.

Until now, he was suffering from guilt and guilt. Although he was kind-hearted and cheerful by nature, the incident of Jiang Duandao was always a pain in his heart, and he could never forget those desperate eyes. The gentle and jade-like Jiang Duandao no longer existed, and was replaced by a cold and broken demon like a bloody evil spirit. There were even more pain in his heart.

"Everything has disappeared. Jiang Duandao, it is my responsibility to cause all this. I have said this before, so now I will give you this sentence too. We are not individuals, we are part of Ye Ming Palace. We have the heavy responsibility of Ye Ming Palace in the future. If you want to hate, then hate me alone. I will bear all this. Let us make a real break today."

Bei Bing Xuan Ce moved his hand, and a long sword with a jade luster suddenly appeared. The burly body condensed with a cold true energy, the Great Dao's ruthless skill, and the eighth level of heaven, as if there were loves, would be old. From his eyes, the domineering aura of his own origins. He was as cold as ice, like a peerless ice god.

The long sword roared like a trembling, and the blood knife was as sharp as it was. The long sword in Beibing Xuan Ce's hand emitted a layer of jade ice marrow-like light. Leng Jue was domineering and arrogant. He came from the Ice Cold Divine Realm, and he swept the world with endless cold breath. He was the coldest and most ruthless representative in the world.

Some people say that the extreme of ruthlessness is the coldness, and the eighth level of the Great Dao Rumor is that if there is love, the heaven will be old, and the heaven will eventually be ruthless.

The cold and cold air was overwhelming, and the sword light flowed like a splendor. At this time, Beibing Xuan Ce condensed the true energy in his body. A faint white light lingered around him, as if he was wearing a layer of hard ice jade armor. He held a long sword in his hand and stepped on ice, and the flowing white jade breath rolled up. The burly and stubborn body contained the power of the frozen world.

Jiang Duandao's eyes condensed, and the Netherworld Blood Sword in his hand lifted up, and the violent evil aura surged out from the peerless fierce soldier. The sword seemed to eat up all the fierce blood from the world, making a roaring sound. The sword energy rolled, and the cold evil aura was even surging like a tide. Jiang Duandao, who was rolling endless cold evil aura, flew up randomly, and his ferocious face exuded a terrifying demonic intention, just like the king of the Underworld coming to the world again.

"Bei Bing Xuan Ce, you and I were called outstanding disciples of Ye Ming Palace back then, dominating the extremely cold city with one sword and one sword. At that time, we did not decide the winner. Today we do not recognize the winner and the loser, but only determine life and death." Jiang Duandao shouted in a deep voice, and he raised the peerless fierce soldier and pointed at Bei Bing Xuan Ce from afar. His expression of determination and persistence showed a bit of unconcealable cruelty.

Although many people can hear the foggy, those who have lived in the extremely cold city for some years know Jiang Duandao and have also heard of his story. His decision with Ye Ming Palace and Beibing Xuancai was because of the word "love". They all say that there is 80,000 words in the world, but the word "love" is the most hurtful.

The condensed aura and the anger of the blood evil spirit competed against each other, and the coldness of the ice that broke through the world spread out, and the evil and evil spirit rolled up. The two former close friends finally walked to the battlefield of life and death hostility. Too many words could only appear so pale and powerless. Only the weapons in their hands could resolve the grudges of the past.

Beibing Xuan Ce's eyes were as bright as lightning, but his body was cold as ice, and the long sword in his hand emitted a jade-like cold air that freezes the world. Jiang Duandao's pair of blood-red demon eyes were as bright as a ray of evil light, and the blood-devil aura rolled up all over his body. The black sword rolled up with a red luster as if it was swallowing all the blood in the world. The dark aura gushed up all over his body. He was the demon Lord of the Underworld.

The two corresponding forces of the halo were tensely confronting each other. They knew that no matter how many words there were, they could not calm down the war. Only the weapons in their hands could resolve everything. The condensed eyes only revealed the remembrance of the past, and the majestic aura that surged into a substantial blade, and gradually the more intense fighting spirit appeared in their eyes.

The former brothers and sisters, and now the enemy of life and death, all of this is fate, and perhaps a battle of fate. Everyone held their breath and looked quietly at the two people who represent the peak strength of the Extreme Cold City. Who is the demon, who is the right way? The right and the demon are inseparable, and the battle will be clear. This is the thought in many people's hearts, and it is also the hope in many people. No matter who wins and who dies, what happens in the Extreme Cold City today is enough to change the history of the Extreme Cold City, and even the history of the world's martial arts world.

If the long breath in my heart can eliminate all grudges, then everyone with different minds hopes that it will be a loss-win situation. The sword is just to protect what he should protect, but the sword is facing the direction he recognizes. No one will underestimate the sword and the sword, and the peak duel will definitely bring incredibly shocking power.

The sword light condensed, and a jade light like water burst out from Beibing Xuan Ce's hand. His tiger's eyes shone brightly, his tall body was as strong as a mountain, as if his whole body had inexhaustible frozen power. The flowing sword light streaked across the sky, facing the rising sun, and the cold sword energy frozen the soft morning sunlight.

One after another, one after another, the cold sword energy condensed into the morning light of ice, everything was so casual, like an immortal magic. The cold sword energy, the wisps of sunlight frozen into the ice, and the long sword like frozen heaven and earth instantly turned into the convergence of thousands of swords, and turned towards Jiang Duandao, who was holding a blood knife in his hand and was full of evil aura.

The condensed cold air covered the sky and the bloody evil aura surging. The blood knife in Jiang Duandao's hand roared and a layer of bloodthirsty light lingered around the blood knife. Suddenly, the wind and clouds between heaven and earth suddenly changed, the condensed sword energy was stirred like a long rainbow, and the blood evil sword energy rolled like a roaring river waves.

Jiang Duandao transformed into the Nether Lord, holding the Blood Sword in his hand and stepped on it. The Blood Sword blew out a thousand feet of sword light with the momentum of thunder and thunder and turned towards the sword energy that was condensed in jade. In an instant, the world darkened, and the long sword sounded a crisp sword roar, and the blood sword and a sharp sword sounded each other.

As the sword light flowed, the tall and burly figure had already stepped fast like the wind, condensed with the coldest aura in the world, like the ice god looking down on the world, facing Jiang Duandao. The man with a ferocious face holding the blood knife turned the sword light, his body was as shadow as the underworld, and his strange body movement seemed to merge into the darkness between heaven and earth. Although the morning sunlight was shining, it could not show his figure.

The sound of sword lights and swords fighting each other sharply and sharply, Chen Xiong's cold figure, the strange figure of the underworld, the long sword condensed with a sword energy like a flower, and the blood knife even raised a tide-like evil aura. When the fierce evil aura touched the cold ice aura, the world seemed to be divided into two halves. One half was a cold and cold world, and the other half was a bloodthirsty cold world. Only when the two different qi fighting each other, it emitted a "??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

The figure was like a spiral and dance, and the figure was still as moving as a mountain. The two intertwined figures were as fast as the wind, and the weapons in their hands collided like stars. The sounds were loud and loud, and the energy was as violent as an explosion. Beibing Xuan Ce was as strong as a mountain, and Jiang Duandao was as cold as a demon. The two of them had a shocking magical skill. The waves of air started to stir up and turned into thousands of powerful blades and shot in all directions.

The figures flashed, avoiding the turbulent blade of Qi and the unprecedented peak battle in the city of Extreme Cold. One was the lord of the first palace of Ye Ming Palace, and the other was a peerless master who was as famous as the Northern Bing Xuan Ce but had disappeared for 10 or 20 years. The confrontation between them must have drawn a thick stroke in the history of Extreme Cold City, and it can even be said to have shaken the entire martial arts world.

Beibing Xuan Ce's cold eyes condensed, and the ice-like true energy around him suddenly increased. The sword light emitted from the long sword in his hand climbed up step by step. The cold sword energy almost frozen the entire sky, and the protective true energy surrounding him flowed like a speed. The long sword swung, and the body that was still as motionless as a mountain began to change. His feet were as fast as the wind, and the sword light followed like a shadow, covering the Jiang Duan Dao.

On the other hand, the Jiang Duan Dao's energy was sinking into the sea and the momentum of the sea was shaking. The blood knife in his hand trembled and kept ringing. The dark gray and dark aura, like a tide, was like a strange dragon hidden in the sky and earth. The sound of the sword wind breaking through the air suddenly rose, and the blood knife condensed into a blood-colored sword light to rush through the condensed air curtain. Half of the sky and earth suddenly turned into a ferocious blood color, and the endless blood sea prison suddenly formed.
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