At this time, the huge idol phantom was covered with thick frost, and Zhong Yan, who was covered in black flames all over his body, also lost his indomitable momentum and slowed down under the wind and snow.

Qingya turned around, Hua Qing'er had already come to her, the twenty-eight star imprints were constantly changing at her fingertips, and the twin lotus condensed into three layers of nine-petal and twenty-seven-horned ice lotus in her palm, and finally, Hua Qing'er stopped her handprint on the momentum, and the ice lotus in the night sky also seemed to be broken.

Sword Point Stars,

A layer of dazzling golden light appeared above the green underworld, and layers of phantom swords came out with the continuous swing of the sword body, all of which were injected into the swirling and growing ice lotus in the night sky like a carp crossing the river.

"Heh-heh-"

Even if he was suppressed by the ice and snow, Zhong Yan, who was surrounded by ghost fire, was still not defeated, and even the ice and snow covering him were annihilated by the black flame, and the brutal aura filled the night again.

"Is this the end of your strength?"

At this time, Zhong Yan's voice was terrible and piercing, like the angry roar of an evil spirit under the Nine Shadows.

"It's not enough, it must be thwarted by this blow."

Qingya clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and thunder flashed in his palm.

"Between heaven and earth, the wind and clouds are swallowed by themselves, the sun covers the bright moon, and the thunder and lightning attract the might."

The wind and snow never stopped, the thunder resounded through the mountains, the dark clouds hung low, and the thunder flashed between the interweaving and swirling, and the thunderclouds gradually formed a whirlpool, and the wrath between heaven and earth was hidden in the center of the storm.

In the Taoist method taught by the master, in addition to the thirty-six swords, Qingya's favorite is the thunder method, like the mythical immortals, driving thunder and lightning, eliminating evil and supplementing righteousness, which is the scene that Qingya has always fantasized. However, because thunder and lightning are borrowed from the power of heaven and earth, which cannot be easily mastered by human beings, Liu Bailu only taught himself the most basic palm thunder.

But he couldn't bear Qingya's begging, and this style of sword led to thunder, and he was ready to move in Qingya's heart early.

"Click."

Finally, the thunderclouds dispersed, and a lightning bolt that ran through the sky and earth illuminated the night sky, as if a crack had opened a crack in the night sky, and under the dazzling electric light, Qingya saw the world on the other side, and the strange beast composed of thunder and lightning was roaring towards him.

Raising the Qing Ming, the divine thunder that descended seemed to be attracted by the long sword in his hand, and hit the tip of the Qing Ming sword impartially.

Then, Qing Ming slashed downwards with his hand, and the thunder light seemed to be refracted as if it had been refracted, carrying two sword lights, one gold and one silver, and rushed into the ice lotus again.

"Drift away, Ice Lotus Pure World"

Hua Qing'er stretched out her arms, and the ice lotus that contained the extreme power also shattered, and the temperature around her dropped a few points again, and the phantom of the god idol that had already been shattered had already turned into pieces of ice crystals and dispersed with the wind at this time.

The shattered ice crystals reflected the golden sword light under the moonlight, which was the phantom sword that had just been injected into the ice lotus, and it had already merged with the ice crystals at this time.

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Hua Qing'er's sword pointed forward, and the ice crystal sword rain flew towards the enemy, and the dense sword rain converged into a river, like a waterfall hanging upside down, all washed on Zhong Yan's demon body.

The piercing ice crystals solidified the dancing ghost fire, and the roaring low groan seemed to freeze with it, and the cold sword qi pressed down the burning flames around him inch by inch, and in a few breaths, the original Dasheng flames had been extinguished, leaving only bursts of green smoke to rise.

"You ......"

Before he could speak, a flash of lightning that illuminated the night as bright as day was followed by an electric light that instantly penetrated his body.

Under the strong heavenly power, Zhong Yan, who was already at the end of the strong crossbow, had no choice but to ignite his own origin fire to resist the thunder light, but despite this, the thunder light carrying the momentum of ten thousand jun still stirred up black smoke in his body, and the origin fire he ignited from the dantian gradually decreased.

In the end, the thunder was gone, and the sword light attached to the tail seemed to ignite a dry haystack, instantly triggering bursts, and the air flow brought up swept Zhong Yan a few feet away.

Qingya and the others immediately chased away, never thinking that there was only a magic robe left in the place where Zhong Yan fell that had not yet burned out, thinking that this thing must have blocked most of the power of the thunder light for him.

Looking up, only a shallow blood trail was left in the air that stretched eastward, and it seemed that he had increased his speed to the limit at the cost of burning his own essence and blood, and fled in a hurry.

Qingya couldn't help but sigh: "This has not been able to keep him, the cultivation of the peak of the foundation really has its own uniqueness." ”

"Qingya, he escaped, are we going to catch up?" Hua Qing'er looked at the night sky in the east and turned back to ask Qingya.

"No, let's go back to the City Lord's Mansion, since it has been confirmed that the City Lord is a member of the Wildfire Holy Sect, then we will be able to find out where the stereotype is hidden by staring at him."

With that, the two of them returned to the City Lord's Mansion again.

When the two of them returned to the city lord's study, they saw that the lamp was already as weak as soybeans, and the ink on the paper had already dried.

"Not good, Miss Xia Ci."

The two hurried to Xia Ci's boudoir, and saw that the door was open, and the maid was lying on the ground outside the house.

And the eldest lady who was supposed to be sulking in the boudoir has disappeared.

Thinking that Fang Cai's battle made too much noise, the city lord took Xia Ci hostage and left in a hurry after realizing that his identity had been exposed, so it seems that the silver ticket stereotype must have been taken away by him with him.

Fang Cai only cared about fighting, and never thought about it, but inadvertently affected Miss Xia Ci.

"Qingya, don't worry, that person just knocked these people out and took Xia Ci away, it will definitely not hurt his life, it is imperative that we find them quickly." Seeing Qingya fall into self-blame, Hua Qing'er hurriedly said something to wake up.

"Yingyue Tower, they must have gone to Yingyue Tower, Sister Qing'er, let's catch up," After a moment of calm, Qingya concluded that they must have gone to another hiding place.

"Okay, let's go at once."

On the shore of West Lake, it is still soft as the wind, drunk like fine wine, pavilions and pavilions, decorated with luxury to the extreme.

However, the largest painting boat in the past, Yingyue Tower, has disappeared at this moment.

"It seems that we are still a step late, but this also happens to confirm that they must be in the Yingyue Tower, such a huge painting boat, it is absolutely impossible to fly away, Sister Qing'er, we are looking for it all the way along the exit of the West Lake water system."

Qingya and the others came to the West Lake, but there was no trace of Yingyue Tower, and after a slight pause, Qingya immediately determined the direction of pursuit.