The three factions are very compared, and the situation in the northern cold is not optimistic. Now the first seat of the Thousand Cloud Cave, which is already at the middle level of the Supreme Spirit, is on Bai Yifeng's side, looking at the situation in the field, he can't help but sigh: "If it weren't for the chaos of Mei Wangnan, Han Lin and others forty years ago, how could my Northern Han talents wither to this point?"

In the past, the elders of the Ten Thousand Souls Cave, and now the first seat of the Ten Thousand Souls, listened to the words of the first seat of the Thousand Cloud Cave, and they couldn't stop shaking their heads.

"Hundreds of cultivators, eighteen supreme spirits, and one spirit saint high-level Great Perfection have all fallen! Not to mention those spiritual realms, now that the eight-rank spiritual root Mei Lingfeng and the purple snow demon Han Zixiang are alive, they will never let the Heavenly Desolate Gate and Jiangxue Pavilion be so deceitful?"

When the other people heard this, they also nodded slightly. Although Mei Lingfeng and Han Zixiang have inferior character, it is undeniable that they are afraid that Bai Yifeng is not comparable to the Northern Cold Wizards.

When Bai Yifeng heard this, his face was calm, and then he smiled indifferently and said: "What the two leaders said is good! If those two are here, their cultivation will definitely be above the wind! However, I will kill those who make trouble in the northern cold!"

Qianyun and Wan Ling smiled bitterly, in fact, how did the two of them not know this truth. Talking about Mei and Han, it is just a momentary sigh when there is no one in Beihan now.

"If one person can get out of the pass, it will definitely be able to reverse the defeat!" But—" Qianyun Shouza sighed and didn't continue.

Obviously, the matter of the big comparison of the three factions does not refer to these two people.

"The spring trees are renewed, and the dead trees grow flowers! What the bitter ancestor said in the past will not be wrong, you and I will wait and see what happens! And Qianzang Zhenren passed down the word, although this big competition is difficult, but there will be a time when the situation will take a sharp turn, let you wait for a while!" Bai Yifeng said lightly.

Everyone nodded, in fact, compared to this time, everyone had no good way. Since both the Qianzang real person and the sect master can sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, then everyone will feel a little at ease.

And when Bai Yifeng set his eyes on the bluestone square, a trace of worry flashed imperceptibly in his eyes. Don't look at Bai Yifeng's description of calmness, that's because he can't mess around, but he doesn't have much confidence in his heart.

The big competition between Tianhuangmen and Jiangxue Pavilion this time was by no means goodwill, and he naturally had already seen it. Now although the Northern Han Sect still has two patriarchs, Zhang and Zhou, and Qianzang Zhenren is in charge of the three Spirit Saints, if the Heavenly Desolate Gate and the Jiangxue Pavilion go all out, the Northern Han Sect will definitely not be its opponent.

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 not sure. Forty years ago, the mysterious Painstaking Patriarch took Amu away, and there has been no news.

What the hell is over there in the black mist? Is that Bitter Heart Patriarch still in the Northern Cold Sect? Bai Yifeng didn't know at all.

"I hope that the innate hexagram of Qianzang Zhenren is not missing. Bai Yifeng said secretly in his heart, and at the same time gently exhaled a mouthful of turbidity.

At this moment, the situation on the field has changed.

In fact, the monks of the Snow Pavilion and Feng Zhao are both at the beginning of the Supreme Spirit, and their realms are comparable, and the competition is the use of magic weapons, spells, and combat experience.

At this time, I saw the flying sword in Feng Zhao's hand directly sacrificed, and a flash of lightning forced the monks of Jiangxue Pavilion to retreat. At the same time, the wind shines on his chest with both hands, reciting the mantra silently in his mouth, the red robe is drumming, and the aura is like a tide.

For a time, the entire bluestone square was cold and the temperature plummeted.

"Snow—" A monk from the Northern Wilderness whispered.

Zaijian, heavy snowfall, abruptly born. Feng Zhao finally used his most powerful life and death technique.

"Snow Boundary!" the wind shouted. On the entire bluestone square with a radius of 100 feet, the snow was thick and there was no one to come. This snow realm is a high-level magic technique of the Northern Han Sect, and this technique is even more passed down by Bai Yifeng, which is extremely powerful.

The monk of the Jiangxue Pavilion frowned slightly, at this time, the wind and snow were full of wind and snow in his eyes, and he couldn't see the sun, where was the shadow of the wind?

"Enchantment technique?" This Xue Pavilion monk is also a leader in the Xue Pavilion, but he didn't expect Feng Zhao to be able to lay such a powerful enchantment.

Just as he was stunned, he saw that thousands of ice swords in the void within the enchantment were glowing with cold light, and with a piercing chill, they fell straight down like hailstones.

"Hmph!" the Xue Pavilion monk snorted coldly, and the high-grade spirit treasure flying sword in his hand was unfurled.

"Shattered-" The high-level spirit treasure flying sword was clear, directly protecting the top of his head.

Boom -

Those tens of thousands of ice swords directly turned into crystal fragments and scattered in the snow realm.

However, as soon as he received the recruitment. The ground in Zaijian was full of snow, and the ground that was originally covered with bluestone was already covered with heavy snow at some point.

The terrain surged, and the snow waves rolled, rolling wave after wave, full of more than ten zhang high, like a dragon on the ground, rolling straight towards him.

The Monk of the Snow Pavilion flew up suddenly, and at the same time, he sacrificed a spirit rune with one hand.

A cloud of red light went straight to the snow wave.

"Scatter!"

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

"It's a snow technique!"

Although he dodged the attack here, the Xue Pavilion monk's brows tightened, and it seemed that within this barrier, the other party could attack at will. If you can't crack it out, your spiritual power will be exhausted, and you will be trapped and die here.

One after another, within the wind-lit snow boundary, attacks continued. The monk of the Snow Pavilion, relying on his good cultivation as a magic weapon, is not in danger. However, it really consumed a lot of spiritual power, and it looked extremely embarrassing.

At this time, the wind can see him, but he can't see the wind.

"Almost!" Feng Zhao thought to himself, "This time should be the time!"

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

As soon as the wind illumination technique changed, the monks of the Jiangxue Pavilion in the snow realm were the most keenly perceived. Fang just attacked one after another, and paused slightly.

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

Fang is a vast expanse, seemingly boundless. But at this moment, the monk of the Snow Pavilion saw the end of this shijie at a glance, and seemed to see the wind light standing in the snow boundary.

It was a very strange feeling.

"Not good!" the Snow Pavilion monk squealed as the barrier continued to collapse and compress.

The boundless space is instantaneous. Everything around him, including heaven and earth, seemed to pounce on him.

It's a rapid squeeze of space, and everything in front of you is enough to suffocate. Who would have imagined that the space you live in will suddenly be rapidly compressed with you as the center.

Moreover, this snow realm is not only compressing, but also the temperature is cooling. The spiritual realm monk can be said to be invasive from cold and heat, and the changes in the natural world have long been outside the body.

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

The monk of the Xue Pavilion tried his best to maintain his clarity, and if he couldn't break through this barrier at this time, the best way to do it was to shout and admit defeat!

But the monks of the three immortals of the Northern Wilderness, who is not the one whose eyes are higher than the sky, who can stand in the ring on behalf of the sect, who is a layman?

Admit defeat? It's better to die! Otherwise, in the battle of the Northern Han Sect's Dingxiu, how could there be three seriously injured?

The monks of the Jiangxue Pavilion are the same, and the three major immortal sects have their own pride.

Zaijian, the eyes of the monk of the Jiangxue Pavilion flashed with murderous intent, and he remembered the order of the palace master - he must seriously injure the monk of Beihan at any cost. The serious consequences are even more resolute.

At this time, he couldn't break out of the enchantment by relying on his cultivation, but only broke it with his strength.

Thinking of this, the monk of the Snow Pavilion gritted his teeth and patted the storage bag. A ball of colorful light, now in the hand. This is the ultimate means of this Snow Pavilion monk, Zuihou. Originally, he didn't plan to use it, but at this time, it was no longer possible to use this colorful light ball, and he had been forced to a dead end by Fengzhao.

Basically, the victory is not taken lightly.

If, this Jiangxue Pavilion monk refuses to admit defeat, Feng Zhao doesn't mind seriously injuring one, in order to repay the Heavenly Desolate Sect and Jiangxue Pavilion for working together to suppress the revenge of the Northern Han in the past three days.

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

"Soul Slayer Thunder!" Feng Zhao was shocked.

Fengzhao has followed Bai Yifeng for many years, and naturally knows this thing. Back then, in order to make Amu kill Han Zixiang without fail, Bai Yifeng specially gave Amu a spirit killing thunder.

It's just that the silver thunderball at the beginning, so it was called the Soul Slaying Silver Thunder, was much purer and more powerful than the colored thunder in the hands of the monks of the Xue Pavilion.

But as long as it is a soul destroying thunder, it must contain a trace of soul power. The powerful soul extinguishing thunder is even a spiritual saint monk who does not dare to regret its edge, and it is even easier to kill a spiritual monk.

Although the snow realm of the wind is powerful, if you want to block the power of the soul slaying thunder, it is still too much.

As soon as the seven-colored ball of light appeared in the hand of the monk of the Xue Pavilion, the wind knew that it was not good, and his body was activated. With the cultivation of the void spirit of the wind illuminated back then, you can perform a peerless body method that is almost a spiritual realm teleportation, and you can imagine how fast the wind shines now.

But no matter how fast the body is, it can't escape the soul power.

As soon as Fengzhao withdrew, he felt that his body was stagnant.

"Boom-" The sky is full of snow, mixed with seven-colored lights, colorful and dazzling. The ground shook and the mountains shook, and it seemed that the entire Beihan Hall was shaken.

The wind shone on the red robe and flew like a red butterfly in an instant, and his body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

Seeing this scene, Bai Yifeng flew out directly, raised it with one hand, and directly supported the wind and light. This old man was none other than the old man holding the bell among the five spirit realm masters of Sunset Peak.

Catching Fengzhao, the old man hurriedly took out a pill from the storage bag and stuffed it directly into Fengzhao's mouth. Then, with one palm against the back of Fengzhao's heart, a supreme aura crossed in.

"How?" Bai Yifeng said lightly.

"I don't have to worry about my life, but I'm afraid that the cultivation of this body will be halved! The old man frowned and looked at the wind that was oozing blood and unconscious.

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

At this time, the monk of the Jiangxue Pavilion who sacrificed the Soul Destroying Colored Thunder was not much better.

The compressive power of the Snow Realm and the Liliang of the Spirit Destroying Colored Thunder collided and superimposed, and the center of the deep vortex of the Snow Pavilion monks was powerful enough to tear apart all the monks below the Spirit Saint.

Therefore, the moment he sacrificed the soul destroying thunder, he also repaid the heart of death.

The Water Cloud Dao robe was directly turned into ashes, and the high-level Spirit Treasure Flying Sword was also shaken away. And when the Snow Pavilion monk flew out upside down, he had already exploded half of his body, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

In the Jiangxue Pavilion, a spiritual realm monk also flew out. The storage bag was unfurled, and the monk's body was directly collected.