They knew that this was caused by the sword's will, not the real freezing. They struggled to break the restraints but couldn't.

The movements slowed down and the power of the moves was greatly reduced. I thought it would be easy to deal with these twelve middle-aged men, but now it is extremely difficult.

The sword moves of the twelve middle-aged men were also slow but exquisite, and they were able to block their "violent" attacks.

At first glance, they seemed to be joking with each other, gesticulating softly and slowly, giving the other party plenty of time to dodge and think about their moves.

Only they themselves know the dangers involved.

Zhou Yu and Zhou Yang suddenly withdrew their swords and retreated.

The snowflakes all over the sky seemed to dissipate, the cold chill disappeared, the body became light, and the moves became swift.

Everyone who was originally slow suddenly became several times faster.

"Ding ding..."

"snort."

"ah."

…

The sounds of swords clashing, muffled grunts, and screams came and went, mixed together, and the originally peaceful air was suddenly broken.

The surrounding birds started up and flew away.

Zhou Yu and Zhou Yang stood side by side with the young man in the center of the field, their long swords hanging low, in a resting state, ready to raise their swords and fight again at any time.

But as the disciples of Shenjian Peak joined the battle, the twelve middle-aged men were already coping well, and they couldn't muster the energy to deal with him again.

Zhou Yang hummed: "Who are these guys?"

Zhou Yu shook his head gently: "This is a group of dead soldiers, you still have to be careful."

"Dead soldier?" The plain-looking young man frowned.

Zhou Yudao: "They are all brave and fearless of death. Once they are defeated, they will use tricks that will kill them all... It should be some evil sect."

The ordinary-looking young man raised his voice and said: "Brothers and fellow apprentices, be careful that they will all perish together!"

The people who were fighting suddenly became energetic, looked solemn, and became cautious.

These guys are very powerful. If they really want to be destroyed together, they may not be able to stop them. It will be very troublesome!

The plain-looking young man's voice suddenly fell, and suddenly there was a muffled "bang" sound, and a middle-aged man's left shoulder exploded into a ball of blood mist.

The two Divine Sword Peak disciples next to them retreated quickly, but they didn't make it in time. There was still a little bit of blood mist on their hands.

Their expressions suddenly changed, and they swung their swords to slice off their left hands, and a piece of flesh and blood left the back of their hands.

These two people are Guan Yiming and Huang Ziyun.

"Junior Brother Guan, Junior Brother Huang?" the ordinary-looking young man said hurriedly.

"Be careful, this blood mist is highly poisonous."

Guan Yiming and Huang Ziyun's left hands were bleeding like pillars. Guan Yiming shouted while swinging his sword. Huang Ziyun's face was gloomy, and the purple light on the sword became more and more intense.

Six Divine Sword Peak disciples and twelve middle-aged men, one against two, the situation was momentarily deadlocked.

The ordinary-looking young man turned to look at Zhou Yu: "Miss Zhou..."

Zhou Yu nodded lightly.

She glanced at Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang said: "Don't worry, I'll guard him."

Zhou Yu left in a flash, appeared behind a middle-aged man, stabbed lightly, his posture was light and graceful, as if dancing, the tip of the sword easily penetrated the middle-aged man's right shoulder, then retreated as soon as the middle-aged man turned around,

She had already reached behind another middle-aged man and stabbed him in the right shoulder with ease.

"Good swordsmanship!" the plain-looking young man praised.

This swordsmanship is truly mysterious. It is a seemingly effortless sneak attack, taking advantage of the opponent's unpreparedness to stab him with his sword.

In fact, the sword was drawn out too quickly, and the sword power was so silent and restrained that the opponent could not sense it.

As a top swordsman, his instinct for danger is crucial.

Sometimes the opponent moves too quickly and has no time to react. Rely on your intuition and your body will react automatically to get ahead of your own thoughts.

These are all top swordsmen, and they all have this kind of induction, but it has no effect in front of Zhou Tianxiang, which shows how powerful Zhou Tianxiang is.

Zhou Yang grinned and said: "These guys are too weak."

The ordinary-looking young man looked at him helplessly.

Zhou Tianxiang is beautiful and gentle, and Lan Xinhui is kind, but her younger brother is too reckless and makes people helpless.

He said that these guys are too weak, so who do you think they are, and who do you think they do?

Are you and them both weak?

Is Divine Sword Peak also weak?

Zhou Yu floated back lightly and shook his sword lightly.

The blood droplets from the tip of the sword flew out and fell to the far side of the stream, burrowing into the soil along the grass and disappearing.

She returned the sword to its sheath.

"Bang bang bang bang..." The muffled sound continued.

Balls of blood mist exploded.

Guan Yiming and the others were already prepared and alert, and they retreated one after another to prevent the blood mist from getting on them.

The blood mist condensed and refused to disperse, shrouding the twelve middle-aged men, and their figures could no longer be seen clearly.

The disciples of the God's Sword Peak waved their sleeves and waved with all their strength, forming a strong wind.

The strong wind blew the blood mist away after a while.

There was no trace of the green grass on the ground, and there was only a piece of red ground, as if it had been burned by arson, with scorch marks everywhere.

"Where are the people?" Guan Yiming was surprised.

Everyone's eyes wandered.

"Run away?" Guan Yiming said in surprise: "Is this an escape technique?"

Everyone's eyes fell on the creek nearby.

As soon as I heard about escape, I immediately thought of this creek.

The gurgling creek is three feet wide and the water is so clear that you can touch the bottom with just one hand.

"Water escape technique?" Huang Ziyun said coldly.

He didn't believe that these guys were dead.

It is simply a shame and humiliation to escape under the siege of so many people!

"It should be Earth Escape plus Water Escape." Everyone commented one after another.

Shenjian Peak has a vassal sect, the Five Elements Sect, which is best at escape, so they are very proficient in this aspect.

It's just that proficiency is proficiency, but few people practice it. I feel that instead of wasting this energy on practicing escape techniques, it is better to use it to practice swordsmanship.

The swordsmanship at Shenjian Peak is profound and mysterious and requires a huge amount of energy. Being distracted is a taboo.

The plain-looking young man came to the river with Zhou Yu and Zhou Yang.

He clasped his fists one by one and thanked everyone. Everyone returned the favor with a smile and said he was too polite and outspoken.

Only then did Zhou Yu and Zhou Yang learn that this person's surname was Zhu, Zhu Wanjiang.

After Zhu Wanjiang met everyone, he came to the stream, looked down, frowned and thought.

He raised his head and shook his head at everyone: "That's not right."

"What's wrong?" Guan Yiming asked, "Senior Brother, have you discovered anything?"

Zhu Wanjiang shook his head: "What they used was not the water escape technique."

"Why?" Guan Yiming asked curiously.

Zhu Wanjiang said: "After the water escape technique is used, the water here will definitely change and should become turbid."

"That's not water escape, but earth escape?"

"It must be Tu Eun."

"You can't escape far with Earth Escape!"

"Exactly."

"Then let's chase!"

"She shouldn't have escaped far, let's give chase!"

Zhou Yu and Zhou Yang did not move, just stared at the gurgling stream.
To be continued...