The northern cold mountains, the blood is soaring into the sky, and the shouts of killing are constant.

After the battle between Brahma and Heishui, the Northern Han Sect was on the sea wilderness, like the sun in the sky, comparable to the seven immortal gates of the year. However, the power of the Taihuang who returned from Shura was still too strong.

Those armor and black clothes, like demons and ghosts, are extremely high in cultivation. Beihan disciples, the casualties are incalculable.

Moreover, those armored black clothes did not go all out. There is also one, which is listed in the void, and there is even one part of the Shura Demon Burial Sect, which is completely wait-and-see.

Back then, he left the Shura realm. Murong Huang and Xiao Luo divided the power of Shura into two and led them separately. One came to the sea wilderness, and the other went to Tianzhou.

At this time, the attack on the Northern Sect was to lure Amu over, and then drag it out as much as possible.

Therefore, what is done is only part of the power of the Lord. Lu Cun Xingjun keeps wandering. He didn't dare to fight the Blood Soul Guard head-on.

Dongfang Muxiu, the person who led the Dongfang family, was also hidden in the shadows and did not participate in the war.

Rao is like this, and the Northern Han Sect is also overstretched and miserable.

Han Qianli, killed Su Xin, and naturally joined the battle group. Although he is a wind tribulation monk, Han Qianli has a sea jade pendant on his body.

Wherever he passed, those armor and black clothes avoided one after another. Because, as long as they were swept away by the green mangs carried by Han Qianli, those armors dissipated instantly.

And without the armor, those who died too wildly could not appear at all, and would turn into black mist in an instant.

Dongfang Muxiu frowned. This kind of consumption is not what they want to see.

"Uncle Jiu, you go and block the cold Qianli!" Dongfang Muxiu paused. "But don't kill him yet!"

"Okay!" Behind Dongfang Muxiu, a figure flew out directly. Straight to the cold thousands of miles. It was a Yin Yang Tribulation Great Perfection, which was enough to balance the cold and thousands of miles.

And at this moment, from the north of the cold plain, hundreds of sword rays flew in. It was all high-ranking monks.

"Arctic Immortal Sea!" Dongfang Muxiu sneered. Because, this force, he expected.

Amu, after leaving the water, the Arctic Immortal Sea and the Northern Han Sect. It's like a family.

Between each other, there is a domain gate passage. Northern Hanzong, something happened here. The Arctic Immortal Sea knew right away. The relative distance is relatively close, so naturally I arrived first.

Moreover, this time, the Arctic Immortal Sea almost poured out. The suzerain is galloping. Lead the team in person. Many retreat ancestors. Also switch out of battle.

Because, above the green plain, the clouds and wonders have almost been washed in blood. They naturally understood what it meant for the Northern Han Sect to be attacked this time.

If you don't do your best, the two Yunmiao families will be a lesson from the past.

"Stop them!"

Dongfang Muxiu, an order. Several shadows behind him. It dispersed in an instant, and it turned out to be hundreds of monks.

Whew――

Magic weapon, sword. Everywhere in the sky. The Oriental Family and the Arctic Immortal Sea are in one place.

The scale of tonight's battle may not be as good as that of Brahma's battle that day. Because, there are no tens of thousands of demon clans here, and there are no three million mortal soldiers. However, in terms of rank, it is far better than it was back then.

All kinds of colors, many magic weapons.

On both sides, there are constantly monks falling. It's just that, no matter what, for the Northern Han Sect and the Arctic Immortal Sea, this seems to be a losing battle.

Because, Taihuang and the Oriental family don't care about life and death at all. Life and death don't really mean anything to them.

Dongfang Muxiu, standing in the void, still did not participate in the war. Behind him, there was a final shadow that almost blended into the safety of the night.

If you don't pay attention, you will simply think that it is Dongfang Muxiu standing alone in the void.

Oriental Mu Xiu, the black light in his eyes flashed. He was watching the battle. No one, knowing what was going through his mind at that moment. All the qiē was reflected in his eyes.

However, he seemed to be used to this kind of bloody massacre. The entire Oriental family is the slave of the Underworld, and what they do is what the master has to do.

"Brother, when are we going to do it!" Dongfang Muxiu's dark shadow came from a cold question.

"Wait a little longer, the real master has not yet appeared! Dongfang Mu Xiu said.

At this time, a red cloud suddenly lit up in the east of the Northern Han Sect. The red cloud, even in the blood light, was extremely eye-catching.

It was a horse, a red horse.

The horse, with its hoofed and neighing, hunting with its mane, was majestic and majestic like a dragon. The spirit of a king is extremely arrogant.

What is particularly peculiar is that there is a blood-red horn of about one foot in the middle of the forehead of the red horse, exuding a red glow that soars to the sky.

On the red horse, there was a woman in purple, her dress rolled up, murderous.

War Spirit Horse, Cold Ice!

"Bingyi!" Han Qianli was completely suppressed by the wind robbers of the Dongfang family at this time. If the other party hadn't killed the killer, Han Qianli would probably have died long ago.

The woman in purple is naturally cold.

Thirty years ago, she left the sacred mountain and traveled through the sea wilderness in order to break through her epiphany. It was impossible for her not to know about the rebellion in the sea barren green plains, so a few days ago, she had already lived in seclusion not far from the Northern Han Sect in case of contingency.

Today, she naturally arrived early.

The King of War Spirits, raised his hooves and hissed. If it enters a no-man's land, the red glow emitted by the blood-colored unicorn on its head has the same effect as the Canghai jade pendant worn by Han Qianli.

The armor and black clothes avoided one after another, otherwise the change would turn into black mist.

Han Bingyi, rode straight to the monk of the Eastern Family. The monks of the Oriental family were ordered not to kill the cold Qianli. However, how can Han Bingyi be merciful?

Poof――

Han Bingyi was holding a spear in his hand, and with just one click, he picked out the oriental monk. A black smoke extinguishes the soul.

"Sect Master!" Han Bingyi looked at Han Qianli.

Han Qianli nodded with satisfaction. And at this time, the two people didn't have a chance to say anything more at all. Separately, join the warband.

"Xuan Xian Yizhong!" Dongfang Muxiu raised his eyebrows slightly. Because, as far as he knew, the Northern Han Sect did not have a monk of this level at all.

The Arctic fairy sea, too, did not either.

Even, looking at the entire sea wasteland world, except for those very special existences. Xuan Xian, almost none.

Dongfang Muxiu, I don't know who Han Bingyi is. He didn't know Han Bingyi. Han Bingyi, in his early years, was sent to the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms. Above the sea wilderness, its name is not obvious.

And Han Bingyi, when he left the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, he really calmed down in his heart. Within three years, the bottleneck was broken. Now, it is the consummation of the Xuan Immortal.

The Battle Spirit Horse King can restrain the armor and black clothes. It is too desolate, except for Lu Cun Xingjun, naturally no one can fight.

At this time, the monk of the Demon Burial Sect standing in the void flew down directly.

Xuan Immortal Triple, naturally can fight the cold ice. The monk is not a soul body, but an Shura.

Whew――

Demon burial monk, hand pinching seal. A bell-shaped magic weapon, rising in the wind, fell suddenly.

This was definitely a mistake on the part of the Burial Monk.

You are a Shura monk, although you are a Xuan Immortal. However, what kind of magic weapon to fight with the monks of the sea wilderness.

Sure enough, the magic weapon that was good in the eyes of the Shura people was, in Han Bingyi's opinion, a piece of scrap iron. Han Bingyi, without the slightest hesitation.

With a spear in his hand, he raised it upwards.

Boom-pop-pop

The gun in Han Bingyi's hand is a thing of the sea. How can the magic weapon of the monks of the Demon Burial Sect compare?

Suddenly, the streamers scattered. That bell-shaped magic weapon was directly turned into endless fragments.

The monk was stunned for a moment, but his cultivation was two levels of high cold ice. It shouldn't be difficult to cut off the cold ice naturally.

Xuan Xian trigravity, spread out. Demon Burial Monk, a magic trick, turned into white light, and hit Han Bingyi directly.

But something happened to the monk's surprise.

The icy horse, extremely fast. What's more, the Demon Burial Monk didn't know what kind of trick Han Bingyi relied on to directly break his Xuan Immortal Triple Immortal Technique.

He only saw that the cold ice had formed a strange spell.

Then, I felt a chill in my heart. His immortal heart was completely shattered. I didn't see that clearly, Han Bingyi's movements. I don't understand how he could be destroyed by a Xuan Immortal.

It's a pity that he didn't know that the woman in purple in front of him belonged to the sea. And the combat power is overstepping, which is a common thing for the Canghai vein.

In the Demon Burial Sect, there is no shortage of Xuan Immortals.

Then the next two of them were both Xuan Immortal Quadruple. However, they were all coldly scolded, and with their super spells and magic weapons, they were shot to death.

Dongfang Muxiu frowned. He didn't expect that this woman in purple who suddenly killed would be so powerful.

The figure flashed, and Dongfang Muxiu had already arrived in front of Han Bingyi. At the same time, Dongfang Muxiu already showed the black halberd in his hand.

"Xuan Xian's first weight is perfect, and your combat power is outstanding!Who are you?" Dongfang Muxiu looked at Han Bingyi and asked.

"Hmph!" Han Bingyi looked at Dongfang Muxiu coldly, "Dongfang family, Dongfang Muxiu." The Oriental family, inherited for tens of thousands of years, actually colluded with the wilderness and made a chaotic sea waste. Now, it is really a fool's dream to destroy my northern cold. ”

"My name is Han Bingyi, and I want to kill you today!"

Han Bingyi, without saying more, the spear in his hand, like thunder, stabbed Dongfang Muxiu. (To be continued......)