At this time, the town in the north of the city has entered winter, and the temperature around it has plummeted, and the ground is immediately covered with a layer of frost. The frost quickly turned into ice, and the ice spread up like life, over the wall, and froze all over the courtyard gate, freezing the entire brewery.

Zhao Jinglun stood still outside the door, smiling slightly, not seeing warmth, only coldness.

In the cold ice around the courtyard, a blue ice fire danced with a snort.

He was just a little unconvinced in his heart: a few big-headed soldiers, the highest one was just a military commander, relying on the reward of the holy decree, he luckily became a vein river realm, such an inferior person, the alliance leader actually asked me to come in person to invite him? He also specially ordered to prepare a generous gift! He is a dignified vein, born in a great family, even if it is not as good as the ancient family, it is not far behind.

He didn't want to really do anything, and the alliance leader's orders would still be carried out, but he had to give these inferior people a disadvantage: before they joined the alliance, teach them what respect is.

What the leader of the alliance asks for is "solicitation", but what he wants to do is "surrender": the result is the same anyway.

"The alliance leader has always been high, he doesn't understand these low-level little people, if they don't beat, they don't know what the rules are!"

......

Zhao Xuan opened his eyes, and the strange array was isolated from the inside and outside, but his own spiritual light flickered around, so it was not too dark.

The Spirit Yuan tide caused by the seven flame waves in her body finally fell, and the realm was stable, far better than before. She sat there for a while, but her eyes looked extremely complicated, and she did not greatly enhance the joy that followed.

"Alas......" Her heart was like an abyss, and she sank too many secrets. Standing up, she came to the back of the door, her jade hand moved slightly, and she was about to open the strange array, but she suddenly sensed something.

Through the strange array of retreat, it was bitterly cold outside! The winter in Saibei is cold, but it will not be so cold. And in this cold, there is a kind of blockade and hostility.

She smiled coldly, but no longer opened the door, and came out of the strange array, outside on the side of the cold ice world, in the thick ice, burning with blue ice and fire.

Her six senses were extremely keen, and just by sensing it in the air, she found that outside the courtyard, there were eight monks lurking in the distance and near and low, all of whom were in the realm of the three realms of the vein river to the vein river.

She sneered even more: I really look up to us!

At this time, there was a young man standing in the courtyard, a white scribe's robe, holding a fan with a broken tooth, and the other hand behind his back, as if he was admiring this frozen "scenery".

That feeling of hostility and blockade emanates from this person.

The man had already sensed her presence, turned around calmly, and smiled at her pretentiously: "Are you from Lingzhou? There is only one way for a woman over there to be an iron mask - not abiding by women's morals and having no face to see people!"

He took a step forward violently, and the Nine Veins River suddenly rushed out, dozens of feet above his head, and attacked Zhao Xuan, roaring Lingyuan erupted!

The huge pressure crushed Zhao Xuan, he suppressed his opponent, and said coldly: "You are all sinners! The imperial court has given you a second chance, but you don't know how to be grateful."

Now, we can give you a third chance, but you have to be obedient and grateful!"

Zhao Xuan looked at it coldly, and the eyes hidden behind the iron mask were even three points colder than the surrounding ice and snow. Behind her, several sparks suddenly exploded, and it looked as if they were about to be extinguished in the biting cold.

But the sparks quickly burned the prairies, and with a roar, seven rolling rivers of fire swept in. The flames were raging and the heat wave was raging, forcing all the surrounding cold to retreat.

Facing Zhao Jinglun's nine glaciers, she didn't fall into the wind, with seven against six, the flames roared, and she actually forced the ice cold back!

Zhao Jinglun's eyes were full of surprise, Zhao Xuan took a step forward, the flames advanced, and the ice retreated. Zhao Jinglun's figure swayed, he wanted to stabilize his "position", and he was unwilling to retreat, but he couldn't stabilize his position under Zhao Xuan's pressure.

Zhao Xuan stretched out her hand and picked it back, and a huge war sword was held in her slender white palm, as light as a feather.

She swung her sword, and in the void above her head, she left a huge half-moon-shaped flame sword mark, which could not be dispersed! The sword pointed at Zhao Jinglun, and the flame intent erupted from the blade, Zhao Jinglun tried his best to resist, and the chill was arranged into a wall in front of him, but he retreated in front of him little by little under the pressure of the flame intent!

He was extremely surprised, he was clearly the Nine Ways of the Pulse River, how could he be inferior to Zhao Xuan of the Seven Ways of the Pulse River? This is completely unreasonable.

Zhao Xuan never said a word, and her thin lips pursed into two orange-red lines, with a beautiful arc.

She took a step forward again, but Zhao Jinglun finally couldn't resist it, shook again, and retreated backwards.

He couldn't figure it out, and his heart was filled with resentment. He came to "teach" Shi Yi and the five people, but he was taught a lesson by an iron-masked woman. His cultivation, background, and family background all made him feel that he was superior and far more noble than this group of "sinners", but he was unable to teach an inferior person, which made his heart burn with jealousy.

He waved back, and the spiritual light on the ground suddenly rose, connecting into huge formation lines. The eight people on the periphery launched together, hooking up the big array.

Zhao Xuan was suppressed on the spot.

Zhao Jinglun's aura soared, he straightened his body, and with the help of the Qi Array and the eight subordinates of the Maihe Realm, he finally overpowered Zhao Xuan.

There was a twisted pride in him, and he still felt like he was on top of it, and he had found that ridiculous confidence.

He pulled it casually, and the cold qi condensed into chains, locking Zhao Juan's seven rivers of fire, pulling them to the side, and then condensing four more glaciers, freezing Zhao Silk's limbs.

There was an inexplicable flame beating in Zhao Xuan's eyes, and it seemed that he couldn't help it.

Zhao Jinglun didn't realize that he was "rising" from the humiliation he had just suppressed, and he wanted to punish the enemy fiercely - he grabbed Zhao Xuan's iron face: "I heard that those lowly women will be tattooed with the adulterer's name on their faces......"

A volley of thunder and lightning shot out, and under the suppression of the strange array, it was as agile as a dragon without restraint, and it blew Zhao Jinglun's hand to pieces with a click!

"Ahh

He screamed, flesh and bones splashing his face. He hugged his broken arm and retreated, angry, all the gentleness and elegance of the disciples of the family were gone, and he was embarrassed and angry: "What kind of person, are you looking for death!"

Song Zheng was already standing in the courtyard, he didn't look at Zhao Jinglun, who was a clown, and asked in a deep voice: "Sister Zhao, are you hurt?"