In the three-sect competition, the situation in Beihan is not optimistic. Now the first Qianyun Cave, which is now at the middle level of the spirit, is next to Bai Yifeng. Looking at the situation in the field, I couldn't help but sigh: "If it weren't forty years ago, Mei Wangnan, Han Lin and others were in trouble, how could our Beihan talents wither so far?"

Elder Zhou, the former Wanling Cave, and the present Wanling Cave, shook his head even though he heard the words of the Qianyun Cave.

"Hundreds of meditations, eighteen Supreme Spirits and one Spirit Saint High-level Great Perfection all fell! It can be said that I have been in the great disaster for thousands of years in Beihan. Not to mention those spiritual realms, now it is the eighth-grade spiritual root Mei Lingfeng, and the purple snow demon Han Zixiang is alive. I will never let Tianhuang Sect and Jiangxue Pavilion bully people so much?"

When the others heard this, they nodded slightly. Although Mei Lingfeng and Han Zixiang were inferior in character, it is undeniable that they were probably the Beihan genius who was not as good as Bai Yifeng.

Bai Yifeng's face was calm when he heard this, then smiled indifferently and said, "What the two leaders said is right! If those two are there, their cultivation will definitely be above Feng Zhao! However, if you are in trouble with Beihan, I will kill you!"

Qianyun and Wanling, the two first seats, smiled bitterly, but in fact, they didn't know this. When talking about Mei and Han, they were just sighing when Beihan was no one now.

"Han Bingyi, if one of Lishui could come out of seclusion, he would definitely be able to reverse the defeat! But——" Qianyun's head sighed and did not continue.

Obviously, the three factions cannot refer to these two people.

"The spring trees are renewed, and the dead trees are blooming! What Master Ku said in the past is not wrong. Let me wait and see if it changes! Moreover, the true master Qianzang passed it down. Although this competition is difficult, there must be a moment when the situation changes sharply. Let you stay calm!" Bai Yifeng said lightly.

Everyone nodded. In fact, there was no better way for everyone than this time. Since Shinzang and the Sect Master could both sit on Diaoyutai, everyone would feel at ease.

When Bai Yifeng turned his eyes to the Bluestone Square, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes unaware. Although Bai Yifeng described calmness, it was because he could not be confused, but he was not sure in his heart.

The competition between Tianhuang Sect and Jiangxue Pavilion is definitely not a good intention, so he naturally had already seen it. Although Beihan Sect still has two ancestors, Zhang and Zhou, and Qianzang Zhenren, the three spiritual saints, if Tianhuang Sect and Jiangxue Pavilion attack with all their might, Beihan Sect will definitely not be its rival.

The only thing that can be relied on is the soul-level ancestor in the black fog of Zhenbei Peak. However, Bai Yifeng was really unsure. Since the mysterious and painstaking ancestor took Amu forty years ago, there has been no news.

What is the Black Mist? Is that Master Kuaishou still in Beihan Sect? Bai Yifeng didn’t know at all.

"I hope that the innate hexagram of Qianzang Zhenren will be completely missed." Bai Yifeng said in his heart, and at the same time he gently breathed out a turbid breath.

And at this moment, the situation on the field had changed.

In fact, the monks and Feng Zhao of Jiangxue Pavilion are both at the beginning of the spirit level, and the level of the competition is the magic weapon, the use of magic and combat experience.

At this time, Feng Zhao saw the flying sword in his hand directly expelling it, and a lightning light forced the monks from Jiangxue Pavilion to retreat. At the same time, Feng Zhao formed seals on his chest with both hands, silently chanting the mantra in his mouth, the red robe was swelling, and the spiritual energy was like a tide.

For a moment, the entire Bluestone Square was filled with cold air and the temperature dropped sharply.

"Snow--" A monk from the Northern Wilderness exclaimed.

Goodbye, heavy snow all over the sky suddenly appeared. Feng Zhao finally used his most powerful life and death technique.

"The Snow Realm!" Feng Zhao shouted. Heavy snow filled the entire bluestone square with a radius of hundreds of feet, and no one came. This snow realm is a great magic from the North Han Sect to the spiritual level. Feng Zhao's technique was personally passed down by Bai Yifeng and is extremely powerful.

The monk from Jiangxue Pavilion frowned slightly. At this time, the wind and snow were everywhere in his eyes, and there was no light. Where could the wind shine?

"The art of barrier?" This cultivator of Jiangxue Pavilion is also the best in Jiangxue Pavilion, but he didn't expect that Feng Zhao could set up such a powerful barrier.

Just as he was stunned, he saw thousands of ice swords in the void in the barrier, shining coldly, falling down like hail with a biting coldness.

"Hmph!" The cultivator of Jiangxue Pavilion snorted coldly, and the high-level spiritual treasure flying sword in his hand was unveiled.

"Broken—" The high-level spiritual treasure flying sword is bright and it directly protects the top of its head.

boom--

The millions of ice swords directly turned into crystal fragments and were scattered in the snow realm.

However, as soon as he stopped his move, he saw the snow surging on the ground. The ground was covered with bluestone, but it was already covered with heavy snow.

The terrain was surging, and the snow waves rolled, rolling upwards, and they were more than ten feet high, like a ground dragon, heading straight for him.

The monk from Jiangxue Pavilion suddenly flew up, and at the same time, he sacrificed a spiritual talisman with one hand.

A ball of red light headed straight for the snow waves.

"Split!"

With a "huh", the red light turned into flames and the snow waves intersected, and both disappeared invisible at the same time.

"This is the technique of snow movement!"

Although he avoided the attack here, the monks of Jiangxue Pavilion gradually tightened their eyebrows. It seemed that within this barrier, the other party could launch an attack at will. If he could not crack it out and his spiritual power was exhausted, he would be trapped here.

One after another, the wind shone in the snow realm was constantly attacking. The monks of Jiangxue Pavilion, relying on their outstanding cultivation and magic weapons, were in danger. However, they had consumed a lot of spiritual power and looked extremely embarrassed.

At this time, Fengzhao could see him, but he could not see Fengzhao.

"It's almost done!" Feng Zhao thought to himself, "It's time for this time!"

Thinking in his heart, Feng Zhao's seal script changed.

The Fengzhao magic changed, and the monks of Jiangxue Pavilion in the Snow Realm were the sharpest perception. They attacked one after another and paused slightly.

The monks of Jiangxue Pavilion had just breathed a sigh of relief, but in an instant he felt that the world of the snow realm had changed.

It was just a vast area, as if boundless. But at this moment, the monks of Jiangxue Pavilion could see the end of the world at a glance, and seemed to see the wind illumination standing in the snow realm.

It was an extremely strange feeling.

"Not good!" The monk from Jiangxue Pavilion cried inwardly, because the barrier was constantly collapsed and compressed.

The boundless space suddenly came to my face. Everything around, including the heaven and earth, seemed to be rushing towards me.

This is a rapid compression of space, and everything in front of you is enough to suffocate. Who can imagine that the space you live in will suddenly compress rapidly with you as the center.

Moreover, the snow realm is not only compressing, but also has a sudden cooling temperature. The spiritual realm monks are invincible with cold and heat, and the changes in nature have long been outside their bodies.

However, at this time, the monk from Jiangxue Pavilion felt the cold air hitting his body, his body was slightly stiff and his spirit was a little dazed.

The monks of Jiangxue Pavilion tried hard to maintain a clear and clear mind. If he could not break through this barrier at this time, the best way was to shout and admit defeat!

But who is the cultivator of the three great immortals in the Northern Wilderness, who is above the sky, can represent the appearance of this sect and stand on the arena?

To admit defeat? It’s better to die! Otherwise, how could three people be seriously injured in the battle of Dingxiu in Beihan Sect?

The same is true for the monks in Jiangxue Pavilion, and the three immortal sects each have their own pride.

Goodbye, the murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the monk Jiangxue Pavilion, and he remembered the palace master's order - he must seriously injure the monk Beihan at any cost. The serious consequences were even more resolute.

At this time, he could not rely on his cultivation to break out of the barrier, but could only use his strength to break it.

Thinking of this, the monk from Jiangxue Pavilion gritted his teeth and slapped the storage bag. A colorful light ball, now in his hand. This is the final ultimate method of the monk from Jiangxue Pavilion. Originally, he did not intend to use it, but it was no longer possible to not use this colorful light ball at this time. He was already forced to a dead end by the wind.

Basically, the wind that was sure to win was not taken lightly.

If the monks of Jiangxue Pavilion refuse to admit defeat, Feng Zhao would not mind seriously hurting one, so as to avenge the Tianhuang Sect and Jiangxue Pavilion together to suppress Beihan's hatred in the past three days.

But at this moment, Feng Zhao suddenly saw the Cultivator of Jiangxue Pavilion in the Snow Realm, and a colorful light ball appeared in his hand.

"Destroy the Spirit Thunder!" Feng Zhao was shocked.

Feng Zhao followed Bai Yifeng for many years and naturally recognized this thing. Back then, in order to make Amu kill Han Zixiang, Bai Yifeng specially gave Amu a spirit-destroying thunder.

However, the silver thunder ball was called the Spirit-Destroying Silver Thunder, which was much purer and more powerful than the colorful thunder in the hands of the monks of Jiangxue Pavilion.

However, as long as it is a spirit-destroying thunder, it will inevitably contain a trace of soul power. Even the powerful spirit-destroying thunder will not dare to regret its sharpness, and it will be easier to kill the spirit-destroying thunder.

Although the Snow Realm shining in the wind is powerful, if you want to stop the power of the Spirit-Destroying Thunder, it is still much worse.

As soon as the seven-colored light ball appeared in the hands of the monks in Jiangxue Pavilion, Feng Zhao knew that it was not good and his body had already activated. With Feng Zhao's Xu Ling's cultivation level back then, he could use the peerless body technique that was almost teleported in the spiritual realm. You can imagine how fast Feng Zhao's body technique should be now.

But no matter how fast your body movement is, you cannot escape the power of your soul.

Feng Zhao just left after only a hundred feet away, and then she felt her body stagnated.

"Boom boom--" The flying snow in the sky was mixed with seven colors of light, which was dazzling. The earth was shaking, and it seemed that the entire Beihan Hall was shaking.

The wind shines on the red robe and flies like a red butterfly, and his body is like a kite with broken strings, which is directly shaken out.

Seeing this scene, a man flew out directly under Bai Yifeng, raised his hand and directly held Feng Zhao. This old man was no one else, but the old man who held a bell among the five great spiritual masters of Sunset Peak.

After catching Feng Zhao, the old man hurriedly took out a pill from the storage bag and stuffed it directly into Feng Zhao's mouth. Then, he pressed Feng Zhao's back heart with one palm and a pure spiritual energy flowed in.

"How?" Bai Yifeng said lightly.

"I have no worries about my life, but my cultivation level is probably half-cut! I'm afraid it will be difficult to break through the realm and advance to the point in the future." The old man frowned and looked at Feng Zhao, who was bleeding all over his body and was unconscious.

"Send back to Sunset Peak, it's good to be conditioned!" Bai Yifeng didn't say much, but his tight cheeks were enough to show his anger.

At this time, the cultivator of Jiangxue Pavilion who sacrificed the spirit-destroying thunder was not much better.

The compressive power of the Snow Realm and the power of the spirit-destroying thunder collided and superimposed, and the deep center of the vortex of the Crimson Snow Pavilion was enough to tear apart all the monks below the Spirit Saint.

Therefore, the moment he sacrificed the spirit-destroying thunder, he also avenged his will to die.

The Shuiyun Taoist robe directly turned into ashes, and the high-level spiritual treasure flying sword was also shaken away. When the cultivator of Jiangxue Pavilion flew backwards, half of his body exploded, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

A spiritual cultivator flew out from Jiangxue Pavilion. He unveiled the storage bag and directly collected the cultivator's body.
Chapter completed!