The voice is not loud, but for some reason, it can be clearly transmitted to everyone's ears, as if a graceful and graceful woman is whispering softly in the ears, making people feel itchy in their hearts and their souls are rippling.
The moment he heard these three words, the golden light in the white-haired spiritual master's eyes dimmed instantly, and the murderous intention in his body also dissipated without even realizing it.
Then, the white-haired puppets all over the sky left in all directions, with calm and orderly expressions. From a distance, it looked like the scene at the end of a market. How could it look like a battlefield?
In just a few breaths, all the white-haired spiritual masters who had beaten the Midnight Army so hard that they could not hold their heads up were all gone, and not even a single one was left.
"Palace Master Lin!"
Zeng Rui looked happy, felt relieved, and said loudly, "Thank you for your help!"
He instantly recognized the owner of the voice, who was none other than the super powerful saint-level master Lin Zhiyun of Piaohua Palace.
However, Zeng Rui’s thank you did not receive any response.
"Palace Master Lin?" Zeng Rui said again, "Why don't you show up and meet me?"
It was quiet all around, no one spoke anymore, and even the sound of a pin dropping on the ground became clearly audible.
The master of the Piaohua Palace came and went in a hurry, and was nowhere to be found.
The Midnight Army and the masters from various sects looked at each other with doubts on their faces, and they all fell into confusion.
…
"ah!!!"
With a shrill scream, Qiu Yun was hit by two golden lights, and his whole body exploded. His muscles and bones flew everywhere, and bright red blood spattered in all directions. His death was extremely tragic.
"Qiu Yun!"
Three of the four generals of the Qiu family have been eliminated. The remaining Qiu Yu's eyes are split and he is almost crazy, "You bastards, you deserve to die!"
He waved the weapon in his hand vigorously, broke into the enemy's formation as if to save his life, and slashed hard at a white-haired spiritual master.
"Qiu Yu, come back!"
Qiu Tianlong was shocked and shouted loudly behind him, "Don't be impulsive!"
However, Qiu Yu, who was already red-eyed, did not hear his call at all. He raised his knife and cut a deep gash on the shoulder of a white-haired spiritual master mercilessly. The blood was like
It jumps up into the sky like a fountain and shoots into the distance.
At the same time, several golden rays of light came from different angles and all fell on Qiu Yu.
"boom!"
Before he could even let out a scream, he was blown to pieces by the golden light, following in Qiu Yun's footsteps.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Seeing that the four people who had been loyal to him for many years would all be killed, Qiu Tianlong gritted his teeth and felt his heart bleed, deeply hating that he was not strong enough to kill all these white-haired puppets.
"Master Qiu, be careful!"
A deep voice sounded after itself.
Qiu Tianlong's heart froze, and he quickly turned around to look, only to see Zhao Qilin, the leader of the spiritual master from the Jiang family, running towards him. He raised his right arm and struck out with a palm that could break mountains and rocks, and he was fighting with a white-haired spirit who was trying to sneak attack him.
They bumped into each other hard.
Qiu Tianlong was about to say thanks when he saw the white-haired spiritual master suddenly turned his palm into a claw and grabbed Zhao Qilin's wrist.
Then, a dazzling light emitted from his body, blinding everyone around him.
When the light dissipated, there was no trace of blood on Zhao Qilin's face. His plump body swayed slightly, and he fell from the air and fell to the ground.
"Brother Zhao!"
Qiu Tianlong was shocked, and quickly rushed to Zhao Qilin's side. However, he saw that the face of the fat man who always smiled and was cute was actually covered with wrinkles, as if he had aged a hundred years in an instant.
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There was no breath left between his mouth and nose.
In order to resist the sneak attack for him, the Jiang family spiritual master unexpectedly died on the spot inexplicably!
"Bastard, I'll chop you up!"
He had lost four generals who were as close as brothers, and now it had even affected the life of Jiang Family Spirit Master. Qiu Tianlong was heartbroken and could not help but feel angry. He raised his head and looked at the sneak attacker fiercely.
However, to his surprise, the white-haired spiritual master who had taken Zhao Qilin's life by unknown means also had wrinkles on his face, and dots of age spots appeared on his neck, as if he had crossed countless paths in an instant.
Time has come directly to the end of life.
Before Qiu Tianlong could take action, the white-haired spiritual master trembled and fell from the sky. When his body collided with the ground, there was a crunching sound, and all the bones in his body were broken. The ending was even worse than that of Zhao Qilin.
It's even more miserable.
This person's tactics against Zhao Qilin can be said to injure the enemy eight hundred and injure himself a thousand. It is simply a means of mutual destruction.
Qiu Tianlong, who had lost his goal, was at a loss. He turned around and looked around. The sight in front of him made his heart gradually sink to the bottom.
Under the relentless and fierce offensive of the White-haired Spirit Lord, both the masters of the Jiang and Qiu families and the army led by Jiang Yushi were exhausted and unable to resist.
Jiang Tianhe and other spiritual masters were more or less stained, and Granny Xiong was seriously injured and fell to the ground, barely having the strength to stand up.
Only Jiang Yushi is still as strong as the wind, shoots out like a dragon, and has no sluggishness in his body.
However, the tired look on her pretty face could no longer be concealed.
The White-haired Spirit Lord's offensive was still swift and fierce. No matter how brave the female general was, she would still be unable to defeat four enemies with just two fists. The defeat of the Jiang and Chou families was almost a foregone conclusion.
The screams one after another and the sharp golden light flowing around were like a pair of big hands ruthlessly tearing apart the wonderful illusion and revealing the cruel truth in front of Qiu Tianlong.
Lord, please forgive Tianlong for being incompetent and unable to assist you anymore!
If there is an afterlife, I am willing to be a slave and a servant, dedicated to you and loyal to you to the death!
In despair, Zhong Wen's figure in fluttering white clothes appeared in his mind.
After taking refuge with Zhong Wen, he felt that he could not provide much help to him, but instead gained a lot of benefits from this young master.
When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel endless regrets in his heart, but he was helpless.
A strong sense of despair permeated the surrounding area. Seeing that there was no hope of escape, many people had even given up resistance. Even if Jiang Yushi activated the God of War Art, it could not arouse everyone's fighting spirit.
"Let's break up!"
The end was approaching, but suddenly Lin Zhi's melodious voice came from the sky.
Subsequently, the entire battlefield style changed.
The white-haired spiritual master who was not afraid of life and death and was tireless turned around obediently and left quietly without even looking back, as if the life-and-death fight between Jiang Chou and Jiang Chou just now was just a dream.
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Even Jiang Yushi couldn't hold back his momentum and stabbed a white-haired spiritual master in the back. He didn't look back or fight back. He just limped on and quickly disappeared from sight.
outside.
Lin Zhiyun, who ended the war and killings with just one sentence, did not show up, nor did she say anything after that, and seemed to have left alone.
Is this the end?
The enemy that we couldn't fight even with all our lives was defeated by Palace Master Lin with just one sentence?
Is this the power of a saint?
What is the meaning of all the previous killings and sacrifices?
The surviving masters of Jiang and Qiu looked at each other with sad expressions and indescribably complicated moods.
…
The same scene happened everywhere else on the grassland.
Wen Dao Academy, Ling Xiao Holy Land, Ji Family, Liu Brothers, Jian Jue...
Lin Zhiyun's voice would always suddenly appear in the ears of the major forces who were engaged in a fierce battle with the White-haired Spiritual Lord.
"Let's break up!"
Every time, these three words came out of her mouth.
However, the words of the Master of Piaohua Palace seemed to have irresistible magic power, and he actually followed the rules and regulations.
After hearing these three words, the white-haired spiritual masters put down their butcher knives, turned around and left, walking very freely and without any hesitation.
The flames of war that ignited across the entire grassland were extinguished and stopped just because of one person's words.
For some unknown reason, Lin Zhiyun never showed up from beginning to end, as if she was running away from something.
Little did they know that such an astonishing operation of the dragon being able to control the overall situation with one person's power would be recorded in the annals of history and become a legend widely circulated in later generations.
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Unknowingly, the entire grassland has returned to calm.
Blood and fire were both gone.
Only the deep sadness of the passing of a comrade-in-arms and the faint joy of the remaining life are intertwined to compose a spiritual melody.
Above the empty grassland, Lin Zhiyun stood suspended in the air, her hair as thick as a waterfall fluttering in the wind, her delicate blue skirt gently swaying, her beautiful eyes as bright as stars, and her graceful figure as if she had descended into the world like a mysterious goddess from the Nine Heavens.
Such beauty should not exist in the mortal world.
She just stood there, creating a beautiful scene.
A divine picture that no famous artist can draw.
Her appearance is enough to eclipse all women in the world, and she feels the injustice of heaven from the bottom of her heart.
If God divided his favor into 10%, about 80% of it would fall on the owner of Piaohua Palace.
"It's time for closure!"
Lin Zhiyu stared at the north with her beautiful eyes, her eyes gradually became firmer, her mouth opened slightly, and she murmured to herself.
Then, her delicate body swayed, and she disappeared without a trace in an instant.