Han Qianli looked at Amu, showing a look of relief, then retracted his gaze and shouted to the three of Ziyu: "Wait and retreat!

With this burst of drinking, the coercion dissipated, and directly sent Ziyu, Lishui, and Liruo to Bai Yifeng's side. Bai Yifeng was satisfied, knowing that everything was irreversible, sighed, and directly locked the three of them with the coercion of the spirit realm, and did not dare to speak again.

Zaijian Han Qianli suddenly sealed his hands, his white robe swayed, his long hair flew, and then a majestic spiritual power like the sea rose to the sky, and the blade of snow flew out.

Han Qianli stood in the void, with white mangs protecting his body, and his coercion was endless, just like a real immortal.

This is the first time that Han Qianli has displayed a different phase in front of so many Northern Han disciples.

Han Qianli's hand changed the seal, as if he was casting some secret method, and everyone sensed the vast spiritual power surging between heaven and earth, and they were like a small boat in the sea, floating involuntarily. This is the liliang of the Spirit Saint Monk.

Then, Han Qianli broke off and shouted: "Get up!"

A white light shot straight into the sky, as if opening a gate of heaven, and the cloudless cliffs in the day were all lit up.

"Boom-" "Boom-"

Suddenly, a dark shadow in the void obscured the daylight. There seems to be a small mountain coming from the north of the northern cold.

"Moving mountains and moving seas!" Mei Wangnan exclaimed, this is one of the secret techniques of the Northern Han Sect. Move mountains and seas, force the town in all directions!

It is said that the Spirit Saint Monk has great magic power and can move mountains and seas, but it is the first time that the people of the Northern Han have seen this earth-shattering great magic.

What flew in the void was not actually a small mountain, but a stone platform nearly ten zhang high and a hundred zhang in circumference from the mountain peak north of the Northern Cold. Although it is a platform, it looks like a small mountain, and I don't know how many million catties! To be able to detain such a high platform is not a human liliang at all.

This is almost immortal!

The stone platform fell from the sky, like a great seal that turned the sky and fell directly, frightening many disciples to dodge in a hurry, and the high-level monks hurriedly protected the disciples around them, and countless Taoist figures jumped into the air.

"Boom-" Dozens of feet of smoke and dust rolled up, and the entire ancient pine and stone mounds under the Luoyun Cliff were directly driven into the ground, and the connected peaks were shaken. Many disciples couldn't dodge it, and they were almost crushed to death directly, looking quite embarrassed.

"This station is named life and death! In the future, if I have personal grievances in the Northern Han Sect, both parties are willing, and they can die on this stage!" Han Qianli's eyes were like electricity, he glanced at the audience, and then said coldly, "You two go on stage!"

Han Qianli's technique of moving mountains and seas shocked the audience, this great spell that seized the power of heaven and earth was comparable to the power of immortals, even the most spiritual monks, and they couldn't avoid such great mana.

Amu's expression was a little strange, he always felt that everything Han Qianli did today seemed to be not as simple as a life-and-death duel, but had another deep meaning.

Yang Yun was even more drumming in his heart, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong. There should be no suspense if you win Amu by yourself, can you win over the immortals?

Therefore, Yang Yun couldn't think of such a mobilization of the people, and even detained this high platform with his own hands, and there was no need to do so if he wanted to get rid of Amu himself. I was puzzled, but at this time he was not allowed to think too much.

A Mu's eyes flashed with darkness, and the Tianxuan flying saucer rose under his feet, and he went directly to the hundred-zhang square platform.

Yang Yun moved his mind, and without pretending to be a foreign object, he rose up and landed on the square platform.

This is not a level of combat at all. One needs a magic weapon to fly, and the other can be a hundred feet in a few steps, which is a competition without any suspense. Even in the eyes of many, this is not a competition, but a massacre!

"Hehe! This time Amu is dead!" Zhao Xian, Li Tong, and Deng Yan who were crowded in the crowd couldn't help but smile evilly at each other. In addition to them, there are also many disciples who are jealous of Amu, or those who are friends with Yang Yun and Yang Feng, and they are also looking forward to Amu's death.

"Amu-" Lishui hissed.

"Fool-" Ziyu bit her lower lip and looked at Amu on the stage, tears slightly tucked up in the corners of her eyes.

In their opinion, Amu is using suicide to defend his dignity, the dignity of a cultivator who has not raised immortal roots.

Amu heard their shouts, but he didn't answer, just looked at Yang Yun coldly: "With your blood, prove my way!"

"Kill me on the right path!" Yang Yun sneered at the sky, "What kind of Tao do you have? A waste material that can't even raise immortal roots, is it also worthy of talking?"

As he spoke, Yang Yun raised one hand, only to see a cold light. A water-blue fairy sword appeared in Yang Yun's hand.

"Intermediate Cultivation Treasure, including Blue Ice Sword!" As soon as this sword came out, the people present were shocked.

The intermediate level of treasure cultivation is the thing of the fixed cultivation of the intermediate monk, the average beginner cultivator will only have a good magic weapon, and the people who can have the treasure cultivation are all beginner monks of the eighth or ninth order, and they are all life-saving things, and they will not be taken out easily.

A beginner like Yang Yun, who is a mid-level cultivator of the Flying Sword with one hand, can be said to have little to talk about. Presumably, Yang Yun must have a good means, and the middle-level treasure cultivation is only an ordinary thing, and this alone can know that Yang Yun is extraordinary.

"Use a knife to kill chickens?" Zhao Xian muttered disapprovingly at this time, in his opinion, Yang Yun could kill Amu with his fingers, and using a flying sword was a big fuss.

But as soon as Zhao Xian finished speaking, he felt a flower in front of him, and a purple figure instantly swept in front of him.

"Not good!" before Zhao Xian could shout.

"Bang-" With a crisp sound, Zhao Xian was directly thrown seven or eight feet away and fell to the ground suddenly.

"You chew your tongue again, believe it or not, my aunt and grandmother have chopped you!" and then it was none other than Ziyu.

Ziyu didn't use her cultivation power this time, Rao is like this, Zhao Xian was also beaten with seven meat and eight vegetarians, looking for teeth all over the ground.

At this time, Zhao Xian's master Zhou Yunji was not far away, and he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw that the apprentice was suddenly pulled away.

His complexion changed, and he was about to have a seizure, but he saw that Ziyu's eyes seemed to be about to erupt into flames, and he couldn't help but be stunned. Zhou Yunji, a mid-level cultivator, was not afraid of purple jade, but at this time, the ice fairy's gaze swept Zhou Yunji intentionally or unintentionally. This glance was enough for Zhou Yunji to be useful, and if he borrowed a gut, he didn't dare to offend the ice fairy, so he could only endure it.

Zhou Yunji helped Zhao Xian up, and saw that Zhao Xian was only injured by the skin, and a force of cultivation directly made Zhao Xian's injury healed most. This time, Zhao Xian also knew the severity, and he controlled his tears very much, and he didn't shed at all, showing the strong nature of a man.

Zhou Yunji looked at Ziyu coldly, then snorted coldly, turned his head and only looked at the high platform, the meaning is obvious, Amu will die soon, how can you be arrogant?

At this time, I saw the blue ice sword in Yang Yun's hand on the high platform, which was quite powerful.

Yang Yun looked at Amu and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Amu, show your sword! I'll let you make three moves!"

Amu's face was calm, and his mind moved, and he directly summoned a ninth-order flying sword from the Qiankun Ruyi Bracelet!

This ninth-order flying sword is not yet in the magic weapon sequence, but a magic weapon, which is the item in the storage belt of the two Youyunmen disciples who were killed by Amu that day.

The ninth-order magic weapon flying sword was originally quite a good thing for beginner cultivation, but at this time, the ninth-order flying sword in Amu's hand was too different from the middle-level cultivation treasure in Yang Yun's hand, and it looked extremely shabby.

"Alas!" Many Beihan disciples who sympathized with Amu shook their heads frequently, people are not as good, and magic weapons are not as good, how can this be compared?

Yang Yun couldn't help but sneer when he saw Amu's ninth-order flying sword, he would have been scrap metal ten years ago with such a magic weapon.

However, Amu's expression was quite calm, if it was really a magic weapon, not to mention that Yang Yun was the entire Northern Han Sect, it might not be able to compare to a magic weapon on Amu's body.

"Let's make a move!" Originally, Yang Yun was waiting for Amu to make a move, but Amu pointed the sword in his hand at Yang Yun and said coldly.

"Hmm, I don't know how to lift!" Yang Yun snorted coldly, he didn't expect Amu to be so big.

However, Yang Yun was not an idle person, and he did not entangle with Amu, he stepped out directly, and instantly arrived in front of Amu, with the blue ice sword in his hand and endless cold air, piercing Amu's heart.