"Qing'er, borrow a sword."

Qingya took the two lotus flowers from Hua Qing'er's hands, and above the stamens, the core of the ice crystals and flames was dazzling, but Qingya turned a blind eye, and in his eyes, there was only a striking scar on Hua Qing'er's right arm.

The red blood soaked her clothes, but she didn't snort as if she felt no pain, this sword could even cut through Qiu Chiyu's defenses, and on her arm, the damage could be imagined.

In a hurry, Qingya poured the entire bottle of muscle-building water on her arm, and the splash startled her, and similarly, Qingya poured a whole bottle into Qiuchiyu's palm, anyway, after this matter was over, she went back to the sky, and there was no need to save this muscle-building water.

Qingya took a deep breath again, and the recovered spiritual power was in the best state, at this moment, the two stars of the sun and yin in the sky projected two pillars of red and blue, fixed on the ring of the fire god dragon armor and the core of the dark incense tree at the eye of the array, under the illumination of the power of the double star, the two divine objects were quickly melted and absorbed, as if fine dust was permeating the light, and the originally illusory starlight became solid.

The remaining fifteen thousand one hundred and sixty-five light blue starlight were like threads pulling the puppets, connected to the phantom sword in the large array, and all the light formed a huge funnel-shaped light prison that spread from the sky to the ground, imprisoning all the parts of the giant beast.

The Ice and Fire Twin Lotus pulled the power of the Sun Taiyin Twin Stars to themselves, and the two lotus flowers slowly floated to the center of the large array, and Qing Ming threw it out from his hand, drawing a beautiful arc and then floating between the Twin Lotuses, and was pulled by the power of the Twin Stars, one long and two short, and the three swords were intertwined with each other, gradually closing all the light like threads.

Drunk, the black beard and the three islands are dark, and the frost sword is cold in ten continents; There are 100,000 sword qi galaxies, and the vast universe is in a state of shock.

The three swords spun and twisted rapidly in the large array, mixing all the starlight together, and the bodies of the giant beasts imprisoned by the starlight were also gathered together, and it was impossible to tell whose head and whose claws were entangled.

Qingya followed the example of Liu Bailu and pointed at the heavenly river, cutting off all the power of the stars projected down, and after losing contact with the star, the starlight scattered in the world rioted uncontrollably.

But Zhou Tian's Star Dou Great Array framed all the power of the stars in the Great Array, and the gradually violent starlight had nowhere to vent, so it could only gather together and accumulate unbelievable power.

The human body could not carry the power of the heavens and stars, even if it was only a faint beam of starlight, after accumulating to more than 10,000 beams, it still pressed on Qingya's shoulders as if the sky had collapsed.

As the saying goes, when the sky falls, there is still a tall one, and Qingya can finally appreciate the true meaning of this sentence now, but the taste of the sky is really uncomfortable.

All the spiritual energy in the body was mobilized, Tianxing was running wildly, and the sea of qi in Qingya was also like a sea of clouds churning, and all the spiritual power was like being sucked away by a waterspout, and the sea of qi was gradually drying up.

But Qingya can't let go now, the power of the stars in the big array has not yet been compressed to the extreme, and only the moment when they are squeezed into the densest can the maximum power of the big array and the sword of the stars be brought into play.

You will never be able to use a second sword again, so you must be able to defeat the enemy with one blow.

The starlight he carried pressed down on his shoulders a few more points, and on the ground where Qingya was standing, the hard green bricks had already been trampled on, and Qingya's feet had been deeply sunken into the ground.

His back was also bent a little, and his whole body was soaked with sweat as if he had been fished out of a lake, and at this moment he was like wolf smoke on the beacon that was about to burn out.

No one can help him, and if he wants to borrow the power of the stars, he must first withstand the pressure of the stars, which is the law of equality of all things under the Heavenly Dao, and it is also the truth of continuous progress on the path of cultivation.

Only when he completely resists the power of this sword, his traces will be engraved in those billions of years of starlight, and only those who are recognized by the stars can borrow the power of the stars again.

Qiu Chiyu and Hua Qing'er stood aside and clenched their hands, praying that the pole of compressing starlight would come soon, and the emperor was also pinching a handful of sweat, hoping that Qingya would be crushed by this powerful force before he could hold out his sword.

Distant East China Sea, the top of the skyfall, above the shaking light, Liu Bailu stood on the sea of clouds swept by the waves, she raised her eyes to the west, under the western sky, the power of the stars was pulled down, and the direction of the starlight fell was Chang'an City.

"Liu Bailu, Liu Bailu, you are a protector, what a failure."

When she first taught the Sword of the Stars to Qingya, she still thought in her heart that even if he learned the sword moves, without the assistance of the gods, he would not be able to use it, and the pressure required to cast the Star Sword was too great, and it was definitely not something he could resist now.

But the more worried things are, the easier it is to happen, and today, there is finally a second person in the world who has cast the sword of the stars.

This kid is becoming less and less reassuring, if he doesn't look at him for a while, he can make a big move, it seems that in the future, he can't be let run around.

At this time, Qingya, who was far away in Chang'an, did not know that his freedom had been "deprived" by his master, and his body washed by the water of the Styx River finally carried all the starlight, and he could feel that the power of the stars in the great array had been compressed to the extreme.

Just like the fireworks that exploded in the universe, the surroundings were so silent that no sound could be heard, and I saw a tide of white particles gushing out from the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array as if it was all around, like a flood that had burst the embankment, flooding the riverbank, but instead of water, it was light that flowed out.

When all the colors merged together, all that appeared in front of Qingya's eyes was a dazzling white light, and even if his eyes were closed, Qingya was still temporarily deprived of his vision.

When he opened his eyes again, there was only a black vertigo scene under his eyes, and with the neon color constantly blurring, the world in front of him appeared in front of him bit by bit.

When his eyesight gradually recovered, Qingya saw that Zhou Tian's Star Dou Great Array had disappeared, and all that was left on the ground was the more than 10,000 dense sword holes, and the six giant beasts that the emperor was proud of were all gone.

Finally, all the dust has landed.

And Qingya was finally able to unload the tense nerves in his body, and he couldn't hold on any longer, so he fell on his stomach and fell on the spot.

Qiu Chiyu put his arm around Qingya's shoulders and let him lean into his arms, Hua Qing'er excitedly took Qingya's hand and cheered to tell him the news of the victory.

Did we win? I should have won, I've done my best, so I should have won.

Qingya's thoughts, which were a little dizzy, also became much more naïve, but it seemed that something was wrong.

Why is it still snowing, why is there still some worry in my heart, why have the other monks in Chang'an City not shown up until now?

Why, the failed emperor is laughing?

"Hehehe, if it is really a hero from ancient times, the realm of the foundation building period seems to be completely unable to limit your strength, and it can destroy the Nine Fierce Soul Devouring Array that I have spent fifty years of hard work to forge in one fell swoop, which is worthy of being the sword of calamity arranged by the heavens."

Speaking of this, the emperor suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and then roared angrily at the sky: "God, do you think that this will make my Fuxia Dynasty go into decline? Then you underestimate my consciousness of leading Fuxia to glory. ”

But Qingya scoffed at this: "Even now, are you still so obsessed? You are the cause of all this, and you blame me and God, don't you think it's your own problem? ”

"Until the final outcome comes, you better put it away."

The emperor looked at the weak green cliff and took off the crown above his head.

"Chang'an City, there hasn't been such a big snow in many years."

The emperor's fluttering words were like giving an order, and the snowflakes that were originally just flying were suddenly swept away by the wind, and in an instant, a blizzard fell on the sky of Chang'an.

Accompanied by the roar of the wind and snow, there were even more piercing wails and heavy snow, and although the doors and windows were closed, they could not stop these wails from penetrating in.

These voices were in the sky, these voices on the ground, and even in their own houses, and the people realized that they had long been hidden in these strange snowfalls.

These tiny creatures named Amber have been reduced to pieces, and under the guise of snowflakes, they form clumps of snowballs and scatter them, and they may seem cute now, but they are now the reapers of death.

Like maggots attached to the bones, Amber sticks to him when he sees a person, and once people are touched by it, they can never shake it off, and their roots pierce into the flesh and blood of people as if they were stuck in the earth, absorbing all the lives of people, but with a cup of tea, the man falls to the ground as if he is asleep, but he can never wake up again.

Looking at the gray light mist rising from all directions, a trace of determination appeared on the emperor's face, which quickly turned into a wild laugh.

"Even if it costs the entire Chang'an City, today, I will break your sword."

With that, he took out a broken dagger with a crystal green light from the crown and stabbed it towards his eyebrows.

"You are simply hopeless, Chang'an City has a population of more than 500,000 people, and their lives are really like mustard in your eyes?"

With that, Qingya struggled to get up, dragging his weak body and rushing towards the emperor, this sword, he was willing to pay any price, but also cut him down to prevent this from continuing.

At this moment, the four sides of Chang'an City sounded the wonderful sound of Buddhism like Huang Zhong Da Lu, and the Buddha's light rose from thousands of temples and pagodas in Chang'an City, dyeing the clouds that pressed over Chang'an into a piece of gold, and the clouds touched the golden light like a bubble encountering a fire, bursting one after another, and the clouds gradually thinned.

The gray light mist that had just risen also came to an abrupt end.