For decades or even more than a hundred years, I am afraid that there has never been a day when the bright moon will be close to Shunyuan Peak and the night will be like day.
In this city in the clouds, the battle between black and white continues.
The remaining less than half an hour is probably the last test of fate for Yuntian Guan.
If you survive, you can look forward to tomorrow.
If you can't survive it, you will fall into the abyss forever.
From the entrance of Tianxuan Palace Square to the stone steps entering the palace, there is a distance of thirty and three feet.
Ordinary martial arts masters may need ten breaths to get from one end to the other.
The Crying Lady only used five breaths.
A blink of an eye, a flick of a finger, and one breath, exactly five breaths.
The five-breath state may seem short, but for a person, it is enough for a person to think about it a thousand times and think a lot.
The Crying Lady is not only a tidy person, but also a person who is afraid of trouble.
The more trouble there is, the more afraid she becomes.
The longer the delay, the more trouble will naturally arise.
She came here to take advantage of the excitement, and planned to sneak in from Bai Wuchang and capture Yuntian Temple in one fell swoop. She thought she could solve it in half an hour.
Even if the plan was suddenly interrupted just after it was implemented, she would have already dealt with it.
She thought that against these Taoist priests who rarely wielded swords and swords, one hour would be enough to return victorious, but in the end she saw these Taoist priests desperately resisting, making it difficult for them to move even an inch.
In these short five breaths, the worry in the crying lady's heart became more and more intense. She could no longer sit back and ignore it, and had to end this situation as soon as possible.
The idea was made, and the crying lady put it into action.
Pick out the soft persimmons and pinch them.
The second elder of Yuntian Temple, Qi Difu, had average qualifications. The previous temple master accepted him as a disciple only after seeing his honesty and diligence. Since he was too old, he was appointed as the second disciple in order to assist the first disciple in managing Yuntian Temple in the future.
Qi Difu is also a man who is content and repays kindness. He works hard in Yuntian Temple and does not complain, so he is quite popular among people.
All the disciples respected and loved him, but they could not change him. He was the weakest among the eight elders.
The Crying Lady has already figured out these situations, so her first target is Qi Difu.
At the same time, she also wanted to see if such an elder, who was respected by Yuntian Temple disciples, died, would he make them cry bitterly?
As soon as she thought of this, the crying lady grinned sinisterly.
The smiling face was no different from the crying look of a child.
Use the soul-calling pen to gently tap forward.
People who are not familiar with The Crying Lady can't help but clap their hands in admiration when they see the silver tip of the pen sketching out a bloody rose in an instant, praising the vividness of the painting and its ability to last forever in the air.
But if you have heard that the Weeping Judge of the Nether Sect kills everyone beautifully, when you see the rose, you will definitely imagine that even one life will disappear when the red flower blooms.
The bloody rose transforms emptiness into reality, and every stroke embodies the inner strength of the crying lady.
The instruments of torture are imprinted on a person's body, but they are just burning marks on the flesh.
The bloody rose will sink deeply into the skin and cut the menstruation and veins.
At this moment, the bloody rose appeared on the back of Qi Difu's head. The crying lady obviously didn't have much fun and just wanted to take his life.
Although Qi Difu's strength is about the same as that of Ghost General Yaoye, at nearly sixty years old, he has gradually become unable to cope with the long-term fights. The previous sneak attacks and harassment by members of the Nether Sect in twos and threes also caused him a lot of trouble. There were a few bloodstains on his body, and his ability to endure for so long was entirely dependent on his love for Yuntian Guan.
As the fight continued, Master Jie was also unilaterally suppressing Qidi Fuda. Unfortunately, despite his strong defense, he was still unable to break through his defense line, causing fatal injuries.
In this way, Qi Difu, who was already stretched thin, naturally had no energy left to deal with the crying lady who suddenly appeared behind him.
In the flash of lightning, a green-purple sword light was seen whizzing away wrapped in a white shadow.
The purple sword light met the bloody rose.
Bang!
In the void, there was a dull sound of thunder and explosion.
This is the result of the collision of two domineering internal forces.
Who wins or loses, there is no way of knowing.
Because both the Crying Lady and Qi Difu have disappeared.
Only the poor yong master was affected by the internal force. Although he closed the iron yoke in time to block his vital points, his right hand was not spared and was severed.
How to hold objects with a hand that has lost most of its palm?
The right half of the iron shackle, weighing a hundred kilograms, fell to the ground with a clang.
What followed was a tall and thick man, wailing at the top of his lungs, "Ah!——"
Two feet away, the crying lady stared at a middle-aged man who was slightly thin but moved swiftly and vigorously through his long hair.
This man has thin cheeks, sword-like eyebrows, and a fierce look in his eyes. The evil look in his eyes has not changed since the moment when the Nether Sect entered Yuntian Temple two years ago.
This person is Qi Zhouling, the sixth elder who has always been disdainful of the cooperation between Yuntian Temple and Netherworld Sect, after the leader Qi Tianshou and the eldest disciple Yunliu in Yuntian Temple.
Because of this, Qi Zhouling also received great attention from the Nether Sect. At first, Ye Shang and Suo Ye were with him, inseparable. After Ye Shang was sent away by Qi Hongli, there were always more than 20 members of the Nether Sect around him, waiting for an opportunity. move.
Therefore, among the people present, Qi Zhouling undoubtedly suffered the most major and minor injuries. His Taoist robe was riddled with holes and stained red everywhere.
When the number of members of the Nether Sect gradually decreased, the pressure on the disciples of Yuntianguan dropped sharply, and the elders of Yuntianguan were no exception.
After seeing the crying lady appear, Qi Zhouling paid some attention to her.
When he saw the Weeping Lady coming in the air, he alertly smelled her murderous intention that was gradually increasing.
As expected, the crying lady took action against Qi Difu, so Qi Zhouling decisively abandoned Suo Ye, jumped out from under the swords of the two Nether Sect members, and rescued Qi Difu.
"Master Luo!" A roar rang out, and a figure of the same size fell next to Master Luo and said with concern.
I saw that these two people actually had thick eyebrows and big ears, so as not to look ordinary, and they were both wearing open dark undershirts, showing their strength.
If it weren't for the fact that one of them was holding a big iron shackle and the other was holding a big iron lock, it would be really difficult to identify the two of them based on their appearance.
"They say a long separation is better than a new marriage, Sixth Elder, we haven't seen each other for a long time, why do you still have the same face? It's really annoying!" the crying lady said coquettishly.
"It's okay to be disgusted. I don't welcome monsters and monsters in Yuntian Temple. You thieves, please die quickly!"
Qi Zhouling hated these demons from the bottom of his heart. As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his sword to attack.
Even though there were three people on the other side, there was still no trace of timidity in his eyes.
"Smelly old man! If you cut off my brother's hand, Mr. Suo will make you pay for it with your life." Mr. Suo shouted angrily, grabbing the large iron lock weighing more than a hundred kilograms with both hands, and he was ready to smash Qi Zhouling into a pulp.
Suo Ye was furious for Ye Ye, but he completely forgot that Fang Cai had been fighting with Qi Zhouling for so long, which took advantage of Qi Zhouling's excessive loss of strength when he was one against two.
At this moment, there was no threat around Qi Zhouling, and his thoughts were united, and he would not take a big man with a simple mind and well-developed limbs in his eyes.
A thrust with the sword was just a feint.
Master Suo raised one lock to block the sword, and swung the other lock to attack. It seemed that he had both offense and defense.
But he saw Qi Zhouling stretching his body in the air, doing a forward somersault, and concentrating his energy on his feet.
Drawing a golden hook, he avoided the double locks and reached an unreachable height. Then he took advantage of his fall and stepped firmly on Master Suo's watermelon-sized head.
At that moment, Jiang Yichen's eyes went straight as he seemed to see Master Suo's head split open like a smashed watermelon.
Unexpectedly, the hardness of the big head was beyond expectations, and it was still intact on Mr. Suo's neck.
However, it was clearly visible that blood spurted out like mist from Master Suo's mouth.
Then, I saw that huge body flying several feet upside down.
Boom!
Smashed through the wall of Tianxuan Palace and fell into the palace!
