The breeze lingers in the valley is still, and the green rosy is frozen with crying cry.
Thunder Tribulation's body could no longer move, no matter how hard he used, his right hand could not move forward any more.
Chen Yan's head was only a few inches from his palm, but at such a short distance, it seemed to be separated from the entire sky and the earth.
The desire, fire, anger, and everything in his eyes cooled down. Then there was irrepressible fear, and the fear that spread from the depths of his soul instantly filled his entire body.
From eternal origin, the virtual and the real are fixed, the ethereal sound comes from nowhere, but it sounds directly deep in the mind of Thunder Tribulation, causing his soul to tremble.
His eyes were filled with confusion, as if he saw a mountain that was ten thousand feet high, entering the sky. Then there were a few stars, a peak with starry light shining.
The white-haired man sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain suddenly raised his head.
The light in the man's eyes seemed to be able to pierce the sky. In just a moment, Lei Jie was shocked and sweated. He tried hard to make his body move, but all this was in vain.
"Thunder is really like sword energy? Yin Xuanling in Yinzhou? Thunder is authentic?"
The voice of the man in white has been circulating forever, as if he is the only one in this world.
The thunder tribulation is even more terrifying and afraid. This place is already from Cangyun County, so why is there such a terrifying existence?
He didn't even know where the other party was, but everything about him was exposed to the other party's eyes.
Almost instantly, he wanted to beg for mercy.
But suddenly he found that he could not even make any sound, and the space around him seemed to be dead. Even the wind had stopped, so how could he have other actions?
Unprecedented fear was magnified, and the thunder tribulation began to regret it.
"So it's an authentic Thunder? Well, Xiao Dengtian Realm? Are you provoking me?"
Chen Yan couldn't hear any sound, otherwise he would be in surprise and could not speak, although he could not speak at first.
Because the great elder showed himself in such a proud manner for the first time, claiming to be the deity!
"Give me a blessing!"
After the Great Elder finished speaking, the thunder disaster felt a special rhythm coming, and he immediately begged for mercy.
If he hadn't been frozen in place, he would have almost leaned over and kneeled down.
"Beg for mercy?" The elder's eyes suddenly raised, and then his voice became cold. The eternal aura gradually became cold and bone-bone cold.
"It's too late!"
"The snow cloud lineage is no longer necessary!"[
The man in white, sitting cross-legged on the top of the snow sky, suddenly stretched out his finger and gently pointed the void in front of him.
"Ten Thousand Swords Art!"
His lips moved slightly, and he could vaguely recognize what he said, these three words.
As the man in white finished speaking, a sudden palpitation made him suddenly raise his head.
In the extremely far and wide sky, a sword light soared into the sky in the darkness, cutting through the sky with an invincible momentum, and leaping into the sky with hundreds of feet of white sword light.
The sword light was like morning light, piercing through the haze of the night, and the thunder tribulation felt a little dazzling.
In Shen Yan's eyes, the sword light that instantly shattered the darkness between the sky and the earth suddenly burst into pieces in the sky at least tens of millions of miles away.
Suddenly.
Just like the stars collapsed, the entire world was reflected in white. All creatures in the snow cloud swamp could clearly see what was in front of them.
It seemed as if the end of the night suddenly turned into daylight.
The sword light like stars in the sky flew towards all directions, completely covering Chen Yan's eyes.
A series of white lightsabers floating above this world, with hundreds of billions of sight.
The face of Thunder Tribulation was ashes, and there was no power of resistance. Chen Yan looked at it sincerely, he looked further than Chen Yan... These light swords completely covered the snow cloud swamp.
There is almost no place to escape except for the snow cloud forbidden area that the person can go to in the deepest.
He finally understood what the so-called "there is no need for the Snow Cloud lineage" meant in the words of the man in white. Lei Jie had no other thoughts at this moment, regretted it, fought to the death... There was no idea.
Not only him, but all the demon races trembled in the Snow Cloud Swamp.
Even several cultivators knelt on the ground. The terrifying power of the world could almost make the world lose its color.
Ye Donglai looked up and then knelt on one knee... holding half of his disciple's tribute. There was only awe and shock in his eyes.
Somewhere in the Snow Cloud Swamp, Chi Youxuan, who was hidden in the deep pool, was awakened from her cultivation by this dead silence and terror.
He had just rushed from the deep pool with a lot of anger, and instantly lay down his whole body on the ground, even the beard at the corner of his mouth was completely pressed on the ground, and even suppressed his breathing as much as possible. .
"How can you do this? How can you do this..."
Chi Youxuan's voice almost brought a hint of crying.[
"Mom~. I was killed by those bastards this time. Do you want to provoke Chen Yan if you have something to do or not?" He couldn't help but swear, but only he could hear the voice that was low. .
Chi Youxuan has never been so cautious in his life, and even his voice is suppressed.
Top of the Snow Sky.
The body of the man in white exudes a kind of dusk energy, so weak that it seems as if he will faint in an instant.
His face was pale as his hair.
But his body clearly did not tremble at all. His finger, which was pointed in the void, suddenly raised it, and then fell gently.
Chen Yan's breathing was almost frozen, and the lightswords in the sky suddenly began to fall.
Sword Rain, this is a sword rain condensed by lightswords.
Chen Yan had no doubt at all that when this sword rain fell, there were definitely only a few people and demons who could survive in the entire snow cloud swamp.
The lightsaber is too high and too high, bursting from a height of tens of thousands of miles away, reaching a point where everyone can see clearly, and I don’t know how high it is from the ground.
Therefore, in the eyes of all cultivators and demons, the lightswords fell very slowly, like an extremely gorgeous rain of fireworks.
Lei Jie knew that he could do his best and could only wait for death.
The so-called small realm of heaven, facing such a powerful force, he did not even have the power to resist. In such a realm, he could only be in awe.
It is worth it to die in the hands of such a strong man.
Besides, there are billions of Snow Cloud Demon Clan to bury him. The others of Changruo would still doubt the power of these lightsabers, but Lei Jie knew what kind of terrifying power it contained.
Even if it was just one, he didn't even have the power to resist.
The cultivators wandering on the snow cloud border also opened their eyes wide and looked at the sword light that was not far from them. But the edge of the sword light was at the junction between the snow cloud swamp and the snow cloud border, and it was basically Nothing beyond the slightest.
The lightsaber is falling, and the eyes of the cultivator are also locked in this incredible scene.
But some people are hesitant.
The Song Dynasty, the imperial capital, and the imperial study.
Zhao Qingxu was walking, his eyebrows tightly locked together, looking at the faint lightswords in the sky in the distance. Most people in the imperial capital could not see it because they were too far away.
But he can.
After a while, Zhao Qingxu finally gritted his teeth suddenly, and then turned around to leave here to see the old God.
When he turned around, the space in front of him shook slightly like a flow of water for a moment, and the familiar old figure appeared in his sight again.
Zhao Qingxu smiled bitterly and took another step slower.
"Your heart is not quiet enough." The old Heavenly Lord seemed to know what he was going to say, but directly interrupted Zhao Qingxu's words.
"I know, but the question is how can I calm down now." Zhao Qingxuna shook his head, "From the momentum, it should be that man's action. If he uses his hand to wipe the snow clouds, it will be considered a good thing. After all, we are not easy to take action.”
The old God shook his head.
“Good things can also turn into bad things.”
Zhao Qingxu smiled bitterly.
"This is also what I hesitated. If the madmen of the demon clan really counted the reason for this incident on our Song Dynasty, then the consequences that followed would be more serious than the broken seal of the Snow Sky."
When the old God heard him mention the snow sky, he couldn't help but show a hint of admiration.
"Only he deserves to be called the Sword Immortal in the entire Song Dynasty."
Zhao Qingxu looked at the old God in confusion, not understanding why he said that.
"It consumes 99% of its own essence and blood, consumes 90% of its own cultivation, and even refines its natal sword into the snow sky to make up for the incomplete seal."
"The so-called protecting the people of the world and thinking that great virtues are like this."
After the old God Zun finished speaking, a hint of amazement and surprise appeared in Zhao Qingxu's eyes.
"So, is he going to take care of Xue Tianqiong's affairs to the end?" Zhao Qingxu's voice had an inexplicable meaning. He could not say respect, but instead felt that the Great Elder was a little stupid.
"He really treats the creatures of Cangmuzhou as creatures, but you are not."
The old God's voice was very calm, as if explaining a fact.
"I have a great Song Dynasty of 65 states, a Cangmu state. Even if it is destroyed, what's the harm?" Zhao Qingxu disagreed. He did not think that his thoughts were wrong.
"good."
The old God nodded in admiration and then pondered for a moment.
"This is why you are the emperor of the Song Dynasty, and he can only be the Northern Sword Immortal."
A trace of doubt suddenly appeared in Zhao Qingxu's eyes, and he couldn't help asking again.
"You said he regards the creatures in Cangmuzhou as creatures, so why did he destroy the Xueyun lineage again?"
"Because there are people he cares about in the snow cloud swamp, and... some people have angered him repeatedly." After saying that, the old Heavenly Lord added.
"Or it's because he has some help in his heart, so he needs a killing."
"He helps? He will also help?" Zhao Qingxu's voice slightly raised.
"Maybe that's it, you can't completely reject it." Old Tianzun nodded.
"So, what should we do about this matter? Let him wipe the Xueyun lineage away?" Zhao Qingxu was no longer obsessed with the matter of the Great Elder, and finally brought the topic back on track.
"Of course not, you can't afford such losses." The old Heavenly Lord shook his head. "I will stop him."
"Then... wouldn't it be..." Zhao Qingxu hesitated a little.
"Whether it is an enemy or a friend, it's not possible." The old Tianzun shook his body and disappeared from Zhao Qingxu's sight.