Using his physical body to carry the Holy Spirit level sword skill "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect", Feng Qingyu's originally graceful and graceful body was suddenly riddled with holes and trembling, and Liu Qiqi had already poked many holes in the black body.
The coat was broken into pieces, barely able to cover the body, and the bright red blood spattered in all directions, turning into little red rains and raining down on the world.
Every golden sword light that Lin Zhiyun fired had a terrifying power that even a saint could not resist. If he ate thousands of spiritual swords at the same time, it was said that even ten saints would be stabbed to pieces.
Unexpectedly, instead of weakening, the six-colored light on Feng Qingyu's body became even brighter, like a small sun suspended in mid-air, releasing a dazzling light that pierced both sides of the battlefield with severe pain in their eyes and tears.
Once the surface of her delicate and tender skin is penetrated by the spirit sword, the wound will be quickly closed under the nourishment of the six-color light, and it will soon become smooth and clean, leaving no trace of scars.
Under the influence of the Animal Dao, her recovery speed was enough to offset the violent offensive of the "Ten Thousand Swords Returning Sect"'s spiritual sword that filled the sky.
The dignified Holy Spirit level sword skill, apart from "removing his clothes", actually failed to cause even a little bit of damage to Feng Qingyu.
Although Lin Zhiyun's "Ten Thousand Swords" style has a large number of spiritual swords, they are not infinite after all, and they will eventually be used up.
At the moment when her old spiritual sword was exhausted and the new spiritual sword had not yet been summoned, Feng Qingyu finally broke free from the shackles of the Spiritual Scripture and gained freedom of movement.
Although it was only a very brief moment, she perfectly captured the opportunity to counterattack.
"Reincarnation!"
I saw her lips parted slightly, and with a clear and melodious voice, she coldly uttered four words.
A huge six-color disk suddenly appeared above her head. It was divided into four layers from the inside out. Between the two adjacent layers, they were slowly rotating in opposite directions.
In the innermost circular area of the disk, there is a cultivator sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and meditating. There is a pig on his left side, a pigeon on his right side, and a snake coiled under the seat.
Six rays of light emitted from this person's chest, which were aqua blue, light yellow, dark gray, bright red, black and silver, directly dividing the disk into six parts of different colors.
One versus three, they fought with the three saints for a long time. This was the first time that Feng Qingyu released the Six Paths of Dharma.
The moment she saw the Dharma Disk, Lin Zhiyun's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition suddenly filled her heart.
The Six-Path Dharma Disk in front of Feng Qingyu was more than three times larger than when she fought Zhong Wen at the inheritance place. The terrifying aura emanating from it made her even more frightened and surprised.
She even had a vague feeling that once the cultivator in the Dharma image opened his eyes, it would definitely bring unbearable disaster to her.
"Let's break up!"
In desperation, three words suddenly popped out of Lin Zhiyun's mouth, and the huge goddess statue behind her also opened her red lips, as if she was reciting the same words.
She actually planned to use the power of the Yan Ling Sutra to forcibly disperse Feng Qingyu's Dharma.
As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible mysterious power suddenly filled the space between heaven and earth. The originally dazzling Six Paths of Dharma suddenly dimmed a bit, and even the regular-shaped disk became distorted and blurred, as if it could be seen at any time.
It will disappear without a trace.
However, more than ten breaths passed in the blink of an eye. Although the spiritual disk representing the six powerful forces seemed to be swaying and seemed very unstable, it was still floating in the sky after all and had not completely dispersed.
The Yan Ling Zhen Sutra, which has always been successful, has actually failed!
"Six Paths of True Sight!"
Feng Qingyu uttered four words lightly in his mouth. The voice was very soft, but it seemed to have a special magic power, making people's hearts beat faster unconsciously.
The mysterious cultivator sitting cross-legged in the center of the Six Paths slowly opened his eyes, with dazzling six-color light shining through his pupils, and glanced in the direction of Lin Zhiyun intentionally or unintentionally.
Lin Zhiyun's breathing was stagnant when these eyes swept over her body. The pores all over her body expanded, her heart pounded non-stop, and her back was instantly soaked in cold sweat. Strong emotions couldn't help but surge into her heart.
fear!
panic!
trouble!
Frustrated…
All kinds of strong emotions couldn't help but surge into my heart. The dignified saint and strong man, just looked at Feng Qingyu's Dharma, actually became dumbfounded and fell into extreme confusion.
Lin Zhiyun knew very well in her heart that this was not an illusion, but her body was escaping, her soul was accusing, and her instinct was telling her that the strength of the two sides was too far apart, and they were not at the same level at all.
How could there be such a terrifying existence in the world?
At this moment, her face, pink neck, shoulders, chest and abdomen were all dripping with sweat. Facing the oncoming wind and rain, she didn't know why she couldn't even think of resisting.
"You're the last one!"
Feng Qingyu, who teleported to Lin Zhiyun, suddenly said something without any end, and then raised his right arm high, clenched his five fingers into a fist, the momentum around him surged, and he unleashed a world-shattering blast that shocked the world and made the ghosts and gods weep.
Fist, "As long as you die, this war will come to an end."
During the whole process, Lin Zhiyun seemed to have lost her soul. She always stood like a puppet, motionless. It was not until Feng Qingyu's fist was close at hand that she reluctantly raised her arms to protect herself.
"boom!"
Feng Qingyu's fist landed on the outside of Lin Zhiyun's arm, erupting with an earth-shattering momentum. The exaggerated collision force directly shattered the surrounding space. Huge pits appeared one after another on the ground, as if they were going to dig the entire battlefield.
Empty.
The power of this punch was actually far greater than before.
With a "click", the bones in Lin Zhiyun's arm were all broken, and her whole body was tilted downward, and she was knocked straight down towards the battlefield like a person with no cultivation.
At this point, in the battle between the four beautiful saints, Feng Qingyu was one against three and easily won, showing a stern and invincible appearance.
Just as Lin Zhiyun was about to fall to the ground, an unknown number of thick branches suddenly jumped out from below, grabbed her delicate body, and flew away far away.
It was Yin Ning'er who used her physical strength to take action again and rescued her master after Liu Qiqi and Li Bing.
At this time, her face was full of exhaustion, her breasts were rising and falling violently with her rapid breathing, her delicate body was already soaked with sweat, her limbs were sore and weak, and her spiritual power seemed to be exhausted at any time, but her white jade-like right hand was still firmly pressed.
On the ground, he kept activating his abilities, trying to save as many coalition masters as possible.
In fact, rescuing an ordinary cultivator does not consume much of Yin Ning'er's spiritual and physical energy. The reason why she fell into such an embarrassing situation was precisely because of the three beautiful saints who were defeated by Feng Qingyu.
There seemed to be a strange force flowing in the injured bodies of Lin Zhiyun, Li Bing and Liu Qiqi, which was constantly preventing the three of them from recovering from their injuries.
Whenever Liu Qiqi and others began to improve under Yin Ning'er's treatment, their injuries would instantly return to the miserable state they were in when they were injured, as if time in their bodies had stopped. Directly teach Yin Ning
The child was so anxious and helpless that even if he tried his best, he could barely keep the three people's injuries from getting worse.
"Huh?"
After defeating the three saints, Feng Qingyu finally noticed the existence of Yin Ning'er. Seeing her forcefully saving the three saints with her own strength, she unexpectedly let out a rare sigh, "What a miraculous ability!"
Before she finished speaking, her graceful figure appeared above Yin Ning'er's head, her white and tender right hand turned into a claw, and she fiercely grabbed the girl's Tianling Cap.
not good!
Liu Sanque's expression changed drastically. When he was about to step forward to protect the "military doctor", he felt a vast and majestic saint's power spurting out from the Six Paths of Dharma and instantly fell on everyone around him.
Many coalition spirit masters felt as if their hands and feet were being forcibly pulled by invisible forces. Their bodies were stiff in the windy and rainy Saint Realm. Not to mention protecting Yin Ning'er, they could not even move a finger. They could only watch helplessly.
The wind and rain hit her hard.
Are you going to die?
Facing the claw of the saint who destroyed the heaven and earth, Yin Ning'er's delicate eyes flashed with a hint of unwillingness, she frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed.
It's a pity that Master and Qiqi could not be cured.
He failed to defeat the "Dark Temple" and avenged the medicine tower!
And Zhong Wen’s Tai Sui beads...
When she was about to die, the handsome face and warm smile of the young man in white suddenly appeared in the girl's mind.
She looked calm and slowly closed her eyes, seeming to have accepted her fate.
"boom!"
However, the severe pain that he imagined did not appear. What came into his ears was a deafening loud noise.
Yin Ning'er opened her eyes curiously, and what came into view was Zhong Wen's generous and solid back.
"Please call me the fire captain. Wherever the beauties are in trouble, I will be there!"
I heard the young man in white shouting at the top of his voice, screaming in a strange voice, "If you dare to bully the disciples of Piaohua Palace, I will destroy you on behalf of the moon, dynamic light waves, biubiubiu~"