Nightfall

Liu Bai stood up.

Wei Ling, a disciple of Jiange, thought of what Master said before, and knew that he decided not to wait any longer, then this meant that the battle at the pinnacle of spiritual practice was coming.

However, at this moment, the veil of the **** shimmered slightly, and Ye Hongyu walked to the wilderness.

The low-spirited coalition army of the Xiling Temple saw the blood-red figure on the wilderness and became silent, then burst into thunderous cheers.

Ye Hongyu is the real genius of the Daomen. The prince Long Qing who was crushed in previous years can't breathe. He is the most unwilling opponent to be faced-the record of the youngest person in the world who has entered the realm of destiny. She is willing, maybe she will do it before Chen Pipi.

This does not seem to be persuasive, but it turns out that when she wants to do something, she can always do it, such as becoming a great priest.

Seeing Ye Hongyu's figure appearing in the wilderness, Liu Bai put his hands behind him and stopped moving forward.

For those big figures in the Xiling Temple, Liu Bai has always disliked it, including Master Zhang, but only he has always liked or appreciated Ye Hongyu.

Not because Ye Hongyu was able to sit on the Moyu seat in the ruling temple, and he had a deep relationship with him-the paper sword in that letter was drawn by Liu Bai himself-but because he knew that Ye Hongyu now Never confined to the field of the sword, her Taoist magic has already been accomplished.

Liu Bai still thinks that Jun Mo is stronger than Ye Hongyu, but he thinks that yesterday evening, after Jun Mo left the sentence that you are not my opponent, Ye Hongyu still chooses to play at this time, then there must be a reason to fight. .

He wondered what Ye Hongyu would do.

He wanted to know more about the outcome of the battle between her and Junmo.

So he chose to watch the battle again.

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The morale of the Xiling Temple Allied Forces was taken by the iron sword outside the Qingxia. The beheading was extremely low, and it wasn't until Ye Hongyu's figure caught everyone's eyes that they re-energized.

Ye Hongyu walked towards Qingxia, and walked to the middle of the field before slowly stopping.

Huge waves of cheering came from behind her, getting higher and higher, and then suddenly stopped.

Countless eyes fell on her **** ruling **** robe. Very nervous. I look forward to it.

When she stood up, she could have such a great influence on the morale of the coalition forces. The most important thing was the identity of her grand priest in Xiling, although she was the youngest priest in the history of Xiling Temple.

The great priest of Xiling must be the awe-inspiring seat of countless practitioners, and the **** in the hearts of hundreds of millions of believers in the world. Who would think that the gods would lose to mortals?

There was a faint mobilization in the Allied Army Barracks in the Temple. I do n’t know how many people flowed out of the barracks to the front of the battlefield. Holding a spear and iron gun, he looked at the scene in the field with excitement.

Cheers and loud noises have ceased.

The world is quiet.

A knocking sound suddenly sounded.

That was the end of the spear, the sound of a collision with the field.

Holding a weapon. As the number of people striking the earth increases, the sound becomes louder.

I don't know if thousands and tens of thousands of spears and iron guns collided with the ground, and the ground began to vibrate.

At the beginning, the sound of numerous weapons hitting the ground was dense and messy. Then it gradually became neat, the rhythm became faster and faster, and finally became the heaviest sound.

boom!

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The sound of percussion like a drum of war finally condensed a thunder.

At the moment when thunder sounded.

Ye Hongyu makes a sword.

In the face of Jun Mo's terrible opponent, she must be the strongest sword.

At the same time as the sword, her black hair bound by the golden **** crown danced back with the wind.

Her eyes were suddenly bright, and the two deepest stars in the deepest part of her eyes began to burn violently, and the purest soul could be seen dancing in the golden flame.

However, the sword is clearly out, but Dao Jian is still in her hands.

The thin sword of Dao did not turn into a Changhong to fly to the Qingxia, nor did it hide in the wind, but was held in her hand and pointed at the man at the Qingxia.

Dao Jian did not come out.

But the sword is out.

It was gloomy.

The field in front of the green mountain is very dull.

Tens of thousands of white turbulences suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, puncturing the Qingxia.

A white turbulent flow is a sword mark.

She used the star starlight to see through the world's breath, and used the sword marks from Haotian Divine Art.

Hundreds of sword marks were attached to the ground of the wilderness, traversing the corpses and blood, pointing directly at the Qingxia.

More of the sword marks went straight up to the sky dome, and they were about to enter the dark clouds, and then fell like a feather arrow, following a perfect arc, still pointing to the Qingxia.

These sword marks are closer to the sky, absorbing the sky light emitted from the clouds, and then refracting those sky lights into colorful light, it looks like a real lightsaber,

Beautiful like a dream.

Countless ways with holy and solemn sword marks are sent out from the tip of Dao sword in Ye Hongyu's hands, and then quietly or easily, or go straight to the blue sky or quietly according to the earth, and pierce Junmo!

Seeing this incredible picture, the Xiling Temple Joint Military Camp burst into cheering again.

Liu Bai's brow furrowed slightly, somewhat puzzled.

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Junmo's armor is the best armor in the world.

Even if the previous moment was still stained with blood and dust, it only needs to be blown by the wind for a while, and it will become clean and new again.

The bright armor, like a mirror, reflects the picture between heaven and earth.

The gloomy sky before the green mountain.

A field soaked with blood.

There are also hundreds of holy and solemn sword marks.

With the dark sky as the curtain, those bright sword rainbows look very beautiful.

It seems like a grand firework.

The fireworks on the armor are getting brighter and more blazing, which means that the sword marks are getting closer.

Brother II looked up at the sky and did nothing.

In the eyes of many people, this is only a moment, but in fact he has been waiting for a long time.

He has been waiting, waiting for the tens of thousands of sword marks, and finally turned into a sword.

However, he never waited until that moment.

When he confirmed that these tens of thousands of sword marks would not be reunited into a sword, his brows were slightly raised.

Since the battle, there has been no change in his face. This is the first time.

Because he didn't want to understand why Ye Hongyu had so many swords.

In the realm of him and Ye Hongyu, they knew what was truly powerful.

Beauty is not powerful, such as fireworks on armor.

Holiness is not powerful, such as the radiance in her eyes.

Spectacular is not powerful, such as hundreds of sword marks that wander the world and marvel at millions of people.

Focus is powerful.

The fireworks formed by countless swords are based on the wonderful Xiling Divine Art of Ye Hongyu Realm, which looks grand and spectacular. Because of this. So there is no absolute focus.

Although the torrential rain in Changan in summer was so palpable, it came and went in a hurry. After the rain disappeared, it was difficult to leave any traces on the ancient city walls.

The dripping in front of the eaves of the academy, though it was quiet and silent, but persevered. Thousands of years later, I do not know how many hard bluestone aisle bricks have dripped through.

Brother No. 2 has never played with Ye Hongyu.

But he passed Ning Que and saw the sword that Liu Bai painted for Ye Hongyu, also through Ning Que. He knew who Ye Hongyu was.

In his view, this little girl who had just realized Liu Bai's sword intentions and dared to go straight to the ruling temple. There is no doubt that it is the strongest in the new generation.

She is stronger than Pippi.

Bening lacks strength.

Then she couldn't understand what was truly powerful.

Her most powerful sword must be just a sword.

There can be so many swords.

Brother Two has been waiting for Ye Hongyu and Wan Jian to be one.

Because he decided to beat her when she used the strongest sword.

Only in this way can it be called happy.

However, Ye Hongyu did not do so.

He didn't understand why she didn't do it.

Even if she used the strongest sword. Brother 2 is also confident that she can defeat her, but at this time she is a sword, which is equivalent to proclaiming failure in advance, because she simply cannot find a chance to win.

The second brother suddenly wanted to understand.

Ye Hongyu played today without even thinking of winning.

"For the ultimate victory, how can I so calmly give up my pride, is this also a pride?"

Brother II thought, then looked at the Wandao Jianhen who came to the Qingxia and said, "This is Fan Cage?"

He raised the iron sword in his hand, and cut it into the fan cage array formed by tens of thousands of sword marks, with a dignified expression.

Not because of Fan Cang.

It's because of Ye Hongyu's mind behind Fan Cang formation.

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Fan cage is one of the most profound and powerful formations in the Xiling Temple.

Ke Haoran drafted a Fan Cage Array with Haoran Sword, which trapped Master Liansheng for decades. The previous generation ruled that the Great Priest also used a Fan Cage Array to trap Wei Guangming in Taoshan for more than ten years.

Ye Hongyu's fan cage formed with tens of thousands of sword marks at this time, the roots are the vast sword marks she once saw in the gate of Mozong Mountain, but although she has now reached the pinnacle of the destiny, she is the same as Mr. Ke It's far worse than that, and it's not even as good as the predecessor ruling the great priest.

One of the most important reasons why she was able to kill the previous generation of the throne and become a new generation of arbiter priests is that after Wei Guangming broke the fan cage, the previous generation of the throne has been seriously injured.

In her current state, this fan cage formed by Dao Jian can trap countless strong men, but not enough to trap the second brother of the Academy, which means that she has lost the battle.

But she is not afraid of losing.

As Brother II finally wanted to understand, she did n’t even think about winning today ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ A great priest of Xiling, who lost to her opponent in front of hundreds of thousands of believers, had very little dignity.

But she doesn't care.

Although her fan cage array could not trap Brother II, I could trap him at least for a while.

All she wanted was that moment.

In an instant, the Xiling Temple Allied Forces did a lot of things.

For example, Qianqi Charge.

And when the sound of piano flute sounded in the Qingxia ...

In the shrine, the oracle priest held out his finger and turned the Xiling Canon in front of him to a certain page.

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(The number of chapters on Friday is wrong ... These two days are the birthday of the father-in-law and mother-in-law. This year is the sixtieth birthday of the mother-in-law. Some hard work. While writing, I am sleepy. ...)