"Huh?" Han Bingyi didn't expect Amu to wake up from the illusion so quickly, the brilliance in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and at the same time he felt that his eyes were stinging and his head was swollen, this was the result of the backlash of his divine sense, fortunately, it was not heavy.

A complicated look flashed in Han Bingyi's eyes again, and Amu really broke his phantom blood magic technique.

At the same time, as soon as she gritted her teeth, the seals of her hands changed suddenly, and the Cold Moon Divine Sword, which had been hanging above her head, hummed and groaned, and then directly turned into a streamer and went straight to Amu.

A high-level spirit treasure, a weapon of great killing, this Cold Moon Divine Sword can almost crack the void.

"Ten million Daohua, nine days of ice!" Han Bing changed according to the seal on his hand, and at the same time broke off.

I saw that the Cold Moon Divine Sword that flew towards Amu instantly turned into ten, ten into hundreds, and hundreds into thousands. The dense sword rays hit Amu like ice and rain, like a meteor shower. At the same time, Han Bingyi raised his eyebrows, and the power of the void spirit suddenly dispersed, pressing directly towards Amu.

"Amu, this is my zuihou blow!" Han Bingyi whispered to himself, watching intently how Amu responded.

"Ethereal Suppression!"

"And one of Han Bingyi's three stunts, Binglin Nine Heavens!

"However, this Ice Nine Heavens is not an all-out blow! Han Nizi still has reservations!"

"Strike with all your might? You really think this is a life-and-death fight! That's it, if Amu can block it, he can be regarded as qualified to fight with Han Zixiang! Binglin Jiutian strikes with all his strength, even if you and I don't dare to greet it!"

The four Spirit Realm elders hadn't seen such a wonderful battle for a long time.

At this time, the scriptures of the Ancient Desolate Demon Sutra kept reverberating in Amu's sea of knowledge. That mighty sound contains the magic of the ancients, like the echo of the avenue, proud of all generations. Although the coercion of Han Bingyi's spiritual realm was powerful, it didn't work at all at this time.

The blood-red lightning in Amu's eyes intertwined, and the demonic consciousness that relied on the power of the Desolate Demon Sutra scriptures turned into countless invisible swords and flew out. Amu could almost feel the sound of Han Bingyi's coercion shattering in the echoes of his Desolate Demon Sutra.

"Click-click-" The sound of countless crystals breaking. All coercion is ineffective under the demonic consciousness attached to the power of the scriptures of the Desolate Demon Sutra.

The moths are red and kill themselves.

The Cold Moon Divine Sword is incarnated into tens of millions, thousands of sword rays, sandwiched with the coldest to the coldest yin qi. The ice is coming to the nine heavens, and it is really like the nine heavens, and thousands of ice are falling.

With such a blow, it is definitely possible to kill all the monks below the Spirit Realm in an instant.

"Hmph!" Amu sneered, and with a thought, the black rattan was already in his hand.

The black mangs in Amu's hands swallowed, and I don't know if this black rattan was stimulated by the scriptures of the Desolate Demon Sutra, the black rattan at this time was extremely powerful, and there seemed to be countless black flames surrounding it.

"Break!" This time, Amu didn't go straight to the Cold Moon Sword as usual, after all, this is Han Bingyi's magic weapon, but as soon as the word "break" came out, the black rattan and black mangs were displayed, and Amu directly used the method of the sword to make it whirl and fly.

The black rays of the Dao Dao stirred the void, instantly forming a huge black whirlwind, and the eye of the wind looked like a black hole. This black whirlwind is like a storm in the last days, and it seems to be sweeping the Three Realms.

"Uh! Quickly strengthen the barrier!" the old man with long eyebrows suddenly shouted. Because at the moment when the Amuhei rattan rolled up the whirlwind, the enchantment under the joint efforts of the four spirit realm masters actually shook slightly.

"This black mang is too rebellious! What level of magic weapon is it?"

"It looks like a rattan! This is definitely my northern cold thing, the murderous aura is too heavy!"

"Be careful, reinforce the barrier!"

"Whew-" "Whew-" "Whew-"

The whirlwind stirred by the black rattan surged uncontrollably, and the ten thousand sword rays that the Cold Moon Divine Sword turned into were powerful, but the light dimmed in an instant, and then all of them were swept into it and disappeared.

The wind is howling, and the devil is roaring. The power of the black rattan once again shocked everyone, including Amu.

Amu's eyes were staggered with blood-red electricity, his long hair was flying wildly, he was dressed in a white robe hunting, there was an endless black whirlwind above his head, and he was still stepping on a black Tianxuan flying saucer under his feet.

Amu is like a god and demon from the sky in the last days, although he is handsome in appearance, he has an endless demonic appearance.

He actually walked slowly towards Han Bingyi step by step, the endless coercion, like the arrival of the Ancient Demon King, unstoppable.

"Oh no, the barrier is going to be broken!"

The faces of the four old men changed suddenly, and each of them suddenly spurted out a stream of essence blood. The four streamers suppressed the Quartet respectively.

But it was too late, the black whirlwind, unstoppable, spinning wildly, this enchantment space was directly distorted, and it was about to be twisted into pieces.

"Be careful—"

"Boom, boom, boom-" The rumbling sound was like the collapse of the Great Mountain, and the sky was brittle.

The enchantment laid by the four Spirit Realm monks was actually unbearable to withstand the furious Liliang of the black rattan, and it was shattered.

The four old men each used their secret skills to protect themselves as much as possible. The old man holding the big golden bell even sacrificed the golden bell in the hundreds.

The golden bell is a strange treasure, rising in the wind, and it is more than ten feet high. The moment the enchantment was shattered, there was a slight "clanging bell", and the loud sound that should have resounded in the sky was actually absorbed by the golden bell, and the other three old men were also busy protecting everything around them.

Fortunately, although the power of the black rattan was violent, the power of the enchantment still completely dissolved the black whirlwind.

On Tongtian Peak, the smoke vanished, and everything disappeared the moment the barrier disappeared, as if everything was happening.

"Ah!" At this time, the four old men had palpitations, appeared out, turned their heads to look again, and couldn't help but be shocked.

Not far away, Amu was in a white robe like snow, with long hair flying, stepping on a Tianxuan flying saucer and holding a black rattan. And the black rattan pointed directly at the center of Han Bingyi's eyebrows, and the distance was no more than a foot.

"What kind of monk are you?" At this time, Han Bingyi's face was calm and joyless, but there was a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, this was not an intentional injury by Amu, and when he broke the spell after death, Han Bingyi acted as a counterattack for the spellcaster.

At this moment, her whole body is imprisoned, as long as Amu's black rattan vomits, she can be killed in an instant.

"I'm a demon! my path is unstoppable!" Amu was expressionless, and his voice was as cold as ice for thousands of years, "Three days later, Han Zixiang will die on the platform of life and death!"

As he spoke, Amu held the black rattan in his hand, and the black rattan retreated directly into his body.

Listening to Amu's words, Han Bingyi suddenly smiled, this smile can turn all beings upside down and overwhelm the city and the country. This smile, from the heart, makes Han Bingyi beautiful.

"Amu, in three days, I'll go and watch the battle for you! Han Zixiang is proficient in all kinds of spells, not that I can imitate it! You must be careful to deal with it! This sword is borrowed from you! Although this Cold Moon Divine Sword is invincible to your black rattan, it is better than nothing!" Saying that, Han Bing grabbed it according to the void, and the Cold Moon Divine Sword was held in his hand and handed it directly to Amu. And Han Bingyi smiled like a flower, looking at Amu.

"Hmm, hehe, this Han Nizi used to smile like this! It's so beautiful!" The old man with long eyebrows and the other four stood in the distance, and sighed in his heart at the same time, "Fortunately, this is not a battle of life and death, otherwise with the strength shown by Amu, it is not easy to say that Han Bingyi is going all out!"

Han Bing saw the four of them earlier, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but fly his cheeks, but he looked at Amu with a firm gaze.

Amu looked at Han Bingyi, sighed, and didn't refuse, because he knew that three days later, it would be the main battle of Lishui, and Lishui had not yet had a magic weapon to be used.

"Thank you!" Amu took the Cold Moon Divine Sword, "Senior Sister Han, Amu understands the feelings of today's trial!

As he spoke, Amu bowed to the four elders with long eyebrows from afar, and said loudly: "Thank you for the protection of the four seniors! Say hello to Bai Shouzuo on my behalf, Amu will definitely live up to his mission!"

Then, Ah Mutou didn't look back, and directly stepped on the Tianxuan flying saucer, with the undispersed demonic energy, and went to the small courtyard of the back mountain.

Han Bingyi was always smiling, looking at Amu stupidly, just now Amu was full of demonic intent, with a black whirlwind on his head, and walked in front of him step by step, that image was very tall. At that moment, everything about Amu was deeply engraved in Han Bingyi's heart. Thousands of years later, it has never been forgotten.

Although Amu broke the barrier, and the black rattan pointed directly at his forehead, Han Bingyi was not angry at all.

"I'm a demon! my path is unstoppable!" Han Bingyi thought of Amu's appearance, full of joy. Although Amu was full of demonic anger after the war, and his words were as cold as ice, Han Bingyi just liked the appearance of Amu demonic energy.

"Remember!" A ripple spread, and De Amu said this, and Han Bingyi thought that everything was worth it.

"Demon, demon!" the four old men sighed and shook their heads, it seemed that the future shijie would always belong to the young people, and then the four of them left with Amu disappearing.