Helan Heiyun screamed again, but as a mouthful of blood spurted out, no one inside or outside Yongning Temple could hear the content of her scream.
All these sword energy exploded instantly, and the extremely cold star energy caused the temperature of the temple to drop sharply again. Countless pieces of blue-black flying snow flew upside down into the sky. These blue-black snow pulled ordinary practitioners unable to see or feel it.
The missing star energy temporarily blocked the flow of the surrounding heaven and earth energy along the eaves of the temple. The golden light on the scorching sun pattern in the main hall of Yongning Temple could not be sustained and became completely dim.
At the same time, the light group outside Helan Heiyun suddenly opened up and turned into two wings of light.
Driven by these two light wings, Helan Heiyun, with blood flowing all over his body, flew backwards at a terrifying speed.
Her body smashed into pieces of blue-black flying snow, leaving a trace of a person on the dense snow. The blood on her body turned into many red threads in the black night sky, and in the next moment, these red threads
The silk threads burned and turned into blue-black sparks.
The blue-black sparks had no heat at all, only a bit more chill.
The hole left by her flying figure in the night sky was instantly filled with more blue-black snow flakes, and only the terrifying sound of breaking through the sky continued to be heard in the night.
A sigh sounded in the snow.
A yellow paper umbrella was opened on the other side of the pagoda, not far behind Rong Yi.
The yellow paper umbrella covered the falling snow in the sky and also covered the face of this practitioner, but it was still clearly visible that this was an extremely thin and short practitioner.
This practitioner is also a member of the Demon Sect, but although the members of the Demon Sect are extremely loyal to the Demon Sect, they may not be close friends with each other, especially after the Battle of Zhongli, because the previous members of the Demon Sect
After constant losses, the Demon Sect made an exception and admitted some new tribesmen.
Many of these new tribesmen are people with extremely outstanding talents but very unruly personalities. These people are not close friends with the previous tribesmen of the Demon Sect.
They even challenged the original Demon Sect members at many conveniences.
The Demon Sect did not stop this challenge, he even thought it could be more intense.
The reason why all these surviving members of the Demon Sect are powerful and terrifying is because they have always grown up in a harsh and cruel environment. They are like the wolf kings in the wasteland. The challenges of the same kind will only keep them stronger.
The more wolf nature they have, the more terrifying they become.
The cultivator under this yellow paper umbrella at this time was the new tribe accepted by the Demon Sect after the Battle of Zhongli. He wished that Helan Heiyun was killed here. Even before he took a breath, he thought Helan
Black Cloud is certain to die.
He did not expect that Helan Heiyun could block this formation without hesitation, and then decisively escaped from the temple without any hesitation.
So he sighed sadly.
At the same time as his regretful voice sounded, he vaguely heard an almost identical voice coming from the direction where Helan Heiyun was fleeing.
That was definitely not the echo of his voice, but someone else's.
He wondered who else would sigh like that on Helan Heiyun's retreat, but at this moment he had no time to care about who it was.
In this plan against Rong Yi and others, he himself was Helan Heiyun's back-up plan after his failure.
In his opinion, at this moment, Rong Yi's formation was blocked by Helan's black cloud, which was his best opportunity to take action.
The yellow paper umbrella in his hand slowly rotated.
A strange colorful glow appeared on the edge of the yellow paper umbrella.
"idiot!"
Helan Heiyun was still escaping in a hurry, and she could clearly hear the sigh on her way back. She was one of the organizers of the assassination, so she knew very well that the sigh should come from her enemy, but
Sensing this practitioner's move, these two words appeared uncontrollably in her mind. At this time, she still felt that this practitioner was too stupid.
The practitioner holding a yellow paper umbrella felt that this was the best time. It was the moment when Rong Yi's power was suppressed and he was at his weakest. However, she knew very well that the next blow would be Rong Yi's real deadliest.
A blow.
Therefore, the practitioner holding the yellow paper umbrella chose to take action at this time. The only result was to bear the blow for her, as if he had become her scapegoat.
…
The sky over Yongning Temple is filled with dark clouds.
Between the sky and the ground, there are countless blue-black snowflakes like feathers suspended.
The sound of a musical instrument sounded from the distant monk's house.
The moment the piano sounded, even the copper bells hanging everywhere in Yongning Temple cracked.
Rong Yi also felt the killing intent coming from behind him at this time.
He didn't know why the practitioner holding the yellow paper umbrella was able to be in his formation without being noticed by him. But at this time, once the practitioner holding the yellow paper umbrella showed his Qi, under his
In his perception, the body of this cultivator and the yellow paper umbrella in his hand were extremely bright among the dark clouds and dense snow.
In his perception, it was as if another sun was rising in the boundless darkness.
The traces of Helan Heiyun had disappeared from his perception, so this practitioner who showed murderous intent towards him became his best target at this time.
Pieces of paint suddenly shot out from the scorching sun pattern under the eaves of the main hall of Yongning Temple.
It's not cracking or peeling off, but pieces shooting out like sharp arrows.
This scorching sun has been completely dimmed due to the obstruction of Helan's black cloud energy. However, the moment these paint colors burst out, the center of this scorching sun lit up with even more blazing light.
These lights are real sword lights.
Incomparably pure and sharp sword light.
It's like that kind of incomparable light that comes out of the scabbard of a famous sword after it has been warmed in the scabbard for many years.
The paint color is followed by flecks of masonry and dust.
Nine swords came out of this wall.
These nine swords do not need the power of this formation, because they are an independent formation in themselves.
The face of the practitioner under the yellow paper umbrella suddenly turned as white as the wall powder under the paint.
The colorful colors on the edge of his yellow paper umbrella were about to fly away from the umbrella cover. However, at this moment, he finally realized that he had made a fatal mistake.
The nine swords were obviously still far away from him and had just emerged from the wall. However, the nine incomparable auras had already pierced out from the ground under his feet.
Puff puff puff puff…
Many fountains of blood surged from his body, and broken flesh and blood spurted out from his body toward the sky.
His body was badly broken, but the yellow paper umbrella in his hand was still intact. In the dark night, it was like a huge dandelion seed, floating into the distance.