For the dream world, some principles can be put aside, some concerns can be abandoned, and some sacrifices... are inevitable.
Qian Daoliu slowly raised his hand, and the sacred and fiery Angel Soul Power began to gather in his palm. It was incompatible with this extremely cold world, but it also carried a decisive meaning that seemed to purify everything.
His eyes looking at Snow Empress no longer wavered at all, only as firm as a rock.
"Your Excellency Snow Empress, we have different positions on right and wrong, so there is no need to say more."
His voice was grand yet calm.
"Today, the only thing we can do is fight!"
For the great cause of the Wangsheng Hall, for the future of the deceased, and for... the fire of faith in his heart that had long since passed away with the Spirit Hall, but was eager to be rekindled.
Qian Daoliu The moment the words fell, the battle broke out in the most direct and violent way.
No temptation, no hesitation.
Facing existences like Snow Empress, any attempt to hold back would be disrespectful to each other, and would be self-destructive.
"Buzz--!"
The golden light around Qian Daoliu surged, and the majestic Soul Power surged out like a golden ocean, reflecting him like a sun descending on the ice sheet.
Behind him, six huge wings composed of pure light and sacred energy suddenly spread out, each feather flowing with golden divine brilliance, which was sacred, majestic, and could not be blasphemed.
Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, officially appeared.
At the same time, the remaining fifteen black-robed Titled Douluo also lifted their cloaks at the same time, revealing their respective faces.
One after another, Martial Soul shadows of different shapes soared into the sky, and the colorful Soul Ring shone and pulsed under their feet. The scene of more than a hundred Soul Ring appearing at the same time rendered half of the sky strange and bizarre, echoing the Qian Daoliu.
They did not join the battle group immediately, but dispersed in a tacit understanding, occupying favorable positions around the snow peak. Their powerful auras intertwined into an invisible network, firmly locking Snow Empress in the center of the battlefield.
They are holding the battle for Qian Daoliu to prevent Snow Empress from escaping. They are also using their coercion to continuously impact and interfere with Snow Empress's mind, trying to open a tiny gap in Lord of the Far North's perfect fighting rhythm.
However, Snow Empress seemed unaware of this.
In her eyes, Qian Daoliu is the only opponent at this moment.
"Emperor's Cold Heaven·Snow Dance Shining Sun!"
Snow Empress's cold voice seemed to contain the truth of heaven and earth, and she lightly touched the ice with her feet.
There was no huge momentum, but the rules were instantly rewritten on the top of the snow peak, and even on the sky and earth for dozens of miles around.
With her as the center, the endless ice and snow no longer fell naturally, but turned into violent, living elves.
The howling cold wind turned into a storm of light blue ice blades visible to the naked eye. Each snowflake was as heavy as iron and sharp as a knife, spinning and cutting crazily.
The sky was completely dark, and only the pale white of the ice and snow and the blue of the ice blade were the main colors of this area.
The temperature dropped crazily at an unreasonable speed, and the Ultimate Ice element permeating the air was extremely rich, as if time and space were frozen together.
This is the realm of Snow Empress, Snow Dance Shining Sun.
In this field, she is the absolute master. The enemy's speed, perception, and Soul Power operation will be greatly suppressed, and every attack she makes will be blessed by the entire field.
"Sacred Realm·Angel Descent!"
How could Qian Daoliu sit back and watch himself being suppressed? He also let out a majestic shout.
With him as the center, the golden light expanded rapidly like mercury pouring down the ground, colliding brazenly with the sweeping ice and snow realm.
"Boom--!!!"
An invisible collision breaks out at the boundary where the two major fields come into contact.
There was no substantive sound, but there was a heaven-shaking Soul Shock sweeping across all directions.
The golden holy light and the blue ice fragments intertwined wildly, annihilated and eroded.
The sky seemed to be torn apart, half of it was the sacred golden heaven, and the other half was the dead ice and snow purgatory.
In the sacred realm, hymns linger, full of purifying and warming power, constantly melting away the extreme chill that invades, and providing Qian Daoliu with a steady stream of power blessing and Soul Power recovery.
This is a head-on confrontation between attributes and domains.
The ultimate coldness and the ultimate holiness, two different forces started the cruelest tug-of-war at the top of Far North.
At the same time as the field confrontation, the two people's attacks were also launched.
Snow Empress points together like a sword, swiping through the void.
A ray of dark blue light burst out from her fingertips, and instantly condensed into a long sword about four feet long, whose entire body looked like it was carved from ten thousand years of black ice.
The sword body is crystal clear, and there seem to be countless runes of ice laws flowing inside. At the edge of the sword, the space shows a subtle trace of being frozen and then quietly shattering.
A fierce sword intent that cut off everything soared into the sky and locked onto Qian Daoliu.
Emperor Sword·Bingji Wushuang!
As soon as the sword was released, the raging wind and snow around it seemed to be silent for a moment, as if to pay respect to the embodiment of the rules of ice.
"Good sword."
Qian Daoliu's eyes burst out with bright light. Even if he was hostile, he couldn't help but cheer for the purity and perfection contained in this sword.
The condensation of the sword's will and the sharpness of the sword's power could only be matched by Sword Douluo Chen Xin who dedicated his life to the sword thousands of years ago in his long life.
No, perhaps in terms of the word "pure", Snow Empress, which originates from the origin of heaven and earth and is in perfect harmony with itself, is even better than Emperor Sword.
Facing this attack that could threaten his own life, Qian Daoliu did not dare to show any signs of neglect.
"Seventh Soul Skill·Angel True Body!"
He let out a chant that seemed to come from heaven, and his whole body suddenly expanded, turning into a Six-Winged Angel that was tens of meters high and composed entirely of pure sacred energy.
Golden armor covers his whole body, his face is vague and majestic, and he holds a huge lightsaber that is also condensed with divine power.
The surging sacred aura spread like a tsunami, temporarily pushing back the surrounding ice and snow.
Incarnated as Angel True Body, Qian Daoliu's momentum has reached its peak.
He held the huge Angel Holy Sword with both hands, and faced Snow Empress, the seemingly small Emperor Sword that contained the power of destroying the world and destroying the world, and slashed it down.
"Holy Sword·Judgment!"
There are no fancy tricks, this is a head-on collision of power and power, rules and rules.
"Qiang--!!!!!"
Emperor Sword and Angel Holy Sword finally collided together.
An indescribable loud noise, a mixture of metallic resonance and energy explosion, instantly spread throughout the entire Far North core.
The actual sound waves formed by the sound spread in a circular shape. Wherever they passed, the ice and snow accumulated on the snow peaks for thousands of years were lifted up and thrown away layer by layer, like a white tsunami.