The snow-capped mountains are beautiful, and she stands gracefully in the blue sky, like a pure white girl, often covering her shy face with the pink and orange scarf given to it by the sun, peeking at the world with affectionate appearance. The iceberg is holy. It looks like a statue, kind, kind, and gentle. She seems to know the thoughts of every child in the world. She has the same broad and gentle love for every child. The iceberg is also grim. Like a majestic father, but he teaches you brave, justice, and strength. He does not like cowardly children, but only likes people who are as grim and bold as his personality.

The snow peaks shine in silver when the sun rises, and the main peak in the center stands out, just like the spire of a pyramid group. On the hillside of the main peak, there is a waterfall flowing down, with water vapor spreading, like thousands of golden flowers and honeysuckles, colorful and colorful. The sound of water resounds throughout the valley, making the waterfall appear more majestic. But at the bottom of the valley, it is another scene: the valley is purely an ice-cold world, with stalactite-like strange ice and stones everywhere, as if entering the fairy tale world; there are tens of millions of silver bead chains on the ice cliff, and crystal curtains are hanging vertically.

Under the shade of trees, it looks like the red tiled steeper-topped house in a fairy tale, especially the lake water that is as blue as clear as the sky, and the huge body of Beim Mountain, wearing a big skirt that is rolling in the clouds. The corner of the skirt is hooked up with a string of high and low peaks, and the snow-covered peaks, as sharp as steel cones inserted into the sky.

On the snow-capped mountains of Beimang Mountain, a group of people were fighting.

"I really didn't expect that a guy with a level 4 and nine stars would have such strength to crack our shields!" A level 6 monk couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the shield that was cracked.

He had to sigh because he knew how powerful his shield was. Even a sixth-level monk wanted to smash their shields, it would take some trouble.

Although crushing and cracking are different, it is not easy to leave cracks on the shield.

This guy's attack power should be no less than that of the fifth-level monk.

Of course, this is because Xiao Qian's pupil talisman is from the ground level, and the pupil talisman at the ground level gives Xiao Qian a powerful attack power.

These two sixth-level cultivators wanted to take advantage of this time to launch a final attack on Xiao Qian.

"Oh, it seems that it depends on you at critical moments!" Xiao Qian touched the pendant on his chest and said sighing.

As he finished speaking, a lightning flashed out of the pendant on his chest, and a protective circle quickly formed around his body.

Lightning wandered on the protective ring, and there were thunder sounds coming from the above from time to time.

...

Not far away

The forest was silent and mysterious. The bald branches of larch were hanging over silver frost, shaking. The soft light of the northern light penetrated the top of the tree and shone down along the tree body. Suddenly, a snow-covered clearing of the clearings in the forest, and suddenly illuminated half of the huge dead wood buried in the snow... In an instant, everything fell into the silent and mysterious darkness again.

Yang Hui stood there with a pale face and breathing rapidly. Although he used Yunxin Di Soul and Zhenshan Soul to increase his speed, he avoided the combined attack of the two sixth-level cultivators several times.

However, the speed of the sixth-level cultivator was still faster than that of Yang Hui who had used Yunxin Di Soul and Zhenshan Soul to increase the speed, so Yang Hui was still punched by the two sixth-level cultivators.

Fortunately, Yang Hui had already worn armor summoned with the pupil talisman, and the armor's protection ability was very powerful? It almost resisted the full-strength attack of most of the two sixth-level monks.

But the remaining power that was not blocked by the armor also made Yang Hui's blood boil, his breathing was rapid, and his face was pale. Yang Hui knew that if it weren't for the pupil talismans he had made before, he might have died here today.

"I didn't expect that your speed was so fast that I could avoid four attacks from our full force!" A sixth-level monk couldn't help but sigh.

In fact, Yang Hui not only avoided their attacks by fast speed, but also used his soul power to predict where they were going to attack from their behavior, so that he could successfully avoid four attacks.

"However, no matter how many auxiliary means you have, you are just a fourth-level cultivator. Your current strength is still too weak after all. You should just follow us obediently to avoid suffering from this flesh and blood."

Another sixth-level monk helped Yang Hui analyze the gap between him and himself, and kindly reminded him that these guys are really unwilling to take action. If the young master hadn't forced him, he might not have done this.

Yang Hui recognized the kindness of the sixth-level monk, but he knew clearly that he must not follow them, otherwise the consequences would be very serious. Whether he was imprisoned forever or being destroyed by these guys across the river, it would definitely not be a good result.

If you really leave with them, you will never be able to leave again. This is the most intuitive idea in Yang Hui's mind.

"Qingfrost Knife."

Yang Hui knew that his current situation was very dangerous, so he used his pupil talisman to summon the Qingfrost Sword he had made before.

As soon as the knife appeared, a biting cold air radiated from its surface.

The snow within six feet of the radius of the Qingfrost Knife was located melted rapidly, and waves of cold air merged into the Qingfrost Knife, making the cold air in the Qingfrost Knife even more amazing.

"Qingfrost cracks the sky slash."

Yang Hui felt that the cold air in the Qingfrost Sword was already the limit that Qingfrost Sword could bear, so he slashed out at the two sixth-level cultivators.

As he slashed out with his sword, the ground was quickly cracked by the powerful force carried by the sword light.

"Thunder Cloud Aegis Shield."

When the two sixth-level monks saw the sword light flying towards him, their faces were a little solemn, and they did not dare to summon their strongest defensive shields in the slightest slightest.

"Bang……"

The sword light emitted by Yang Hui collided with the shields summoned by the two sixth-level monks, making a loud noise that resounded through the sky.

After a while, the sword light dissipated, and some cracks appeared on the shield summoned by the two sixth-level monks.

But unfortunately, if the shield summoned by the two sixth-level monks broke open, the sword light attack emitted by Yang Hui was obviously not enough.

"Oh, it's really not an ordinary sixth-level cultivator!" Yang Hui saw that the attack he had made had not even shattered the other party's shield, so he sighed helplessly.

Yang Hui also knew that this would be the result, because Yang Hui made the Qingfrost Sword and fooled people in order to win, so its power was not as powerful as the Blood Mist Ice Sword. If Yang Hui had made the spiritual level pupil talisman at that time, he might have already broken the shields of the two monks now.

"A fourth-level monk can actually leave cracks on our shield, and you are proud enough." A sixth-level monk sighed.

...

Not far away.

There was almost no snow here, and only a thin layer of snow was sprinkled on the ground. The snow was still falling at this moment. The snowflakes fell down extremely timidly, dry and light, like fluff. With a light blow, the snowflakes blew from the roadside into the ditches, from the hills into the valley, and from the edge of the forest.

Yang Xin was no longer besieged by three sixth-level monks, but was besieged by two sixth-level monks. Another sixth-level monk was entangled by the three Beim Zhenshan tigers who were comparable to those of the fifth-level two-star monks and the cute little tiger.

The little tiger roared just now, and obviously called his three followers over.

Originally, the three fifth-level and two-star Beimian Zhenshanhu did not dare to attack the sixth-level cultivator. Because with their cleverness, of course they knew that they were just going to die.

But after they saw the cute little tiger rushing towards the sixth-level monk without hesitation, they could only grit their teeth and fight against the sixth-level monk.

Because their duty is to protect the cute little tiger. If something happens to the cute little tiger, then they don’t need to live.

Yang Xin has already exhausted all her pupil power now, and now she has not recovered at all, and the other party has not given her time at all. So even if only two sixth-level cultivators besieged Yang Xin, her condition is very bad. At this time, she was pale and her breathing is rapid.

Yang Xin can resist two sixth-level cultivators with the strength of the fifth-level two-star power, which has already shown all his skills. The two sixth-level cultivators on the opposite side are obviously very easy to fight, so Yang Xin feels pressure.

"Look at the move!" The two monks seemed to have joined forces to issue an eye technique and ran directly towards Yang Xin.

"Not good." Yang Xin knew that maybe she was going to be completely finished this time.

After she used her few remaining pupils to expand her strongest defense, she was defeated by the combined attack of the two sixth-level monks.

Every time she took a step back, she would step deep on the ground. The snow on the ground melted the moment she was touched by her feet.

The three fifth-level and two-star Beimian Zhenshan Tigers formed a triangle, surrounding the sixth-level monk.

The word "king" on the forehead of the cute little tiger actually emitted a faint light, and the light actually flew towards the word "king" on the forehead of the three Beim Zhenshan tigers, who were comparable to the fifth-level two-star monk.

The flames on the claws of the three Beim Zhenshan Tiger, whose strength is comparable to that of the fifth-level two-star monk, actually formed a fire circle along the triangle to surround the sixth-level monk.

Not only did the flames burn much larger than the flames they emitted when they fought with Yang Xin and the others, but the temperature also increased many times.

The snow in the surrounding area within five or six feet quickly turned into white fog.

The three Beim Zhenshan Tiger, whose strength is comparable to that of the fifth-level two-star monk, formed a formation with the help of the faint light emitted by the cute little tiger.

After the formation was formed, the comprehensive strength of the three Beim Zhenshanhu, whose strength was comparable to that of the fifth-level two-star monk, was greatly improved.

If this formation was used when they were fighting Yang Xin and the others, I believe Yang Xin and the others would not have won so easily.

But at that time they thought they had the strength that was comparable to the fifth-level two-star monk, so they didn't care much about Yang Xin and the others. So when they underestimated the enemy, they were beaten to no avail before they could use the formation.

"roar……"

The three Beimian Zhenshan Tigers shouted loudly at the sixth-level monk who was surrounded by him.

"I really didn't expect that the three Beimian Zhenshanhu, who are just fifth-level two-star, can achieve this power after forming a formation. It's really not easy!" The sixth-level cultivator couldn't help but sigh at the power of this formation.

"But his own strength is still too weak, so what's the use of using the formation?" said the sixth-level cultivator disapproved.

"Let you see what the real flame is." The sixth-level monk said to the three Beimian Zhenshan Tigers.

"The fire spreads to the prairie."

Obviously the sixth-level monk used his trick.

As he said that, his body emitted a blazing flame. The temperature of the flame was several times higher than that of the Beimian Zhenshan Tigers and the others.

"ah!"

The sixth-level monk let out a "ah", and the flames around him quickly spread outwards. In a short while, it spread to the Beijian Zhenshan Tigers and others.

"roar……"

The three Beimian Zhenshan Tigers let out an angry roar, which increased the flames on their bodies, but obviously they could not resist the flames of the sixth-level monk.

"roar……"

The three Beimian Zhenshan Tigers were burned by the flames of the sixth-level monk and let out a painful roar.

"roar……"

They quickly retreated and rolled on the snow six feet away. They wanted to use the snow on the snow to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

But wherever their bodies pass, the snow quickly turns into white mist, and the snow does not help them at all.

"roar……"

Their hair smelled burning, and their roars were very painful.

"Forget it, don't kill too much." The sixth-level monk saw the three Beimian Zhenshan Tigers rolling on the ground in great pain, and he felt a little reluctant.

As the words of the sixth-level monks fell, the flames on the three Beimian Zhenshan Tigers quickly extinguished!

Obviously, the sixth-level monk couldn't bear it, so he took away the flames from the Beimian Zhenshan Tigers.

"roar……"
To be continued...