Chapter 573: Formation Break
The boundless world is filled with stormy waves of heavy snow, which seems likely to submerge Bailian's figure at any time.
In the wind and snow, thousands of figures belonging only to Shu Ci are like rain and curtains, black clouds are pressing down on the top, the snow is forever night, and the sad wind stirs up the misty sword energy like mist.
The grass and trees everywhere were trembling, and a few dead leaves were floating and falling on the trees. Shu Ci looked cold, even if he stepped barefoot on the snow, he would not notice the coldness around him.
She bent her fingers to control the air. The wind and snow under the winter night suddenly accelerated, and the heavy snow fell in silence. In an instant, it seemed like thousands of troops were rushing towards her.
They were like demon soldiers plundering the formation, slashing like the wind destroying the grass, and like dragons surging and boiling in the dark night.
Bailian is just like a dying flame in the continuous rainstorm, it may be extinguished at any time in this long frost of sword energy.
Faced with such Shu Ci, the demons watching the battle felt that the matter was over and he had no reason to continue fighting.
In fact, Balian did not continue fighting. He raised his sword and turned around, looking for a weak position with extremely cunning eyes.
Using his sword to slash the wind, the spiritual power all over his body and the dark power in the corpse beads boiled instantly, and he began to sprint in the heavy snow.
Shu Ci raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, although it was human nature to be afraid and want to escape in this situation.
But in her opinion, this young man should not be so stupid that he would take the initiative to turn his back to her.
Don’t he know that this will only make him die faster?
Maybe the location he chose is indeed weak, but there are still two clones of her sword energy.
If he still wants to use the method of borrowing force just now, with luck, he may be able to successfully destroy one of the sword energy incarnations.
But at the same time, the killing sword behind him would instantly penetrate his body, and he would still be dead.
Shu Ci, like an army of ten thousand people, followed closely in Bailian.
Bailian's heavy sword was dragged behind him as he sprinted through the snow, but he made no move to fight.
The clone Shu Ci standing on both sides of the valley had the edge of a sword between her brows and eyes, her eyes were cold and numb and she slowly raised her palm, and a silver-white terrifying energy light group quickly condensed in her palm.
Bailian moved forward in a straight line, his speed getting faster and faster, looking at nothing in front of him. Such behavior was seeking death. Before the demons could taunt him, a black shadow emerged from the snow under his feet.
The sprayed blood burned like flames in mid-air, and the fireworks wrapped Bailian's body into a huge fire ball like a barrier.
The Stygian Wolf, whose head was almost split in half, hid under his shadow at some point?
Its body was covered with bloody holes and deep holes. An ordinary monster would have died long ago, but it showed amazing vitality.
The injured beast showed its claws and fangs, making it undoubtedly more terrifying and violent.
The sharp claws like divine weapons directly tore the arms and bodies of the two Shuci into pieces.
Two handfuls of blood mist bloomed sadly in the white world.
At the same time, the silver light in the hand of one of Shu Ci exploded into a beam of light, piercing the abdomens of the Underworld Wolf and Bailian.
The underworld wolf howled in pain, fell from mid-air, and disappeared again.
Bailian gritted his teeth and felt a terrible burning sensation in his abdomen. Without saying a word, he kept running through the snow valley and continued to run.
The Snow Valley, which is as narrow as a sliver of sky, naturally cannot allow Shu Ci, an army of ten thousand people, to pass quickly.
The moment he passed through the mountains of Snow Valley, Bailian raised the Tiance Junshan sword he was dragging behind him, and the sword's edge hit the mountain world hard.
The snow-capped mountains rumbled like thunder, and the sound came from the top of the snow-capped mountains. It was the sound of a large avalanche.
The towering snow-capped mountains, like the pillars of heaven and earth, collapsed and were about to crush an army of ten thousand people and bury them. Shu Ci did not call back her sword energy clone. She regarded the snow-capped mountains as dust and mud. Treat the avalanche as if it were nothing.
In front of one person, she closed her eyes and clenched her fist, raised her fist and burst it out. Her young and delicate fist was burning with sword fire, and her small fist blasted out terrifying and extremely domineering energy, covering the air within a hundred miles. Squeezed out.
The silver sword energy flying rain that spans between the sky and the earth rises from the bottom to the snowy field on the earth. There are thousands of things happening above the head. The momentum of rolling avalanches rises against the sky, and the entire snow valley makes a buzzing sound. The sound of gold and stone was like countless demon soldiers coming, and the sound was like thunder.
The mountains sitting on the earth's veins were directly blasted into the sky by this punch. The fine falling rocks and snowflakes were like heavy rain and hail, leaving countless small insect-eaten holes in the soft and thick snow.
Bailian was hit by the aftermath of the fist, and he was thrown off the ground. The clothes on his back exploded, and the skin on his back was torn. If he had been closer to the fist, half of his body would have been affected. It blew up.
Shu Ci appeared covered with fine dust. They looked like they were walking in mist and light clouds. They looked at the young man falling from the air with cold and empty eyes and rolling several times on the ground.
He seemed embarrassed but he perfectly removed the remaining punches from his body. Blood was spilled all over his body. He continued to slide towards the distance without stopping.
A trail of scarlet blood was left in the snow.
What lies behind the destroyed snow-capped mountains is not the real world, but an endless icy sea.
There is a layer of ice several feet thick on the sea surface. The ice layer is covered with thick snow that has not melted for thousands of years. The snow contains specks of mottled blood.
The boy was running on the ice, and the distant horizon seemed always so far away.
This is the small world of Qingye. In a sense, this world hides the laws of space. This world is not as vast as the real world.
But for those who enter this world, it is endless and endless.
Even though he is in danger again, where can he escape in this world?
Time has passed as long as a stick of incense.
The secret method of body sacrifice secretly performed by the abandoned people has long been completed, and now the terrifying phenomenon of backlash and soul-stealing has begun to appear.
Milu was so anxious that he never expected that Bailian could sustain himself in the Qingye world for so long, which was completely beyond his expectation.
Not long ago, I really hoped that he could survive for a while longer.
Now I see him relying on the underworld wolf to protect the master, still jumping around inside, with unreasonable hatred in his heart.
There was even some suspicion that Shu Ci saw the handsomeness of this young man and deliberately let him go.
If not, why didn’t she take Nandi for so long?
As soon as Nandi comes out, it will be easy for that kid to escape, and it will be easy to take his life.
The ice sea has no forests, no mountains, and no covering obstacles. Even though Bailian took the Seven Steps of Taixuan Secret Method and instantly reached a distance that was difficult to see with the naked eye, his breath was still blocked by Shu Ci. Hold on tight to death.
She didn't need to look further, she just moved her heart as she pleased, and drew a circle with her fingertips on her chest. The sword light suddenly appeared, and thousands of sword intents rolled towards Bailian's direction like rain at lightning speed.
The sword energy as white as silver is like a meteor arrow, leaving sword marks everywhere it goes.
After a few breaths, Shu Ci's eyes were as heavy as the abyss, staring steadily into the distance.
The tiny figure is still on the ice sea, her escape speed has not slowed down at all, and the sword energy flowing out of her fingertips is like a mud cow entering the sea.
Before she could think about it, the distant sky, like a pale ink horizon, was slightly distorted. A huge shadow shrouded the world from the sky, and the wind that swept to the south began to blow back.
It's like the wings of a god fluttering on the other side of the sky.
Shu Ci's soft hair floated in front of his forehead, drawing an elegant arc in the air. Countless sword energy trajectories were reflected in his pair of silent and dark eyes.
The violent sword energy in the night sky followed the wind, and the sword struck by her fingertips did not fall on the young man.
Instead, it was extremely strange that he was entering a mirror world, turning back and attacking her.
And it is even more powerful. The silver-white sword aura seems to be dyed with a light layer of golden frost, and the brilliance is so bright that it cannot be looked at.
Upon closer inspection, the sword energy of the demon weapon actually contains some ancient holy meaning.
The two forces are intertwined together for no reason, but they are terrifyingly strong.
Shu Ci indifferently clenched his fist and punched out. Several fan-shaped barriers appeared in front of them. The sword energy hit the barrier, and Shu Ci's slow but never-ending pace was finally forced to stop.
The violent sword energy kept hitting their bodies, making sharp and harsh cutting sounds.
Gradually, a thin layer of frost formed on their bodies, and the sword energy of the strikes gradually became silent and blended into the shallow layer of frost. The wind and snow became more and more violent, and they stood like ice sculptures in the long sea.
The hair on the eyebrows was frozen and stained by the sword wind. Among the thousands of figures, only one figure was not affected by the sword energy at all.
And that figure is the real Shu Ci.
The shadow at the other end of the horizon was huge, and it had arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye. As the strong wind in the sky slowly floated up and down, it was covered by dark clouds like ink. the whole sky.
But those were not dark clouds, but the huge wings of a bird, completely spread out in this small world, thousands of miles away.
Her eyes like divine fire slowly opened as they flew through the chaotic clouds, gazing at the girls in the wind and snow, their eyes as indifferent and extraordinary as hers.
Shu Ci's slow and soft voice sounded: "It's actually the Pimo bird from Dongtian Temple..."
The Pimo bird has been guarding an extremely ancient weapon for thousands of generations. A sacred sword, it feeds on the sword energy, nourishes the sword energy of all heavens, and can break all laws.
Shu Ci just said that she was born to restrain the celestial ghosts and underworld wolves that are feared by the gods.
Now, the existence that truly defeats her has appeared in this small world.
She looked up at the injured young man on her wings. The bright red blood was flowing down with the wind and snow, which looked shocking.
When the blood stained his long clothes, Ning Feiyan lowered her head and drank a glass of wine. She held the empty cup in silence for a moment. Only then did she realize that the teacup was on the side of her sleeve, and she took the wine glass by mistake.
Sure enough, the strong alcohol was as strong as her throat, and the pain in her body that was like a knife, piercing her intestines and piercing her intestines, suddenly became severe and unbearable.
She looked at the empty cup without saying a word, with a slightly regretful look on her face.
Is this what you rely on?
Although it is surprising enough, trying to defeat Shu Ci with this external force can only be wishful thinking.
Seeing this scene, Zian Xin frowned slightly to cover up the shock in his heart: "Is this okay?"
Of course this won't work. It's far from enough to defeat Shu Ci, or after this battle. Protect yourself and survive successfully.
As the sword-protecting beast of the Dongtian Temple, Pimo Bird's strength has naturally reached that sacred realm.
But it is a pity that it died in the bronze door and survived only by Xu Seal.
It and Bailian are both prosperous and destroyed.
"Is this your method?" Shu Ci smiled scornfully, but the body did not move. The incarnations of the sword energy took a step forward at the same time, and the thin ice sword energy between the skin, clothes and hair also broke. Turned into silver ashes and fell into the earth.
The main body nodded slightly, opened her small mouth, and thousands of incarnations turned into powerful spiritual currents and returned to her body.
Shu Ci's silver-gray eyes, which were lifeless and hollow, seemed to be injected with real life in an instant.
There was a fire burning in those long eyes. She looked at Balian's eyes from a distance and smiled lightly: "Your eyes are telling me that you don't even have the confidence to succeed today. I survived in my hands. I am very curious as to what drives you to dare to stand in front of me and fight with me.”
Balian opened his lips and was about to speak, but he underestimated this person's willfulness and domineering temperament, like an unreasonable and arbitrary bad boy. She asked questions but did not give him any time to answer.
A nanmu flute appeared in her palm.
The moment the flute appeared, the demons watching the battle involuntarily held their breath in tacit agreement. Even though they were separated by a small world, each of them could not hide the look of fear on their bodies.
The flute in Shuci's hand grows branches, spreading out the lush green buds. The light of fireflies lingers among the young leaves. There are flowers blooming and poppies weeping, and clusters falling from the branches. It is so beautiful. It also contains an indescribable meaning of soul-calling.
The moment she raised the flute, the world seemed to turn into monotonous and simple black and white, everything was a monologue, and she was like a drop of ink in the snow.
The only color left between heaven and earth is the flower at the end of the flute, with a faint vermilion dotted with the color of death.
The flute drew a ray of light in the desolate twilight, as pale as the underworld fire in the white night.
The world suddenly stopped, the roar of the strong wind seemed to freeze in my ears, and the world was like a scroll.
The dense darkness brought about by being pushed and rolled up by an invisible hand soon swallowed up the dim light quietly.
And above the sky, like a shadow falling, the bird also disappeared into the scroll.
The world in the painting is completely broken.
"Everything is over." In this world, Shu Ci can no longer feel the existence of any characteristics of life.
She took back the flute with great satisfaction, played it gently to her lips, tried the tone, turned around and prepared to leave the World Seeking Eye.
She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again, her silver-grey eyes dimmed with confusion.
Why can’t she feel the existence of Jieyan?
In the world of Qingye, at the moment when the battle is over and the winner is decided, the world is the door, welcoming her to leave.
There is only one possibility for the World Eye to not exist, and that is that the outcome is not yet known.
The moment this absurd idea took shape in Shu Ci's mind, in the thick blue sky of the quiet night, a figure appeared in Shu Ci like petals fluttering and falling, or like the scattered shadow of flowing clouds. behind.
Shu Ci's eyes suddenly opened wide. She still could not feel the existence of life, but at this moment, she smelled the breath of cold blood.
The lifeless blood is like the blood of death flowing in the River Styx.
A cold and thin hand gently placed on Shu Ci's head, the fingertips were stained with snow and blood.
That hand didn't have much weight, but under Shu Ci's bare feet, there was a click, and the ice that was ten feet deep cracked.
She lowered her head and looked at the reflection of the young man under the ice surface blown by the wind and snow. He seemed to have just returned from that pale world, and his whole person was colorless and lonely.
There was only a piccolo in his hand, with beads embedded at the end. The beads were blood red, a rich and out-of-this-world color.
The bright red color is like a bright red flame, burning alone in the white world.
Shu Ci's eyes moved slightly, and she suddenly noticed that the weak fire began to spread under her feet, and she stared away for a moment, only to realize that she was actually standing in a bloody pattern.
Use your body for the formation and your blood for the talisman.
Under her feet, at some point, a blood-colored soul-killing formation as broad as a surging dragon was drawn.
The blood behind him became more and more intense, and Shu Ci suddenly understood.
It turns out that at the beginning, he was not injured and escaped, but used his own blood to nourish the formation and feed the talisman. During the thousands of miles of escape, he forcibly drew such a terrifying soul-destroying formation.
But how did he do it?
The formation is based on talismans. Whenever the talisman enters the country, the talisman paper must be used to carry the spiritual power.
There is snow everywhere.
In this world, there is no such vast talisman that can accommodate such a huge spirit-killing formation.
But he actually simply used the ice and sea of the earth as talisman paper, as a pen, and blood as ink, to carve every stroke and stroke, and resonate with the world.
The illusion of this battle is absolutely fair.
Both he and she came to this strange world for the first time.
Since the world is strange, how did he resonate with this green leaf world.
Before Shu Ci could reflect on the truth, the crimson blood meandering across the ice surface could not be covered up no matter how much snow fell, and the bright red fire burst into flames.
The ice under Shu Ci's feet became stronger and deeper, until the cold seawater submerged her ankles, and there was no more weight to support her. She was pressed into the cold deep sea by that hand.
(End of this chapter)