Nine Realms Sword Master

"Xuanbing fan is in my hand!" Saint Bingxin glanced at him lightly, then chuckled softly: "What? Do you want Xuanbing fan?"

"Of course, give it to me."

Said Bai Ye, and reached out to Saint Chao Bingxin.

"interesting!"

Saint Bingxin glanced at Baiye, his gaze was locked on the three red soldiers behind him, and his pupils burst out with a burst of light: "A Jin Dynasty existence will actually get these three red soldiers! Haha, it looks like you are somewhat Good! Since you want a Xuanbing fan, come and get it, let me see how many catties you have, dare to picture me Xuanbing fan!"

Even though he said that, Saint Bingxin still remained vigilant.

He still remembered who was the owner of the three great soldiers such as the Split God Spear, they were all extraordinary existences, but now these three great soldiers are in the hands of this person, it can be seen that this person definitely has some means.

Although he despised the existence of this Jin Dynasty period, he absolutely did not mean to underestimate the enemy.

Hearing the words of Saint Bingxin, Bai Ye was not polite and walked directly towards him.

However, within a few steps, Saint Bingxin had already taken the lead.

"An ant who lives and lives, what kind of character do you really think of yourself? Huh, go to hell!"

There was a cold shout.

咵嚓咵嚓...

Bai Ye's body was immediately covered by a strange cold ice, and the whole person instantly became an ice sculpture.

But the next second.

Cang Dang!

All the frost on Bai Ye's body was shaken away.

He walked towards the Saint Bingxin like a person without incident.

"what?"

Saint Bingxin frowned.

He knew the most about the strength of the ice just now.

To freeze to death an existence of the Jin Dynasty period is simply easy.

But this person, as if directly ignoring his ice power...

After a while, his person walked directly in front of Saint Bingxin.

"Give it to me! Or, do you want me to do it?" Bai Ye looked at him indifferently and stretched out his hand again.

Can be the next second.

"Die to me!"

Saint Bingxin roared again.

This time, he directly used the powerful force of Xuanbing Fan.

The horrible ice power suddenly appeared on Bai Ye's feet like a whirlwind, and then quickly filled it upwards. After a while, Bai Ye's body was completely dusted.

Bai Ye became an ice sculpture again.

And this time the ice sculpture... is more terrifying, thicker, and colder.

Saint Bingxin hummed coldly.

Are you dead this time?

I used the power of the mysterious ice fan to seal it in the dust, not to mention whether it would be frozen to death, just say that these ice cubes are not they can break, even if it is not frozen, they will be frozen forever. Can't come out.

"What kind of an existence do I think? It turned out to be such a foolish and ignorant guy. Haha, now the three red soldiers belong to me. I have a few red soldiers, and the rest are not to be attributed to them. My hand? Hahaha..." Saint Bingxin laughed, very excited, and was busy reaching out to catch Na Hongbing.

But the moment his hand just touched Hongbing.

咵嚓.

咵嚓...

A strange voice suddenly came out.

Saint Bingxin was taken aback, raised his eyes and saw that a large number of cracks suddenly appeared in the body of the white night in front of him.

And the cracks are constantly expanding and getting bigger.

After a while.

Cang Dang!

All the frost on Bai Ye's body burst, and his person once again recovered from the ice.

Saint Bingxin opened his mouth wide, looking at this scene in disbelief, he was completely stupid.

"How is it possible? How is this possible? This uses the power of Xuanbing Fan! How is this possible!" Bingxin Saint trembling, almost shouting out loud.

"It looks like you are not very honest!"

Bai Ye said hoarsely, and suddenly his eyes flashed with killing intent, and the hand directly grabbed Bingxin's neck.

"roll!!"

Saint Bingxin roared, his figure backed back again, and the fan in his hand slammed against Bai Ye.

call!

The bitter cold wind blew over immediately, freezing everything on the white night side.

Even the spirit qi that overflowed from him was frozen, how terrible!

But the next second.

Whoosh!

A raging fire rose.

That was the flame of Li Huang.

The terrifying high temperature blew all around immediately.

The surrounding ice began to melt, and the frost slowly disappeared...

Saint Bingxin breathed tightly and immediately waved the fan again.

Whirring whirring……

The cold wind was blowing wildly, endlessly.

But Bai Ye was surrounded by Lihuang flames, and he was not afraid at all. No matter how much cold wind blew, it would not affect him at all.

"Impossible! Impossible! The same is Hongbing, Xuanbing fan can't be worse than Li Huangjian! This is impossible! Never possible!!"

Saint Bingxin shivered, looking at the Xuanbing fan in his hand, his eyes were desperate.

"Xuanbing Fan is indeed not inferior to Li Huang Jian, it's just a human being." Bai Ye said calmly.

"You mean, my dignified Bingxin Saint is not as good as you in the Jin Dynasty? You are lying! You are deceiving!" Bingxin Saint roared, suddenly spouted a mouthful of blood and spit it on the Xuanbing fan .

In an instant, the blood was frozen, like blood jewels, embedded in the fan leaves.

Saint Bingxin's eyes were blood red, and he waved madly towards Bai Ye.

But this time, what was instigated was not just as simple as the cold wind, but a terrifying tornado that swept directly towards the white night.

Where the tornado passed, it was like a blizzard, not knowing how terrible it was.

And above the tornado, there was a phantom of the ice dragon spinning frantically, and after the white night approached, the ice dragon directly rushed towards the white night.

The terrifying force of ice seems to be covering this world.

There was a heavy snowfall on the top of the entire Shangshen Mountain, and the wind was strong, even at the foot of the mountain, everyone could feel the biting cold...

Countless people looked up, shivering, and saw the terrifying dragon of ice.

But at the moment that the ice dragon pounced down.

call! !

A strange and frightening sound resounded everywhere.

Then a soaring fire burst out, directly rushing out of the top of Shangshen Mountain, running through the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a divine bird that looked like a golden crow flew into the air, spreading its wings, as if to enshroud the entire upper mountain.

"That is……"

Someone exclaimed.

"The duel between Li Huang Jian and Xuan Bing Fan! It is a duel between Hong Bing!"

"The collision of two red soldiers activated their ferocity!!"

Countless people stared scorchingly, all eyes were shocked.

However, this did not end.

Not long after Li Huang's sword power was released, several more forces appeared.

That was the strength of the remaining few soldiers.

The world's scalp is numb, and instantly knows the result of this battle.

Saint Bingxin... How many soldiers did you deal with?