The magic bowl in the sky faded, and the color of the sky like the eyes also dissipated, and the color of the sky was dimmed, and gradually returned to the normal color of the sky.

All the cultivators raised their eyes almost at the same time, their pupils dilated, and they all suffocated.

The purple-black color and colored light brought by the Empty Magic Bowl have not completely dissipated, and the background of the entire sky is light purple, and the colored light is flowing, which is quite breathtaking.

And this light purple sky was sprinkled with glass-like body fragments, large or small, these mages' Dharma bodies were already huge, as if countless statues had been knocked down, and there were fragments everywhere.

Everyone's eyes followed these corpses upward, until they fell on the mountain of golden corpses piled up with the Dharma body, and the white-armored man sat quietly cross-legged, with the white bow standing aside.

"He's killed them all..."

A scene only lasted for a moment, losing the suppression of the Empty Soul Descending Demon Bowl, these Dharma Body fragments instantly evaporated into a sky full of brilliant colored light, and the Flower Rain Waterfall in the sky was even larger, mixed with large and small glasses, and smashed down with a clang.

Everyone still stretched out their heads to watch, although the scene was short, but it was extremely terrifying imprinted in the pupils of the monks all over the ground, they didn't even take the glass for the first time, most of them were still stunned.

"Boom!"

The sound of thunder sounded, and losing the suppressive power of this [Empty Secret Demon Bowl], Li Qinghong was the first to rise, turning into a purple thunder light, passing through the nectar and pink flowers falling like rain in the sky, and found Li Xuanfeng, who was dressed in white armor.

He had already stepped into the wind, the shocking wounds on the man's body and the empty interior behind the wounds had all been covered, and the domineering golden armor of Sen Bai had shrouded him again, and the white bow in his hand was lightly lifted.

Li Xuanfeng's eyes turned a little pale gray in the ups and downs of gold, and he waved his hand to stop Li Qinghong's words, she immediately pressed back her anxiety, and stood behind the man with a silver gun, and the two uncles and nephews fell to the south bank in the vision.

The people below were staring blankly at the vision in the sky, letting the pink petals go over their knees, and when Li Xuanfeng stepped on the Ming Pass summoned by the Huaijiang diagram, the noble Si Yuanli trembled and didn't dare to look at him.

From the west to the east, a figure fell, the fierce and majestic man Baijia Guanghua, the left and right families bowed their heads, the immortals lowered their eyebrows, the scattered cultivators fell to the ground like grass, the nectar and petals fell like rain, and the south bank shook in unison:

"Meet your lord!"

Li Xuanfeng nodded slightly, his left hand was gently raised, and a scroll of paintings slowly emerged, which floated in the air for a long time, and the man in white armor shook his hand slightly.

"Whoa!"

The long Ming Pass under his feet suddenly dissipated, turned into a golden streamer and returned to the painting, Li Xuanfeng didn't say anything, the painting spun in the air and landed in front of Si Yuanli.

"Whoa..."

Si Yuanli stared blankly at the sky, the pink flowers fell on his face, and were blown aside by the magic light of his body.

His pupil technique is the most skillful, the moment the empty magic bowl in the sky disappears, the glass magic body in the sky is clearly seen by him, combined with the terrifying vision, Si Yuanli has only one thought in his heart:

"Eighteen mages, all of them are punished."

The soft petals had already covered his knees, Si Yuanli looked to the north, his eyes were endless pink gold, nectar, petals, and glass, covering the past like an ocean, stabbing him so that he couldn't open his eyes.

"Such divine might, in the past five hundred years, who can compare."

What appeared in Si Yuanli's heart was such a figure as Duanmu Kui and Shangyuan, I am afraid that only nearly seventy years ago, Shangyuan was alone in the group release here, killed the two releases and three demons and left, and pacified the Xu Kingdom can be compared...

Little by little, his gaze moved back from the vision of the sky, and cast it on the monks on the shore, and the gaze was either fear, or joy, or surprise, and the most in the eyes of the clan cultivators was only one color:

"Awe."

Si Yuanli lowered his eyebrows and was stunned, his mind was chaotic, Li Xuanfeng tilted his head slightly, and turned his gaze to him, Si Yuanli immediately panicked and listened.

Li Xuanfeng's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the air, his voice was not loud, but he asked all the cultivators to listen quietly:

"The Northern Liberation has been exhausted, the duty of the garrison has been exhausted, and the Shouyuan Xianji has been exhausted, and I only hope that Rong Xuanfeng will return to the lake."

His words made all the cultivators raise their heads, and their expressions were shaken, even the Yuan family, who had made a lot of unpleasant noise, looked at Li Xuanfeng with respect, and the group of cultivators were silent.

Although the cultivators came to guard as a last resort, the cultivators did not say that they did their best, at least they did their best, after all, behind the riverbank are the clansmen and caves of the cultivators, which one is not dragging the family with the mouth?

Now almost everyone can see that the riverbank is guarded by Li Xuanfeng alone, this murderer is about to sit down, and the jealousy and fear of the families have turned into happiness, and even with awe and gratitude.

'It's okay... It's okay...'

On the contrary, some scattered cultivators and clan cultivators looked at each other, showing regret and gratitude, and looked up at him, not knowing what to say.

Si Yuanli was shocked in his mind, and the ominous premonition in his heart finally came true, and he said secretly:

'He...! He's going to sit down! ’

Li Xuanfeng's death and serious injury for defending the shore were almost completely different situations for Si Yuanli! He saw Li Xuanfeng's majestic style, and he was a little lucky, but now his heart was cold:

"It's a different story! It's a different story! Li Yuanqin is a confidant of the Chi family, once he falls for the sake of garrison, the Chi family can make a big fuss! ”

"When the time comes, I won't say if the Li family can support me and wait... I'm afraid that if I can't get it, the taste of the whole war will change! ”

No matter how cold his heart was, when the words came to his mouth, he could only respond bitterly:

"Why... Good... Xuan Feng..."

Li Xuanfeng nodded slowly at him, and his voice was slightly lower:

"[Please hold the gold] It is difficult to take it out at this time, and when I sit down, it will definitely be sent at home."

His gaze fell on Si Yuanli and softened slightly, although this person was born in Qingchi and had done many unspeakable things, but now that the tens of millions of people in Jianghou can be saved, he is also indispensable to his strength, after all, he is a sword cultivator, and there is still a little bottom line in his heart.

Si Yuanli met his gaze, and even felt a little ashamed in his heart, Li Xuanfeng was about to die now, in order to obey his orders, this man had not yet realized that he secretly admired Li Xuanfeng, and only felt heartache:

"It's a pity ......"

Li Xuanfeng chuckled, turned into a gust of white wind and left, the Li family naturally did not have to accompany here, they all rode the wind, everyone stood sideways together, and said respectfully:

"Greetings, sir!"

The voice spread from east to west, gradually converging, and even Lingu Lanying's eyes showed some reverence, turned slightly sideways, and saluted in the direction he left.

"Congratulations to seniors..."

Si Yuanli's heart was as cold as a stuffed mouth full of cold snow, but he found that more and more eyes were cast on him, and a woman in blue clothes walked out from the side, dressed gorgeously and beautifully, with a sword pinned to her waist, and saluted him first.

"Not good!"

Si Yuanli only felt that his scalp was numb, but the voice of Lingu Lanying rang in his mind like a big bell, which shocked him:

"Yuanli senior! Beixiu has retreated, but he wants to go to rescue Bian Yan? ”

Si Yuanli turned his head sideways, and found that the entire south bank was cold-eyed, so silent that a needle could be heard, and everyone's eyes pierced like a sword, as if the sky was full of arrows, piercing him all over his body cold, these eyes were mixed with the color of exploration, and they were against his chest little by little.