Five Elements Heaven

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

The lightsaber crackled like raindrops, penetrating the turbulent mist of the valley and sinking deeply into the soil.

Song Xiaoqian's expression changed.

The explosion of a ball of frost and fire meant the death of a powerful man with magical powers. Death does not make Song Xiaoqian feel sad. A strong man with magical powers is destined to die after using his magical powers, but before that, he can buy enough time for the war department.

But now...

The sound of sword clanging lingered, and the soldiers' blood boiled and their faces turned pale. The surging sword mist was like a jagged wave, constantly consuming the entire army's defense. If you are accidentally caught in the sword mist, your skin and flesh will be eroded away like ice and snow melting away.

The sword ringing bell stirred the fog in the entire valley.

Song Xiaoqian's ears were also buzzing. At this moment, he didn't have much fear, just like a wolf on the verge of despair, with only one way to go: desperately.

She bit her lips tightly and remained silent, then her legs suddenly clamped down on the Silver Frost Wolf beneath her.

The silver frost wolf under her body is extremely handsome, with a proud expression, its body is as white as snow, spotless, and it has a pair of extremely beautiful blue pupils. It is the alpha wolf of all the Silver Frost wolves in the Silver Frost Department, and has the same feelings as Song Xiaoqian.

Squatting slightly on its front hooves, it carried Song Xiaoqian and rushed out of the team, rushing towards Ai Hui's position in the sword formation.

Like a white lightning, tearing through the fog.

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

Ai Hui's feeling at this moment was so wonderful!

Countless swords surrounded his body. He closed his eyes tightly, and every detail of the valley was under his control. The sword formations all over the valley have become his best home ground.

Being immersed in the sword's embryo and the indescribable mental connection between him and the lightsaber made him almost forget that he was on a battlefield.

All the shackles are gone, and he can do whatever he wants. With a thought, the lightsaber suddenly moved. The original energy flowed, and the five mansions and eight palaces of the past have all disappeared.

Is this the true power of the sword fetus?

Ai Hui was amazed and delighted at the same time. He was like a child who got a new toy, exploring this new and unknown world in front of him.

The lightsaber that was deeply embedded in the soil trembled slightly, suddenly broke free from the shackles of the earth, and soared into the sky.

Bright and slender beams of light spurted out from the ground. They are extremely dexterous and draw graceful light trails in the air. Like a startled swift, it is also like a dangerous thorn, dazzling.

The interweaving of light marks is so beautiful.

Most of the lightsabers flew into the sky and the other four balls of frost and fire, but a few sank quickly, like sharks returning to the sea, diving into the mist.

Ai Hui noticed Song Xiaoqian who was shooting towards him, and he handed the ice and fire from the sky to the sword embryo.

Before, Jian Fei had been fighting alone, until he found that he could not resist the enemy, and then he pounced on him. His sword fetus is not a harmless sheep, but a ferocious wild beast. If the sword fetus had not been born from his spiritual thoughts, Ai Hui felt that he would not be able to control it at all.

He had just demonstrated how to kill Frost Fire, and the sword embryo only needed to follow the instructions. Of all the sword moves Ai Hui knows, Sword Embody is equally skilled, even more skilled than Ai Hui. If Ai Hui's spiritual thoughts are the soil, then Ai Hui's sword moves are the seeds.

What Ai Hui didn't expect was that the seed that he thought was weak and weak could actually grow to such an astonishing level and bear such lush fruits.

It is true that the sword fetus is a ferocious beast, but now, it is still very young, a cub. A young beast that has an astonishingly huge arsenal but doesn't yet know how to use it.

And how to fight is what Ai Hui is best at.

Ai Hui showed how to use and combination to defeat the enemy, Jian Tai was able to complete it more flawlessly than Ai Hui.

Ai Hui was able to focus his attention on Song Xiaoqian, the biggest threat in front of him.

He did not dare to underestimate the opponent at all. The dignified leader of the Yin Shuang Department was also the strongest person in the Yin Shuang Department. How could he be weak?

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

He was very excited.

The joy of breaking free from the shackles and shackles, and the exhilaration that followed, was something he had never experienced before since he had been practicing swordsmanship for so long.

The sword formations all over the valley breed a rich sword mist, and in a place where the aura of swords is so abundant, it feels like a fish in water.

In the womb of the sword, the body moves like smoke and mist.

Song Xiaoqian, who was lying on the wolf's back and charging forward through the fog, had a flash of light in his eyes. His body remained motionless, but the light from the tip of his gun suddenly became brighter.

The fog in front of my eyes cleared, and I suddenly became enlightened.

A circular sword curtain appeared out of nowhere and suddenly broke into her field of vision.

On the sword screen, lightsabers were swimming like fish, forming perfect circles. The alternating breath of yin and yang rippled, and the surrounding space became blurred. The circular sword curtain was like a door leading to another world. !

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

The alternating breath of yin and yang is obscure and unfathomable. Song Xiaoqian, who was on the wolf's back, was not too surprised. She was now convinced that Ai Hui in the sword formation was just to attack the Grandmaster!

How could it be so easy to see through the methods used by a strong man who could attack the Grand Master?

But this could not shake her determination at all. She leaned down lower, the light from the tip of the spear emitted a bone-chilling chill, the hooves of the silver-frost-headed wolf fell, and snowflakes blossomed.

He and his gun slammed into the three yin and three yang sword rings.

Ding!

There was a crisp sound of ice cracking, the sword ring shattered and splashed, and the dim lightsaber flew in all directions.

The flying lightsaber was covered with silver frost and exuded a cold air, as if it had been taken out of an iceberg.

The field of vision in front of him suddenly became clear again, but Song Xiaoqian's pupils shrank again.

In front of her, a circular sword curtain appeared at some point.

She understood that there must be more sword screens waiting for her behind. Not only did she not feel the slightest bit defeated, but she suddenly felt a surge of pride in her chest. She galloped like a wolf and grabbed the ball, Come on!

A streak of white frost lightning continuously hit the circular sword curtains.

Ding ding ding!

The sound of cracking ice is endless, crisp and sweet.

Within twenty feet, thirteen paths!

The obsession with winning and losing was put aside, and the matter of life and death was put elsewhere. She had no distracting thoughts and only one thought, to move forward!

The lingering sound of swords and the endless mist were left behind her, and the roar of ice 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 of her. , 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 opened up, and Ai Hui's figure was only twenty feet away!

Song Xiaoqian's body was dripping with blood, and Shenjun's proud Silver Frost-headed wolf was covered in cuts and bruises. One person and one wolf were as cold as ice.

What greeted them was the six crescent moons that arrived silently.

Ai Hui admired and admired Song Xiaofeng's bravery and decisiveness, even though he was a woman, he showed no mercy to his subordinates.

The number of lightsabers he can wield continues to increase.

The dim lightsaber that fell to the ground made a sizzling sound, and the silver frost on the surface was melting, revealing a bright spot of light that was spreading. Light sabers contain the power of divine blood, which is a higher level than the blood spiritual power of frost. They are breaking free from the shackles of frost.

The six lightsabers formed a crescent moon, and the six crescent moons drew mysterious and unpredictable trajectories in the sky, arriving silently with a murderous intent.

Probably because he has been in a weak position for a long time, Ai Hui doesn't like those flashy and powerful killing moves. He prefers those that are more subtle and less noticeable. !

Compared with Ai Hui's previous one, the current one is completely different.

The cold light of the six crescent moons is clear and real, but also illusory.

Song Xiaoqian, who was standing proudly on the wolf's back, suddenly smiled, and transparent flames rose from her body. The head of the silver frost-headed wolf beneath him was raised proudly, and the same transparent flames rose from the blood-stained snow-white hair. !

All the frost and fire in the sky were extinguished. Under the night, in the valley filled with sword formations, there was only this cold fire.

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

Song Xiaoqian raised his head and clamped down on the wolf's belly. The silver-frost-headed wolf jumped up in front of the six crescent moons and thrust out with his spear!

A melodious wolf moo.

The Yinshuang soldiers who had not yet escaped from the sword ringing bell woke up from a dream, and then saw a heartbreaking scene.

Song Xiaoqian and her silver frost-headed wolf, carrying cold flames, collided with the six crescent moons that broke through the sky without any tricks.

No!

The heart-rending howls of the Silver Frost soldiers resounded throughout the valley.

boom!

Frost and fire flew everywhere, and the cold moon cracked.

The figures of a man and a wolf in the sky are still standing upright, although the frost fire is much dimmed, and only half of the spear is left.

Before Soldier Yinshuang could breathe a sigh of relief, a red veil came from nowhere and fell on Song Xiaoqiang's shoulders, like a light red gauze shawl draped over her. It was so beautiful.

That is……

The Yinshuang soldiers' eyes widened, showing endless fear.

A wisp of red flame rose up, mixed with the cold transparent flame, forming a beautiful and eerie scene. !

Compared with the head-on confrontation before, this move now has no fireworks at all, it is gentle and weak, and has an unreal beauty. The power of the divine blood contained in the lightsaber and the temperature of the flames generated are extremely high, which is unparalleled.

The red flames wrapped around one person and one wolf like an iceberg.

The iceberg gradually melted, and the figures of one person and one wolf gradually faded into nothingness.

Flames like veils fell from the sky, and a sigh could be heard vaguely.

The Yinshuang soldiers burst into tears.

More lightsabers have already gathered above the valley. They are like a well-disciplined army, arranged silently and neatly.

Ai Hui did not sigh. He had admiration but no pity for his enemies.

Light sabers pour down!

A waterfall like broken porcelain fell from the sky, as if pouring down from the Milky Way nine days away, and the whistle changed from sharp to roaring. !

The roars and curses merged into a sound wave that seemed to overturn the valley.

The sound faded.

Occasionally audible.

Return to silence.