At this time, Feng Linwan and Bai Xiaotian were watching the battle remotely through the light stealing instrument.

The principle of the stealer is similar to that of the telescope, except that the telescope is a straight line of peeping, which is easy to be obscured by obstacles, while the stealer is by analyzing the arrangement of photons in the distance, as well as the refraction of photons in the air touching dust, and gathering into an image in the distance, and grasping the movement in the distance very carefully.

In the picture, Cang Zhuzi condensed into a sword, and several immortal qi attacks were broken with one sword, and the swordsmanship was exquisite, so that Feng Lin Wan and Bai Xiaotian, who had also practiced the Floating Life Nine Style, were amazed.

But I saw a person flying out from the high sky, dressed in green clothes, holding a treasure flag, one hand and one finger, a blue lotus flower, and flew towards the ancestor of Fushan.

This lotus flower also looked simple and unpretentious at first, and gradually revealed that it was extraordinary, even from a long distance, Feng Lin Wan could feel its brilliance and dazzling, containing powerful and terrifying power.

"Flowers bloom and don't set in the sky? Forget it? This is what I left to you! Use it against me?" Or the Fushan Ancestor asked coldly.

Magical arcs of light flickered on the long sword condensed by immortal qi, and suddenly this arc light bloomed. With a strange force field, he greeted Lianhua.

With the outbreak of cyan light, the lotus blossom that was originally only half in full bloom began to bloom, and with the blooming of the green lotus, a trace of magical cyan light condensed out, and finally turned into a small Dao Mang, these small Dao Mangs gathered in one place, like a cyan sea of fine light, the whole space was congested and trembled.

With the sweep of these cyan light lines, the terrifying power was like an invisible grinding plate, wanting to crush everything in this space.

"The inheritance of Wanhua Peak, the flowers bloom and do not fall into the sky! People have a hundred phases, flowers have ten thousand postures, and people are metaphorical flowers, and by the flowers and trees fit nature, understand the natural way of heaven and earth. After cultivation, every move has the power of nature. I thought it was bragging, but now it seems... It's true. Feng Linwan sighed.

The Fushan Holy Land, which can sit in the Panwang Great World and sit in Middle-earth, and become one of the eight holy places, certainly has its heritage. I thought that the true skill of Zuiyang Peak was magical enough.

Now it seems that it can't surpass the other veins, ride the dust, and dominate the way.

In the contrast of the brilliant lotus blossom, the sword that the Fushan Ancestor met seemed too mediocre and monotonous.

But Bai Xiaotian looked very solemn, and even made a virtual gesture with her hands.

Unlike Feng Linwan, a half-hanger who can only use the first sword, Bai Xiaotian has a complete and complete inheritance.

Even if you can't fully understand the mystery of Fushan Ancestor's swordsmanship, you can still understand a lot.

"Floating life is like a dream, for example, the morning dew is bitter. This sword... It seems to be mediocre, but in fact it is sharp and introverted, just like the remnants of yesterday, the old friends of the past, farewell to the floating life, he is in the rivers and lakes... Goodbye is the deceased, friendship can only be nostalgic, quiet, only the aftermath of the heart... Bai Xiaotian is not white at all at this time, let alone sweet. When she is really serious, she has a kind of fragrance that is usually hidden by the surface, and secretly spits fragrance.

Bai Xiaotian's words, Feng Linwan understood the part on the surface. As for the part about the Nine Styles of Floating Life, it can only be said that it is not very clear in the clouds.

The sword of Fushan Ancestor is described as otherworldly in Bai Xiaotian.

But when it met the cyan lotus flower, it seemed to just make it tremble slightly, and then it bloomed more beautifully, with infinite cyan light, and rolled towards the Fushan Ancestor even more frantically.

At the same time, the others did not rest.

Some of them were resisting those prisoners who had escaped from prison, and the top masters were besieging Fushan Ancestor.

Now that they have become close to the Fushan Ancestor, they categorically cannot let the Fushan Ancestor leave the Fushan Holy Land.

Otherwise, the entire Holy Land would not only have to bear the notoriety of deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors, but also have such an opponent as the Fushan Ancestor who has an incomparable understanding of the cultivation foundation of the Fushan Holy Land, and all the monks in the entire Holy Land would not be at ease.

Despite so many years of development, the various methods of the Fushan Holy Land have been deduced and advanced from generation to generation, and they are no longer the original ones. But the roots are still there, the roots have not changed, and if they are targeted, it will still be very uncomfortable.

The woman in the fiery red robe shuttled out of the sky, the fire exploded all over her body, spread out her crystal palm, and the fire crows that flashed with golden light began to rush out of the palms of their hands.

As there were more and more fire crows, the entire sky was dyed red, and the sound of crows almost broke the sky.

The woman's hands were dancing rapidly, and the fiery red long sleeves were waving, like rolling red clouds.

Fire ravens merge in mid-air.

They haven't grown in size, but their solidity is constantly changing.

From the original fiery red, it turned orange-red, orange-red turned into blue-purple, and blue-purple finally turned into golden yellow. When all the fire crows were completely condensed into one, a vivid three-legged golden crow appeared in place, just like a real one.

This three-legged golden crow is not only real, but also aura. It flew around the pale-faced woman twice, cried proudly, and then opened its mouth.

The infinite blue light that originally surrounded the Fushan Ancestor suddenly seemed to fall into a bottomless abyss, and all of it was absorbed by the three-legged golden crow.

As cyan light is absorbed, more than half of the cyan light pattern is also lost. The originally brilliant green lotus also looked dimmed.

The man who originally released the cyan lotus blossom not only did not stop it, but instead urged his own strength even more, his hands danced wildly, the green lotus turned sharply, and the blue light radiated even more turbulently.

"This is a combination spell! Qinglian is wood, fire crow is fire, wood makes fire... The simple five elements are born together, but when applied to such a high-end battle, the power should not be underestimated. Feng Linwan said in a low voice.

Bai Xiaotian said: "It's not that simple! The Nine Styles of Floating Life, the Sword Rises and Rises, and the cultivation is an immortal determination, which does not deviate from the Five Elements, and belongs to gold." Qinglian is the same as water and wood, and the three-legged golden crow actually takes into account the appearance of fire and earth, they are not trying to kill the enemy, but to trap the enemy. Using this means of the cycle of the five elements, the Fushan Ancestor is temporarily dragged into the rhythm of the Five Elements Cycle, and the strength of the Fushan Ancestor is consumed by the way of competition and consumption. ”

"They are good at calculating, the Fushan Ancestor has just woken up, and he is using a new, relatively fragile body, so he must not be able to withstand a long battle. ”

While the two were talking, they saw the golden three-legged golden crow, rushing towards Qinglian. With one mouth, he swallowed the whole green lotus into his stomach.

At the same time, it turned into a golden cloud in the sky, enveloping the ancestor of Fushan.

But listening to the ancestor of the floating mountain, the long fingers flicked the sword, and the sword slashed the floating life.

An ordinary sword, but it waved goodbye to the past, cutting off all the fetters of the past, cold and resolute.

Whew... ！

The clouds are blowing away, the golden fire is dying, and everything that happened in the previous moment is saying goodbye at this moment, and it has nothing to do with it.

Bai Xiaotian's face was dazed: "No! No, no! How can it be used like this? Fusheng Nine Styles, isn't it to realize Fusheng, be shocked like a dream, and use the power of the three thousand red dust to cultivate the sword path of my long-term lover in the world? How can it be so simple to cut off everything, and enter the love only to cut the love, and enter the ruthless way?"