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In the fierce battle, ice and fire intertwined, and every collision caused a harsh roar.

Beibing nimbly avoided Dongfangyan's flame attack and transformed into an ice elf and shuttled around the ring.

Western inflammation, on the other hand, constantly mobilizes the power of flames in an attempt to melt the ice defense line of the northern ice.

For a time, the entire arena was filled with the atmosphere of ice and fire, and the audience fell into feverish contemplation.

This duel is not only a contest between the leaders of the two forces, but also a fierce collision between ice and fire, representing two completely different forces.

The northern ice quickly condensed into a wall of ice, blocking her from Xi Yan.

The latter raised the flame staff in his hand and released a scorching fireball, which instantly exploded on the ice wall, stirring up thousands of layers of ice flowers.

Northern Ice and Western Flame stand face to face, and there is tension and gunpowder between them.

In the auditorium around the ring, people watched the decisive battle nervously.

The wind blew gently, and the coldness and heat collided in the air, creating a strange atmosphere.

Bei Bing stared at Xiang Yan across from her, her long hair flying and firm determination shining in her eyes.

The cold air on her body swirled like an ice dragon, forming a shield of frost that enveloped her whole body.

On the contrary, Xixiyan ignited a blazing flame around her, like a blazing god king.

"Beifang Bing, your cold power is insignificant in front of my flame." Xiangfang Yan sneered, and the flame in his hand became even hotter.

Her figure soared into the sky, like a flaming star, heading towards the northern ice.

Northern Ice smiled slightly, and the cold air condensed into arrows of ice and snow, shooting towards Western Flame in the air.

However, Xiangyan waved his hand gently, and a ball of flame surged, melting the arrow of ice and snow without a trace.

"You are still too naive, Beifang Bing." Xiangfang Yan mocked, and the power of the flames became even more violent.

Bei Bing looked at her opponent calmly, knowing that she had to find a breakthrough.

She suddenly flashed, disappeared in place, and then reappeared behind Xiangyan.

A cold ice arrow shot to Xiu Yan's back instantly.

Xingfangyan felt the cold air coming, turned around suddenly, and a flame shield stood up.

Ice arrows collided with flames, and a harsh roar erupted from the arena.

"You, the Frost Queen, are really not simple." Xiang Yan's eyes flashed with admiration.

She condensed the flames again and turned into a scorching fire dragon, attacking the northern ice.

Bei Bing frowned slightly, she knew this was a tough battle.

A crystal ice sword condensed in her hand and collided fiercely with the fire dragon.

The temperature in the arena soared instantly, and the battle between ice and fire unfolded in this space.

The situation around the arena was changing, the wind was raging, and flying snow was rolling up in the sky, forming a strong contrast with the fierce flames.

The audience was crowded with people, applause and cheers came one after another, creating a fanatical atmosphere.

When Beibing raised his hand, ice suddenly covered the entire arena, and the power of frost condensed into an ice wall, like the boundary of the extremely cold realm.

The Western Flame activated the power of flames, and the flames rolled and instantly turned into flames surrounding the body, forming a gorgeous wall of fire.

The two faced each other in the center of the ring, their momentum surging, as if they were about to involve the entire ring in the elemental storm between them.

Beifang Bing's eyes are deep, and the ice crystals in his hands emit a faint blue light, flowing like a clear spring, exuding an icy and awe-inspiring aura.

Western Yan, on the other hand, had bright eyes, blazing flames in his hands, and heat waves, burning the surrounding air.

Suddenly, Bei Bing waved the ice crystals in his hand, and in an instant, flying snow gathered in the sky, turning into an ice front storm and sweeping towards Xingfang Yan.

Flames and ice fronts collided fiercely in the air, making deafening explosions. Ice and fire intertwined, and the world seemed to be trembling for the duel between the two.

Xingfang Yan looked solemn, and instead of retreating, he advanced, controlling the power of flames to form a huge fire dragon. The fire dragon spiraled into the sky and rushed towards the ice storm.

Two extreme energies collided fiercely in mid-air. The fire dragon and the ice front were intertwined, and the scene was extremely fierce.

However, in this seemingly even confrontation, Beibing suddenly smiled.

The ice crystals in her hand shone with dazzling light, the power of the ice suddenly increased, and the ice storm became more violent, as if everything was about to be frozen.

Western Yan felt the danger and hurriedly mobilized the power of fire to try to resist the threat of ice.

"The intertwining of ice and fire, this is really a beautiful showdown." People in the audience were deeply attracted by this fierce battle, and were all shocked by the powerful power of the two leaders.

The battle has become fierce, with Northern Ice and Western Yan complementing each other in the ring.

Ice and blazing flames collided in the air, forming a fantastic light and shadow.

The intertwining power of the two leaders in the ring was dizzying.

"Beifang Bing, do you think you can defeat me?" Xiangfang Yan smiled slyly, and the flame in his hand became more intense.

"I believe that ice and fire exist together, and I will become the immortal ice in this flame." Beifang Bing's eyes flashed with determination, and she waved her ice sword again, launching a final fierce battle with Xiangyan. .

Ice and fire continue to blend in the ring, while the audience cheers for this exciting showdown.

In this turbulent energy, who will finally stand out and become the winner of this arena match?

Northern Ice stroked her robe with both hands, and a piece of ice and snow condensed in her palm, forming an ice sword that shone with cold light. The ice sword shone with cold light, and a swift sword shadow danced, as if the cold wind cut through the night sky.

Northern Ice, do you think your ice ways can overwhelm me? "A contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of Xiangxi Yan's mouth, and the power of flames continued to surge in his body.

Beifang Bing smiled indifferently, not swayed by his opponent's words at all.

"I don't think so, but I am convinced." Beibing's tone was calm, but there was a firm confidence in it.

Beifang smiled coldly, and the ice sword danced in his hand, and a chill suddenly filled his face. Her figure was like a ghost, quickly dodging Western Yan's attacks.

The power of the flames exploded in the air, but it was difficult to reach the figure of the northern ice.

Xingfangyan roared angrily, and his whole body burned with flames, forming a sea of ​​fire. He waved his hands, and the power of the flames condensed into a huge fireball, spurting towards the northern ice.

The flames burned brightly, making the entire arena glow red.

Beifang watched with cold eyes as she dodged the fireball lightly, then waved her hand and the ice sword flew out. Ice and fire complement each other, creating a gorgeous scene in an instant.

The ice sword shuttled through the flames, defeating Xiang Yan's offensive.

"That's enough!" Dongfang Yan roared, the power of the flames reached its peak, and the entire arena was instantly enveloped in flames.

His body shape is like the god of fire, and the huge power of flames spreads around.

Bei Bing's expression turned cold, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes.

She suddenly released even more powerful ice power, and ice and fire collided fiercely on the ring, making a deafening sound.