Bai Yifeng shouted, but in the end no one answered. Bai Yifeng nodded, it seems that there is only one battle today!

"We are willing to follow Bai Shouzuo and clear out the people of the Northern Han rebellion!" the four immortals of the Northern Han took the lead in expressing their position.

"We are willing to follow Bai Shouza and clear out the people of the Northern Han Rebellion!" Ice Fairy, the Four Elders of Sunset Peak, the First Elder of Qianyun Cave, Elder Yun of Tongtian Peak, Elder Zhou of Wanling Cave and others shouted in unison.

In this way, the monks above the spiritual realm of the Northern Han were basically divided into two factions.

There are a total of fifteen spiritual realm monks headed by Mei Wangnan, and thirteen spiritual realm monks led by Bai Yifeng. Except for the other Spirit Realm monks who guarded the roots of each vein, the Northern Cold Spirit Realm monks were basically here, and Mei Wangnan's side had a slight advantage.

For a time, the wind and clouds changed.

Bai Yifeng and Mei Wangnan actually looked at the Northern Han Great Array at the same time, but their minds were different.

"Kill to kill! May the ancestors of the Northern Han Dynasty help me to eradicate the rebellion" Bai Yifeng's murderous intent reached the extreme.

"What I Mei Wangnan has wanted for a hundred years, success or failure, I will do it here!" Mei Wangnan's eyes flashed.

"Monks below the spirit realm, those who do not want to get involved in this battle, no matter who is under the sect, they will be forgiven! Those who dare to rebel will be killed!" Bai Yifeng hung the ancestral jade pendant in the air, and the vicissitudes of life dispersed, this is the treasure of the Northern Han Sect.

"If you help the abuser, I will also kill it! Those who wait and see are not guilty! If you can kill the Amu Demon cultivator, and for the first hero of my Northern Cold, I will give a primary-level soul treasure and 100,000 bronze-level spirit coins!" Mei Wangnan promised a heavy reward, and at the same time, he shook his hand, a silver spear, standing in the void, nine lifelike dragons surrounded the body of the spear, wandering uncertainly.

"Beginner Top-level Soul Treasure - Nine Dragons Silver Spirit Spear!"

As soon as this gun comes out, the soul power is endless, and the reputation of this gun is not inferior to the Tianzang Falling God Bow, especially under the control of Mei Wangnan, Beihan is almost invincible.

"Kill the demon cultivator! Zhenbei Han!" Mei Wangnan Jiulong Silver Spirit Spear shook and went straight to Bai Yifeng. The two of them were the only monks of the Supreme Spirit Middle Rank, so they naturally killed each other equally.

"You must do your best to protect Amu and leave the water, that is the hope of the Northern Han Sect for ten thousand years!" As soon as Bai Yifeng moved his body, the patriarch Yu Pei sprinkled thousands of rays of light and directly greeted Mei Wangnan.

This is a Northern Cold Tribulation, this is a big scuffle.

The battle of the spirit-level cultivators was a battlefield within a radius of dozens of miles! The entire Tongtian Peak was full of murderous energy. The spiritual power is mighty, and the wind and clouds change color.

Thirteen to fifteen, Bai Yifeng's side was a little stretched. Fortunately, the four immortals of the Northern Han formed a formation and trapped the six spiritual realm cultivators. It's okay to keep it tied.

At the same time, countless fixed cultivation disciples and junior and high-level disciples were also involved in the battle. Although Bai Yifeng and Mei Wangnan both explained the innocence of the watchers, the trees fell and scattered. Everyone understands that if their master and the first seat die in battle, they will not have to live in the future. Riding the wall and swinging, it is better to bet on one side.

In the world of cultivating immortals, those who are more powerful are the ones who are right.

Therefore, only a few people who are not good at cultivation, or who are timid and afraid of things, did not participate in the war. Most of them held their own positions, and many disciples hurried to join the battle.

The sword light is the way, and the magic weapon is all over the sky. Swords and swords, bloody rain and bloody wind. This is the disaster of the entire Northern Cold, and there are constantly disciples falling, and the screams are continuous. However, the key to determining the outcome of this battle is the victory or defeat of the Spirit Realm Monk.

At this time, the Ice Fairy had already handed over the unconscious Lishui to reliable people such as Ziyun Ziyu and Tie Yun for protection. All the spiritual realm monks are fighting to the death.

Amu stood in the void, the ice and the wind shining on his left and right. At this time, a fixed cultivation of the Great Perfection under the door of someone who didn't know who attacked Amu, and the wind directly greeted him.

There are fights on all sides, but because Bai Yifeng has an order to protect Lishui and Amu with all his might, no one has been able to kill Amu or so.

At this time, Amu's expression was not as hideous as Fang Cai's, but looked at those Spirit Realm monks and many Northern Han disciples who were fighting for their own Northern Han.

Amu didn't rush forward with the black rattan in his hand for the time being, but turned his head to look at Han Bingyi and smiled slightly: "This time you know that I am really a demon cultivator, right?"

"So what?" Han Bingyi said lightly, and then looked at Amu silently. She had been standing beside Amu, the Cold Moon Divine Sword in her hand, ready to fight at any time. The mountain wind hunted, the purple dress was flying, and Han Bingyi gently stroked a strand of hair in front of her forehead.

Amu admitted that Han Bingyi is an extremely beautiful woman, and at this moment she stood beside Amu without abandoning, which made Amu feel moved for a long time.

"I killed people in my last life!" Amu looked at the fight in front of him, and there was no sadness or joy in his eyes.

"Oh, you know what happened in your last life?" Han Bingyi didn't expect that at this moment, Amu actually said this.

"I've killed a lot of people in my last life, and I've made coffins in this life!" Amu suddenly smiled warmly at Han Bingyi. Amu's smile like that, Han Bingyi saw it for the first time.

"Oh, what, do you want me to be afraid of you?" Han Bing, who had always been cold, smiled, and actually made a joke with Amu for the first time.

Amu smiled slightly, but there were endless vicissitudes in his eyes. At this time, Amu thought of Liu Zhen, remembered the Wang family, remembered Wang Jue, and thought of Yu'er.

In the depths of his soul, Amu may have always wished to come over to live like the first fifteen years of this shijie.

Quiet, peaceful, no killing, no distress! The faces of the people of Liuzhen are always filled with warmth, and Wang Jue's black rattan is full of joy and happiness.

"Who do you remember?" No matter how cold a woman is, she is tender and sensitive, and Han Bingyi captures the instantaneous warmth and softness in Amu's eyes.

"Before going to the North Han, I had a master and a lovely sister!" Although Amu's tone was indifferent, Han Bing could still feel the strong feelings in it.

Han Bingyi listened quietly, without words. Han Bingyi is a wise woman, and when a man mentions the warmest thing in his heart, she knows that as long as he doesn't say a word.

"Fifteen years in Liuzhen in the northern country, I am very happy! can you understand?" Amu glanced at Han Bingyi.

"Hmm!" Han Bingyi's beautiful eyes sparkled and he nodded slightly.

Amu smiled, smiled a little helplessly, and then looked up at the moonless and starless night, and the Northern Cold Array was full of brilliance.

"I killed people in my last life, but I will be a coffin in this life! I don't want to kill people, but if I don't kill people, how can the world be peaceful? I am a demon, and I will eventually step on blood and cultivate!" Amu's voice gradually became cold.

"Today, if I die! You confess to Senior Brother Lishui on my behalf, saying that I can't cross the sea and wilderness with him! In the future, there will be a chance to go to Liuzhen in the North Country on my behalf to have a look!" Amu's face was full of sadness and joy, but the endless murderous aura began to permeate.

"Amu, you won't die! Unless I die, we'll all die!" Han Bingyi grabbed Amu, he wouldn't let Amu die.

"Hehe!" Amu smiled bitterly, "I, Amu, in my past life and this life, never wanted others to die for me. That kind of love is too heavy!"

As soon as Amu's words fell, he saw a burst of blood light, and Elder Yun of Tongtian Peak, who was not paying attention, was actually pierced through the front of his heart by Elder Li's sword, and the dead body fell directly from the void.

Northern Han Sect, the second spiritual realm monk fell.

At the same time, three of his own side of the Ding Xiu were cut off, and flesh and blood flew sideways.

Amu has never looked at others dying for him, in this situation, the blood in his eyes rose sharply, and the invisible murderous aura turned into a tangible black flame: "Look at me to kill!"