It was as if everything in the world had lost its color under this sword.
"Xiaojiao, do you know why the snow is white?"
"Why?"
"Because it may have forgotten its original color"
Lin Niao couldn't help but recall what his master said to him when he was teaching him swordsmanship.
At that time, Lin Niao didn't really understand what his master meant.
But now, Lin Niao feels like he understands a little bit.
It turned out that the master was teaching her the supreme swordsmanship she had learned at that time.
Just like always, Master always keeps the best for himself
Hands up.
The sword fell.
Just a simple sword.
Just an ordinary swing of the sword.
Ten miles of ice turned into broken ice points of stars, floating in the air, reflecting the light between heaven and earth, like white crystal light points flying in the sky.
The darkness between heaven and earth was washed away by pure white, just like the thick black ink was washed away by the ice spring.
The setting black sun turned into wisps of black smoke and disappeared.
In the sky, the monster's arm was completely shattered, and the entire monster's head was chopped off and fell from the sky.
But before the monster's head fell to the ground, a void was opened beneath the head, and the head fell directly into the hole.
The headless monster left the world, and the breach in the sky gradually healed.
After one sword blow, the sky was clear and the air was clear.
Yan Suxue still stood where she was, motionless.
In front of Yan Suxue, the seven elders of the Presbyterian Council and the hall masters and peak masters all lowered their heads in disbelief and looked at themselves.
Their bodies are gradually turning into fragments of ice and dissipating, and together with their souls, they are disappearing into the entire world.
They had never seen this sword clearly at all.
I don't even know how I died.
"How is that possible?" the leader of the Presbyterian Council said in disbelief.
"This is impossible!"
"impossible!!!"
In the unwilling shouts of the other party, they turned into debris and returned to the whole world. From then on, they never existed again.
"puff!"
Feng Zonghua is not dead.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and ran away.
Sure enough, monks in the Ascension Realm will not die so easily. After all, monks in the Ascension Realm are already at the pinnacle of this world.
But Feng Zonghua is definitely at the end of his game. Now Feng Zonghua is just lingering. A Yuanying realm monk might be able to kill Feng Zonghua.
"Elder Long, I'm sorry to trouble you."
Looking at Feng Zonghua who was flying away gradually, Lin Niao's eyes flashed with cold light.
Feng Zonghua must die, otherwise when he recovers from his injuries, an ascended monk will definitely be a serious problem for him.
This is not to mention that Feng Zonghua knows the Heavenly Demon Sect very well.
If one day Feng Zonghua meets the protagonist, and if Feng Zonghua colludes with the protagonist Xiao Wu, then he will be really unlucky.
This possibility is not impossible, it is even very likely.
"yes!"
Long Xi'er flew into the air, a ball of flame wrapped around her body. When the flames dissipated, Long Xi'er turned into a huge fire dragon and chased in the direction of Feng Zonghua.
Above the sky, Yan Suxue, who had exhausted all her spiritual power and strength, fell down.
Lin Niao quickly flew into the sky and held his master in his arms.
"Xiao Niao, master has won." In Lin Niao's arms, the pale Yan Suxue smiled with her eyes bent, bright and moving, without the cold murderous intent before.
Only then did Lin Niao remember that it seemed that the master's smile was all for him.
Except for himself, Master has never smiled so innocently at anyone else.
"Well, Master is the most powerful." Lin Niao tucked the silver hair beside Yan Suxue's cheek behind her ear, "Master, take a good rest. I will handle the rest."
"Hmm~"
Yan Suxue leaned against Lin Nian's chest, rubbed her little face into Lin Nian's arms, slowly closed her eyes, and breathed steadily on Lin Nian's chest, like a person who was tired from playing and was in the arms of her sweetheart.
Sleeping little girl.
Lin Niao also breathed a sigh of relief.
Although this battle is very dangerous, risks always coexist with opportunities.
After this battle, Lin Niao can guarantee that the master will enter the state of seclusion again. When the master comes out of seclusion again, he may be among the top three in the world.
"Ying, Master is asking you to please take Master to our Holy Son Peak and summon all the monks from Yama Temple to guard the Holy Son Peak. No one is allowed to approach."
Lin Niao ordered to Ying, compared with the Holy Lord Peak, the magic circle of the Holy Child Peak was stronger, which was also arranged by Yan Suxue for Lin Niao.
"As you command, young master." Ying naturally understood what Lin Niao meant.
Now that Yan Suxue is in a coma from exhaustion, anyone can kill her. It is inevitable that other people will have different intentions.
"Sangying, Peony, you also take Yiyi back." Lin Niao said to the two of them.
"What about you, young master?" Mudan asked anxiously.
"I" Lin Niao looked into the distance, which was the direction Feng Zonghua was escaping from, "I won't feel at ease until I see Feng Zonghua die with my own eyes!"
In the blink of an eye, Feng Zonghua had already flown out of the Heavenly Demon Sect with the help of his magic weapon.
But Feng Zonghua did not dare to relax at all.
Feng Zonghua could already feel the huge dragon power behind him.
And the dragon's power is getting closer and closer.
"Damn it!" Feng Zonghua cursed and took out a sword box from his storage bag.
The sword box was opened, and there were seven pocket swords in total.
After reciting the sword formula, seven small pocket swords flew out from the sword box and stabbed Long Xi'er, who was chasing closer and closer.
"roar!"
Long Xi'er breathed out a mouthful of flame, melting the four small swords, and then turned sideways to avoid two small swords.
But a small sword penetrated a small hole in Long Xier's dragon wing.
"Hoo!"
Long Xier cried out in pain.
Logically speaking, for Long Xi'er, such a small long sword was like being pricked by a needle.
But that kind of pain is heartbreaking.
Holding back the severe pain, Long Xier continued to chase.
Fortunately, the severe pain only lasted for three breaths. Even though Long Xier was a little slower, he still caught up.
"roar!"
Long Xi'er spit out a breath of dragon breath.
The scorching dragon flames burned towards Feng Zonghua overwhelmingly.
Feng Zonghua recited the spell, and a pearl floated next to Feng Zonghua, and then instantly split into layers of waves, surrounding Feng Zonghua.
Unexpectedly, a dragon's tail passed through the flames and struck Feng Zonghua hard!
Feng Zonghua was caught off guard.
"Boom!"
Feng Zonghua was slammed to the ground by the dragon's tail, directly smashing through two mountain peaks.