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This wind came from the underworld and was chilling. The hall suddenly turned dark. Jiang Bufan, Shen Hong, and the others only felt a chill as it became a symbol of the invaders' attacks.

These crawling people had been in the deep ground for many thousands of years and had never seen the light of day. Their cultivation skills were all closely related to Leng Ning, becoming their trump card.

However, Jiang Bufan, Shen Hong, and the others only felt cold. They did not know about the baleful aura coming from the Vast Expanse of the North when it was just lightly waved.

Almost a moment later, Wei Ke and Mao Xu were the first to fall to the ground. Before Shen Hong could even kneel down and take a look, Hong Kun and Yue Peng had already fallen to the ground. Although Jiang Bufan and Shen Hong had barely managed to hold on, but they felt dizzy and dizzy.

Meng Xiaodie threw a backhand attack, the sword Qi blocked the evil Qi, and the darkness in the air suddenly disappeared.

"Black sword, is this the godly sword?" Bei Ye stared at the black sword in Meng Xiaodie's hand and said coldly.

"So what if I am? "Why are you scared?" Meng Xiaodie kept her sword in her hand.

"Heh heh, I am afraid of this broken sword. What I hate the most in my entire life is swords and sabers, only those cowardly people use swords and sabers. "What a pity." Bei Ye played with his beard and laughed.

"Then what is the fan in your hand? Is it not a sharp weapon?" Meng Xiaodie asked.

"This is just a fan, the white fan comes in with the green wind, but I still have to teach the flower leaves dance. Zhuge Qingcheng had been sent down to the ground by Xiangyun, so she couldn't stay in the army. He thought back to the heroic manner in which the Great Martial Marquis of the mortal world had used a feather fan to gently wave the three armies, scaring off millions of his enemies with laughter and conversation. This fan of mine might not be as mighty as the fan of the Marquis of Zhuge Wu, but it can still kill thousands of enemies. " Bei Ye said proudly as he gently waved his fan.

"How can a broken fan compare to a treasured sword? The black sword is like a flood dragon, with a hundred flowers illuminating the Hibiscus Mutabilis.

The sword qi floated out, and in an instant, the beard of Bei Ye Vast Expanse trembled. He waved his fan gently, wanting to dissolve the Six Paths of Samsara, but the strong sword qi had already passed through the leaves of the fan and struck directly towards Bei Ye's chest. Bei Ye Vast Expanse's chest also rose and fell, and his face changed slightly, his pale green face appearing even more green than before.

Meng Xiaodie still stood where she was after putting away her sword. Seeing the changes in the Northern Field, the Northern Field stopped for a moment and then coldly snorted, "Everyone says that Meng Xiaodie's black sword is extremely domineering. I don't think it's anything special."

He suddenly raised his arm and threw the fan in his hand. The fan opened up and a gust of wind rose up, rushing towards Meng Xiaodie.

"Move the wind and bring the rain, watch my Ice Fan Magic Art." The fan leaf only trembled a little. This seemingly normal jitter was actually filled with thousands of men and horses, wind, rain, thunder and lightning. However, he was still struck by the Six Pure Samsara's attack and his power had decreased by a bit.

If it wasn't for Meng Xiaodie using her black sword to block them, Jiang Bufan, Shen Hong, and the rest would have already been carried away.

The precious fan in his hand was a treasure that had existed for thousands of years. The fan had gathered Earth Qi for thousands of years, and once this Qi was released, the earth would tremble, and the mountain would tremble. The Northern Field Vast Expanse, like the tranquil water of the South Mountain, had cultivated for thousands of years. The infernal energy in his body would surge like the sea, and once it was released, the result could be imagined.

Meng Xiaodie's feet were full of power, and his clothes were flapping in the wind. Even so, he was still having difficulty breathing, as if something was blocking his mouth and he couldn't even breathe.

This was the result of the huge baleful wind sealing. Meng Xiaodie took a step back, wanting to use movement to reduce the power of the baleful air, but the result was the opposite. His breathing became more difficult, to the point where he had difficulty breathing.

He had just transferred half of his zhen qi into his head when Bei Ye Vast Expanse seemed to have noticed him. He suddenly jumped into the air and opened his arms, and with a shake of the treasured fan in his hand, a mass of green mist appeared on the fan. The mist was not big, and after rolling on the fan for a while, Bei Feng let out a fiendish smile and said coldly, "Meng Xiaodie, go to hell."

With a shake of his hand, the green mist came rolling over like a balloon. As the green mist rolled, it suddenly enlarged like a big bull and rushed towards Meng Xiaodie.

The sword qi whistled forward, passing through the rolling green fog, and headed straight for the face of the Northern Field Vast Expanse. The Northern Field Vast Expanse had been injured by the Six Pure Samsara's attack, because of his profound power, he had sealed the door of his own blood, which was different from a human's, he only had one blood vessel, and that blood could seal the injured part of his body from the heel to the brain, preventing it from spreading temporarily, but that was his interest. Within minutes, the entire blood vessel would be clogged up, and without opening up, it would definitely be a form of suicide.

That ball of green fog was pierced through by the black sword and suddenly exploded. In an instant, the entire hall was filled with thousands of snowflakes, the cold descended abruptly and the land was frozen. Meng Xiaodie only felt her hand turn stiff, the blade of the black sword had a layer of frost on it, he could not even lift the black sword.

However, the five cauldrons were already in front of his eyes. He felt an unprecedented pressure oppressing him. He hurriedly opened the blood door, wanting to use his internal energy to block the five cauldrons' attack. He raised the fan and swept it in front of him, intending to use the divine power on his arm to lure away the sword qi. How could the sword qi of the five cauldrons and ten thousand clocks be easily drawn away with a single sweep?

He wiped the blood from his mouth and looked up. Meng Xiaodie had already been sealed in the snow by the Snow Wind Qi Condensation Technique. If he wanted to break the ice, it shouldn't be a temporary matter. With a sneer, he waved his goose feather fan, intending to use the last of his power to kill Meng Xiaodie in the frozen snow.