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"This sword, 'Ice', is made of tens of thousands of years of ice crystals." When he held the Ice Sword, Qi Hao's face suddenly became solemn, and the silver-white sword body exuded a bit of cold air, immediately causing many Qingyun disciples under the arena to step back a few feet.

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Even though Chen Jun was far away, he could still feel the coldness coming towards him. Compared with two years ago, his ice sword intent was a bit more domineering and exposed at the moment.

"excuse me!"

As soon as the words fell, Qi Hao didn't care whether Chen Jun was trying to be mysterious or not, he directly recited the magic spell and slashed it down in the air with his sword.

Every time he flew across the ring, a thick layer of ice would form on the ground. When the sword struck down, the violent air of ice in the sky condensed the place where the sword flew into the air into sharp ice.

It looks extremely scary.

Many Qingyun disciples in the audience were surprised. Although they had seen this ice mysterious technique many times in the past few days, very few of them could actually use it.

Even if you want to achieve such an effect, you must be at least the fifth level of Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao Jade Clear Realm. To use it like Qi Hao drinking water requires long-term practice.

"interesting."

A bone-chilling coldness shrouded his body. Chen Jun's eyes flashed with seriousness, while Qi Hao's Ice Divine Sword was as fast as a meteor chasing the moon. It was so fast that the beam of sword light almost broke mountains and rocks to cut him into two pieces.

"melt."

Chen Jun stepped forward, without drawing his sword. Instead, he punched out with a rare punch. A grand and dazzling red light vibrated on his fist. All the space within three feet suddenly became hot, and the ice blades shot from the air were instantly blasted.

Dissolve into water.

Qi Hao's eyes were shocked. He never expected that Chen Jun could easily break his signature technique with just one move.

Although this method does not appear to be as powerful and terrifying as the Divine Sword Controlling Thunder Art, it can overwhelm people in their realm, and with increasing practice, it has the power to freeze the river.

He expected that almost half of Chen Jun's spiritual power had been consumed in the previous resistance to the divine thunder, but he did not expect that what he was holding in his palm was actually the most precious treasure in the world, the Xuanhuojian, and that he had been mastered in its use, which was enough to restrain his ice technique.

The technique was broken, and the long sword still slashed through the air. Chen Jun did not dodge or evade, but went straight towards him. The two of them fought with fists and swords. After dozens of back and forths, every time a aftermath fell, a huge pit mark appeared in the arena.

There is a sword mark gully as wide as the palm of your hand.

"It seems that there is no distinction between them. Is it just that this Dazhu Peak is a relatively remote body cultivation? Why is it so rare to see him using magic weapons?"

"I guess it's because he doesn't have much spiritual power in his body, so he fights at close quarters. But this will lead to defeat in the long run."

"I think his sword is not as long as that of Senior Brother Qi Hao, or there are shortcomings in the weapon."

Many people below had different opinions, and at this moment, Qi Hao was complaining in his heart that close combat was his shortcoming. The two of them seemed to be in a deadlock, but he was suppressed hard and had to worry about the danger of him taking the sword.

Boom!

The fists and swords collided, and a deafening thunder exploded in the ring. The ice chips on Chen Jun's fists instantly melted in the heat of the mysterious fire. Qi Hao followed the rebound force and immediately opened the attack distance, raised his sword high and shouted:

"Nine layers of ice prison!"

Suddenly, the sky was full of wind and snow, and frost and ice crystals fell in mid-air, instantly freezing the top and bottom of the Baizhang Arena into a world covered in silver.

"That's it!"

Zeng immediately jumped up and shouted, "This is how I was defeated by Qi Hao."

When Lu Xueqi heard this, her eyes showed a bit of solemnity. Taoist Cangsong on the stage nodded repeatedly, looking quite approving.

"Black Ice Thorn!"

Qi Hao drank coldly, but the picture of countless icicles stabbing from the ground in the ice prison did not appear. What happened?

"What are you pricking? Brother Qi, are you kidding me? It's quite cool here."

Qi Hao: "...."

He glanced up and saw that the ice under Chen Jun's feet had melted into a puddle of water, and it would even gradually expand if he didn't take action.

"Don't be so proud!" He said with anger on his face.

It was too late, but soon, Qi Hao stood up from his clothes and turned into a bolt of lightning and flew out. The speed was several times faster than before, as if he was the master in this ice prison, and the ice blade was extremely cold.

It's like being able to frostbite a person's soul. If you stay in this environment, let alone fight, how long you can stay is a question.

As Qingyun Huiwu Laurel, Qi Hao naturally has two skills.

Boom!

In the mid-air, blue light flashed, and the green light was brilliant. Two figures were galloping like sharp arrows, flying past. The towering ice blades above the arena were suddenly cut and shattered by the sword light, but each sword light could not.

It fell on the man in white just a short distance away.

"Xiao Fan, that's fine. Why do I feel that it's not that your senior brother has almost lost his spiritual power? It's more like he's teasing Qi Hao in the middle of applause. Not even a sword falls on him. What kind of air-control movement is this?"

Zeng opened his mouth wide and looked surprised, while many Qingyun disciples beside him also looked like they had seen a ghost.

As if he were playing, Qi Hao became more and more furious in his heart, and the spiritual power in his body burst out wildly. Little did he know that the towering ice prison around him was either chopped to pieces by his sword light, or melted into water.

At this point in the war, it's time to end.

With a thought in his mind, Chen Jun paused in the air, and Qi Hao looked happy, but suddenly a roar of gold and stone broke out, impacting his soul: "Qi Hao!"

The tongue exploded with thunder, and the sound of thunder erupted. Immediately, the jade crown on Qi Hao's head exploded into powder, and the movement of the ice sword in his hand could not help but slow down.

"Bang!"

Chen Jun stood in the sky. At that moment, a thunderbolt cracked the sky, and a strong wind filled the sky, sweeping away the icicles of the Ice Prison and twisting them into pieces. The strong wind also blew his clothes and fluttered.

"Boom!" A low roar seemed to come from the horizon, echoing throughout the world.

Chen Jun suddenly stretched out his right hand, clenched his five fingers together, and tore violently, as if he was holding a sword with a strong wind.

"cut!"

It was as if the pardon order from the gods and demons in the nine heavens suddenly failed, causing the sky to darken and the earth to darken, the wind and thunder stirred, a few sparks crackled in the dark ice prison, and suddenly there was a dazzling light, and a bolt of lightning tore through the endless blackness and pierced the sky.

Qi Hao opened his eyes wide and then closed them suddenly.

All the ice prison debris was suddenly gone, and the arena was cut in half with a sword. The ravine of the sword mark extended to the end of the Yunhai Square of Tongtian Peak.

On the seats, Cangsong's face darkened, and Shuiyue and several leaders also changed their faces.

He didn't even pull out such a sword, it was far from complete, but its power was only slightly inferior to theirs. What would happen if the sword on his back was unsheathed?

"Too strong, your senior brother!"

Zeng slapped Zhang Xiaofan on the shoulder and stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

There is no need to doubt his strength. Based on the multiple crushing of body, magic and sword skills just now, Chen Jun's strength is beyond their ability to guess.

Qi Hao trembled, opened his eyes, looked at the ground and breathed a sigh of relief. The sword just struck him from his shoulder. As long as he got any closer, he would face the wave of death.

"Do you want to fight again?"

Qi Hao asked: "You just dodged one after another, didn't you lose your spiritual power?"

"Who said that? Eyes can be deceiving."

Qi Hao lowered his head and sighed: "I'm convinced, you are indeed much stronger than me."

Chen Jun smiled. Qi Hao was indeed a decent person in the original book. Apart from prying Tian Linger, his other actions were remarkable. Even with him, it was just a matter of honor within the sect.

Since he has surrendered, he naturally has no interest in causing trouble for him.

However, when he stepped across the broken wooden planks of the arena, he bent down and let out a long breath, his chest rose and fell slightly, and a thin stream of sweat formed on his forehead, because the sword just now had really consumed all the spiritual energy in his body.

Many people looked at this scene with moved expressions, including Qi Hao, who instantly understood that what he said was a lie.

"He just fought against Qi Hao even though he was severely damaged by the divine thunder. He also easily defeated Qi Hao."

"If this is really the case, what is his real strength?"

"His potential is really terrifying. Perhaps only Senior Brother Xiao Yicai among the younger generation can compare..."

"..."

Feeling that his body gradually had some remaining strength, he pushed himself up. At this moment, a white and slender hand stretched out to support him. When Chen Jun raised his eyes, it was Lu Xueqi.

He was stunned and smiled: "Thank you!"

"No, you helped me before."