Zong Linyue didn't answer, only heard a bang, and the sea-covering seal hit the ground.
The ground shook, the earth cracked, and countless cracks began to spread in all directions like spider webs.
Thousands of flying dust rose up into the sky, trying to dye the entire sky an earthy yellow color.
"Yu Zhi!" Li Wantong shouted sharply.
Guo Shuer clenched her fists tightly, her heart filled with regret. If it weren't for my revenge, he wouldn't have died, he wouldn't have died!
So far, Wei Wuji has not made any move. The black spear is stuck on the ground, like his upright figure.
He looked up at the motionless Li Haomiao and thought to himself: "I don't believe it, you really know how to watch the young master die!"
Ye Qinghuan looked grim and rushed to the center of the battlefield desperately.
Everyone watched as Yu Zhi, surrounded by green flames, was suppressed by Fu Haiyin. In such a situation, Yu Zhi must be dead.
Cang Jin stroked his beard, smiled with satisfaction, and said: "Anyone who offends our Cangshan Mountain will be killed without mercy!"
The majestic and cold voice, blessed by the true energy, spread throughout the surrounding mountains and forests, and even reached the depths of the Shiwan Mountain.
Today, Cangshan kills the chicken to scare the monkeys and restores the majesty of the top three sects in the north!
"Anyone who offends our Cangshan Mountain will be killed without mercy!"
Tens of thousands of Cangshan disciples shouted loudly, the sound was like the sound of war drums, making the world tremble.
Ye Qinghuan's eyes were cracked 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 him die before his eyes. The girl who was as close as a sister before is now my beloved Yu Zhi.
The tears were not dry yet, and the body was shaking.
"If I had promised Fei Ying earlier, Yu Zhi would not have died. It's all my fault, all my fault!"
She stretched out her hand in front of her, as if to grab something. An imperceptible aura instantly wrapped around her body.
Yes.
Li Wantong plans to accept the power of Queen Feiying, even if it means paying an unbearable price.
Revenge, revenge for Yu Zhi!
This is Li Wantong's only belief!
At this moment, Wuhua, who had been silent, looked at Li Wantong. After arriving at Cangshan Mountain, the young monk had been neither happy nor sad. Even though Yu Zhi was in a dead situation, Wu Hua did not show any nervous or anxious expression.
Until just now, a strange smell attracted Wuhua's attention.
The Buddhist seal in front of Wuhua's forehead flickered, and a strange feeling arose in Wuhua's heart. The golden light of Buddhism could not be suppressed in his body and wanted to burst out.
Strange, why does the golden light of Buddhism move like this?
It was also the first time Wuhua encountered such a situation.
But the current situation did not let Wuhua think too much. He said: "Amitabha. Donors, don't worry, Donor Yu is not dead!"
Wuhua's Buddha's heart is as clear as a deep spring, and he has already seen everything.
Several people looked at Wuhua in unison, and the strange aura that Wuhua felt disappeared.
Wu Hua glanced at Li Wantong subconsciously and continued: "Almsgiver Yu is not under the Sea-Fuying Seal. Please believe me, monk. Monks do not lie."
Ye Qinghuan said: "But we clearly saw Yu Zhi being suppressed under the Fuhai Seal."
Wuhua clasped his hands together, and with an extremely sincere face, he said: "The world of mortals is charming, but you will always make mistakes."
Wei Wuji didn't believe Wu Hua's words either. He was a practitioner at the eighth level of the Monument. How could he be mistaken?
He would rather believe that Li Haomiao gave Yu Zhi a backup plan!
If Yu Zhi had not been suppressed by Fu Haiyin, where would he be?
.......
In mid-air, Li Haomiao and Cang's separation thoughts were in another space, where the stars were bright and the wind was flowing thousands of miles. Two sword intentions, one white and one gray, were entangled in it.
The free sword intention is like the breeze and the bright moon, swimming around the world and overlooking the world.
Farewell to the sword, the sadness is as continuous as drizzle, and the water flows even more when the sword cuts off.
"Cang Bieli, if you only have this little strength, I won't play with you anymore." Li Haomiao's voice was like a gentle breeze, penetrating the heaven and earth.
Cang Biere still looks calm and calm. She is dressed in gray robes and looks more carefree than a worldly expert.
"You are still as arrogant as before. There was no winner in the last battle, and I will defeat you today!"
Although Cang Bieliang is the master of Cangshan Mountain and a top swordsman in the north, no one knows that he has never defeated anyone when he was young, and that was Li Haomiao.
There is no old grudge between the two, but there is a sense of helplessness between the two of them.
Defeating Li Haomiao is Cang Bi's obsession in this life.
However, it is obviously more difficult to challenge the master of swordsmanship with the ninth level of Kaibi Monument than to create the world.
Buzz!
The parting sword flashed with sword light, and countless sword energy instantly erupted around the two of them, blowing their robes.
Li Haomiao and Cang Bieye opened their eyes at the same time, sword light bloomed in their eyes, and two majestic but completely different sword intentions collided between them.
The earth-shattering fluctuations flattened the surrounding peaks and mountains, and all the clouds in the blue sky disappeared almost simultaneously.
Seeing this, Li Haomiao showed a rare expression of surprise and praised: "It's really good that you can practice your sword intention to such an extent."
Being praised by the master of swordsmanship would make anyone else happy.
But this is Cang Biejie, a person of the same generation as Li Haomiao.
In his opinion, such praise is even more of a mockery and a shame.
The sword intention surged, and the white and gray air currents fought against each other, refusing to give an inch.
Cang Bieliang raised his hand and raised his sword. The gray air flow, that is, his sword intention of separation, suddenly increased several times, trying to swallow up Li Haomiao's sword intention.
Naturally, Li Haomiao would not sit still and wait for death. He raised his hand and raised his hand to form a sword. The white air flow turned into a free sword, which was unstoppable!
The sword's intention is like the wind and its power is like the mountains.
All the onlookers felt the power of this sword.
Xiong Kui was very far away, with shock in his eyes and more yearning. He knew that he would not be able to reach this level in this life, the pinnacle of martial arts and the realm of a master. There had never been such a figure in the White Flame Valley in the past generations.
But this is the scenery that many practitioners yearn for.
"Is this what the master of swordsmanship does?" Zong Linyue saw the master take action for the first time. "He suppressed the number one sword cultivator in the North before he even drew his sword."
A tenth grade grandmaster is definitely more powerful than a ninth grade grandmaster. But is Cang Biejie, who is at the peak of the ninth level of the Monument, a waste?
Of course not.
Among the countless sects in the north, the only one who can break up with Cang Bier is Nie Feng of Duandao Sect.
Apart from that, Cang Biejie has no rival!
However, as a guess, when Li Haomiao pointed his sword at the same time, everyone was already sure of what was about to happen.
In just an instant, a strong shock wave emitted again in midair.
All the sword intent was suppressed by Li Haomiao's finger and turned into nothingness.
Whether it's the separation sword intention in a head-on confrontation or Cang Shui's flowing sword intention.
At this moment, Li Haomiao's free sword intention is the king here.
With one sword, ten thousand swords surrender!
The sword intention is like a breeze blowing in the world, taking away all the floating dust.
In a few breaths, there was no cloud in the sky, and the two battlefields were all silent, both suppressed by Li Haomiao's finger.
He looked up at the swordsman in the world, bowed his head and whispered that there was no hope in this life.
I'm afraid this is the only thought in everyone's mind!
"Cang Bielie, you are still so weak!" Li Haomiao did not give Cang Bielie any face.
Everyone gritted their teeth and thought to themselves: Are they talking human words?
Cang Biejie was not affected by Li Haomiao. In fact, Li Haomiao did not use all his strength with the sword just now and had no intention of beating the drowned dog.
For Li Haomiao, this battle was just a conversation with an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.
It's no different than drinking and chatting.
Cang Bieli savored the battle just now, and after a few breaths, a look of struggle appeared in his eyes. He knew that he could never compare to Li Haomiao today.
But he has no intention of admitting defeat!
Cang sighed, rarely showing emotion.
"I won't be able to defeat you until I become a master."
Li Haomiao smiled and said: "It's good that you know. Since you admit defeat, just go to practice hard. I'll wait for you!"
Unexpectedly, Cang Bier waved the Farewell Sword in his hand, reflecting the sad light and shadow.
"This battle is not over yet."
"Even if you have entered the realm of a master, today I must overcome the inferior and the superior, parting and breaking free!"
From the very beginning, everyone was wondering why Cang Bieli dared to challenge Li Haomiao, who was the Grand Master. Was this because he was absolutely confident in his own strength, or was he looking down on himself?
The sword intent duel just now was brought back from the mind to the real battlefield. Li Haomiao powerfully and cleanly suppressed Cang Biejie's sword intent.
The outcome is clear.
The meaning of the sword is the intertwining of the great ways, the reflection of the mind of sword cultivation.
There are thousands of sword cultivators in the world, and there are thousands of sword intentions.
In the battle of swords and intentions, the superiority and inferiority are determined.
Especially for a character like Cang Bieli, the swordsmanship competition can prove the strength far more than the sword moves.
So what exactly is Cang Bielie insisting on?
Li Haomiao crossed his arms and looked at Cang Bi.
"You're not as straightforward as before. In the past, if you lost, you lost. After a few years of seclusion, you didn't make any progress in martial arts. Why are you becoming more and more rogue?"
Even Cang Jin and others don't know what Cang Biejie's intention is.
...
Compared with Li Haomiao's strong crushing force, Yu Zhi would be killed if he was not careful.
Wuhua's reminder made Ye Qinghuan temporarily suppress his impulse, and also prevented Li Wantong from reaching a deal with Feiying.
Wei Wuji looked around for Yu Zhi. He didn't understand why Yu Zhi didn't have any breath if he was still alive.
"Master Wuhua, where is Yu Zhi...?" Li Wantong couldn't help but ask.
Monks do not lie.
Several people's eyes were focused on Wuhua. Although they found it unbelievable, they chose to believe Wuhua.
Wuhua raised his head slightly, the golden seal of the word "卍" between his eyebrows glowed faintly, and his eyes were clear.
"Donor Yu, is he still in heaven?"
Several people followed Wuhua's gaze.
The clouds were cleared away by Li Haomiao's sword intent, and the blue sky was extremely clear.
But there was no sign of Yu Zhi in the sky.
"There is no one in the sky." Ye Qinghuan said.
But as soon as he finished speaking, a tiny bit of cyan flame appeared very high in the sky, just like a meteor falling from the universe into the world.
"I saw it!" Wei Wuji said in a deep voice. "It's the young master!"
Wei Wuji's realm was higher, and following Wuhua's guidance, it was easier to discover the strange things in the sky.
Looking up from the ground, it's just dust.
But how did Yu Zhi get up there?
What kind of plan do you have?
