The boundless world is filled with stormy waves and heavy snow, which seems likely to submerge Bailian's figure at any time.
In the wind and snow, thousands of figures belonging only to Shu Ci are like rain and curtains, black clouds are pressing down on the top, the night is snowing forever, and the sad wind stirs up the misty sword energy like mist.
The grass and trees all around were trembling, and a few dead leaves were floating and falling from the trees. Shu Ci looked cold, and even though he was walking barefoot in the snow, he didn't feel the coldness around him.
She pointed at the Qi control, and the wind and snow under the winter night suddenly accelerated, and the heavy snow fell in silence, and in an instant it seemed like thousands of troops were rushing towards her, like dragons and snakes.
They were like demon soldiers plundering the formation, slashing like the wind destroying the grass, and like dragons surging and boiling in the dark night.
Bailian is just like a dying flame in the continuous rainstorm, it may be extinguished at any time in this long frost of sword energy.
Faced with such Shu Ci, the demons watching the battle felt that the matter was over and he had no reason to continue fighting.
In fact, Balian did not continue fighting. He raised his sword and turned around, looking for a weak position with extremely cunning eyes.
He raised his sword to cut the wind, and the spiritual power all over his body and the dark power in the corpse beads boiled instantly, and he began to sprint in the heavy snow.
Shu Ci raised his eyebrows in surprise, although it was human nature to be afraid and want to escape in this situation.
But in her opinion, this young man shouldn't be so stupid that he would take the initiative to turn his back to her.
Doesn't he know that this will only make him die faster?
Perhaps the location he chose was indeed weak, but there were still two clones of her sword energy.
If he still wants to use the method of borrowing force just now, with luck, he may be able to successfully destroy one of the sword energy incarnations.
But at the same time, the killing sword behind him would instantly penetrate his body, and he would still be dead.
Shuci, like an army of ten thousand people, followed closely in Bailian.
Bailian's heavy sword was trailing behind him as he sprinted through the snow, but he made no move to fight.
Standing on both sides of the valley, the clone Shu Ci's brows and eyes were as sharp as swords, her eyes were cold and numb, and she slowly raised her palms, and a silver-white terrifying energy light group quickly condensed in her palms.
Balian moved forward in a straight line, his speed getting faster and faster, looking at nothing in front of him. Such behavior was seeking death. Before the demons could taunt him, a black shadow emerged from the snow under his feet.
The sprayed blood burned like flames in mid-air, and the fireworks wrapped Balian's body into a huge fireball like a barrier.
The Stygian Wolf, whose head was almost split in two, unexpectedly hid under the feet of his shadow at some point?
It was covered with blood and deep holes all over its body. An ordinary monster would have died long ago, but it showed amazing vitality.
The injured beast showed its claws and fangs, making it undoubtedly more terrifying and violent.
The sharp claws like divine weapons directly tore the arms and bodies of the two Shu Ci into pieces.
Two handfuls of blood mist bloomed sadly in the white world.
At the same time, the silver light in the hand of one of Shu Ci exploded into a beam of light, piercing the abdomens of the underworld wolf and Balian.
The underworld wolf howled in pain, fell from mid-air, and disappeared again.
Balian gritted his teeth and felt a terrible burning sensation in his abdomen. Without saying a word, he kept running through the snowy valley and continued to run.
The Snow Valley, which is as narrow as a sliver of sky, naturally cannot accommodate Shu Ci, an army of ten thousand people, to pass through quickly.
The moment he passed through the mountains of Snow Valley, Bailian raised the Tiance Junshan sword he was dragging behind him, and the sword's edge hit the mountain world hard.
The snow-capped mountains rumbled like thunder, and the sound came from the top of the snow-capped mountains. It was the sound of a huge avalanche.
The towering snow-capped mountains, like the pillars of heaven and earth, collapsed and were about to crush an army of ten thousand people and bury them. Shu Ci did not call back her sword energy clone. She regarded the snow-capped mountains as dust and mud, and the avalanche as nothing.
Standing in front of one person, she closed her eyes and clenched her fist, then raised her fist and punched it out. Her young and delicate fist was blazing with sword fire, and the small fist blasted out with terrifying and overbearing energy, squeezing out the air within a hundred miles of surroundings.
The silver sword-qi flying rain that spans between the sky and the earth rises from the bottom to the snowy field on the earth. There are many things happening above the head. The force of rolling avalanches rises against the sky. The whole snow valley makes a buzzing sound of gold and stone, like countless
When all the demon soldiers came, the sound was like thunder.
The mountains sitting on the earth's veins were directly blasted into the sky by this punch. The fine falling rocks and snowflakes were like heavy rain and hail, leaving countless small insect-eaten holes in the soft and thick snow.
Balian was hit by the aftermath of the punch, and was thrown off the ground. The clothes on his back exploded, and the skin on his back was torn open. If he had been closer to the punch, half of his body would have been blown up.
Shu Ci appeared covered in fine dust. They looked like they were walking in mist and light clouds. They looked at the young man falling from the air with cold and empty eyes and rolled several times on the ground.
He looked embarrassed, but he perfectly removed the remaining punches from his body. Blood spilled all over his body. Without stopping, he continued to slide towards the distance.
A trail of scarlet blood was left in the snow.
What lies behind the destroyed snow-capped mountains is not the real world, but an endless frozen sea.
There is a layer of ice several feet thick on the sea surface, and the ice layer is covered with thick snow that has not melted for thousands of years. The snow contains specks of mottled blood.
The boy was running on the ice, and the distant horizon seemed always so far away.
This is the small world of Qingye. In a sense, this world hides the laws of space. This world is not as vast as the real world.
But for those who enter this world, it is endless and endless.
Even if he is in danger again, where can he escape in this world?
Time has already passed by the time it takes to burn an incense stick.
The secret technique of sacrificing the body secretly used by the abandoned people has long been completed, and now the terrifying phenomenon of backlash and soul-stealing has begun to appear.
Milu was so anxious that he never thought that Bailian could sustain himself in the Qingye world for so long, which was completely beyond his expectation.
Not long ago, I really hoped that he could survive for a while longer.
Now I see him relying on the underworld wolf to protect the master, still jumping around inside, with unreasonable hatred in his heart.
There was even some suspicion that Shu Ci was so handsome because of his handsomeness that he couldn't bear to take action.
If not, why didn't she take Nandi for so long?
Once the Nandi comes out, it will be easy for that kid to escape with thousands of tricks and take his life.
There are no forests or mountains in the ice sea, and there are no covering obstacles. Even though Bailian took the Seven Ember Steps of Taixuan Secret Technique and instantly reached a distance that was difficult to see with the naked eye, his breath was still tightly grasped by Shu Ci.
She didn't need to look further, she just moved her heart as she pleased, and drew a circle with her fingertips on her chest. The sword light suddenly appeared, and thousands of sword intents rolled in the direction of Bai Lian like rain at lightning speed.
The sword energy as white as silver is like a meteor arrow, leaving sword marks everywhere it hits.
After a few breaths, Shu Ci's eyes were as heavy as the abyss, staring into the distance.
The tiny figure was still on the ice sea, her escape speed did not slow down at all, and the sword energy flowing out from her fingertips was like a mud cow entering the sea.
Before she could think about it, the pale ink horizon in the distance was slightly distorted, a huge shadow shrouded the world from the sky, and the wind that swept to the south began to blow back.
It's like the wings of a god fluttering on the other side of the sky.
Shu Ci's silky hair floated in front of his forehead, drawing elegant arcs in the air. Countless sword energy trajectories were reflected in his pair of silent, dark eyes.
The violent sword energy in the night sky followed the wind, and the sword struck by her fingertips did not fall on the young man.
Instead, it was as if she were entering a mirror world in an extremely weird way, turning back and attacking her.
And the power is stronger, the silver-white sword energy is like being dyed with a layer of golden frost, the brilliance is so bright that it cannot be looked at.
Upon closer inspection, the sword energy of the demon weapon actually contains some ancient holy meaning.
The two forces are intertwined together for no reason, but they are terrifyingly strong.
Shu Ci indifferently clenched his fist and struck out. Several fan-shaped barriers appeared in front of them. The sword energy hit the barriers, and Shu Ci's slow but never-ending pace was finally forced to stop.
The violent sword energy kept hitting their bodies, making sharp and harsh cutting sounds.
Gradually, a thin layer of frost condensed on their bodies, and the sword energy of the strikes gradually became silent and blended into the shallow layer of frost.
The wind and snow became more and more violent, and they stood like ice sculptures in the middle of the long sea.
The hair on the eyebrows was frozen and stained by the sword wind. Among the thousands of figures, only one figure was not affected by the sword energy at all.
And that figure is the real Shu Ci.
The shadow at the end of the horizon was huge, and in the blink of an eye it had arrived before their eyes. As the strong wind in the sky slowly floated up and down, dark clouds like ink covered the entire sky.
But those were not dark clouds, but the huge wings of a bird, completely spread out in this small world, thousands of miles away.
Her eyes like divine fire slowly opened as they flew across the chaotic clouds, gazing at the girls in the wind and snow, their eyes as indifferent and otherworldly as hers.
Shu Ci's slow and soft voice sounded: "It's actually the Pi Mo Bird of Dongtian Temple..."
The Pi Mo bird has been guarding an extremely ancient and sacred sword for thousands of generations. It feeds on sword energy for a living, and its body nourishes the sword energy of all heavens, and can break all laws.
Shu Ci just said that she was born to restrain the celestial ghosts and underworld wolves that are feared by the gods.
Now, the existence that truly defeats her has appeared in this small world.
She looked up at the injured young man on her wings. The bright red blood was flowing down with the wind and snow, which looked shocking.
When the blood stained his long clothes, Ning Feiyan lowered her head and drank a glass of wine. She held the empty cup in silence for a moment. Only then did she realize that the teacup was on the side of her sleeve and she had taken the wine glass by mistake.
Sure enough, the strong alcohol was as strong as her throat, and the pain in her body that was like a knife that cut through her intestines was suddenly severe and unbearable.
She looked at the empty cup without saying a word, with a slightly regretful look on her face.
Do you think this is what you rely on?
Although it is surprising enough, trying to defeat Shu Ci with this external force can only be wishful thinking.
Seeing this scene, Zhan Xin frowned slightly to hide the shock in her heart: "Is this okay?"
Of course this is not possible, it is far from enough to defeat Shu Ci, or to preserve oneself in this battle and survive successfully.
As the sword-protecting beast of the Dongtian Temple, Pi Mo Bird's strength has naturally reached that sacred realm.
But it is a pity that it died in the bronze door and survived only by its seal.
It and Bailian are both prosperous and destroyed.
"Is this your method?" Shu Ci smiled scornfully, without moving. The incarnations of the sword energy took a step forward at the same time. The thin ice sword energy between the skin, clothes and hair also broke into silver gray and fell to the ground.
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The main body nodded slightly, opened her small mouth, and thousands of incarnations turned into powerful spiritual currents and returned to her body.
Shu Ci's lifeless and hollow silver-gray eyes seemed to have been injected with real life in an instant.
There was a fire burning in those long eyes. She looked at Balian's eyes from a distance and smiled lightly: "Your eyes are telling me that you yourself are not confident that you can survive from my hands today. I
I am very curious as to what drives you to dare to stand in front of me and fight with me."
Balian opened his lips and was about to speak, but he underestimated this person's willfulness and domineering temperament, like an unreasonable and arbitrary bad boy. She asked questions but did not give him any time to answer.
A nanmu flute appeared in her palm.
When the flute appeared, the demons watching the battle involuntarily held their breath in tacit agreement. Even though they were separated by a small world, each of them could not hide the look of fear on their bodies.
The tail of the flute in Shuci's hand sprouts branches, spreading out the lush green buds, the light of fireflies lingering among the young leaves, there are flowers blooming, poppies weeping, and clusters falling from the branches. It is so beautiful that it also contains indescribable meaning.
The meaning of summoning souls.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The moment she raised the flute, the world seemed to turn into monotonous and simple black and white, everything was a monologue, and she was like a drop of ink in the snow.
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The only color left between heaven and earth is the flower at the end of the flute, and the faint vermilion is dotted with the color of death.
The flute drew a ray of light in the desolate dusk, as pale as the underworld fire in the white night.
The world suddenly stopped, the roar of the strong wind seemed to freeze in my ears, and the world was like a scroll.
The dense darkness brought about by being pushed and rolled up by an invisible hand soon swallowed up the dim light quietly.
And above the sky, like a shadow falling, the bird also disappeared into the scroll.
The world in the painting is completely broken.
"Everything is over." In this world, Shuci could no longer feel the existence of any characteristics of life.
She took back the flute with great satisfaction, played it gently to her lips, tried the tone, turned around and prepared to leave the World Seeking Eye.
She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again, her silver-grey eyes dimmed with confusion.
Why can't she feel the existence of the world eye?
In the world of Qingye, at the moment when the battle is over and the winner is decided, the world opens as a door, welcoming her to leave.
There is only one possibility for the World Eye to not exist, and that is that the outcome is not yet known.
The moment this absurd idea took shape in Shu Ci's mind, in the thick blue sky of the quiet night, a figure appeared behind Shu Ci, like flower petals fluttering and falling, or like drifting clouds scattering.
Shu Ci's eyes suddenly opened wide. She still could not feel the existence of life, but at this moment, she smelled the breath of cold blood.
The lifeless blood is like the blood of death flowing in the River Styx.
A cold and thin hand gently placed on Shu Ci's head, the fingertips were stained with snow and blood.
That hand didn't weigh much, but under Shu Ci's bare feet, there was a click, and the ice that was ten feet deep cracked.
She lowered her head and looked at the reflection of the young man under the snow blown by the wind. He seemed to have just returned from that pale world, and his whole person was colorless and lonely.
There was only a piccolo in his hand, with beads inlaid at the end. The beads were blood red, a rich and out-of-this-world color.
The bright red color is like a bright red flame, burning alone in the white world.
Shu Ci's eyes moved slightly, and she suddenly noticed that the faint fire began to spread under her feet, and she stared away for a moment, only to realize that she was actually standing in a bloody pattern.
Use your body to support the formation, and use your blood to feed the talisman.
Under her feet, at some point, a blood-colored soul-killing formation as broad as a surging dragon was drawn.
The bloody feeling behind him became more and more intense, and Shu Ci suddenly understood.
It turned out that he was not wounded and fled at the beginning, but used his own blood to nourish the formation and feed the talisman. During the thousands of miles of escape, he forcibly drew such a terrifying soul-destroying formation.
But how did he do it?
The formation is based on talismans. Whenever the talisman enters, it needs talisman paper to carry the spiritual power.
The sky is stormy and the ground is snowy.
In this world, there is no such vast talisman that can accommodate such a huge spirit-killing formation.
But he actually simply used the ice and sea of the earth as talisman paper, as a pen, and blood as ink, carving out strokes and strokes, resonating with the world and entering the Tao.
This battle fantasy is absolutely fair.
Both he and she came to this strange world for the first time.
Since the world is unfamiliar, how can he resonate with this green leaf world?
Before Shu Ci could reflect on the truth, the crimson blood meandering across the ice surface could not be covered up no matter how much snow fell, and the bright red fire burst into flames.
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