The sword has been pulled out of the snow.

Lin Ji raised his sword, and the snow powder suddenly dispersed.

The dark sword body suddenly brightened.

The route connecting the Demon Array lit up the entire Canghai City. It's like a giant spider's web.

A bright white light erupted from the blade of the sword, piercing the sky.

At this time, the wind and snow disappeared early, and the blue sky was revealed in front of countless pairs of eyes in the world.

The bright light that erupted from the long sword was more than ten miles long, and with the action of Lin Ji raising the sword, it was dragged from northeast to southwest in the blue sky as blue as porcelain.

The light dragged away, and a trace was dragged out of the blue sky, as if someone had taken a huge pen like a mountain peak and wrote a stroke on the sky.

This one spanned half the sky. I don't know how many tens of thousands of miles.

Lin Ji dropped the sword, and the light from the sword blade moved downward, and then Lin Ji began to drop the second stroke.

In the corner tower.

Gu Yu quietly looked at the sky, looking at the light that moved between heaven and earth.

Then he glanced at the knife in his hand.

"Is this the real Demon Formation? ”

Everyone on the snow street is looking at the sky.

Everyone in Canghai City is watching the sky.

The elder brother is also watching the sky.

No snow fell. His eyes were slightly wet.

He looked at the sky and said silently, "It's finally done." ”

Then he took a deep breath.

Nothing has changed on Snow Street.

Between breaths, not even the dead leaves that fell on the snow did not tremble.

His eyes grew brighter.

His robes continued to bleed.

Lin Ji watched the sky fall with his sword.

Because the sword in his hand will inevitably fall on the old monk's body.

So he's going to cut it accurately.

His eyes met the eyes of the old monk in the street.

He didn't see any other emotions in the old monk's eyes. Only the calm was seen.

The snow chips floating in the air also became calm.

The tiny sound of the snowdrift squeezing began to muffle.

The speed at which time passes, begins to slow down.

"A strong big array. ”

The old monk's voice sounded again.

His voice was emotional, and his emotions were mixed.

"I never understood why the old gentleman would accept you as a closed disciple. Although you have had adventures and entered the Zhiwei Realm very early, for ordinary cultivators in the world, it is indeed extraordinary, but your temperament with Nangong Han and Gu Yu is too different, and there are too many implications in the world. ”

At this time, the snow chips on the street were like lead balls, fluttering slowly, and time was still walking very slowly, Lin Ji listened to the voice of the old monk, and naturally remembered the master.

"Then you may have to ask the master in person. ”

The old monk looked at Lin Ji, at the beginning he was ready to kill him, when he found that Lin Ji pulled out the sword, he decided that he must kill him, at least not let him draw the sword, when the sword was drawn, he had a retreat, but was trapped by the countless swords in Canghai City.

However, the gap between his and Lin Ji's realm was too big, even if Lin Ji could activate the real Demon Suppression Array, he would not necessarily be his opponent, but he still felt that he should not take this risk.

"When I wanted to leave, no one could leave me. ”

The old monk said, and then opened his arms with a solemn expression, as if to greet something.

With his movements, the speed at which time passed on Snow Street returned to normal.

The old monk's fingers trembled slightly in the cold wind, and his left hand was cut off by Gu Yu with a painting knife.

The majestic power and serene golden light fell on the snow street, on the old monk's body, or more precisely on his fingers. Seven clear rays of light.

The golden light fell on his fingers, and suddenly changed, and the golden light that fell on the old monk's fingers turned red, a deep blood red.

The light was so powerful that the streets shook and the bluestone slabs shattered, the people standing fell to the ground, and the snow and sewage were shaken to powder.

The figure of the old monk disappeared from the snow street, flew against the wind, and followed the blood into the sky.

His sword had not yet fallen.

His sword carries the longing of thousands, and this longing is extremely heavy.

Perhaps it is because of this heaviness that it is a little slow.

And the old monk will go into seclusion, thousands of miles away.

The sky is big, really big. No matter how great a bird is, it is impossible to fly across the entire sky, no matter how far away. It is also impossible to see the end of the sky.

There are countless sword marks in the city, there are countless formations, and the essence of heaven and earth is already disordered, and it is difficult for the old monk to leave. So he came to the sky, and no one could stop him.

But the sky is also very small, really small, so small that birds sometimes collide with each other. People who live under the sky sometimes find it difficult to breathe.

A hand appeared in the sky and held the old monk's foot.

The hand was clean, the nails were clean, and there was no blood. No mud. The hand was steady, firm, as it was when playing the piano, without the slightest trembling.

Big brother's hand.

The senior brother didn't want the old monk to leave.

There are fairy mountains. Even the battle in Canghai City is about to come to the last moment, how can I let you leave?

He is the elder brother of Youxian Mountain, who seems to be honest and straightforward, but he has true wisdom.

He knew the true realm of the old monk better than Lin Ji. I understand the old monk's heart better, and I know that after Lin Ji opens the big array, the other party will definitely leave at all costs.

So he prepared well in advance and took a breath.

At that time, the dead leaves do not tremble. Only the belt around the waist whisked out the afterimage.

When the old monk flew into the sky along the blood-colored traces, he chased after him.

He had never been so close to the sky, never so far from the earth.

Of course, the senior brother is not the only one who prepares in advance. There is also Gu Yu.

He stood in the corner tower of the Hou Mansion, looked at the sword light in the blue sky, and took a deep breath.

Between breaths, the snow drifted and the ice cracked. Countless cold air poured into his body.

Then all the air spewed out from between his lips.

The high-speed grinding air emitted a very palpitating scream.

He bent his knees slightly, sending all the strength in his body to his feet.

With a roar, the sturdy corner tower collapsed, and smoke and dust filled the air.

A figure was thrown by a trebuchet like a stone, breaking through the smoke and dust. Straight up to the sky.

He came to the blue sky.

Against the backdrop of the vast sky, his body appeared extraordinarily small.

But the plan he held in his hand was so exaggerated and huge.

The knife slashed down at the blood-colored light.

The blade collided with the blood-colored light, slicing out golden crumbs.

The blood-colored light that pierced the sky. Break in it, and then begin to collapse.

The old monk fell from the sky.

The elder brother was still holding the old monk's feet.

Gu Yu also began to fall.

Like three meteorites.

……

……

There was a loud bang.

The three of them landed on the snow street.

The remnants of the snow suddenly dispersed, and the smoke and dust were abundant.

It can be vaguely seen that Gu Yu is holding the senior brother in his arms. If this is not the case, no matter how high the realm of the senior brother is, if he falls from such a high sky, he is afraid that he will be shocked to death.

Gu Yu's injuries were naturally better than Nangong Han's. But such a terrifying impact, coupled with the need to protect the senior brother, he was still extremely seriously injured.

Blood was pouring out of his ankle, and he was afraid it was broken.

Zhijing was worthy of silence, falling from the blue sky, as if nothing had happened, he stretched out his hand, and a majestic force fell from the sky.

Gu Yu's painting knife flipped and drew a shield in the air, appearing on the snow street.

The old monk wisely purified his strength and bombarded the shield.

There was a crisp click, and Gu Yu's wrist shattered.

It's a terrible pain. But he was still expressionless, and continued to maintain the posture of holding the sky with one palm.

Because the senior brother is no longer good.

He had to hold the sky.

Killing the old monk in Canghai City is something that Xianshan wants to do and must do, and this task is impossible to complete. But fortunately, Lin Ji can now manipulate the big array. Then what Senior Brother and Gu Yu have to do is to trap the old monk, and then leave the opportunity to kill Lin Ji.

A streak of blood fell.

The old monk went straight to the sky.

Then fall into the dust.

Lin Ji's sword has finally arrived.

This sword is very ordinary, but it carries the power of the entire Canghai City.

At this time, countless heaven and earth essences in Canghai City entered Lin Ji's body through the array eye, and then transported to the Feng Xiao Sword, the power of this sword may have already crossed the Five Realms!

A hurricane erupted on Snow Street.