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The world is in chaos, displaced and weeping at night.

Heroes compete, the mountains and rivers are broken and stained with blood.

In a daze, Yi Qingjue seemed to have seen a scene of corpses and blood. Suddenly, a sense of despair, powerlessness, and helplessness surged out of his chest like a flood.

The wind suddenly picked up and the chill suddenly broke. I don't know when the whole body of Yi Qingjue was surrounded by a seemingly non-existent white frost. The clear frost is as sharp as the feathery wings, and the roots are clear.

The master's mind is pure and pure, and the nature of a gentleman has never exposed his evil spirit? However, the sudden coldness at this moment seemed like the sky and the earth were frozen, which was frightening and frightening.

Everyone in the four groups retreated one after another.

As the hoarfrost thickened, the elders were the first to feel the oppressive chill. There were two or three elders who were forced to take a few steps back. For a moment, they became angry and shouted in unison, "Yi Qingjue, the sect master is here, what do you want to do?"

Yi Qingjue lowered his head and could not clearly see the expression on his face.

However, before the people moved, the intention moved first, and the white frost flew like lightning. Before everyone could react, it turned into a cold whip of white frost. It struck three people out with one whip movement.

Everyone was shocked.

Xu Wuhua frowned and said coldly, "Yi Qingjue, are you crazy?"

The extremely low laughter came from the depths of Xian Wuhua's throat, and the smile that was half mocking and half scornful struck directly into the depths of everyone's hearts, like a spiritual snake stirring their hearts, and it was so cold. It aroused some guilt in my heart.

The remaining six elders could no longer hold back and rushed towards Yi Qingjue together.

It's as cold as ice, sealing it for thousands of miles.

Before the six elders even got close, they felt that their bodies were stagnant and their inner energy was heavy. The chill that penetrated them instantly penetrated into their bones. The seven people have heavy hearts, but in front of everyone, they are all the masters of the same sect, how can they retreat?

The six people's eyes met, they united as one, and they all shared their true energy together for a lifetime. Gather the strength of seven people and attack from all directions at the same time. In an instant, the color of heaven and earth changed, and the world was shaken.

Countless energy exploded around Yi Qingjue, and the torn true energy was like distorted time and space, trying to swallow up Yi Qingjue.

The six masters leave no door open to life, and wherever the palms force them, there is death but no life.

The overwhelming momentum forced everyone to close their eyes, and it also touched the hearts of everyone present.

Suddenly, a pair of red eyes suddenly lit up. Like two ghostly ghost fires, burning in the darkness.

"Enchanted!" Lu Qier and everyone else exclaimed.

The mind is pure, but the master's heart is actually possessed by a demon!

Those scarlet eyes and crazy long hair shocked everyone present.

I don't know when the white frost was infected with a wisp of black flames, but when I saw the frost whip spinning, the black flames were like dragons. In an instant, the six sect leaders were entangled in it. The six people suddenly fell head to foot and hung in the air. The black flame grew extremely thick at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was about to crush the six people into pieces.

The six masters have spent their whole lives cultivating, but together they cannot match the power of Yi Qingjue's single blow.

Is this the true cultivation level of Master Yi Qingjue? Everyone was shocked.

When faced with absolute strength and extreme pressure, everyone retreated outwards in unison. At this moment, everyone felt their own insignificance and trembling in the face of the supreme power.

Seeing the black flames growing stronger and stronger, the six masters gradually weakened, and Xian Wuhua's eyes suddenly gleamed.

"Jing Hua Shui Pavilion, how can I allow you to be so presumptuous!"

Xian Wuhua gave a long shout, which was like thunder. Even though his figure didn't move, he felt his momentum was majestic. I saw him clapping his hands fiercely, and a bright light appeared, like the dawn illuminating the dark night, and the morning light piercing the night.

The black flames suddenly faded, and the six heads fell down. Although they escaped, the six of them were haggard and their vital energy could not be condensed, as if they had been swallowed up.

Xu Wuhua stood with his hands behind his back, and spoke loudly and loudly like the voice of the void, "Master, who is famous all over the world, is so easy to fall into the devil and has a pure mind. It seems that your past cultivation is really nothing."

Every word echoes and the sound enters my heart.

Yi Qingjue's hair was flying, and his expression was solemn, "If the gentleman cannot save the people from water and fire, and the master is possessed by the devil, so what!"

He was chilled by the narrowness of the Zhongyuan righteousness, and disappointed by Nihuahua's contempt for all sentient beings. These extremely precious things in his heart were ignored one by one by the so-called 'leaders' in front of him. The helplessness and grief made the sadness invade his heart and the obsession penetrated to his bones. One thought was sluggish and I lost my mind.

As the leader of the righteous path in the Central Plains, what Xu Wuhua did deliberately and Qing Jue did was the greatest disrespect for him.

Nianghua couldn't help but sneer, "Yi Qingjue, don't think that reading a few more books and being able to talk about etiquette and morals will make you noble and arrogant. Only you can bear the burden of this world."

Yi Qingjue laughed, not as reserved as usual, but a little more lively, "Whoever wishes can do it!"

"What a 'whoever wishes can do it'!" Xu Wuhua shouted in a deep voice, "Then I want to give it a try to see if you can really do it."

Suddenly, the skirts of Xianwuhua's clothes fluttered, and the true energy stirred around. Both palms were opened wide and slowly raised from the side. In each palm, there was a ball of true energy that gradually condensed into a ball, like a vortex of air currents, stirring the void.

Yi Qingjue breathed out softly, and there was no trace of the frost whip, but he saw a barrier of white frost falling in front of him. Under the frost barrier was a black flame, beating non-stop. The swaying flame was like a ghostly flame. The evil beast is ready to come out of the cage at any time.

Both of them are today's top-notch masters. They haven't taken action yet, but their momentum is enough to shake the mountains.

When Xu Wuhua took a gentle step, the surge of true energy seemed to lift his figure several feet taller.

Some of the timid people onlookers had already fled away and did not dare to watch again.

"Yiqingjue, are you ready?"

The Void Flower wears a jade crown and brocade clothes, and its voice is poured in with the power of the void, as if God has descended and Brahma is reborn. That powerful aura instantly leveled the surrounding vegetation.

Yi Qingjue's hair flew even more fiercely, the black flames danced extremely twistedly, and his scarlet eyes faintly showed excitement.

Yes, he is not afraid of this supreme power.

Yes, he longs for this final battle.

Yes, he wanted to turn all the compromises and forbearance in the past into the glory of his faith at this moment.

"Come on, let's fight!"

With a loud shout, there are many heroes.

The meaning is clear and the long lapel is flying, standing calmly. Facing the supreme pressure of Nihuahua, he smiled, and the barrier of white frost slowly rose.

"court death!"

Xu Wuhua's eyes revealed a cold light, and he saw him gently extending a palm, but his true energy did not move, and his body did not move. At first glance, it is an ordinary palm, nothing surprising at all.

However, just when this palm was extended, the barrier of white frost suddenly stopped.

Yi Qingjue's expression was condensed, and Xian Wuhua's face was solemn. In an instant, a dull aura filled the entire void.