"Qing'er, lend me the sword."
Qingya took two lotuses from Hua Qing'er's hands. On the stamens, the core of ice crystals and flames was dazzling, but Qingya turned a blind eye. In his eyes, there was only the eye-catching scar on Hua Qing'er's right arm. .
The bright red blood soaked her clothes, but she didn't moan as if she felt no pain. This sword could even cut through Qiu Chiyu's defense, and the damage to her arm could be imagined.
In a hurry, Qing Ya poured the entire bottle of myogenic water onto her arm. The splash of water startled her. Likewise, Qing Ya poured the entire bottle into Qiu Chiyu's hand. , anyway, he will die after this matter is settled, so there is no need to save this muscle-building water.
Qingya took a deep breath again and put the recovered spiritual power into its best state. At this moment, the sun and lunar stars in the sky cast two red and blue light beams, and the Vulcan Dragon Armor Ring and the Dark Fragrance Tree were fixed at the eye of the formation. Above the core, under the illumination of the power of the twin stars, the two divine objects were quickly melted and absorbed, as if fine dust filled the light, and the originally illusory starlight became solidified.
The remaining 15,165 light blue starlights are like strings pulling a puppet, connected to the magic sword in the formation. All the lights form a huge light that spreads from the sky to the ground. The funnel-shaped light prison imprisons all the parts of the behemoth.
The two lotuses of ice and fire drew the power of the sun and lunar stars to themselves. The two lotuses slowly floated to the center of the formation. Qing Ming threw it out from his hands, drawing a beautiful arc and then floated between the two lotuses. They were caught by the double stars. Pulled by the force, three swords, one long and two short, were entangled with each other, gradually gathering all the light like a ball of thread.
In the drunkenness, the black beard and the three islands are dark, and the frost sword is drawn out in anger across the ten continents; the sword energy is thousands and thousands of galaxies, and the vast universe is frightening to sleep.
The three swords rotated and entangled rapidly in the formation, mixing all the starlight together. The bodies of the giant beasts imprisoned by the starlight were also gathered together. It was impossible to tell whose head was intertwined with whose claws. Tangled together.
Qingya imitated Liu Bailu and pointed his sword at the Milky Way, cutting off all the power of the stars projected down. After losing contact with the star, the starlight scattered in the world rioted uncontrollably.
However, the Zhoutian Star Formation trapped all the power of the stars within the formation. The increasingly violent starlight had nowhere to vent and could only be gathered together, accumulating unbelievable power.
The human body cannot carry the power of the stars in the sky. Even if it is just a weak beam of starlight, after more than 10,000 beams have been accumulated, it will still press on Qingya's shoulders as if the sky has collapsed.
As the saying goes, even if the sky falls, there will still be a tall person standing still. Qingya can finally understand the true meaning of this sentence now, but it is really uncomfortable to stand up to the sky.
All the spiritual energy in the body was mobilized, Tianxing Jue was running crazily, and Qingya's sea of qi also stirred up turbulent waves like a sea of clouds. All the spiritual energy seemed to be sucked away by a waterspout, and the sea of qi was gradually drying up. .
But Qingya can't let go now. The power of the stars in the formation has not been compressed to the extreme. Only when they are squeezed into the densest moment can the maximum power of the formation and the sword of stars be exerted.
It is absolutely impossible for him to use his second sword, so he must defeat the enemy with one strike.
The starlight he carried weighed down his shoulders a little more. The hard green bricks on the ground where Qingya was standing had long been cracked, and Qingya's feet had sunk deeply into the earth.
His back was also bent a little under the pressure, and his whole body was soaked in sweat as if he had been fished out of a lake. At this moment, he was like a beacon that was about to burn out.
No one can help him. If you want to borrow the power of the stars, you must first be able to withstand the pressure of the stars. This is the law of equality of all things under the law of heaven, and it is also the truth of continuous progress on the path of cultivation.
Only after he has completely withstood the power of this sword, his traces will be engraved in the stars for billions of years. Only those recognized by the stars can borrow the power of the stars again.
Qiu Chiyu and Hua Qing'er stood aside and clenched their hands, praying that the extreme point of compressing the starlight would come soon. The emperor was also holding a handful of sweat, hoping that Qingya would be overwhelmed by this powerful force before he could draw his sword. overwhelmed.
On the far side of the East China Sea, on the top of the sky, above the shaking light, Liu Bailu stood on the sea of clouds swept by the waves. She raised her eyes and looked to the west. Under the western sky, the power of the stars was pulled down, and The direction where the starlight falls is Chang'an City.
"Liu Bailu, Liu Bailu, you are a protector, you are such a failure."
When she first taught the Star Sword to Qingya, she was still thinking that even if he learned the sword moves, he would not be able to use them without the help of divine objects. The pressure required to use the Star Sword was too great, and it was definitely not what it is now. All he could resist.
But the more worried you are, the more likely things are to happen. Today, there was finally a second person in the world who used the Sword of the Stars.
This kid is becoming less and less reassuring. If you don't watch him for a while, he will make a big noise. It seems that he can't be allowed to run around in the future.
At this time, Qingya, who was far away in Chang'an, didn't know that his freedom had been "deprived" by his master. His body washed by the water of the Styx finally carried all the starlight. He could feel that in the formation, The power of the stars has been compressed to the extreme.
Just like fireworks exploding in the universe, the surroundings were so silent that no sound could be heard. Only a vast white tide of particles spurted out from all around within the starry array, flooding the river bank like a flood that had burst its banks. , except that what flows out is not water, but light.
When all the colors merged together, there was only a dazzling white light displayed in front of Qingya's eyes. Even though he had closed his eyes, Qingya was still briefly deprived of his vision.
When he opened his eyes again, there was only a dizzy black scene in his eyes. As the neon color continued to smudge, the world in front of him appeared in front of him bit by bit.
When his eyesight gradually recovered, Qingya saw that the Zhoutian Starry Formation had disappeared, leaving only the more than 10,000 densely packed sword holes on the ground. Also disappearing were the six sword holes that the emperor was proud of. A giant beast.
Finally, all the dust has settled.
Qingya, on the other hand, was finally able to let go of the tense nerves all over his body. He could no longer hold on and fell softly to the spot.
Qiu Chiyu put his arm around Qingya's shoulders and let him lean into his arms. Hua Qing'er excitedly took Qingya's hand and told him the news of victory happily.
Did we win? I should win, I have tried my best, so I should win no matter what.
Qingya's head was a little dizzy and his thoughts became much more naive, but something seemed to be wrong.
Why is it that the heavy snow is still falling all over the sky, why do I still feel a little worried in my heart, and why have the other monks in Chang'an City not shown up until now?
Why is the failed emperor laughing?
"Hehehe, it is true that heroes have been born since ancient times. It seems that the realm of the foundation stage cannot limit your power at all. You can destroy the Nine Evil Soul-devouring Formation that I spent fifty years of hard work in one fell swoop. You are worthy of being arranged by God. The sword of calamity."
At this point, the emperor suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and then roared at the sky: "God, do you think this will make the Fuxia Dynasty decline? Then you are too underestimated for my ability to lead Fuxia Towards glorious enlightenment.”
But Qingya sneered at these words: "Are you still so stubborn until now? All the endings are caused by you. If you blame me and God, you won't think that it's your own problem. ?"
"Before the final outcome comes, you should put away these words."
The emperor looked at the weak Qingya and took off the royal crown on his head.
"Chang'an City has not seen such heavy snow in many years."
The emperor's light words seemed to have given an order. The snowflakes that were just flying were suddenly swept by the strong wind. In an instant, a blizzard fell in the sky over Chang'an.
Along with the howling of the wind and snow, there were also harsh whining sounds coming together with the heavy snow. Although people had closed their doors and windows, they still couldn't stop these whining sounds from penetrating in.
There were these sounds in the sky, these sounds on the ground, and even these sounds in their own houses. Only then did the people understand that they had been hidden in these strange heavy snows.
These tiny creatures named Amber were broken into pieces, and under the guise of snowflakes, they formed clusters of snowballs and scattered. Even though they looked a little cute now, they were now reapers of death.
Like maggots attached to bones, Hu clings to people when they see them. Once people are stained by it, they can no longer get rid of it. Their roots pierce into the human flesh as if they are pierced into the soil. It absorbed all the people's lives in just one cup of tea. The person fell to the ground as if he had fallen asleep, but could never wake up again.
Looking at the gray mist rising from all directions, a hint of determination appeared on the emperor's face, which soon turned into a wild laugh.
"Even if it costs the entire city of Chang'an, I will break your sword today."
After that, he took out a broken dagger with crystal green light from Wang Mian, and pierced it towards his eyebrows.
"You are simply hopeless. There are more than half a million people in Chang'an City. Do their lives really seem like nothing to you?"
After saying that, Qing Ya struggled to get up, dragging his weak body and ran towards the emperor. With this sword, he was willing to pay any price to kill him and stop this from continuing.
At this time, the wonderful sound of Buddhism like a yellow bell and a big Lu rang out from all directions in Chang'an City. The Buddha's light soared into the sky from thousands of temples and pagodas, large and small, in Chang'an City, dyeing the clouds over Chang'an into a golden color. , the clouds met the golden light like bubbles met the fire, bursting one after another, and the clouds gradually became thinner.
The gray haze that had just risen also ended abruptly.
