Zong Linyue didn't answer, only heard a bang, and the sea seal had already smashed to the ground.

The mountains shook, the earth cracked, and countless cracks began to spread in all directions like spider webs.

Thousands of flying dust rose into the sky, trying to dye the sky an earthy yellow.

"Yu Zhi!" Li Wantong shouted sharply.

Guo Shu'er clenched her fists, her heart full of remorse. If it weren't for the revenge for me, he wouldn't have died, he wouldn't have died!

So far, Wei Wuji has not made a move, and the black spear is on the ground, like his straight figure.

He looked up at Li Haomiao, who was motionless, and thought, "I don't believe it, you really will watch the young master die!" ”

Ye Qinghuan's expression was grim, and he rushed to the center of the battlefield desperately.

Everyone watched Yu Zhi, who was surrounded by green flames, being suppressed by the sea seal, and in such a situation, Yu Zhi would inevitably be dead and lifeless.

Cangjin stroked his beard, smiled with satisfaction, and said, "Those who offend my Cangshan will be killed!" ”

The majestic and indifferent voice was blessed by the True Qi, and spread throughout the surrounding mountains and forests, and even towards the depths of the 100,000 Great Mountains.

Today, Cangshan kills chickens and monkeys to revive the majesty of the top three sects in the north!

"Those who offend my Cangshan will be killed!"

Tens of thousands of Cangshan Gate people shouted in unison, like war drums, making the heavens and the earth tremble a little.

Ye Qinghuan's eyes were split, and he wanted to rush to the battlefield to avenge Yu Zhi!

On the other side, Li Wantong was heartbroken, and once again watched the people around her die in front of her eyes. The girl who was like a sister before, is now the beloved Yu Zhi.

The tears were not dry, and the body trembled.

"If I had promised Scarlet Sakura earlier, Yu Zhi would not have died. It's all my fault, it's all my fault! ”

She reached out to her, as if to grasp something. An imperceptible aura also wrapped around her body in an instant.

Yes.

Li Wantong intends to accept the power of the Scarlet Cherry Queen, even if it is at an unbearable price.

Take revenge, avenge Yu Zhi!

This is Li Wantong's only belief!

At this moment, Wuhua, who had been silent, looked at Li Wantong. After arriving in Cangshan, the little monk has no joy or sorrow, even if Yu Zhi is in a dead end, he does not see any nervous and anxious look without flowers.

Until just now, a strange aura attracted Wuhua's attention.

The Buddha seal in front of Wuhua's forehead flickered, and a strange feeling arose in Wuhua's heart, and the golden light of Buddhism couldn't be suppressed in his body, and he wanted to erupt out.

Strange, why did the golden light of Buddhism move like this?

It's the first time Muhua has encountered such a situation.

But the current situation didn't make Wuhua think too much, he spoke: "Amitabha." Don't worry, don't worry, Yu is not dead! ”

A Buddha's heart is as clear as a deep spring, and he has long seen everything.

Several people looked at Wuhua in unison, and the strange aura that Wuhua felt disappeared.

Wuhua subconsciously glanced at Li Wantong and continued to speak: "Master Yu, not under the seal of the sea. Please believe in the little monks, and the monks do not speak. ”

Ye Qinghuan said: "But we clearly saw that Yu Zhi was suppressed under the seal of the sea. ”

Wuhua clasped her hands together, her immature little face was extremely sincere, and said: "Hongchen has charming eyes, you always have a time to look away." ”

Wei Wuji didn't believe in Wuhua's words, he was a cultivator who opened the Eight Grades of the Monument, how could he look away?

He would rather believe that Li Haomiao left Yu Zhi behind!

If Yu Zhi hadn't been suppressed by the sea seal, where would he be?

.......

In mid-air, Li Haomiao and Cang's thoughts of parting were in another space, the galaxy was bright, the wind was flowing for thousands of miles, and two sword intents, one white and one gray, were entangled in it.

The sword intent is like the breeze and the moon, swimming in the world and overlooking the world.

Farewell to the sword intent, the sorrow is like a drizzle, and the water is more flowing when the knife is drawn.

"If you only have this strength, I won't play with you." Li Haomiao's voice came like a breeze, penetrating the heavens and the earth.

Cang Beili is still not shocked, wearing a gray robe, more idle than the world, and more idle and wild cranes.

"You're still as rampant as ever. There was no winner in the last battle, and today this seat will win you! ”

Although Cang Bieli is the master of Cangshan Mountain and the pinnacle of sword cultivation in the north, no one knows that he has never defeated one person when he was young, and that is Li Haomiao.

There is no old enmity between the two, but there is the helplessness of both Shengyu and He Shengliang.

Defeating Li Haomiao is Cang's obsession with leaving this life.

However, it is obviously more difficult to challenge the kendo grandmaster with the opening of the stele nine grades than to open the world.

Airplanes!

The parting sword flickered with sword light, and countless sword qi instantly arose around the two of them, blowing their robes.

Li Haomiao and Cang Bieli opened their eyes at the same time, sword light bloomed in their eyes, and two majestic but completely different sword intents collided between the two.

Earth-shattering fluctuations flattened the surrounding peaks, and all the clouds in the blue sky dissipated almost simultaneously.

Seeing this, Li Haomiao rarely showed a look of surprise and praised: "It's really good that you can cultivate your sword intent to such a point." ”

To be able to get the praise of the kendo master, it should be a pleasure to be someone else.

But this is Cang Farewell, a person of the same generation as Li Haomiao.

Such praise seems to him to be a kind of ridicule and a kind of shame.

The sword intent surged, and the two currents of white and gray were divided, not giving an inch.

Cang Bieli raised his hand and raised his sword, and the gray air current, that is, his parting sword intent, suddenly increased several times, wanting to devour Li Haomiao's sword intent.

Li Haomiao naturally won't sit still, he pointed into a sword, raised his hand and pointed at it, and the white air flow turned into the appearance of a free sword, which was unstoppable!

The sword intent is like the wind, and the momentum is like the mountains.

All the onlookers felt the strength of this sword.

Xiong Kui was far away, and there was shock in his eyes, more yearning. He knew that he would not be able to go to such a point in this life, the peak of the martial arts, the realm of the grandmaster, and the White Flame Valley had never had such a figure in the past dynasties.

But this is the scenery that many practitioners yearn for.

"Is this what the kendo grandmaster means?" Zong Linyue saw the grandmaster make a move for the first time, "Before the sword is released, the first sword cultivator in the north will be suppressed." ”

The ten-rank grandmaster must be more powerful than the nine-rank of the open stele. Can the cangfare, which is the pinnacle of the nine pinnacles, be waste materials?

Naturally not.

Among the countless sects in the north, the only one who can break his wrist with Cang is Nie Feng of the Broken Sword Gate.

In addition, Cang Beili is no longer invincible!

However, conjecture turned out that when Li Haomiao pointed into a sword, everyone was already sure of the fact that it was about to happen.

In just an instant, a strong shock wave was emitted in mid-air.

All sword intent was suppressed by Li Haomiao's finger and turned into nothingness.

Whether it is the parting sword intent of the head-to-head duel, or the flowing water sword intent of Cangshui.

At this moment, Li Haomiao's free sword intent is the king of this place.

One sword out, ten thousand swords surrender!

The sword intent of freedom is like a breeze blowing in the world, taking away all the dust.

In a few breaths, there was no cloud, and the two battlefields died down, both of which were suppressed by Li Haomiao's finger.

Looking up at the swordsman in the world, he bowed his head and whispered that this life is hopeless.

I'm afraid that's the only thought in everyone's minds!

"Cang Farewell, you are still so weak!" Li Haomiao didn't save face at all.

Everyone gritted their teeth and said in their hearts: What the hell is talking about?

Cang Bieli was not affected by Li Haomiao, but in fact, with the sword just now, Li Haomiao did not exert all his strength, and did not have the idea of beating the water dog.

For Li Haomiao, this battle is just a conversation with an old friend he hasn't seen for many years.

There is no difference from drinking, chatting.

Cang Beili savored the battle just now, and after a few breaths, there was a look of struggle in his eyes. He knew that he was never as good as Li Haomiao today.

But he didn't plan to throw in the towel!

Cang Beili sighed, rarely revealing his emotions.

"Before the Grandmaster, I can't defeat you after all."

Li Haomiao smiled and said, "It's good that you know." Since you admit defeat, go and practice well. I'll wait for you! ”

Unexpectedly, Cang Bieli waved the parting sword in his hand, reflecting a sad light and shadow.

"This battle is not over yet."

"Even if you have already stepped into the realm of the Grandmaster, today this seat must be on the next seat, don't break free!"

From the very beginning, everyone wondered why Cang Bieli dared to challenge Li Haomiao, who was the grandmaster, was this absolute confidence in his own strength, or did he think highly of himself?

The sword intent duel just now was pulled back to the real battlefield from between his minds, and Li Haomiao suppressed Cang Bie's sword intent strongly and cleanly.

The winner is clear.

Sword intent, the intertwined things of the avenue, the perception of the sword cultivation mind.

There are thousands of sword cultivators in the world, and there are thousands of sword intents.

The battle of sword intent is immediately opinionated.

Especially for a character like Cang Bieli, the competition of sword intent is far more proof of strength than sword moves.

So what is Cang Bieli insisting on?

Li Haomiao clasped his hands on his chest and looked at Cang Biling.

"You're not as crisp as you used to be. In the past, if you lose, you lose, and after a few years of retreat, there is no progress in martial arts, so why are you becoming more and more scoundrels? ”

Even Cangjin and the others didn't know what Cang Bie's intentions were.

......

Compared with Li Haomiao's strong crushing, Yu Zhi will die if he is not careful.

Wuhua's reminder made Ye Qinghuan temporarily suppress his impulse, and also made Li Wantong not make a deal with Scarlet Sakura.

Wei Wuji looked around for Yu Zhi's figure, he didn't understand why Yu Zhi didn't have a little breath if he was still alive.

"Master of Flowers, Yu Zhi..... Where the hell is it? Li Wantong couldn't help but ask.

The monks don't speak.

Several people's eyes focused on Wuhua, and although they felt unbelievable, they also chose to believe Wuhua.

Wuhua raised her head slightly, and the gold print of the word "swastika" between her eyebrows emitted a faint golden light, and her eyes were clear.

"Lord Yu, still in heaven?"

Several people looked at Wuhua in unison.

The clouds were swept away by Li Haomiao's sword intent, and the clear blue sky was extremely clear.

But there is no such thing as a knowing figure in the air.

"There is no one in the air." Ye Qinghuan said.

But as soon as the words fell, a faint blue flame in the extremely high and high sky was imperceptible, like a meteor falling from the universe into the world.

"I see it!" Wei Wuji said in a deep voice. "It's the young master!"

Wei Wuji's realm is higher, and following the guidance of Wuhua, it is easier to discover the strangeness of the sky.

From the ground, it's just dust.

But how did Yu know how to get there?

What kind of plan do you have?