The purple-black light seemed to feel the will of his master, Cangtian and his domineering and unyielding momentum. The sword light actually changed. The purple-black light was changing towards the deep purple at this time. The arrogant aura had disappeared at this time but turned into an unyielding domineering will. That power actually broke away from the constraints of Feng Ji's Feng Shen Curse. After a knife sound, a whistling sound rang out and slashed towards the Feng Ji blue tornado less than ten centimeters ahead.
After the blue whip blade trembled, dozens of barb blades drew a deep knife mark on the blade, but the sharp dark purple sword light gradually disappeared, and at the same time the giant sword light gradually became smaller and more solid, turning into a long dark purple sword with a sharp cold light.
After a period of panic after the sudden rise of the knife light, the blue tornado gradually calmed down and stabilized the tornado. After the wind blew up, the eyes gradually dimmed. He closed his eyes, but his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was chanting an unknown curse.
As Feng Zhi muttered, the blue tornado responded quickly less than half a centimeter in front of the knife light and retreated rapidly. The dark purple long sword seemed to have completely given up its original purpose and had completely striking with Feng Zhi, never stopping. Leng Xiaoran's eyes shook and understood the reason. His mouth twitched slightly, and syllables drifted with the wind. Then, Feng Zhi in the air immediately reacted.
As soon as he opened his eyes, a green light flashed, as if his face was paralyzed, a trace of emotional fluctuations finally revealed, which was embarrassment and shame. In a state of severe pain, Feng Ji grinned his teeth and roared lowly. His original chic temperament had disappeared, was it the feeling of loneliness on the mountaintops or...[
Feng Ji's right hand waved the somewhat wooden wind magic spell with a wave, and his left hand summoned a translucent innate magic weapon the size of a palm-the Qingfeng Sword. At this time, Feng Ji's expression was a bit normal, and his eyes were firmly looking at the long sword that was getting closer and closer to him. However, he was not afraid at all now.
Just at this moment, under Ye Lin's frightened gaze, the green vines fell off, and even the dragon vines gradually dimmed. Ye Lin seemed to feel the power on his body slowly weakening, and his expression was a little dull, looking at Lue Tian for unknown reasons. Lue Tian's body was filled with a thick deep purple light, looking at the sky silently, completely ignoring Ye Lin in front of him and Feng Qie in the air, and even Leng Xiaoran or stunning Shui Yunxin, who felt the most unhappy in his heart.
A pair of purple eyes that exuded sharpness and long hair draped over the shoulders, wild but not arrogant. At this time, Ransang Tiantian seemed to have changed a lot, and in short, it made people no longer want to punch him so much.
Leng Xiaoran looked at Ye Lin's distracted look and shook her head. She was a little worried, worried that her friends would really be able to come out of the shadow of failure. What is the original heart? If the Ten Saints are in their original heart, it would be no longer a problem to create glory. Even though they have lost some of their strength in their previous life, how can they cover up their charm? The so-called original heart is the most telling of the problem at this time.
Leng Xiaoran's hand-pinning speed was getting faster and faster, and he could no longer be distracted and cared about more, so at the end, Leng Xiaoran's mouth was once again slight notes. After that, Leng Xiaoran closed his eyes and calmly in the sealed realm, losing most of his perception of the outside world.
Shousheng was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, indifferent to the matter in the air, Anran seemed to know the result with an average expression. But Shui Yunxin and the others looked at the green light in the air nervously.
At this time, Feng Zhi was lightly injured, which was hindered to the display of strength. The deep purple long sword seemed to be greatly hindered. When it was less than half a finger from Feng Zhi, a rapid sound of breaking through the air came, but the long sword was still constantly approaching Feng Zhi. Feng Zhi held the Qingfeng Sword in one hand and the Feng Shen whip blade in the other hand. Under Feng Zhi's strange spell, Feng Zhi's eyes became completely green, without a trace of impurities, and the green eyes were pure like crystal jade.
Then, Feng Ji kicked his feet, and the phantom flashed, "Step by the wind..." The calm voice only echoed in the blue light, and then the blue figure changed accordingly, swaying like a phantom flashing rapidly in the air, sometimes left, right, sometimes up and down, for a long time, it was undecided, and it only stopped moving in the air.
"Hmph." The weak spirituality that has been condensed by temporary breakthroughs dares to be arrogant in front of me, not knowing how to live or die, Feng Ji said disdainfully in his heart.
It is completely different from the decadent temperament just now. Feng Zhi is more domineering at this time, or the power of the superiors to the subordinates. Feng Zhi is in a variety of ways in the air. No matter who it is, it is now impossible to tell which of the hundreds of figures is Feng Zhi.
Then, Feng Zhi used his thoughts to guide the somewhat dull deep purple sword light to form a shape of energy, leading the leader to follow Feng Zhi to stay away from here together. Feng Zhi suddenly set off, and the deep purple sword light then flew away. One green and one purple streaked across the long rainbow line in the air, like a meteor falling.
At this time, Ye Lin had just come back to his senses and looked at the sky with a depressed look on his face. The triangle face was full of bitterness and even grievance, so he looked a little disgusting. Now Ye Lin could no longer trap Ranyan Tian, and Ranyan Tian seemed to have greatly increased his cultivation in an instant. It seemed that he was no longer under Shui Yun's heart, and he was even more powerful and domineering.
Looking at the sky silently, his calm expression seemed to have never seen anything on the scene. He swallowed the sky randomly like an old tree standing still, standing still, his whole body was constantly gathering and solidifying, always wandering inch by inch.
Wow—The sky whistled, and the blue and purple in the distance were already faintly visible in everyone's eyes.
Over thousands of meters, Feng Qi seemed to be teasing at the somewhat difficult sword light flying behind him, sighing slightly, as if he was blaming himself. Fortunately, boss Leng Xiaoran reminded him at the critical point, otherwise what situation is still unknown? Then, Feng Qi shook his head and thought to himself: I will do my own things and I will be free, let the heaven and earth do whatever I can. Feng Qi's heartbroken instantly faded, and his cultivation slowly improved unconsciously. He suddenly felt that the world was so big that he had the mind. His eyes suddenly became clear and the fog in his heart disappeared.
"Howl--" A long roar, Feng Ji waved his hand, and a green light turned into a fifth-grade sword light, following Feng Ji like a shadow, and then, a soothing sound pierced at the deep purple sword light, and the sound of plainness continued. Although the deep purple sword light had no effect, several green lights were left on its sword.
Feng Ji smiled faintly, his expression was as relaxed as he was. He took a few steps in the void and his body moved. The sword light could not flash as much as possible. He crossed Feng Ji, and Feng Ji flashed behind the deep purple sword light. With a "pop", the blue whip blade of the Wind God Curse actually made a "shock" sound, whipping the knife handle of the knife, and tied it up, tightly entangling the knife handle.
Then, without the time to react, Feng Ji's Qingfeng Knife with his other hand slapped hard, and after the sound of friction in the air breaking through the air, he rushed into the Wind God Curse from the end of the blue whip blade in his hand, and turned into a cone-shaped blue light, which was transmitted like an electric current. The slightest sound instantly reached the handle of the deep purple knife light.
"Hmm?!" Luansuntian, who was far away on the ground, seemed to have reacted a little at this time, looking at the distant sky with a serious expression, as if he was thinking about something...[
"Boom--" Everyone was shocked and flew into the sky one after another. However, in the distance, a huge dark purple cloud spread from small to large. Then came an amazing and huge hurricane blowing, rushing everyone back to the ground.
At this time, Leng Xiaoran's eyes gradually opened and felt a huge force from the air, but Leng Xiaoran's expression relaxed and understood what was happening in the air.
A blue figure cut through the dark purple clouds...
The seal in Leng Xiaoran's hand was also over. The Qiandu ghost in Luoshui could only curl up and wriggle, and could only make a whimpering sound from their mouths. Their pale faces showed a begging look at this time. It seemed that they had not completely changed one of them, and they might have just been controlled.
In the clear Luo Water, lines of colored water were wrapped around the bodies of the ghosts, and the illusory body was also a little weak at this time. And Wanzi pressed them all under the water like a lid of a pot and could not rinse out of the Luo Water.
Shousheng often looked around the sky, and finally saw Ye Lin's dismay and frowned. However, Shousheng walked to Ye Lin's side, but Ye Lin did not have bird Shosheng half-eyed, as if he was still in his imagination and distress. "Amitabha..." Shousheng quietly recited the Buddha's Dharma. At this time, a soft Buddha light emanated from Shousheng's body, and then calmly shone on Ye Lin's body. The soft Buddha light and comfortable Sanskrit sound made Ye Lin's distressed mood subside a little, and his two big eyes were not as prominent as before.
But Ye Lin was still looking at the sky quietly, thinking about something silently?
"Ordinary appearance, extraordinary destiny, peaceful expectations, uneven future, everything is too different from my own wishes. Is this my life? Fate! Should we just follow the conditions? Like an ants and earthworms, we are looking forward to God's blessings. Others should seek extraordinaryness and seek ordinaryness. Is this going against the heavens? So what is the heaven? Is there even the heaven to go against the heavens?..." In the calm heart, Ye Lin felt as if he was overturned by the rivers and seas.
The blue figure had already slid into the air, and everyone was obviously relieved, and then they looked at the proud Lue Swallowing Sky standing in front of them, looking at the complex expressions.
When he saw everyone in front of him, Luan Tuntian turned his long-lost eyes. The lost momentum was arrogant and the calm but extraordinary domineering aura...