The past cannot be traced, as if it is a cold wind, and the three of them who greeted Jiang Broken Dao were several elders in addition to Beibing Xuance, the master of the first palace of the Night Hades Palace, Li Qingniu, who was dressed in rough cloth and had a face like a villager in the mountains, and Jiang Shenyue, another elder of the Jiang family.

As for the other elders, there was no one in sight, only the three masters of the Night Hades Palace were present, and it was obvious that Beibing Xuan Ce still had a back hand. As for the other disciples of the Night Hades Palace, none of them appeared, because the strength of these young disciples naturally could not participate, so as not to sacrifice senselessly.

Jiang Shenyue's gaze is very complicated, Jiang Broken Dao and him are originally from the Jiang family, and the two are already related. Jiang Broken Knife's dazzling light in the Jiang family has already compared the Jiang family's peers, although Jiang Shenyue is a generation older than Jiang Broken Knife, but he doesn't want the most outstanding disciple of the Jiang family to sink like this.

And the person holding the bloody big knife didn't notice Jiang Shenyue at all, it should be said that Jiang Broken Knife's gaze stayed on Beibing Xuance's body. There was a bit of uninhibited expression on his distorted and scarred face, his hair fluttering and fluttering, the cold and ruthless bloodthirsty aura emanating from his body, and the dark and cold light of the big knife lingered with a faint halo of blood, he was like the Lord of the Underworld.

"Beibing Xuance, I'm not here to catch up with you today, I want to get back what belongs to me. Or, you have two choices, either surrender to me, or the Hades will disappear and cease to exist. A rampant and arrogant tone came out of Jiang Broken Dao's mouth, with endless slaughter in the coldness.

"Jiang Broken Knife, you should go back to the shore, you and I couldn't help ourselves back then, why are you still so obsessed." Seeing the other party's resolute and cold face and the murderous and angry words, Beibing Xuan Ce said helplessly.

"As I said, the things of the past have gone with the wind, and what I am doing now has nothing to do with the events of the past. The Nether Cult should see the light of day again, and the glory of the Nether Cult will bloom in my hands. You're either surrendering to me or you're going to die. As soon as the murderous words came out, the light that swayed down from the east suddenly became extremely cold, and a long sword roar surged out from the blood nether blood knife in Jiang Broken Knife's hand.

The criss-crossing scars, like a talisman of death, Jiang Broken Knife's face immediately became terrifying and hideous.

"Jiang Broken Knife, don't forget, you were once also a disciple of the Night Hades Palace, and you are also a descendant of our Jiang family. What is the difference between you doing this and deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors, I advise you to turn back to the shore. The Netherworld Sect is a Demon Sect, do you really want to enter the Demon, do you want to be the enemy of the martial arts cultivators in the world. Jiang Shenyue, who was standing behind Beibing Xuance, hurriedly said to Jiang Xuandao.

Jiang Broken Dao didn't pay attention to Jiang Shenyue, his eyes showed a dark luster and looked at the Northern Ice Xuance, and directly ignored Jiang Shenyue's words.

And Jiang Shenyue sighed helplessly, he knew in his heart how deep Jiang Broken Knife's resentment against the Jiang family was, if the Jiang family stood on his side back then, then Jiang Broken Knife would not have become like this. And at that time, as the head of the Jiang family, he did not help his own clansmen, which made him feel very guilty, that was the guilt of Jiang Broken Knife, and it was the genius who broke the Jiang family with his own hands. So he blamed himself and felt uncomfortable, so he stepped down as the head of the Jiang family, and passed the position of the head of the Jiang family to another person of the Jiang family.

Until now, he has been tormented by self-blame and guilt, although he is kind and cheerful by nature, but the matter of Jiang breaking the knife will always be a pain in his heart, and he will never forget those desperate eyes. The ginger broken knife that was as warm as jade back then no longer exists, replaced by a bloody cold and crippled demon, and the pain in his heart gushes out like a tide.

"Everything has disappeared, Jiang Broken Knife, it's my responsibility to cause all this. I have said this before, and now I will give you this sentence as well. We are not individuals, we are part of the Hades, we have a responsibility to bear the future of the Hades, if you want to hate, then hate me alone. It's up to me to take care of all this, so let's make a real break between ourselves today. ”

Beibing Xuan Ce's hand moved, and suddenly a long sword flowing with jade luster suddenly appeared, and the burly body condensed the true qi that was rolling and condensed like a cold, the avenue was ruthless, and if the eighth layer of heaven was lovely, the sky would be old. From his eyes, there was even more domineering that came from his own origin, and he was as cold as ice, like a peerless ice god.

The long sword roared like a tremble, the blood knife was trembling, the long sword in the hand of the Northern Ice Xuan Ce was shining with a layer of jade cold ice pith like light, cold and domineering, he came from the Ice Cold God Domain, he swept the world with an endless cold breath, he was the coldest and most ruthless representative of the world.

Some people say that the extreme of ruthlessness is cold and thorough, and the eighth layer of the ruthlessness of the avenue is that if the sky is loved, the sky will be old, and the sky will be ruthless in the end.

The cold and overwhelming, the cold air is pressing, the sword light is flowing like a gorgeous, at this time, the Beibing Xuan Ce condensed the true qi of his whole body, and a faint white light lingered around his body, as if he was wearing a layer of hard ice jade-like armor. He held a long sword, stepped on the ice, and the flowing white jade-like aura rolled up, and the burly and strong body contained the power of the frozen world.

Jiang Broken Knife's gaze froze, and as soon as the Netherworld Blood Knife in his hand was raised, the raging and surging evil qi poured out from the peerless fierce soldier. The knife seemed to have devoured the world's most ferocious blood, and it was emitting a roaring sound. The sword qi was rolling, and the cold and evil qi was churning like a tide, and the ginger broken knife with an endless cold and evil aura was flying wildly, and his hideous face was full of terrifying demonic intent, like the king of the underworld coming to the world again.

"Beibing Xuance, back then, you and I were known as the outstanding disciples of the Night Hades Palace, dominating the Extremely Cold City with one sword and one sword. At that time, we did not distinguish between victory and defeat, and today we do not recognize victory or defeat, but only decide life and death. Jiang Broken Dao said in a deep voice, he raised the peerless fierce soldier and pointed at the Beibing Xuance, and his stubborn expression revealed a bit of ruthlessness that could not be concealed.

Although many people have heard it in a fog, people who have lived in the extremely cold city for some years know Jiang Broken Knife and have heard his story. He broke with the Night Hades Palace and the Beibing Xuance, because of the word 'love', they all say that there are 80,000 words in the world, but the word 'love' hurts the most.

The condensation breath, the bloody anger, the distant battle, the icy chill of the sky and the earth spread, and the fierce and vicious demonic intent rolled up. The two former best friends finally went to the battlefield of life and death, and too many words can only seem so pale and powerless, only the blade in their hands can solve the grievances of the year.

Beibing Xuan Ce's eyes were as bright as lightning, but his body was as cold as ice, and the long sword in his hand was even more like a jade cold aura that froze heaven and earth. And Jiang Broken Knife's pair of blood-red demon eyes were as bright as a glow, and the bloody aura around his body was surging, and the dark black big knife was rolling with a red luster as if devouring all the blood in the heavens and the earth.

The two opposing forces were facing each other nervously, and they knew that no matter how many words they spoke, they could not calm the fighting, and only the blade in their hands could dissolve everything. The condensed gaze only revealed the memory of the past, and the majestic aura that surged up turned into a substantial blade, and their eyes gradually overflowed with stronger and stronger war intent.

Once a sibling, to the current enemy of life and death, all this is a battle of creation and fate. Everyone held their breath and quietly looked at the two people who represented the peak strength of the Extremely Cold City, who was the devil and who was the right path, the good and the devil were not separated, and the battle would be clear. This is the thought of many people, and it is also the expectation of many people, no matter who wins and who dies, everything that happened in the Extremely Cold City today is enough to change the history of the Extremely Cold City, and even change the history of the martial arts cultivation world in the world.

If the long breath in the heart can erase all grievances, then people with different minds hope for a lose-lose ending. The sword is only to protect what it should protect, but the knife is facing the direction that it has identified, no one will underestimate that sword and sword, and the peak duel will definitely bring incomparably shocking power.

As soon as the sword light condensed, a jade light like water burst out from the hand of Beibing Xuan Ce, his tiger eyes were shining, and his tall body was as burly and strong as a mountain, as if his whole body had inexhaustible icy power. The flowing sword light crossed the sky, facing the rising sun, and the cold sword qi froze the soft morning sun.

One by one, wisps of sword qi, the morning light condensed into ice, everything was so casual, as if it was an immortal spell. The cold sword qi, the wisps of sunlight that were frozen into ice, and the long sword that froze the world, instantly turned into the convergence of ten thousand swords, and headed towards the Jiang Broken Knife who was holding a bloody knife and full of evil aura.

The condensed cold air was overwhelming, and the bloody evil qi was tumbling and surging, and the blood knife in Jiang Broken Knife's hand roared loudly, and a layer of bloodthirsty light lingered around the blood knife. Suddenly, the wind and clouds between heaven and earth changed suddenly, the condensed sword qi stirred like a long rainbow, and the bloody sword qi surged like a river roaring waves.

Jiang Broken Knife turned into a Mortal Venerable, holding the blood knife and striding forward, the blood knife swung out with a thunderbolt and swept towards the jade cold sword qi. In an instant, the sky and the earth darkened, and a crisp sword groan sounded from the long sword, and the sharp sound of the blood knife corresponded to each other.

When the sword light flowed, the tall and burly figure had already walked like the wind, condensing the coldest breath in the world, and facing Jiang Broken Dao with the momentum of an ice god looking down on the world. And the man with the hideous face holding the bloody knife is the knife flipped, his figure is like a shadow, and the strange figure seems to melt into the darkness between heaven and earth, although there is the morning sun swaying down, but it cannot show his figure.

The sound of sword light and sword striking was sharp and piercing, Shen Xiong's cold figure, the ghostly and strange posture, the long sword condensed like a gorgeous sword aura, and the blood knife set off a tide-like evil aura, when the fiercest evil qi and the most cold ice qi struck each other, the heaven and earth seemed to be divided into two halves. Half of it was a cold world that was condensed and frozen, and half of it was a cold world that was as bloodthirsty as a demon, only the two different qi forces made a 'whoosh' sound when they hit each other, and the dark gray cold energy and the jade-like cold energy were intertwined with each other, like a thread, dividing the two halves of heaven and earth into two.

The figure is like a whirlwind and dancing, the figure is not moving like a mountain, the two figures intertwined are as fast as the wind, and the weapons in their hands are even more impacting like stars falling. The sound was sonorous, the energy was like an explosion, the Beibing Xuan Ce was as majestic as a mountain, Jiang Broken Knife was as cold as a demon, and the two of them were shocking magic skills in this hand, and the waves of qi set off were agitated, turning into thousands of powerful blades and shooting in all directions.

The figures flickered, and they all avoided the surging blades of qi, the unprecedented pinnacle battle of the Extremely Cold City, one was the master of the first palace of the Night Hades Palace, and the other was the peerless master who was on the same level as the Northern Ice Xuan Ce but disappeared for a decade or two, the confrontation between them must have drawn a strong stroke in the history of the Extremely Cold City, and it can even be said that it shook the total martial arts cultivation world.

Beibing Xuan Ce's eyes were cold, his eyes were cold, and the icy true qi around his body suddenly rose, and the sword light from the long sword in his hand rose even more, and the cold sword qi almost froze the entire sky, and the protective true qi that lingered around him was even more circulating. The long sword waved, and his immovable mountain-like body began to change a little, and his feet were as fast as the wind, and the sword light followed like a shadow, and he walked towards the ginger broken knife.

On the other hand, the ginger broken knife, the momentum of the sea set off a frenzied momentum, and the blood knife in his hand trembled endlessly, and the dark gray aura that rolled like a tide was like a dragon hidden in the heavens and the earth. The sound of the sword wind breaking through the sky rose up, and the blood knife condensed the blood-colored sword and wanted to sprint to the condensed air curtain, half of the heaven and earth suddenly turned into a hideous blood, and the endless blood sea and forest prison suddenly became a prison.

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