New White Snake Asking Immortals

got windy.

The violent wind and snow blew on the face like a knife, and the strong wind stirred up the black clouds, slowly circling and getting faster and faster...

Above the clouds, the Mahayana masters of the Western religion and the real people of Chunyang confronting each other at high altitude saw the black clouds swirling, the mountain where the Jinshan Academy is located became the eye of the storm, and the black clouds in the distance continued to gather and compress, turning faster and faster, and the temperature dropped sharply!

The snowflakes flying in the sky are no longer beautiful shapes, but turned into ice lumps of different sizes under the action of the storm!

Bai Yujun was dressed in black armor, without a helmet.

The eyes emitting faint red light are particularly obvious in the dim snowstorm, the head is full of white hair, the two small dragon horns are faintly fluorescent, and the cold light of a dragon gun is flickering with evil spirit.

For the first time, the monk really felt the fierceness of the white flood dragon!

The blizzard reminded him of the Northland Ice Field, where the wind was cold and white, but the difference was that small ice cubes kept falling from the sky.

Six people can't help but a monster...

"Be careful!"

A loud shout from the same door alerted the monk, sensing a huge object flying towards him in the wind and snow, he stood firmly with both feet and let out a loud roar, his fists flashing golden light to meet the unknown object!

"Hey!"

Finally, I saw clearly the object flying in the vast snowstorm, it was an irregular block of ice one person tall...

The flashing golden fists bombarded the ice, and the solid ice shattered and slag splashed everywhere. This scene made everyone in the Western Cult feel uneasy. They clearly saw that the piece of ice fell from the sky following the storm.

Then everyone saw a terrible scene, strange shapes of ice kept falling from the sky!

The sound of bang bang was endless, the blizzard was so strong that the snowflakes condensed into ice cubes in the sky, but they couldn't fly away or fly above the clouds to leave the favorable environment for the white flood dragon. The pagoda was on the ground, and they had to protect the pagoda.

In the snowstorm, Bai Yujun didn't use any chic spells or poses at all.

Holding a heavy gun, stabbing, smashing and sweeping, the moves are simple and violent, the black dragon gun arc jumps and crackles, every time it collides with the opponent, it will destroy the opponent's weapon!

For some reason, Bai Yujun had a bad premonition in her heart. She always felt that there was some powerful person hiding in the dark...

The bottom of my heart became more and more anxious, wanting to eat the dragon energy of the earth veins and break through the cultivation base as quickly as possible.

"Get out!"

The Dragon Spear smashed back a master of the Western Enlightenment God Stage, grabbed the incoming fist with his left hand and kicked it hard!

The Western monk who was kicked flew upside down more than ten meters away and landed on the snow, slipping and rolling...

Draw the gun, suddenly explode the talent of instant acceleration!

puff……!

A Western monk who came under siege had his heart pierced through his chest. The monk didn’t have a broken heart as in the legend. As long as his dantian is still there, he would die. He would die if he was stabbed in the vitals. But before he died, the monk desperately hugged the dragon spear If he doesn't let go, he won't be able to hold on for too long, but even if he delays for a moment, Bai Yujun's hands and feet will be bound.

The other two monks saw the opportunity and rushed forward!

There was a flash in front of my eyes, and the jingling sparks flickered to force back the besieging monks.

With a blank expression on her face, Bai Yujun held heavy knives in both hands, and immediately used a martial skill she hadn't used for a long time at the three Western monks in front of her.

The fourth style of Shanju knife technique, Crane Returns!

Leaping forward, volleying and flipping, swinging a heavy knife and smashing down hard.

Boom~!

The fight was on the ground near the pagoda. After Crane Guiluo was cast, the huge shock and impact forced the besiegers back. Two of them vomited blood and flew backwards because they resisted the blow.

On the other side, a monk was overjoyed when he saw that Bai Jiao didn't retract the black spear immediately.

I went forward and grabbed the gun shaft before I could use my strength, and suddenly my hands were struck by acupuncture and lightning. When I let go, I found that my hands were dripping with blood...

Bai Yujun swung a heavy knife and suddenly switched to a horizontal knife, from heavy to light, and again focused on flexibility with the help of wind and snow to attack more than one dozen, and then stretched out a dragon spear to start with a variety of styles!

The monk gritted his teeth and rushed forward, he had to stop Bai Jiao.

The golden fist blasted out, and Bai Yujun used the gun to force the other side to turn around and punch the same. The small fist wearing the glove armor looked slender but was terrifyingly powerful.

Unlike Osmanthus Alley, there was no reservation this time.

Two disproportionate fists collided, and the wind and snow receded, and the monk also retreated at the same time...

Even if the rest of them join forces, they are not invincible opponents at the same level.

They were either injured or directly killed, and those who had the ability to resist in Jinshanyuan were eliminated in a short period of time.

There are many masters of the Western religion, but this is neither a lair nor can we get together every day, so we can't gather enough masters in a short time.

The heavy knife swept across, and an old monk who had created a phantom of a god and Buddha was thrown into the air.

It was finally quiet.

He didn't even look at the severely wounded and surviving Western sect masters. He stepped on the white snow and walked from the blood-spitting opponent to the tower. He looked at the dragon gun in his hand and looked up at the snowstorm.

The golden light is very similar to gold, but it is just some bluffing formations, no matter how it looks, it will definitely be fine.

"It looks solid, but it's not a big problem."

Bai Yujun didn't go forward, she stood in the distance and used her talents to mobilize the blizzard to hit the pagoda. Above Jinshanyuan, the hurricane that had formed the eye of the storm slowly moved and changed its position, positioning the center above the pagoda!

In fact, the temperature in the center of the eye is the lowest.

The golden pagoda began to freeze, and tiny ice crystals appeared on the beams, columns and tiles on the surface of the golden pagoda, and the ice crystals creaked and spread around and thickened, continuously extending and connecting into one piece...

The magic circle was activated, breaking the ice continuously, but the blizzard weather in the low temperature environment prevailed, and there was as much ice and snow as there was.

Bai Yujun just gathered the ice and snow on the tower.

The formation of the pagoda can be described as a series of magic weapons from the bottom to the top and then to the top of the tower. A certain white is not a genius, and he is not capable of breaking the formation easily while talking and laughing. The only way is the simplest and most violent, destroying it with weather weapons , The howling winds and the raging ice and snow, coupled with the damage to the base of the tower caused by the previous earthquake, must remove this thing.

As if in a cycle, the ice and snow continued to spread on the surface of the tower and was continuously crushed and pushed away. The crackling sound of the solid ice continued to freeze and collapse, and the energy of the small magic circle had already been exhausted...

The little dragon horn on Bai Yujun's head seemed to have some connection with the snowstorm, and the snowstorm continued to intensify.

Gradually, the bottom layer was unable to push away the solid ice and was wrapped.

The transparent ice that spreads up from the ground grows upwards, destroys and grows again. The ice is getting thicker and thicker, and the pagoda and the magic weapon on the top of the pagoda seem to feel threatened, and the golden light keeps bursting out to resist. Jingling bells rang, and tiles continued to fall.

"The golden light is so vulgar, um, it looks much more pleasing to the eye if it is covered with ice and snow."

After thinking about it, he took out the mysterious orb and prepared to wear it around his neck to deal with the black hand in the dark. That guy must be good at soul magic, and he is sure that he made the jar of rice wine back then. I hope the orb can deal with it.

Suddenly, with a feeling in my heart, I took the orb to the top of my head. It was strange to say that the orb emitting colorful light was suspended between the dragon horns above my head, similar to magnetic levitation, as if the dragon horns had a mysterious magnetic field.

Shaking his head, the orb is fixed and motionless, and the unique shape looks very interesting.

. Sogou

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