The Villain's White Lotus Halo

Yin Biyue wasn't crazy, but became more sober.

Along the way, he was screaming and shouting endlessly, and all kinds of magic weapons were thrown at him overwhelmingly.He slashed with a sword, killed people and rushed through the barrier without any loss of speed.

The number of people who can keep up with him is less than one-twelfth of those who stayed behind in the snowfield, but there are as many as a hundred people who are chasing after more than ten feet away.What's more, the road ahead is boundless, and there are constant demon cultivators gathering forces to surround it, and it is dark and oppressive.As long as his speed is a little slower, he will be caught in a front and back attack.

No matter how you look at it, it is a desperate situation.

The real essence collided with the magic breath, and the brilliance of different magic tools interlaced, and the snow peaks illuminated were colorful.Wherever Yin Biyue went, snow billowed into the sky, and the road was covered with blood and corpses, extending straight to the snow peak, as if leading to the sky from purgatory on earth.

Yin Biyue's journey can be said to be that people block and kill people, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas.In a trance, there is a sense of familiarity, as if separated by a long and distant time and space, I once ran desperately thousands of miles to kill Tongtian Xuefeng.

With a high degree of concentration, he kept calculating the position and moves of the sword, stepping mountains and rivers to quickly consume his spiritual consciousness, and his sword energy quickly consumed his true energy, which made his meridians burn like bursting, but it didn't hurt, he just felt happy.

Very happy!

The white-haired sword cultivator stepped through the palaces and palaces on the snow peak, and the strange red lights on the red walls and golden tiles lit up one after another.Thousands of red glows also flowed from the edge of the thick cloud in the sky.

It was passively triggered by the large array buried in the Golden Palace.

There was no longer anyone intercepting in front, and the demon cultivator who was more than ten feet away behind him saw the red light soaring into the sky, and retreated in a hurry to avoid the indiscriminate attack when the formation was activated.

Yin Biyue stopped on the tallest building in sight, and stepped on the cornice of the eight-fold attic.The gust of wind blew the hem of his clothes, the sleeves fluttered, and the blood flowed down the Linyuan sword.

The sky and the earth are full of red light, and the thick bloody aura condenses into substance, turning into thousands of sharp blades in the air, dense as a web, and press down on the intruders!

With Yu Zhanmei absent tonight, the power of the Heavenly Demon Formation is less than half, otherwise, the accumulation of blood demons in the Golden Palace for millions of years would be enough to wipe out any saint below.

Yin Biyue flew up, and the attic collapsed under his feet.The blood on the sword had already run out, and the sword body was as clean as washing, reflecting the sky full of red light.

He lowered his wrist, and drew out his sword.

The Linyuan sword was thrown out of his hand, piercing the air quickly, and then there was a clear sound.Like a dragon chanting in the wild, it reverberates throughout the snowfield.

Without beheading the formation or the enemy, the magic soldier Linyuan went straight up to the sky.

It's like cutting a sword to the sky.

The wind direction suddenly changed between heaven and earth.

Over the snowy field, the thick cloud that lingers all year round was pierced by the sword and began to burn violently.The violent heat on the sword instantly evaporated the water, and there was no rain or snow falling at all.The starlight behind the cloud streamed out and shone on the white snow, like silver flakes of jade, flashing brightly.

As the sword speeded all the way, a dazzling bright light lit up from the snow, as if drawing a dividing line between morning and evening, day and night.The palaces of the Golden Palace on the snow peak, the rolling snow hills and glaciers in the snow field are all illuminated one after another.

Throughout the Eastern Continent, the moxiu who were chasing and intercepting, the hunters in the wilderness, and the ordinary people in a hurry on the streets of towns and cities all looked up at the sky at the same moment.

In the long dark night, there are sparks streaking across the sky, vaguely recognizable as the shape of a sword, piercing through the clouds and fog, revealing the vast starry sky one by one.

The supreme coercion loomed from the nine heavens, and the light of the stars seemed to fall on the sword. The simple and simple long sword glowed with an unstoppable brilliance, as if it was about to burn into a prairie fire.

The indigo night sky, silver starlight, and red flames, the picture is so magnificent that it is too shocking to think about.

"This... what kind of sword?"

Yin Biyue stood in the strong wind, and the Linyuan sword fell from the sky. The process seemed to be long, but it was only a blink of an eye.With surging energy and destructive power, Lin Yuan returned to his hands.

The first form of Lingxiao Sword Art - Xinghe Shen.

Compared with the faint fire when fighting Wu Wang in the small seaside town, the difference is far and wide.

The brilliance of the entire starry sky condensed on the sword body.

Suddenly people on the snow peak turned their heads and ran down the mountain. The number of people was increasing. They didn't even know why they were going down the mountain. They just followed the practitioner's instinct and ran down the snow peak at the fastest speed.

Rong Zhuo's expression on the edge of the cliff completely cooled down, as if he had guessed what Yin Biyue wanted to do.If he can leave here, or his strength can leave, it will never let this sword become a force.

But just at the very moment, his spiritual consciousness was drawn into the fantasy world of the Nine Turns of Heaven, under the Meteor Abyss.

Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue have teamed up to fight against the enemy since Xingshan Temple. They knew how to fight with just one look. Later, they didn't even need to look at them, they knew who would lead the enemy, who would assist, when to return to help, and when to pinch.

With the sword energy coming from Tongtian Xuefeng, Luo Mingchuan made a decision.This kind of technique has the same effect as Liao Guan's meditation state, if his tolerance is broken, he will also suffer serious backlash.

At this time, Rong Zhuo was in an illusion, fighting with the monsters at the bottom of the Meteorite Abyss, but his voice clearly spread to the sea of ​​consciousness of the two of them, "Even if you kill me and end this war, so what?"

"I'm dead, and the blood contract of the [-] Demon Cultivators is invalid. Naturally, I hate you to the bone. Even if the two of you are superb, the ants will kill the elephant."

The next sentence was addressed to Yin Biyue,

"What's more, your senior brother has practiced Tianluo Nine Revolutions. He is a heretic, and righteous monks can't tolerate him. After the war, no one will suspect him. People's hearts are more terrifying than swords."

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

Yin Biyue also replied via voice transmission, "You and I have different views on this world, so there is nothing to say."

No matter how demanding Luo Mingchuan was in the process of practicing the way of a gentleman, no matter what they encountered in Xingshan Temple, they always had goodwill towards the world.Still willing to trust others, and trust yourself.

Without further words, he held the sword in both hands and slashed towards Xuefeng.

With Yin Biyue's current state, using the Lingxiao Sword Art to force Lin Yuan is far from being able to take it in and out freely.Just now when Linyuan returned to his hand, he felt that his wrist bones were about to split, and his meridians were swollen to the point of exploding due to the impact of sword energy.And he stood in mid-air, just took a deep breath and concentrated, and then drew his sword again.

The blade of the sword was condensed with sparks, and when the sword energy reached it, there was a wave of heat. The snow all year round began to melt, thousands of gold tiles in the palaces and palaces were blown away, the vermilion walls collapsed and shattered, and the smoke and dust mixed with the wind and snow filled the air.

Tongtian Xuefeng is the core of the entire snowfield's spiritual veins. The countless spiritual veins gather here, condense into a hub, and form a spiritual circulation with the sky and the earth.

As soon as the Xinghe Shen sword came out, the spiritual veins vibrated endlessly, the cycle was broken, and the red light of the half-opened Heavenly Demon Formation suddenly faded.

His first sword slashed the cloud, and the formation was broken, and the second sword slashed the snow peak, and the ground shook.

'Xinghe Shen', as the opening move of the sword formula, was more about accumulating momentum than attacking, but Yin Biyue did not follow the trend for the second sword, and chose 'Hai Chao Sheng', which was getting better and better.

He directly used the last move of the Ling Xiao Sword, Mountains and Rivers Returning.

"Boom--"

The vertical and horizontal sword energy finally landed on the east side of Xuefeng, and the ground trembled like thunder.

At first, it was just an invisible crack, with fine snow flowing down from the mountain peak, and in a blink of an eye, it gathered into a huge snow body and slid.The terrain of Tongtian Xuefeng is dangerous, and the speed of the snow increases sharply during the falling process, which is finally transformed into terrifying energy.

"what happened!--"

Yin Biyue stood at the highest point of the snow peak, and faintly heard shouts from the bottom of the mountain.The demonic army stationed in the east of the snowfield, building a ship and preparing to cross the sea, ran away decisively after hearing the echo, but was submerged in the flood-like snow sea in an instant.

He has been calculating from the very beginning, how much energy can destroy the cohesion of the spirit veins to the snow, so that a large avalanche that has never happened before appears on this snow field.And what kind of sword movement, what angle, where it falls, and how much area the avalanche can cover at most.

From the first pose to the last one, it seems that there are thousands of swords in the world in one of the two swords.

Consciousness and true energy were exhausted, and Yin Biyue fell from the air, his whole body felt as if he was split, and every inch of his spirit veins and bones felt boundless pain.He stood with a pillar of sword, surrounded by the turmoil of landslides and mountains, and the roar was like thunder.

It was clearly an extremely dangerous situation, but a sense of familiarity surged up again, like an ancient torrent scouring the wilderness, torrentially flooding him instantly.

The familiarity of seeing the Changyuan Palace, the familiarity of rushing up to Xuefeng, and the familiarity of the scene in front of him, all of which were woven into a web, made him fall into a state of extreme emptiness.

You can't hear the roar of the snow-capped mountains, and you can't feel the shaking of the earth.

The Linyuan sword was quietly held in his hand, and it has remained the same for thousands of years.

Almost at the same moment, Luo Mingchuan on the edge of the cliff coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Rong Zhuo has broken through,

"Monsters are born from the hostility of the world, and they are endless. I am the same now. I am the master of the abyss. How can you kill me in the abyss?"

Just now in the illusion, the monsters in Meteor Star Abyss are controlled by Luo Mingchuan, but in reality it is just the opposite, there is a blood bond between Rong Zhuo and the monsters.

The mighty devil's breath rose from the abyss to the sky, rushing towards the snow peak, suppressing the spirit veins that were constantly vibrating there.

Even if there are no clouds, the sky is full of stars.

Luo Mingchuan raised his head, his face was pale due to the severe backlash, but his pupils became as black as ink.

He looked into the abyss, and the abyss looked into him.

Then he jumped down.

The author has something to say: Scroll: Brother Luo, wait a minute!If you have something to say, don't make a fuss!

Closed Moon: Do you know what this is called the law of the protagonist jumping off a cliff and not dying?