Villain: Be a teacher to the son of luck

The battle on the ground gradually came to an end.

After Wanyan Lingxu's northern Xinjiang iron cavalry entered the arena, the resistance of the remaining rebel corpses was nothing more than the cicadas after autumn, and they all disappeared under the trampling of iron hooves.

Wen Mingting had already been captured without a fight, and was personally guarded and trapped by Xie Xuan'er, Zi Anran and many other strong men, and put on multiple restrictive magical weapons such as the [Immortal Binding Lock].

Xie Fuyi quietly looked at the last few skeletons of the remaining traitors who were gradually being surrounded and captured before him, and he suddenly felt a little relieved.
This hidden danger in the sect that had been oppressing him from the very beginning was finally completely eliminated today.

but
it's not finished yet.

Xie Fuyi was thinking in his heart, and couldn't help but look at the huge dark whirlpool of flames and frost in the sky.
Several stronger monks were going to help Han Ruqing, but they couldn't even get into the dark vortex.

That is no longer a battle that monks of their level can participate in.

On the distant battlefield.

Wanyan Lingxu, who had basically quelled the rebels of the Ye and Wen factions, held the reins of the war horse in his hand and the Beijiang machete on his waist, and looked at Xie Fuyi's place from a distance, as if he wanted to ask Xie Fuyi for his thoughts.

Xie Fuyi felt something in his heart, he turned his head to look at Wanyan Lingxu, and nodded slightly.

The latter immediately bowed and cupped his fists on the horse in response.

The battle in the sky intensifies.

Between Ye Hanchen and Han Ruqing, because the dark vortex obscured the line of sight, it was impossible to see the specific situation clearly.
Wanyan Lingxu once again looked at Wen Mingting who was being imprisoned and the surrounding battlefield, and after confirming that there was no serious problem, he immediately held the scimitar at his waist, and was about to use his kung fu to go to heaven for a battle.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the dark vortex in the sky made a loud bang that shook the sky.

What followed was like a magma cracking, and the ice wrapped in flames splashed in all directions like a meteorite.
Ice in flames.

In an instant, it can be seen all over the sky, falling like a meteor in a torrential rain.

This scene is so unreal that people can hardly believe their eyes.

There was a piece of flaming ice, about the size of three or five adults, and it fell straight towards Xie Fuyi's direction.

If the flames and ice formed by Taoism fall straight down like this, its power is no less than that of rocks and fire arrows thrown by catapults.

Moreover, if you really compare it carefully, I am afraid that the power is more than that.

Wanyan Lingxu in the center of the battlefield happened to witness this scene.

She knew very well that her master Xie Fuyi's mana was exhausted at this moment, and it was impossible to block such flames and ice, so she didn't think too much about it, she used force on her feet, and with the help of stirrups, she flew in front of Xie Fuyi.

Pulling out the scimitar from his waist, the light of the knife disappeared in a flash.

The flaming ice that was originally enough to rival the most powerful siege weapon was chopped into dozens of pieces in an instant, and its strength was removed, and it fell to the ground powerlessly, and finally turned into a puddle of water and disappeared.

"It looks like it's a winner."

Glancing at the stagnant water in front of him and the bursting dark vortex in the sky, Xie Fuyi suddenly spoke lightly, with a calm composure in his tone that knew all the consequences.

Wanyan Lingxu was slightly taken aback.

But at this time, she also knew that she might not have to help Han Ruqing anymore, so she went straight to the master Xie Fuyi and asked respectfully——

"Then, Master, did Junior Brother Han win?"

Wanyan Lingxu's words were somewhat tentative.

In fact, if it is true, although Han Ruqing is strong, she does not think that Han Ruqing has the strength to defeat Ye Hanchen.

But she had also heard—

Master Xie Fuyi has already given Han Ruqing the second half of [Wuxiang Huohuang], if Han Ruqing has practiced the first and second volumes, he may indeed have the power to fight Ye Hanchen.

"Do not."

Xie Fuyi's words were indifferent but with a sense of expectation, "... Ruqing is defeated."

When Wanyan Lingxu heard the words, his pupils shrank slightly.

As soon as Xie Fuyi's words fell, the dark vortex that had exploded before completely dissipated at this time.
Along with it, one after another bolide-like objects fell straight to the ground.

Among them, the largest bunch of "bolides" was the most conspicuous, hitting the ground vertically.

"bump!"

Accompanied by the crackling sound of hitting the ground, in the center of the cracks in the spider veins, the true face of the largest bunch of "fire meteors" was finally revealed—it was Han Ruqing.

At this moment, Han Ruqing had many frostbite marks on his body. Even though the mana on his body formed flames and lingered around him, his body was still shaking uncontrollably.

The [Sacred Killing Spear] in his hand, the tip of the spear has become a pile of ice picks.

Even the Taoist flames of [Wuxiang Huohuang] could not burn out.

And corresponding to Han Ruqing, Ye Hanchen's situation in the midair is not particularly advantageous.
It is unknown whether the ancient crown that originally tied his hair was burned or was blown away by the blade of a gun, and strands of black hair were scattered behind him, floating slightly under the cyclone of mana.

The dark brocade clothes on his body were burned in many places by the flames. Although he still looked strong and fierce, he felt a little indescribably embarrassed.

Ye Hanchen also took a gap at this time, and looked at the ground battlefield under his feet, only to realize that his side was at the end of his game.

Han Ruqing, who was shot down to the ground, supported his body with the help of the spear with both hands, and tried to fly forward to fight again several times, but he was unable to do so, and fell to his knees with half support.

Ye Hanchen no longer focused on him.
A pair of cold eyes quickly searched for the target on the ground battlefield of the melee, and finally, the sight finally fixed on the conspicuous green and white fairy robe in front of the fairyland on the rockery!

Completely different from the surrounding chaotic environment, Ruo Ruo is not a fairy who belongs to this world.

But Ye Hanchen didn't care about these.
Now, there is only this last distance between him and Xie Fuyi!

The remaining mana in his body was used to the extreme, Ye Hanchen's figure moved instantly, leaving behind afterimages
In the surrounding space, there are "Frost Flying Swords" formed by the condensed cultivation mana, which will kill and force the rest of the monks and monster clans who are trying to stop Ye Hanchen to retreat.

The distance between Ye Hanchen and Xie Fuyi was not too far.

But now that Ye Hanchen was flying with all his strength, and no one could stop him, within a few breaths, the two of them could already clearly see every slight movement on the other's face.

But for some reason, Xie Fuyi remained calm and composed, without any thought of avoiding it.
Behind him, Wanyan Lingxu held the scimitar upside down, stepped over Xie Fuyi to block it.

Wanyan Lingxu, as one of the only three first-rank ranks in the Yaoxian Sect, is also the goddess of war admired by thousands of people in northern Xinjiang, so her strength is self-evident.

The scimitar in his hand became radiant with the infusion of mana, and the light of the blade flashed.

The knife directly cut a long and narrow scar visible to the naked eye on Ye Hanchen's body in front of him, and the bones under the flesh and blood could almost be seen
It wasn't that Wanyan Lingxu's knife was terrifying, but that Ye Hanchen had no intention of avoiding it at all.

No matter what kind of secret method Ye Hanchen used, no matter how the saber slashed at him, his actions were not affected by the saber at all.

Ye Hanchen directly used the simplest and most brutal way to clamp Wanyan Lingxu with his left hand so that he could not move, and the [Shadowless Cold Sword] appeared on his right hand, stabbing directly at Wanyan Lingxu's vitals, without any sympathy, sympathy, Show mercy concept.

The latter's eyes were fixed, and the scimitar in his hand cut into Ye Hanchen's body, but he still couldn't change the opponent's attack. Ye Hanchen seemed to have lost his sense of pain at this moment.

"hateful!"