The frost fire surrounded by dense lightsabers exploded, like huge fireworks exploding in the sky. Bunches of cold flames mixed with lightsabers were scattered in the sky.

The lightsword crackled like raindrops, penetrated the fog that stormed the valley and sank deep into the soil.

Song Xiaoguang's face changed.

A burst of frost and fire means the fall of a powerful man of magical power. The fall does not make Song Xiaonan feel sad. The powerful man of magical power is destined to fall after using it, but before that, he can buy enough time for the War Department.

But now...

The sound of the sword sound was still not extinguished, and the soldiers' blood was churning, and their faces were pale. The stormy sword fog was like a wave with serrated teeth, constantly consuming the defense of the entire army. If you were accidentally caught in the sword fog, your flesh would be eroded like the melting of ice and snow.

The sword bell stirs up the mist in the entire valley.

Song Xiaoxuan's ears were also buzzing. At this time, there was not much fear, just like a wolf on the verge of despair, only to fight for the last one.

She bit her lip tightly, without saying a word, and her legs suddenly clamped the Yin Frost Wolf under her.

The Silver Frost Wolf beneath her is extremely majestic, with a proud expression, white as snow, spotless and has a pair of extremely beautiful blue pupils. It is the head wolf of all the Silver Frost Wolf in the Silver Frost Division, and is in line with Song Xiaonan.

The front hooves squatted down slightly, and it rushed out of the team with Song Xiaoxuan and rushed towards the direction where Ai Hui was in the sword formation.

Like a white lightning bolt, tearing the mist.

On the wolf's back, the tip of the long spear in Song Xiaoxuan's hand lit up a faint light.

Ai Hui felt so wonderful at this moment!

Countless swords surrounded him, his eyes closed, and every detail of the valley was in his control. The sword formations spread all over the valley became his best home court.

Immersed in the sword body, the indescribable mind connection with the lightsaber made him almost forget that this was on the battlefield.

All the shackles disappeared, and he could scatter them freely. With a thought, the lightsaber suddenly moved. The former energy flowed, the five palaces and eight palaces of the past disappeared.

Is this the real power of the sword body?

Ai Hui was both amazed and delighted. He was like a child who got a new toy, exploring this novel and unknown world before him.

The lightsaber, which was deeply immersed in the soil, trembled slightly, and broke free from the constraints of the earth and soared into the sky.

Bright and slender beams of light gushed out from the ground. They were extremely agile and made graceful marks of light in the air. They were like shocked swifts, or like dangerous thorns, dazzling.

The light marks are intertwined, and the beauty is beyond words.

Most of the lightsabers flew into the sky with four other frost fires, and a few suddenly sank, like sharks returning to the sea, diving into the mist.

Ai Hui noticed Song Xiaojian who was shooting towards him, and he handed over the frost fire in the sky to the sword body.

Before, the sword fetus was fighting alone, and they rushed towards him until they found that they could not fight the enemy. His sword fetus was not a harmless sheep, but a ferocious wild beast. If it weren't for the sword fetus being born because of his divine thoughts, Ai Hui felt that he could not control it at all.

He had just demonstrated how to kill Frost Fire. The sword fetus only needed to be copied by the gourd. All the sword tricks Ai Hui knew were equally skilled, even more skilled than Ai Hui. If Ai Hui's divine thought was soil, then Ai Hui's sword trick was a seed.

What Ai Hui didn't expect was that the seed that seemed weak and poor to him could grow to such an amazing level and bear such lush fruits.

The sword fetus is a "fearing beast", but now it is still very young, a cub. It is a stunningly large arsenal, but it still doesn't know how to use it.

How to fight is what Ai Hui is best at.

Ai Hui showed how to defeat the enemy with the combination, and the sword body can be completed more perfectly than Ai Hui.

Ai Hui could focus his attention on Song Xiaonan, the biggest threat in front of him.

He didn't dare to underestimate the other party at all. He was also the strongest member of the Yinshuang tribe. How could he be weak?

A light flashed in Ai Hui's eyes, and his palm was holding it as if he was holding an invisible sword.

He was very excited.

The joy of breaking free from the constraints and shackles and the excitement that followed was an experience he had never had in his practice of swordsmanship for such a long time.

The sword formations spread all over the valleys breed a rich sword fog. In a place with such abundant breath of swords, it is even more like a fish in water.

In the sword body, the body moves like smoke and fog.

Song Xiaoxuan, who was lying on the wolf's back, rushed in front of the fog, his eyes flashed in his eyes, his body was still moving, but the light at the tip of the gun suddenly became brighter.

The fog in front of me cut open and suddenly became clear.

A circular sword curtain appeared at some point, and suddenly broke into her vision.

On the sword curtain, lightswords swam like fish, forming a circle of perfect circles. The breath of alternating yin and yang spreads, and the surrounding space becomes blurred. The circular sword curtain is like a door leading to another world.!

However, it is several times larger than what Ai Hui founded back then.

The aura of alternating yin and yang is obscure and unspeakable. Song Xiaoxuan on the wolf's back was not much surprised. She is now sure that Ai Hui in the sword formation is just to attack the Grandmaster!

How could a powerful man who can attack the master use so easily to see through the methods?

But this could not shake her determination at all. Her body leaned down lower, and the light at the tip of the gun was radiating a bone-broken coldness. Silver frost-headed wolf-wolf hooves fell, and snowflakes bloomed.

He hit the sword ring with his man and his gun hard.

bite!

The crisp sound of ice cracks, the sword rings shattered and splashed, and the dull light swords flew around.

The lightsaber that flew out was covered with silver frost, emitting cold air, as if taken out of an iceberg.

The vision in front of him suddenly became clear again, but Song Xiaoxuan's pupils contracted again.

In front of her, the circular sword curtain on one side appeared at some point.

She understood that there must be more sword curtains waiting for her behind her. Not only did she not feel any frustrated, but her heart suddenly felt a lot of heroism, and she ran wildly, robbed the squad, come on!

A white frost lightning continued to hit the circular sword curtains on each side.

Ding Ding Ding!

The sound of ice cracks is endless, crisp and pleasant.

Within twenty feet, thirteen roads!

She left her mind behind her victory and defeat, and let her live and die in other places. She had no distractions and only had one thought, and rushed forward!

The sound of swords that had not yet ended and the stormy fog was thrown behind her. The roar of frost and fire above her head echoed in her ears. The cold light illuminated her figure lying on the wolf's back, illuminating the road ahead, and the figure of Ai Hui in the center of the sword formation ahead was uncertain.

When he broke through the last sword curtain, his vision suddenly became clear, and Ai Hui's figure was only twenty feet away!

Song Xiaonan was covered in blood, and the proud Yinfrost-headed wolf was covered in bruises, one person and one wolf, as cold as ice.

What greeted them was the six crescent moons that came quietly.

Ai Hui admired Song Xiaonan's courage and determination. He was as good as a man, but his subordinates showed no mercy.

The number of lightsabers he can use is increasing.

The dim light sword that fell to the ground made a sizzling sound, and the silver frost on the surface was melting, revealing a bright spot, and the spot was spreading. The light sword contained the power of divine blood, which was higher than the blood and spiritual power level of Frost. They were breaking free from the constraints of Frost.

Six lightsabers form a crescent moon, and the six crescent moons draw mysterious and unpredictable trajectories in the air, and arrive silently with a bitter murderous intent.

Perhaps because he has been in a weak situation for a long time, Ai Hui does not like those killer moves with brilliant lights and great momentum. He prefers those more hidden and unobtrusive killer moves.!

Compared with Ai Hui's previous ones, the current ones have undergone a complete transformation.

The six crescent moons are cold and bright, as if they are real or illusory.

Song Xiaolian, who stood proudly on the wolf's back, suddenly smiled, and a transparent flame rose from her body. The silver frost-headed wolf head under her body proudly raised high, and the same transparent flame rose from the blood-stained snow-white hair.!

All the frost and fire in the sky were extinguished, and the night fell to the sword formation everywhere in the valley, and there was only this cold fire.

The frost fire spread along the spear, and the entire spear was burning.

Song Xiaojian raised his head and suddenly squeezed the wolf's belly. The silver frost-headed wolf jumped up against the six crescent moons and stabbed it out with a gun!

A melodious wolf moo.

The Yinshuang soldiers who had not yet broken free from the sword bell woke up as if they were dreaming, and then saw a heartbroken scene.

Song Xiaosun and her silver frost-headed wolf collided with the six crescent moons that had broken through the sky with cold flames.

"No!"

The heart-wrenching howls of the Yinshuang soldiers resounded throughout the valley.

boom!

Frost and fire splashed everywhere, and the cold moon collapsed.

The figures of a man and a wolf in the air were still standing upright, although the frost and fire were much dimmed, only half of the spear was left.

Before Yinshuang could breathe a sigh of relief, the red gauze that came from nowhere fell on Song Xiaoxuan's shoulders, like a light red gauze shawl on her, which was so beautiful.

That's...

The Yinshuang soldiers widened their eyes and showed endless fear.

A ray of red flame rose up, mixed with cold transparent flames, forming a beautiful and weird scene.!

Compared with the previous head-on battle, this move now has no breath of fireworks, is gentle and powerless, and has unreal beauty. The divine blood power contained in the light sword, and the fire that grows is extremely high and even more popular.

The red flames wrapped around a man and a wolf, like a iceberg.

The iceberg gradually melted, and the figures of one man and one wolf gradually faded until nothingness.

It was like a veil flame falling from the sky, and a sigh could be heard vaguely.

The Yinshuang soldier burst into tears.

More lightsabers have long gathered above the valley, like disciplined troops, silently arranged and neatly.

Ai Hui did not sigh, and he had admiration and no mercy for the enemy.

The lightsaber poured down!

A waterfall like broken porcelain fell from the sky, as if it was pouring down from the Milky Way nine heavens, and the roar sound changed from sharp to roar.!

The roars and curses gathered into a wave of sound, as if they were about to overturn the valley.

The sound is gradually quiet.

Scattered and scattered.

Return to silence.
Chapter completed!