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The collision of ice and fire formed a chaos, and the audience in the ring was stunned. The power of the two power leaders was so powerful that it was unimaginable.

Ice and fire collided in the ring, stirring up cold air and flames all over the sky. Northern Ice wields its ice sword, snowflakes are flying, and each sword seems to freeze the air.

Western Yan, on the other hand, used his agility to avoid Northern Ice's attack, and used the power of flames to launch a fierce counterattack.

After the battle, the two combined, causing ripples in the air around the ring.

Beibing is calm and determined. She controls the power of ice, turns the ice sword into a rainbow, and quickly stabs Xiangyan's vitals.

Western Yan is worthy of being the Lord of Flames. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the flames in his hands burned even more intensely, forming a wall of fire in front of him, neutralizing Beibing Bing's attacks one by one.

The battle in the ring became more and more fierce, and the collision between ice and fire was like a war between heaven and earth.

Northern Ice continuously releases the power of ice, freezing everything in the arena, while Western Yan uses the art of fire to challenge the realm of ice.

A delicate balance was formed between the two, and the audience was immersed in a unique atmosphere of fanaticism.

Over time, the northern ice gradually gained the upper hand.

Her ice power became more and more powerful, and the whole world seemed to condense when the ice sword danced.

Western Yan gradually felt a bit of difficulty, but his eyes shone with determination.

Just when the audience thought that Northern Ice was about to win, Western Flame suddenly burst out with even more powerful fire power.

His whole body was burning with blazing flames, as if the God of Fire had descended.

The temperature in the ring instantly rose to the extreme, and the wall of flames formed an insurmountable barrier.

Bei Bing was slightly startled. She didn't expect that her opponent had such a powerful trump card.

But at this time, Xiangfang Yan seized the opportunity, condensed an arrow of flames, and shot straight towards Beifang Bing's chest.

Beifang Bing saw that she could not escape, but she did not flinch. Instead, she calmly stared at the flames in front of her.

Just when the flame arrow was about to hit the target, Bei Bing suddenly flicked his robe, his figure fluttered like ice and snow, and easily dodged the fatal blow.

She then shook the ice sword in her hand, and a biting cold air rose into the sky, heading toward Xiangyan like an ice dragon.

Xiang Yan also took out a fire blade. The fire blade was glowing with flames and filled with heat, making the arena boiling hot.

The intersection of sword and blade instantly transformed the arena into a battlefield of cold flames.

Bei Bing's ice sword flickered in the flames, and she nimbly dodged Western Yan's fire blade attack, and then counterattacked quickly.

The collision of ice and fire made a harsh crackling sound.

Beibing's cold face shone with perseverance, and she knew that her strength came from inner peace.

Between ice and fire, she used her calmness and flexibility to defuse the scorching offensive from the West, and then struck the opponent's vital point with a frozen sword.

Western Yan, on the other hand, used the blazing flames to form a powerful offensive, trying to push Northern Ice into a desperate situation.

The flame blade danced wantonly, burning the surrounding air, forming a sea of ​​flames.

He stared at Beibing intently, trying to find her flaws.

As the fight progresses, the two men's strengths complement each other in the ring.

Beibing responded calmly, was flexible and his swordsmanship was as smooth as clouds and water. Western Yan, on the other hand, was full of passion and blazing flames, as if he wanted to turn the entire arena into a sea of ​​fire.

"Northern Ice, your way of ice will eventually be no match for my power of fire." Western Yan waved the flame blade, and the flames instantly surged towards North Ice.

Beibing smiled coldly, and swept out the sword of ice. A condensed ice sword blocked the flames.

"Fire cannot melt the tenacity of my ice, and the power of fire cannot withstand the edge of my ice." The voice of the North Ice was cold, and as the sword of ice danced, ice flowers splashed in all directions, freezing the flames one by one.

The arena instantly turned into a battlefield of ice and fire.

The two of them were going back and forth, their swords and flames intertwined, and the fierce battle plunged the entire arena into a white-hot atmosphere.

The power of ice and the power of fire complement each other in the ring, and the atmosphere of hot and cold makes the audience hold their breath.

"Beifang Bing, you can't stop the power of my flames, Dongfangyan. Sooner or later, you will be melted by my flames." Dongfangyan shouted loudly, and the power of the flames became more surging, seeming to swallow everything.

In the fierce battle, Beibei gradually gained the upper hand. With her calm mind, she gradually figured out the attack patterns of Xiuyan and launched a sharp counterattack at the critical moment.

The ice sword flew between the flames, and every strike triggered a fierce collision between ice and flames.

In the end, Beibing cleverly avoided a blazing flame attack, and then stabbed Xiangyan in the chest with his sword.

The ice sword penetrated the flames and defeated all the leaders of the flame forces.

Beifang Bing smiled slightly. Her figure was as agile as the wind on the ring. In the blend of ice and fire, her figure became more and more flexible.

Suddenly, she jumped up, the ice sword cut through the sky, and the cold light flickered.

An ice sword volleyed down from the sky, pointing directly at Xiang Yan's chest.

Xiangxi Yan hurriedly waved the flame blade, trying to block this deadly ice sword, but the edge of the ice sword was sharper than he imagined.

The ice sword collided with the flame, making a harsh collision sound, and the battle between ice and fire in the ring reached its most intense moment.

"Impossible..." Xiangfang Yan murmured in a low voice. He felt the power of ice gradually invade his body, and the power of fire could not resist the invasion of cold.

In the end, he was unable to withstand the power of the northern ice and was penetrated by the ice sword. His whole body was frozen on the ring like an ice sculpture.

Beibing put away the ice sword calmly, and her eyes swept across the ring, cold and proud.

The entire arena fell into silence, and the audience watched this thrilling battle with awe in their hearts.

There was silence on the ring for a moment, and then bursts of cheers erupted.

Beibing won. She stood on the ring with her ice sword raised high and the cold light flashing.

Beibing stood on the winning side, and her figure appeared taller and prouder in the ice and snow.

The audience burst into deafening cheers in tribute to this legendary showdown between ice and fire.

Beifang Bing walked down the ring, her figure leaving a peaceful scene on the ring where ice and fire blended together.

She is the leader of the northern forces and the queen of the Ice Way, and the strength and ruthlessness she shows at this moment makes people more respectful and fearful.

Western Yan left silently in the shadow of failure, with the unyielding flame still burning in his eyes.

In this world of ice and fire, Beifang Bing stands at the pinnacle. Her victory shocked the entire small world of immortal cultivation. She is the youngest powerful person in the divine transformation stage, and she is also a strong female.

At the end of the two-person competition, there is no doubt that the leader of the Western forces, Xixi Yan, became the third place in this competition.

The leader of the northern forces, Beifang Bing, successfully advanced, and the next step was a championship battle with the leader of the central forces, Zhong Yangming.