The nine-color streamer butterfly's wings are spread wide, and endless rays of light are emitted from the markings on its wings. Each beam of light hitting the ground will create a deep pit on the ground.
Thousands of rays of light flashed across the sky, stirring up dust all over the sky. The grass growing on the ground was destroyed by the strong light. In an instant, the vibrant green buds turned into nothingness and were engulfed by dust and smoke.
Xian Qingyun, who was hiding in the dark, was very happy when he saw Xiao Yuying, the Sanwang Palace disciples, and Xuan Yi being submerged in the dazzling light of the nine-color flowing light butterfly.
Fortunately, he didn't rush forward just now, otherwise, he would have been too embarrassed to go back and meet the master of Jiange Pavilion.
When the dust and smoke cleared, only a trace of blood flowed from the corner of Xuan Yi's mouth. He stood in front of the disciples of Sanwang Palace with his swords crossed, but the people of Sanwang Palace behind him were unscathed.
Xiao Yuying understood that he wanted to return the favor to her by saving the disciples of Sanwang Palace even if he was injured.
She assisted Xuan Yi in severely injuring the Nine-Colored Flowing Light Butterfly. Xuan Yi would naturally remember this love. It was reasonable for him to block the attack of the Nine-Colored Flowing Light Butterfly for the Sanwang Palace disciples.
It is a pity that although he blocked the attack of the Nine-Colored Flowing Light Butterfly, the swords in his palms all had cracks. The swords that have been with him for many years may no longer be able to accompany him.
Xuan Yi tilted the sword to his side, and the surrounding vitality poured into the blade and the blade. Obviously, this was the energy of nature that could only be mastered in the realm of reincarnation.
Compared with flow force, the vitality of all things in the vast universe is also an indispensable force.
Xuan Yi jumped up, swung out his long sword, and cut out a sharp and swift sword energy, which passed directly through one of the wings of the Nine-Colored Light Butterfly until it was submerged in the void.
After the sword energy passed, the hundred-foot-high sword energy suddenly fell down, majesticly cutting off one of the wings of the Nine-Colored Flowing Light Butterfly. The sword energy fell to the ground, leaving a bottomless ravine on the devastated ground.
The Nine-Colored Light Butterfly's body was dim. It used its injured wings to maintain balance and barely stood, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was unable to fight anymore.
Click! Click!
The sword, which released a powerful slash with cracks, finally broke at this moment. The blade and blade split almost at the same time, and half of the blade and the blade were inserted into the ground.
These swords and swords followed Xuan Yi into the sword mansion and were not damaged in battles big or small. But today, these two weapons unleashed the strongest slash in history, successfully forcing the Nine-Colored Flowing Light Butterfly into a desperate situation.
What Xuan Yi regrets is that this glorious moment of sword and sword can only end here.
A disciple of Sanwang Palace said in surprise: "The swords are all broken..."
The Sanwangdian disciple standing next to the man quickly pushed him with his elbow a few times to signal him not to talk nonsense at this time.
"You destroyed the swords and tools to protect the disciples of my Sanwang Palace. If you agree, I, the Sanwang Palace, would like to give you a sword." Xiao Yuying, who had been silent for a long time, asked in a consultative tone.
"No need. If these swords and swords continue to follow me, there will be no good end. Today's break here just reminds me that they are tired."
"This sword has been with me for many years, and it's time for me to let them have a good rest." Xuan Yi squatted down with a forced smile, slowly picked up the half of the sword and the blade inserted into the ground, and carefully put them away.
Seeing that he had made up his mind, Xiao Yuying did not continue to say anything.
Xuan Yi stood behind him and touched his waist with his right hand. Then he looked at the disciples of Sanwang Palace with an embarrassed look on his face and asked with a smile: "Do you have any wine?"
Among the crowd in Sanwang Palace, someone threw a wine bottle. Xuan Yi took it and started drinking.
Xian Qingyun found the right moment, took action as quickly as possible, and killed the dying Nine-Colored Flowing Light Butterfly with one sword.
"Xian Qingyun! What do you mean?!" Xiao Yuying stared at him angrily.
Xian Qingyun put away her long sword and pretended to be puzzled: "I'm here to kill the Nine-Colored Flowing Light Butterfly. What's wrong?"
Xiao Yuying said: "This Nine-Colored Light Butterfly was severely injured by Xuan Yi. When it was about to die, you jumped out and killed it. Don't you feel ashamed?"
"What's the point? I have the right to kill the Nine-Colored Flowing Light Butterfly even if it's not dead." Xian Qingyun said it naturally, without feeling that there was anything wrong in what he did.
"Thank you." Xuan Yi didn't say anything. He raised the wine bottle and thanked the disciples of Sanwang Palace, then walked down the mountain in three steps, drinking wine in three steps.
As for who killed the Nine-Colored Light Butterfly, he didn't care.
"Let's go! Lift the body of Nine-Colored Flowing Light Butterfly, let's go back to Jiange!" Xian Qingyun gave an order, and the disciples of Jiange swarmed up, picked up Nine-Colored Flowing Lighting Butterfly, and left.
When Xiao Yuying saw that Xuan Yi had left, she did not stay. As soon as she led the disciples of Sanwang Palace to leave, she saw Huang Yu leading several disciples of Sanwang Palace who were at the eighth or ninth level of air flow up the mountain.
"This...this big demon actually died at the hands of Jiange?" Huang Yu looked at the disciples of Jiange who passed by him and carried the corpse of the Nine-Colored Flowing Butterfly. He couldn't believe that Xian Qingyun had beheaded him. The strength of the Nine-Colored Light Butterfly.
By chance, Xian Qingyun walked over in high spirits. He stared at Huang Yu for a long time without saying anything, and just kept staring at him. The latter deliberately lowered his head to avoid him.
Xian Qingyun laughed a few times and said: "Hey! Isn't this Mr. Huangyu from the Sanwang Palace? What? Are you also here to destroy the big demon? I'm sorry, you are a step too late. The Nine-Colored Flowing Light Butterfly has been I killed."
Huang Yu ignored him, walked directly to Xiao Yuying, and asked in a low voice: "Yu Ying, what is going on? How could the big demon die in his hands?"
Xiao Yuying joked: "Some people can only hide in the dark and kill some dying monsters, but they always put on a great look in the crowd. It's really ridiculous!"
Huang Yu asked weakly: "Can I do it too?"
Xiao Yuying's tone was full of ridicule: "Not only can you, even a person who has entered the first realm can easily kill this nine-color flowing light butterfly."
"Oh! So that's it. I thought Xian Qingyun was so powerful, but I didn't expect that he picked up this Nine-Colored Light Butterfly." After Huang Yu finished speaking, he covered his mouth with his hands and laughed.
Xian Qingyun snorted coldly and said, "Go and pick one up if you can."
After saying that, without waiting for Huang Yu and others to reply, he left in a hurry.
"Why are you the only ones back? Where did my friend go?" Xiao Yuying didn't look at Huang Yu, and there was no joy or sorrow on her pretty face.
Huang Yu didn't hide anything, and said truthfully: "Those people were chased by the small nine-color flowing light butterfly, and I don't know where they escaped."
Xiao Yuying stared at him coldly and said calmly: "What did you say?! You came back safe and sound, but my friend didn't come back?"
Huang Yu explained: "Yu Ying, don't be angry first. When the Nine-Colored Light Butterflies rushed over, I was too busy taking care of myself that I had no time to save them."
Xiao Yuying walked briskly and said as she walked: "Take them back to Sanwang Palace, I want to find someone."
Huang Yu knew her temper and knew that he couldn't persuade her, so he didn't stop her.
Knife camp
Wu Daoda was sitting on a lawn, glanced at the Daofu disciples sleeping around, and hurriedly reminded: "Don't sleep, don't sleep, wake up. I told you, I'll wait for you later. As soon as Xuan comes back, follow me and take the big demon down."
"I believe it won't be long before we can take action."
"Commander Wu, look! Xuan Yi is back!" A disciple of Youdao Mansion pointed at Xuan Yi who was walking towards this side, and the others stood up to greet him.
Wu Dao laughed and said: "Xuan Yi, I haven't drunk the celebration wine yet, why did you drink it alone first? Just wait, wait until we carry the big demon back to Dao Mansion, and then we will drink the celebration wine with you. !”
"Let's go! Come with me to carry the big demon." He raised his arms and the disciples of Dao Mansion suddenly showed joy. Although the Nine-Colored Flowing Light Butterfly did not die in their hands, as long as it is carried back to Dao Mansion, this is also a share. glory.
"return!"
Xuan Yi shouted loudly, Wu Daoda and Daofu disciples stopped one after another and cast doubtful glances at him.
"Xuan Yi, you're not unhappy because we didn't go to greet you, are you?" Wu Daoda saw his bad expression and walked over with a smile.
Xuan Yi said calmly: "Take them back to Daofu. I still have things to do."
Wu Daoda immediately replied: "Xuan Yi, this is not possible. The big demon cannot be left here. That is the glory that belongs to our Dao family. If you leave the big demon in the Zhuliu Mountains, who would know who the big demon is?" The one who was killed first by my Dao Mansion?"
"The elders said that we must bring the big demon back to Dao Mansion no matter what, otherwise I won't be able to explain to the elders."
Xuan Yi looked up and took a sip of wine, laughing loudly. Wu Daoda and all the disciples of Daofu also laughed.
Just as they were laughing loudly, Xuan Yi suddenly said: "I didn't kill the big demon."
"Xuan Yi, are you kidding? If you can't kill the big demon, then who in the Zhuliu Mountains has the ability to kill the big demon?" Wu Daoda has been immersed in his own beautiful world. If Xuan Yi couldn't kill the big demon, it would be even less able for people like Xian Qingyun.
"Believe it or not, I'm leaving." Xuan Yi left without saying a word.
"Xuan Yi, Xuan Yi." Wu Dao shouted several times, but Xuan Yi didn't turn around to answer him.
"What's going on?" After Wu Daoda finished speaking, he still didn't give up. He took the Daofu disciples not far away when he saw the people from Jiange coming carrying the Nine-Colored Light Butterfly.
"Hey! Commander Wu Dao, where are you going? Xuan Yi has already left. Is there anything going on if you don't leave?" The man stopped so that Wu Daoda could see clearly.
Wu Daoda was not a fool. After seeing the body of Jiucai Liuguangdie, he naturally understood.
He said with some embarrassment: "Nothing, nothing. I'm just strolling around."
"Oh." Xian Qingyun extended his voice, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said, "I am busy delivering business to the sect. If I can't stay for a long time, I won't chat with Commander Wu Dao."
After Xian Qingyun walked a few steps, he turned back and shouted: "By the way! If Commander Wu Dao is free, you can come to my sword pavilion for a celebratory drink. Qingyun is waiting for you! Hahahaha!"
Facing Xian Qingyun's humiliation, Wu Daodao was speechless. He was so angry that he wished he could find a hole in the ground and crawl into it.
