There is an extremely cold atmosphere all around.
Xue'er's whole body, white light flowed, and spiritual pressure spread out.
The old man’s cloudy eyes suddenly flashed green.
"Crack, click, click..."
The surface of the old man's body began to crack, and tree root-like objects emerged from under his skin, twisting and circling, forming countless twisting roots.
These tree roots were like horned dragons, wrapping around his limbs and torso, wrapping his entire body.
The old man's figure suddenly swelled, and his originally rickety body became straight and straight, exuding the aura of the ninth floor of foundation building.
When Wu Buxiu and the others saw this, their expressions changed slightly.
"Formation!" Wu Buxiu shouted.
The three figures flashed and instantly stood in three directions, waving their swords at the same time.
The sword lights crisscrossed and intertwined into an airtight sword net.
On the sword net, there was a faint sound of thunder, and a strong sense of oppression spread to the surroundings.
"Boom!"
With a loud noise, the dilapidated roof of the mountain temple could not withstand the force and collapsed.
Rubbles and rubble were flying everywhere, and smoke and dust filled the air.
Ye Feng's spiritual power output sent the two beggars ten feet away. At this moment, Xueer formed a seal with her hands and chanted softly.
"Snowland...open!"
Xueer's voice was ethereal and ethereal.
The surrounding scene changes instantly.
The original dilapidated mountain temple disappeared, replaced by an endless snowfield.
The wind was howling and heavy snow was flying all over the sky.
In the center of the snowfield, a huge Bodhi tree appeared in front of everyone.
The branches of the Bodhi tree began to dance. They were like countless huge tentacles, waving in the air, making bursts of sound...
The temperature suddenly dropped, and the hot air exhaled by Ye Feng condensed into a white mist in the air, and then dissipated.
He was also transported to this snowy area, and not far away were the two sides fighting.
"This place is really cold." Ye Feng instinctively shrank his neck.
The star power in Ye Fengshen's body began to flow, trying to dispel the severe cold.
A faint layer of shimmer emerged from its body, forming a thin barrier.
Suddenly, the source of star power deep in the Dantian trembled without warning.
Ye Feng frowned slightly and looked at himself, not knowing why.
This restlessness is unprecedented, and it is not caused by oneself.
Immediately afterwards, a strange feeling filled the air.
It was an extremely obscure yet extremely familiar feeling, illusory, yet real.
"This is..." Ye Feng whispered to himself and looked around.
As far as the eye can see, there are only snowflakes in the sky and the fierce battle in front of them.
The ancient bodhi tree transformed by the old man exudes a faint green light, which is particularly conspicuous in the white snow.
Hundreds of branches instantly extended from his thick trunk, each one winding and twisting like a horned dragon, sweeping towards Wu Buxiu with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
Wherever the branches passed, the air was torn apart, making a "hissing" sound, and the snow on the ground was picked up by the strong wind, forming small snow tornadoes.
Wu Buxiu flicked his wrist, the long sword trembled with a "buzz", and instantly swung out a sharp sword energy.
The sword energy cut through the sky, with a harsh whistling sound, as it faced the incoming branches.
"Boom!"
The sword energy and the branches collided hard together, making a deafening sound.
For a time, sawdust was flying and ice and snow were splashing.
The sword energy was extremely sharp and cut off dozens of branches in an instant, but more branches came in like a tide.
"Damn it!" Wu Buxiu cursed secretly.
The newly formed sword formation was disintegrated by this sudden change.
Wu Buxiu's expression changed slightly. He did not expect that the old tree demon's attack would be so difficult.
He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body was running wildly. The long sword in his hand shone brightly, and the sword energy criss-crossed, forming an airtight sword net to protect himself.
On the other side, Xueer's attacks were not inferior.
She formed a seal with her hands and muttered something in her mouth. Ice-blue light emitted from her body, and the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly.
"Ice Cone Technique!"
As Xueer shouted, hundreds of ice picks instantly condensed in front of her, each one crystal clear and shining with cold light.
These ice picks were densely packed and shot toward Li Cong and Hao Yijian overwhelmingly.
"Well done!" Li Cong and Hao Yijian looked at each other.
The top-quality spiritual swords in their hands simultaneously erupted with dazzling lightning, and arcs of electricity jumped around the swords, making a "crackling" sound.
"Thunder Sword Technique!"
The two shouted loudly at the same time, and the long swords in their hands waved out streaks of silver sword light. The sword lights intertwined with each other to form a huge thunder net, facing the incoming ice cones.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The ice pick and the thunder net collided fiercely, making a deafening sound.
For a moment, ice chips flew and electric light flashed.
Although there are many ice picks, the power of the thunder net is even more amazing. With every impact, a large number of ice picks will be shattered and turned into ice powder.
However, Xueer's ice cone technique is not without effect.
Those shattered ice cones turned into icy cold air in the air and spread quickly, causing the surrounding temperature to drop again.
Li Cong and Hao Yijian felt a chill coming over them, and the movement of spiritual power in their bodies became sluggish.
"This little witch is quite capable!" Li Cong gritted his teeth, holding back the chill, and swung the long sword in his hand even faster.
Ye Feng watched with great interest and commented secretly: "This disciple of Wanjian Sect has good swordsmanship."
He touched his chin and thought about when to help Xueer.
After all, Xue'er is a snow demon, and her strength can be greatly enhanced in this ice and snow.
Although Li Cong and Hao Yijian are not weak in cultivation, their strength will be suppressed to a certain extent in this extremely cold environment.
In the field, the battle became increasingly fierce.
Wu Buxiu was entangled in the branches of the ancient Bodhi tree, and it was difficult to escape for a while.
Although Li Cong and Hao Yijian blocked Xueer's ice cone technique, they were also eroded by the cold air and their movements became sluggish.
"We can't go on like this!" Wu Buxiu was anxious, and there was fierceness in his eyes.
Wu Buxiu clenched his teeth and looked ferocious.
He waved his hand violently, and a ray of light shot out from the storage bag on his waist. It swelled in the wind and turned into a three-foot long sword. On the sword body, cold light circulated, and there was a faint sound of sword whistling.
Middle-grade magical weapon—Lingxiao Sword!
As soon as the Lingxiao Sword came out, the surrounding air became stagnant. This was the sword energy leaking out and splitting the air, creating a murderous intent.
"Three Talents Sword Formation!" Wu Buxiu shouted.
The three stood side by side again, with strange steps on their feet, waving the long swords in their hands, the sword tips facing each other far away, and shouting at the same time: "Three talents unite, sword formation, start!"
Wu Buxiu stood in the "Heaven" position, the Lingxiao Sword was shining brightly, and he was hesitating.
Li Cong stood in the "ground" position, with the spiritual sword in his hand thick and steady, as motionless as a mountain.
Hao Yijian stood in the "human" position, his sword power was agile and elegant, and his sword energy was like the wind, penetrating all directions.
The sword energy of the three people is intertwined, complementing each other and doubling their power.
Three long swords met in the air, the sword tips touched each other, and the sword energy surged crazily.
A huge sword energy vortex, with three swords as the center, rotates rapidly.