Once the monk reaches the spiritual realm, any magic weapon can be used, but the power exerted is only a few layers. Although this Nine Dragons Silver Spirit Spear is not Riruo's natal magic weapon, the quality of the primary-level top-level soul treasure is enough for Riruo to play.

The spears and flowers were blooming, the killing machines were bursting, the endless spiritual power was scattered, and the silver dragon was flying, directly covering Tang Yu in it.

"Soul Treasure?" Tang Yu secretly took a breath of cold air.

Although Tang Yu is not bad, after all, his cultivation days are still short. Two hundred years ago, when Mei Wangnan held the Nine Dragons Silver Spirit Spear in the three factions and overwhelmed the others, Tang Yu had not yet been born.

Therefore, she didn't know the Nine Dragons Silver Spirit Spear, but she could sense that it was an extremely powerful soul treasure.

"Nine Dragons Silver Spirit Spear!" "The Pavilion Master of Jiangxue Pavilion, Li Xuezhu, had a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, "It seems that the Northern Han Sect is bound to win this battle!

"Feng Shui takes turns! Mei Wangnan has long since fallen, and the Northern Han Sect is no longer what it used to be! This pear girl is very talented, but it's a pity that she voted for the wrong sect!" The middle-aged monk on Li Xue's side who had thin cheeks and eagle eyes sneered, "The Holy Lotus is not out, and there are almost no usable people in the Northern Han Sect!"

"Holy Lotus?" Lord Li Xue said lightly, "It is said that the Northern Han Ten Rank Peerless Immortal Root, but in the past forty years, who has seen it? Maybe it is just the Northern Han Sect's means to cover people's ears and purposes! Above the Northern Wilderness, the current Northern Han Sect is no longer qualified to be on a par with the Heavenly Desolate Sect and the Jiangxue Pavilion! This big competition, I'm afraid it will be a good thing! Yang Palace Master, get ready!"

After speaking, Lord Li Xue glanced at the direction of the Tianhuang Gate, and then stopped watching the fight in the arena, and gently closed his eyes to recuperate.

The middle-aged monk with thin cheeks and eagle eyes was none other than Yang Dingtian, the palace master of the Chiyang Palace in the three palaces of the Sun, Moon and Star of the Jiangxue Pavilion.

"Pavilion Master rest assured!" Yang Dingtian smiled gloomily.

At this time, the mysterious woman in blue looked at the audience indifferently, as if she hadn't heard the conversation between the two.

In the direction of the Heavenly Desolate Gate, the number of monks was slightly less than that of the Northern Han Sect and the Jiangxue Pavilion. But there were actually fifteen or sixteen spiritual realm cultivators, and there were seven or eight supreme spiritual intermediate monks, and there were even two supreme spiritual high level monks.

From this point of view, the strength of the Heavenly Desolate Sect is far above that of the Jiangxue Pavilion and the Northern Han Sect.

Sitting in the middle was a handsome man with a pale face and a cold expression, wearing a black robe trimmed with gold trim. This black-robed man is extremely beautiful, and between his eyebrows, he is even a little bewitching.

However, ordinary people would never be able to see the cultivation of this black-robed man. It's just that the black-robed man gives people an extremely gloomy feeling.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!" the black-robed man coughed incessantly, his face flushed blood. If Amu saw this black-robed man at this time, he would definitely have a ridiculous feeling.

"Your Highness!" A black-clothed monk under the black-robed man's seat seemed to be a little worried about him, and whispered, but suddenly realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly changed his words, "Young Master!"

The black-robed man looked displeased, glanced at the black-clothed monk coldly, stopped coughing, and then closed his eyes to recuperate.

The black-clothed monk was a high-ranking spiritual monk, but he made a mistake for a while, and the black-robed man glanced at him, and his back was already soaked, and he regretted it.

Fortunately, the black-robed man didn't blame too much, and the black-robed monk secretly said that he was lucky, didn't dare to say more, and set his eyes on the competition in the field.

At this time, the game had just been exchanged, but there were only a dozen rounds. However, on the scene, Liruo has already gained the upper hand.

Don't look at the pear Ruo elegant and beautiful, and the words are polite. But once it is done, it is ruthless and merciless.

The Nine Dragons Silver Spirit Spear in his hand flew up and down, dancing like a wheel, and all kinds of spells of the Northern Han were combined with this primary-level soul treasure to be unleashed, like a tiger with wings.

And although Tang Yu of the Jiangxue Pavilion was at a disadvantage under the suppression of the Nine Dragons Silver Spirit Spear, a pair of jade hooks were cold-cold, tightly guarding the portal, and dancing impervious to wind and rain.

The two of them were basically ice-based spells. Ice arrows, ice blades, ice picks, piercing nails, crystal shields, ice mirrors and other spells are all displayed, which is like a concentrated display of ice spells.

Therefore, the cold air on the bluestone square was gusting, and a thick layer of frost fell in the venue. And the ground that had just been damaged by the Spirit Slaying Thunder had already been repaired automatically.

In the blink of an eye, more than 20 rounds passed, and I still couldn't tell the difference.

Li Ruo thought in his heart, his own was different from Tang Yu, Tang Yu still had at least a few Xue Pavilion monks available behind him, and he could be said to be fighting against the water.

If you want to fight two more games and save face for the Northern Han Sect, then it is best to fight quickly, otherwise if you consume too much spiritual power on Tang Yu, you will win, and it will be difficult to reverse the defeat of the Northern Han.

Thinking of this, Li Ruo shook the spear in his hand, and the spiritual power poured like a tide. With a wave of his hand, the Nine Dragons Silver Spirit Spear was sacrificed in the void by Liruo.

If the pear is sealed with both hands, it will be changed again and again.

"Ten million Daohua, ice is in the ninth day!" Zaijian's Nine Dragons Silver Spirit Spear instantly turned into ten, ten into hundreds, and hundreds into thousands.

Dense gun shadows, like endless silver swimming dragons, rushed towards Tang Yu like a meteor shower.

This "Daohua Ten Million, Ice Nine Days" is one of the three major stunts of Han Bingyi back then, except for Han Bingyi, no one has cultivated the Tianzi vein.

Back then, Han Bing relied on the realm of the void spirit, and with the high-level spirit treasure Cold Moon Divine Sword to perform this technique, the monks at the beginning of the spirit realm had to retreat and dare not compete.

And today, if the pear uses the pure cultivation of the primary level of the Supreme Spirit, and uses the primary-level top-level soul treasure Nine Dragons Silver Spirit Spear to perform this technique, its power is not known to be many times better than that of the cold ice back then.

The sky is full of ice, the silver dragon is roaring, rolling the wind and thunder, and hooking the general trend of heaven and earth.

The Nine Dragons Silver Spirit Spear is incarnated by tens of millions, sandwiched with the coldest to the most yin qi. The ice is coming to the nine heavens, and it is really like the nine heavens, and thousands of ice are falling.

"Tianzi Liruo, worthy of the name!" Tang Yu secretly praised in his heart, but it was this spell, he wanted to defeat her, it seemed that he underestimated the monks of Jiangxue Pavilion.

I saw that Tang Yu had already sacrificed the double hook in the air, crossed up, and scattered the brilliance. At the same time, Tang Yu patted the storage bag, and a crimson brocade flew out.

His hands were sealed, and Tang Yu read the mantra. The crimson brocade rose in the wind, instantly overwhelming the sky, with a radius of dozens of zhang, like a red curtain covering the void.

It seems that the monks of the Jiangxue Pavilion are not inferior in their magic weapon equipment.

"Jiangxue's Fury!" Tang Yu shouted.

Under the red curtain of Zaijian, clusters of red snowflakes scattered in the wind. The red snowflakes were like snow but not snow, and they were like fireballs.

Sneer--whir-boom-boom

Ice is in the nine heavens of the wrath of Jiangxue, and the silver dragon is against Jiangxue. Red and white are intertwined, one after another.

This is definitely the most exciting competition since the three-faction competition. The Northern Wilderness monks outside the arena were dumbfounded, most of them had never seen such a duel.

"Hmph!" Li Ruo in the field sneered, she naturally didn't expect that she would be able to defeat Tang Yu in the Nine Heavens with one ice style, but prepared a more powerful backhand.

It can be said that this Ice Nine Days is just Liruo's preliminary preparation.

At this time, the red curtain covered the sky, blocking the attack of the Nine Dragons Silver Spirit Spear. The red and white snow, rolling and falling, is a strange sight.

The corners of Liruo's mouth curved, and an extremely complicated set of seals formed between her hands.

Suddenly, Liruo's white clothes danced, and purple flames shot out from Liruo's ten fingers, like purple lightning.

"Purple Flame Extreme Fire!" The monks above the Spirit Realm of the Northern Han Sect were all shocked.

Bai Yifeng couldn't help but look at Ziyun, but Ziyun shook her head blankly.

Purple Flame Extreme Fire, the top spell of the Northern Cold Spirit Realm. To say that it is a top-level spell is not to say the level of this spell, but to say that it is powerful.

Back then, when Lishui and Amu fought against the Purple Snow Demon Han Zixiang, Lishui once used the cultivation of the Initial Great Perfection to perform a spell "Red Cloud Cold Fire", and broke all the spells below the Northern Cold Spirit Realm with one move.

Chiyun Cold Fire is a technique that can only be cultivated by monks who cultivate both ice and fire. In the nearly 10,000 years since the establishment of the Northern Han Sect, there are only a few dozen monks who can cultivate both ice and fire, and among them, there are only a handful of monks who can cultivate Chiyun Cold Fire.

Chiyun Cold Fire's control over the monk's physique and techniques is extremely harsh, and those who are not physique specific and non-great determination must not practice.

However, once this Red Cloud Cold Fire is cultivated, it can break all ice spells of the same level, which can be called invincible in the Northern Cold Sect.

And the Purple Flame Extreme Fire that Li Ruo cast today is the spiritual realm upgrade of Chiyun Cold Fire. As soon as this technique comes out, all the ice spells below the Spirit Saint can be broken.

Leaving the water is a ten-grade peerless immortal root, and it cannot be measured by common sense. Liruo has practiced for forty years, and most of the time has been in retreat at Tianzi Peak and penance at Luoyun Cliff.

I didn't expect that Liruo was actually a rare ice and fire dual cultivation for a thousand years. At this point, not only Tang Yu of the Jiangxue Pavilion was surprised, but even the monks of the Northern Han Sect did not expect it.

"Not bad!" Bai Yifeng smiled and nodded slightly. It seems that it is right to let Liruo go. If the pear has such a cultivation, it finally makes up for some of the regrets left by the Northern Cold Rebellion.

"There are really some characters in the Northern Han Sect! I'm afraid this battle won't be able to win!" In her eyes, she saw through the results of this competition at a glance.

In the zaijian field, the pear purple flame burst out. Dao Dao purple mang, instantly penetrating Tang Yu's protection.

"Whew-"

That purple mangs were extremely weird, but as long as Tang Yu's clumps of snow or Liruo's ice thorns and silver rays touched that purple flame, they would be instantly assimilated into purple flames.

The crimson and white snow clusters that had just been raised one after another had all become the fuel for the Purple Flame Extreme Fire, and this was the terrifying thing about the Purple Flame Extreme Fire.

On the bluestone square, the sky is full of purple flames, like surging waves, rolling like a tide.

Tang Yu's spell was broken at this time, and he hurriedly withdrew the red brocade handkerchief. Double hook back hand, about to rush to the sky.

But how could Li Ruo give her such an opportunity, and with a wave of her hand, the Nine Dragons Silver Spirit Spear also returned to her hand.

The black mist rising under his feet was the mid-level Lingbao Tianxuan Flying Saucer that Amu had left for Tianzi Peak. A flash of white shadow is better than teleportation. The power exerted by the Tianxuan Flying Saucer in the hands of today's Liruo is by no means comparable to the Amu of the past.

Tang Yu intuitively saw that in front of him, the white shadow flashed, and the double hook instinctively went outward.

"Open!" Liruo's gun body shook, and directly broke the double hook of the hurried Tang Yu's outer frame.

"Poof-" The tip of the Nine Dragons Silver Spirit Spear pressed down, directly piercing Tang Yu's left rib.