The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

The more Yin Bi is not mad, the more sober his mind is.

Along the way, there was a lot of excitement and anger in the ears, and various instruments fell on him.He hacked the sword and rushed to kill him with no loss of speed.

The number of people who can keep up with him is less than one-tenth of those who stay in the snowfield, but there are also as many as a hundred people, who are chasing after more than ten feet.What's more, the road ahead is boundless, and there is a constant concentration of magic repair forces, looking at the black one.As long as he is slower, he will fall into a back-and-forth attack.

It is a desperate situation to look at.

The true element collides with the magic breath, the brilliance of different instruments is staggered, and the snow peaks of the photos are colorful.Wherever Yin Biyue went, a snow curtain rose to the sky. The blood was thin on this path, and the corpses spread all over the wild, extending straight to the snow peak, as if from the purgatory of the world to the sky.

Yin Biyue's way can be said to block killing, Buddha block killing Buddha.There was a sense of familiarity in the trance, as if after a long and distant time and space, he had also fought for thousands of miles to kill Tongtian Xuefeng.

The spirit was highly concentrated, and the position and sword strokes of the sword were constantly calculated. The mountains and rivers quickly consumed the consciousness, and the sword qi quickly consumed the true element, which made his body's meridians burn straight and burst, but it didn't hurt, only felt pain.

Very happy!

Baifa Jianxiu stepped over the palace pavilion on Xuefeng, and the strange red light on the golden tiles on the Zhu wall lit up one after another.Thousands of red awns also oozed from the thick cloudy edge of the sky.

It is a passive trigger triggered by a large array buried in the Golden Palace.

No one was intercepting in front, and the demon repairer more than ten feet behind saw the red light soaring into the sky, retreating in vain, avoiding the indiscriminate attack when the formation method was turned on.

Yin Biyue stopped on the highest building of the eyes and stood on the cornice of the eighth attic.The strong wind blew his clothes, his robe flew and hunted, blood ran down the Linyuan sword, and the blood was like a demon coming into the world.

There is a red light between the sky and the earth, and the thick blood of the evil spirit condenses into substance, which turns into a thousand blades in the air, dense as a woven net, and press down on the intruder!

Tonight, the jade exhibition eyebrows are absent, and the power of the Heavenly Demon Array is less than half. Otherwise, the accumulation of millions of years of blood in the Golden Palace alone will be enough to make any saints die.

Yin Bi flew up and the attic collapsed at his feet.The blood on the sword had already drained, and the sword was as clean as a wash, reflecting the sky of red sky.

He sinks his wrist and then shoots the sword.

Lin Yuanjian released his hand and pierced the air quickly, and then there was a clear sound.Like Longyin in the wild, echoed throughout the snowfield.

Neither the enemy nor the enemy was cut, and the Shenbing Linyuan went all the way up to the sky.

It seems to be a sword to heaven.

The wind direction suddenly changed between heaven and earth.

Over the snowfield, the thick cloud that did not disperse throughout the year was crossed by the sword and began to burn violently.The violent heat of the sword evaporates the water in an instant, and there is no rain or snow at all.The starlight behind the dark cloud flows out and shines on the white snow, like silver dust and jade, flashing bright light.

As the sword was flying all the way, the dazzling bright light shone from the snow, as if pulling a line between morning and night.The palace of the Golden Palace on the snow peak, the rolling snow hills and glaciers in the snow field are illuminated one after another.

Throughout the eastland, the devilish chase, the hunters in the wilderness, and the ordinary people in the hurry of town streets all looked up at the same time.

In the dark night, sparks crossed the sky, faintly recognizable as the shape of a sword, pierced through clouds and fog, and revealed the vast starry sky.

Above the Nine Heavens, there was faint coercion, and the light of the stars seemed to fall on the sword. The simple long sword glowed with incomprehensible brilliance, as if it would burn into a prairie fire.

The indigo night sky, silver starlight, crimson flames, the picture is too magnificent and shocking to think.

"This is... what sword?"

Yin Bi became more and more standing in the violent wind, Lin Yuanjian fell from the sky, the process seemed long, but it was not instantaneous.With surging energy and ruinous power, Lin Yuan returned to his hands.

Ling Xiao Jian Jue started the first form-Xinghe Shen.

Compared with the faint fire in the battle against Wu Wu in a seaside town, it is more than a world apart.

The radiance of the entire starry sky condenses on the sword.

Someone on the Xuefeng suddenly turned to run down the mountain. The number of people was increasing. They didn't even know why they had to go down the mountain. They just followed the instincts of the practitioner's instinct and ran down the Xuefeng with the fastest speed.

Rong Zhuo's expression by the cliff cooled down completely, as if guessing what Yin Bi wanted to do.If he can leave here, or his power can leave, this sword will never be put into force.

But just before the moment, his consciousness was introduced into the illusion of Tianluo Jiujian, under the Meteor Abyss.

Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue have joined forces to fight the enemy since Xingshan Temple. One eye knows how to fight. Later, even with no eye, it knows who leads the enemy, who assists, when to give back, when to attack.

Tong Tian Xuefeng was on the sword together, Luo Mingchuan made a decision.This kind of technique has similarities with the meditation state of view. If Rong Zhuo breaks through the state, he will also suffer serious backlash.

At this time, Rong Zhuo was in the illusion, fighting with the monster at the bottom of the meteorite, but the voice clearly passed into the two people to know the sea,

"Even if you killed me and ended this war, what can you do?"

"I'm dead, the blood contract of 100,000 Moxiu is invalid, naturally hate you into the bones, even if you two are superb, the ants will bite the elephant."

The next sentence is to Yin Biyue,

"What's more, your brother practiced Tianluo nine turn is heresy, and the righteous monk can't tolerate him. After the war, who doesn't suspect him, the heart is more terrible than the sword."

"You will stand on the opposite side of the world. Can you kill all the people for him?"

Yin Biyue replied with the same voice, "You and I have different views on this world, there is nothing to say."

No matter how harsh the process of practicing the gentleman's path in Luomingchuan, no matter what they encountered in Xingshan Temple, they always have good intentions for the world.Still willing to believe in others and believe in yourself.

No more talking, he held the sword in both hands and cut it towards Xuefeng.

With Yin Biyue's current state, using Ling Xiao Jian Ju to urge Lin Yuan, it is far from being free.When Fang Cailin Yuan returned to his hand, he felt his wrist bones split, and the meridian was slammed by sword gas, and it swelled almost to explode.And he stood in the air, only to rest and concentrate, he again made a sword.

The sword body was condensed with star fire, and there was a heat wave in the sword gas, the snow all year round began to melt, the thousands of gold tiles in the palace pavilion were lifted off, the Zhu wall collapsed and shattered, and the smoke and dust mixed with the wind and snow.

Tongtian Xuefeng is the core of the entire snowfield spirit vein, where the inexhaustible spirit veins converge here, condense into a hub, and form a spiritual cycle with heaven and earth.

As soon as Xinghe Shen Yijian came out, the spirit veins kept shaking, the cycle was broken, and half of the heavenly demons burst into red light.

His first sword chopped off the clouds, so the formation was broken, and the second sword chopped off the snow peaks, and the ground moved.

As the starting method of the sword tactics,'Xinghe Shen' accumulated more power than attack. However, Yin Biyue's second sword did not follow the trend and chose the'sea tide student' who was gradually getting better.

He directly used Ling Xiaojian's last form, returning from the mountains and rivers.

"Boom--"

The vertical and horizontal Jianqi finally fell on the east side of Xuefeng, and the earth trembles, if there is thunder.

At first, it was just a small invisible crack. There was fine snow flowing down from the mountain peak, and in a flash, it gathered into a huge snow slide.The terrain of Tongtian Xuefeng is high and dangerous, and the speed of snow falls sharply during the fall, and it is finally transformed into terrible energy.

"what happened!--"

Yin Biyue stood at the highest point of Xuefeng, and heard the shouting of the mountain faintly.The team was stationed in the east of the snowfield, and the shipbuilding magic army prepared to cross the sea. After hearing the echo, it decisively fled, but was suddenly submerged in the flood of snow.

He has been calculating from the beginning, how much energy can destroy the cohesion of the spiritual veins on the snow, so that a big avalanche that never happened on this snowfield.And what kind of sword power, what angle, where does it fall, and how much area does the avalanche range cover at most.

From the first form to the last form, it looks like two swords. Tens of thousands of swords are already in it.

The divine consciousness and the true element were exhausted. Yin Biyue fell from the air, and his body was like a broken muscle and bone. Every inch of the veins and bones had no pain.He stood up with a sword, surrounded by the turbulence of the landslides, and the roar was thunderous.

It was clearly an extremely dangerous situation, but there was a sense of familiarity again, such as the ancient torrents scouring the wilderness, rushing and drowning him instantly.

Seeing the familiarity of the Changyuan Temple, the familiarity of running up to Xuefeng, and the familiarity of the picture in front of him, everything was woven into a net, which made him fall into an extremely empty state.

You can't hear the roar of the snowy mountains and you can't feel the shaking of the earth.

Lin Yuanjian held it quietly in his hand for thousands of years, no different.

At almost the same time, Luo Mingchuan on the cliff coughed up a blood.

Rong Zhuo has broken through,

"Monsters are born with a sense of anger and endless life. I am the same now. I am the master of the abyss. How can you kill me in the abyss?"

The monsters of Meteor Abyss in Fang Cai’s illusion are controlled by Luo Mingchuan, but in reality it is just the opposite. There is a blood contract between Rong Zhuo and the monster.

The vast demonic breath rises from the abyss and rushes towards Xuefeng, suppressing the lingering spiritual veins there.

Even if there is no cloud, the sky and the stars are bleak.

Luo Mingchuan raised his head, his face turned pale because of his severe wound, but his pupil color became as dark as ink.

He looked at the abyss, and the abyss was watching him.

Then he jumped down.