"Poof!"

Helan Heiyun let out a loud shout again, but with a mouthful of blood spurting out, no one inside and outside Yongning Temple could hear the content of her loud shout.

All these sword qi exploded in an instant, and the extremely cold star energy made the temperature of this temple drop sharply again, and countless pieces of blue-black flying snow flew upside down into the sky, and these blue-black snow pulled the star vitality that ordinary cultivators could not see or perceive at all, temporarily blocking the flow of the surrounding heaven and earth vitality along the eaves of this temple, and the golden light on the scorching sun pattern on the main hall of Yongning Temple was unsustainable, and it completely became dim.

At the same time, the light cluster outside Helan Black Cloud's body suddenly opened up and turned into two wings of light.

Driven by these two wings of light, the Helan Black Cloud, which was dripping with blood all over its body, flew backwards at a terrifying speed.

Her body shattered a lot of blue-black flying snow, and the shadow of a person was knocked out on the dense snow curtain, and the blood on her body turned into many red threads in the black night sky, and in the next moment, these red threads burned, turning into blue-black sparks.

The blue-black spark did not have the slightest heat, only a more chilling chill.

The void left by her upside-down figure in the night sky was instantly filled with more blue-black snowflakes, and only the terrifying sound of breaking the sky kept coming in the night.

A sigh rang out in the snow.

A yellow paper umbrella stretched out on the other side of the pagoda, not far behind Rong Yi.

The yellow paper umbrella covered the snow in the sky and the face of this cultivator, but it was still clear that this was an extremely thin and short cultivator.

This cultivator is also a member of the Demon Sect, but although the members of the Demon Sect are extremely loyal to the Demon Sect, they may not be close friends with each other, especially after the Battle of Zhongli, because of the continuous loss of the previous Demon Sect members, the Demon Sect has accepted some new members exceptionally.

Many of these new members are extremely talented, but their personalities are very rebellious, and these people are not confidants of the previous Demon Sect members.

They even challenged the original Demon Sect members in many ways.

The Demon Sect didn't stop this challenge, and he even felt that it could be more intense.

Because the reason why all these surviving Demon Sect tribes are strong and terrifying is because they have always grown up in a harsh and cruel environment, they are like wolf kings in the wasteland, and the challenges of the same kind will only make them maintain more wolf nature and make them more terrifying.

At this time, the cultivator under this yellow paper umbrella was the newly accepted subordinates of the Demon Sect after the Battle of Zhongli, and he longed for Helan Heiyun to be killed here, and even before he took a breath, he thought that Helan Heiyun was already certain to die.

He didn't expect that Helan Heiyun would be able to block this big array stubbornly, and then escape from this temple without a fight.

So he sighed regretfully.

At the same time as his regretful voice sounded, he vaguely heard an almost identical sound sounding in the direction of Helan Heiyun's escape.

It was definitely not an echo of his voice, but someone else.

He wondered who else would let out such a sigh on Helan Heiyun's retreat, but at this time he didn't have time to care about who it was.

In this plan against Rong Yi and others, he himself is the last move after Helan Heiyun's failure.

In his opinion, at this time, Rongyi's large array was blocked by Helan Black Cloud, which was the best time for him to make a move.

The yellow paper umbrella in his hand slowly spun around.

On the edge of the yellow paper umbrella, a strange colorful glow appeared.

"Idiot!"

Helan Heiyun was still fleeing in a hurry, and she could clearly hear the sigh on her retreat, she was one of the organizers of this assassination, so she knew very well that the sigh should come from her enemy, but sensing this cultivator's attack, these two words still appeared irrepressibly in her mind. At this time, she still felt that this cultivator was too stupid.

The cultivator holding the yellow paper umbrella felt that this was the best time, the moment when Rong Yi's strength was suppressed and the weakest, but she knew very well that the next blow was the real fatal blow of Rong Yi.

Therefore, this cultivator holding a yellow paper umbrella chose to make a move at this time, and the only result was to bear this blow for her, as if he was becoming her substitute ghost.

......

The sky of Yongning Temple is full of dark clouds.

Between the sky and the ground, countless wing-like blue-black snow flakes were suspended.

In the distance, a whimpering harp sounded in the monk's house.

The moment those pianos sounded, even the copper bells hanging all over the Yongning Temple cracked.

Rong Yi also felt the killing intent coming from behind him at this time.

He didn't know why the cultivator holding the yellow paper umbrella was able to be in his big array, but he hadn't noticed it all along, but at this time, once the cultivator holding the yellow paper umbrella showed his qi, in his perception, the cultivator's body and the yellow paper umbrella in his hand were incomparably bright in the black clouds and dense snow at this time.

In his perception, it was as if in the midst of the boundless darkness, another sun had risen.

The trace of Helan Black Cloud had disappeared from his perception, so this cultivator who had a killing intent on him had become his best target at this time.

The paint color on the scorching sun pattern under the eaves of the main hall of Yongning Temple suddenly flew out.

Not cracked, not peeled off, but piece-by-piece, shot out like sharp arrows.

This round of scorching sun has been completely dimmed due to the barrier of Helan Black Cloud's vitality, but the moment these lacquer colors shoot out, the center of this round of scorching sun lights up with even more blazing light.

These rays of light are real sword lights.

Incomparably pure and sharp sword light.

It's like the kind of peerless famous sword that suddenly comes out of its sheath after being kept in the scabbard for many years.

The paint color is followed by a splash of masonry and dust.

Nine swords emerged from within the wall.

These nine swords didn't need the strength of this great array, as they were an independent large array in their own right.

The face of the cultivator under the yellow paper umbrella suddenly became as white as the wall powder under the paint.

The colorful hue on the edge of his yellow paper umbrella was about to fly off the canopy, but at this moment, he finally realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

These nine swords were obviously far away from him, and they had just come out of the wall, but the nine incomparable breaths had already pierced out of the ground under his feet.

Puff puff puff....

Many fountains of blood surged from his body, and broken flesh spurted out of his body and spurted towards the sky.

His body was broken, but the yellow paper umbrella in his hand was still unbroken, and in the dark night at this time, it was like a huge dandelion seed, floating away in the distance.