Yin Biyue did not go crazy, but instead became more sober.
Along the way, he exclaimed and shouted incessantly, and all kinds of instruments smashed at him overwhelmingly. With his sword, he slashed, killing people and rushing through the gates, without any loss of speed.
The people who can keep up with him are not enough to stay in Xueyuan, but there are as many as a hundred people, who are chasing after him more than ten feet apart. What's more, the road ahead is boundless, and there are constant magic cultivators to gather together to contain it, and I can see the darkness. As long as his speed is a little slower, he will be caught in a combined attack.
No matter how you look at it, it is a desperate situation.
True essence and magic breath collided, the brilliance of different instruments interlaced, and the snow peaks were colorful. Wherever Yin Biyue went, a snow curtain rose into the sky. The passage was filled with blood and corpses, extending straight to the snow peak, as if from purgatory on earth to the sky.
Yin Biyue's journey can be said to be blocked by people and killed by Buddhas. In a trance, there was a sense of familiarity, as if separated by a long and distant time and space, he had also rushed thousands of miles to kill Tongtian Xuefeng.
With a high concentration of energy, he kept calculating the position of the sword and the sword moves, stepping on the mountains and rivers quickly consumed his spiritual sense, and the sword energy quickly consumed his true energy, causing his meridians to burn like bursting, but it didn't hurt, he just felt happy.
Very happy!
The white-haired Jianxiu stepped over the palace on the snowy peak, and the eerie red light on the golden tiles of the red wall lit up one after another. The edge of the thick cloudy cloud in the sky also sheds thousands of red lights.
It was passively triggered by the large formation buried in the Golden Palace.
No one was intercepting in front of him, and the demon cultivator who was more than ten meters away behind him saw the red light soaring into the sky, and hurriedly retreated to avoid the indiscriminate attack when the formation was activated.
Yin Biyue stopped on the tallest building in sight and stepped on the eaves of the eight-layered attic. The strong wind blew the hem of his clothes, his sleeves and robes fluttered, and the blood dripped down the Linyuan sword.
The red light between the sky and the earth is diffuse, and the thick blood and evil energy condenses into reality, turning into thousands of sharp knives in the air, as dense as a web, pressing down on the intruder!
Tonight, without Yu Zhanmei, the power of the Heavenly Demon Array is less than half, otherwise, the accumulation of blood evil in the Golden Palace for millions of years is enough to wipe out any saint or less.
Yin Biyue flew up, and the attic collapsed under his feet. The blood on the sword has long been drained, and the sword body is as clean as wash, reflecting the red light in the sky.
He sank his wrists, and then drew out his sword.
The Linyuan Sword came out of his hand, pierced the air quickly, and a clear chirping sounded. Like a dragon singing in the wild, it reverberates throughout the snowfield.
Without slaying the formation or slaying the enemy, the divine soldier Linyuan went straight to the sky.
It's like cutting a sword to the sky.
The wind suddenly changed between heaven and earth.
Over the snowfield, the thick cloud that persisted all year round was passed through by this sword and began to burn violently. The violent heat on the sword instantly evaporated the water, and no rain or snow fell at all. The stars behind the cloudy clouds poured out, shining brightly on the white snow, like silver chips.
As the sword momentum galloped all the way, a dazzling bright light lit up from the snow, as if to open a dividing line between morning and night. The palace of the Golden Palace on the snow peak, the continuous snow hills and glaciers in the snow field are all illuminated one after another.
All over the Eastern Continent, the demon cultivators who were chasing and intercepting, the hunters in the wilderness, and the ordinary people who were hurrying on the streets of towns, all looked up at the sky at the same moment.
In the long dark night, sparks streaked across the sky, vaguely recognizable in the shape of a sword, piercing the clouds and breaking through the fog, revealing the vast starry sky one after another.
Above the nine heavens, there is a faint overwhelming pressure, and the light of those stars seems to fall on the sword.
The indigo night sky, the silver starlight, the crimson flames, the picture is so majestic that it is too shocking to think.
"What kind of sword is this...?"
Yin Biyue stood in the gust of wind, and the Linyuan Sword fell from the sky. The process seemed to be a long time, but in fact it was only a brief moment. With surging energy, the power of destroying the sky and the earth, Lin Yuan returned to his hands.
The first form of Lingxiao Sword Art to start - Xinghe Shen.
Compared with the faint flames of the battle against Wuwang in a small seaside town, there is a world of difference.
The brilliance of the entire starry sky is condensed on the sword.
Suddenly, someone on the Xuefeng turned their heads and ran down the mountain. The number of people was increasing. They didn't even know why they wanted to go down the mountain.
Rong Zhuo's expression on the edge of the cliff turned completely cold, as if he had guessed what Yin Biyue wanted to do. If he can get out of here, or if his power can get out, it will never let this sword take hold.
But just at the critical moment, his consciousness was introduced into the illusion of Tianluo Jiuzhuan, under the abyss of falling stars.
Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue have joined forces to defend against the enemy since Xingshan Temple. They knew how to fight with just one look. Later, without even looking at them, they knew who led the enemy, who assisted, when to return to help, and when to attack.
With the sword energy on Tongtian Xuefeng, Luo Mingchuan made a decision. This technique is similar to Liaoguan's meditation realm. If Rong Zhuo breaks the realm, he will also suffer serious backlash.
At this time, Rong Zhuo was in a fantasy world, fighting with the monsters at the bottom of the meteorite abyss, but his voice clearly entered the sea of consciousness of the two, "Even if you kill me and end this war, what can you do?"
"When I die, the blood pact of 100,000 demon cultivators is invalid, and naturally I hate you to the bone. Even if the two of you are beyond cultivation, the ants will kill the elephant."
The next sentence was addressed to Yin Biyue,
"What's more, if your senior brother has practiced Tianluo Jiuzhuan, he is a heresy, and the monks of the right way can't tolerate him. After the war, who doesn't suspect him, the heart is more terrifying than the sword."
"You will stand on the opposite side of the world. Could you kill the world for him?"
Yin Biyue also replied through voice transmission, "You and I have different views on this world, there is nothing to say."
No matter how strict Luo Mingchuan was in the process of cultivating the Way of Being a Gentleman, no matter what happened to them in Xingshan Temple, they always had goodwill towards the world. Still willing to believe in others, and believe in yourself.
Without further ado, he held the sword in both hands and slashed towards Xuefeng.
With Yin Biyue's current state, using the Lingxiao Sword Art to urge Lin Yuan, it is far from being able to retract freely. When Linyuan just came back to his hands, he felt that his wrist bones were about to split, and the meridians were slammed by the sword energy and swelled to the point of almost exploding. And he stood in mid-air, just taking a deep breath and concentrating, then he used the sword again.
The body of the sword is condensed with scorching sparks, and wherever the sword energy reaches, there is a wave of heat, the snow that has been covered all year round begins to melt, thousands of golden tiles in the palaces and palaces are lifted off, the red walls collapse and shatter, and the smoke and dust are mixed with the wind and snow.
Tongtian Xuefeng is the core of the entire snowfield spiritual veins, where innumerable spiritual veins gather, condense into a hub, and form a spiritual energy cycle with heaven and earth.
As soon as Xinghe Shen Yijian came out, the spiritual veins vibrated endlessly, the cycle was broken, and the red light of the half-opened demon formation suddenly converged.
His first sword slashed the clouds, so the formation was broken, and the second sword slashed the snow peaks, and the ground shook.
'Xinghe Shen', as the starting style of the sword tactic, has more momentum than attack, but Yin Biyue's second sword did not follow the trend and chose 'Hai Chaosheng', which was getting better and better.
He directly used the last style of Lingxiao Sword, and the mountains and rivers returned.
"Boom-"
The vertical and horizontal sword energy finally landed on the east side of Xuefeng, and the earth trembled, like thunder.
At first, it was just an invisible crack, and fine snow fell from the mountain peak, and in a blink of an eye, it converged into a huge body of snow to slide. The terrain of Tongtian Xuefeng is high and dangerous, and the speed of the snow increases sharply in the process of falling, and finally transforms into terrible energy.
"what happened!-"
Yin Biyue stood at the highest point of the snow peak, and faintly heard the shouts from the bottom of the mountain. The demon army stationed in the east of the snowfield, building ships to cross the sea, heard the echo and fled decisively, but was instantly drowned in the flood-like sea of snow.
From the very beginning, he was calculating how much energy could destroy the cohesive force of the spiritual veins on the snow, so that a huge avalanche that never happened would appear on this snow field. And what kind of sword stance, what angle, where it falls, and how much area the avalanche covers at most.
From the first style to the last style, it looks like two swords, and there are thousands of swords in the world.
His spiritual consciousness and true essence were exhausted, and Yin Biyue fell from the air, his whole body seemed to be divided, and every inch of his spiritual bones was in boundless pain. He stood with a sword, surrounded by the turbulence of the collapse of the earth and the mountains, and the roar was as deafening as thunder.
It was clearly an extremely dangerous situation, but there was a sense of familiarity that surged up again, like the ancient torrent swept the wilderness, surging, and instantly drowned him.
The familiarity when he saw Changyuan Hall, the familiarity of rushing to Xuefeng, and the familiarity of the scene in front of him, all woven into a net, made him fall into a state of extreme emptiness.
I can't hear the roar of the snow-capped mountains, and I can't feel the shaking of the earth.
The Linyuan Sword was held in his hands quietly, and it remained the same for thousands of years.
At almost the same time, Luo Mingchuan coughed up a mouthful of blood on the edge of the cliff.
Rong Zhuo has broken out of the realm,
"The monsters feel the anger of heaven and earth, and they live endlessly. I am the same now. I am the master of the abyss. How can you kill me in the abyss?"
In the fantasy world just now, the monsters in Yunxingyuan were controlled by Luo Mingchuan, but in reality, it was just the opposite. There was a blood pact between Rong Zhuo and the monsters.
The mighty demonic breath rose from the abyss to the sky, rushing towards the Xuefeng, suppressing the oscillating spiritual veins there.
Even if there are no clouds, the stars in the sky are dimmed.
Luo Mingchuan raised his head, because his face was pale due to the serious injury of the backlash, but his pupils became pitch black as ink.
He looked at the abyss, and the abyss was looking at him.
Then he jumped down.
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