"puff!"

Helan Heiyun shouted again, but with a mouthful of blood spurting out, no one inside or outside Yongning Temple could hear the content of her shout.

All these sword energy exploded in an instant, and the extremely cold star energy caused the temperature of the temple to drop sharply again. Countless blue-black snow flew backwards into the sky. These blue-black snow led the star energy that ordinary practitioners could not see or perceive, temporarily blocking the surrounding heaven and earth energy flowing along the eaves of the temple. The golden light on the scorching sun pattern in the main hall of Yongning Temple was unsustainable and completely dimmed.

At the same time, the light ball outside the Helan black cloud suddenly opened and turned into two wings of light.

Driven by these two light wings, the Helan black cloud, which was flowing with blood all over her body, flew backwards towards the rear at a terrifying speed.

Her body shattered many blue-black flying snow, and a person's shadow broke out on the dense snow curtain. The blood on her body turned into many red silk threads in the black night sky. In the next moment, these red silk threads burned and turned into blue-black sparks.

The blue-black spark had no heat at all, only a more bitter chill.

The hole left by her backward figure in the night sky was instantly filled with more blue-black snowflakes, and only the terrifying sound of breaking through the air came in the night.

A sigh rang out in the snow.

A yellow paper umbrella spread out on the other side of the pagoda, not far behind Rong Yi.

The yellow paper umbrella covered the falling snow in the sky and also covered the face of the practitioner. However, it was still clear that this was a very thin and short practitioner.

This practitioner is also a tribe of the Demon Sect. However, although the tribes of the Demon Sect are extremely loyal to the Demon Sect, they may not be close friends with each other. Especially after the Battle of Zhongli, due to the continuous losses of the Demon Sect tribes, the Demon Sect has admitted some new tribes in an extraordinary way.

Many of these new tribes are extremely talented but very unruly people. These people are not confidant to the previous demon clans.

They even challenged the original Demon Sect members with great convenience.

The Demon Sect did not stop this challenge, and he even felt that it could be more intense.

Because the reason why all these surviving demon clan members are powerful and terrifying is that they always grow up in a harsh and cruel environment. They are like wolf kings on the wasteland. Similar challenges will only make them maintain more wolf nature and make them even more terrifying.

At this time, the practitioner under this yellow paper umbrella was the newly admitted tribe of the Demon Sect after the Battle of Zhongli. He wished that Helan Heiyun would be killed here. Even before a breath, he thought that Helan Heiyun would definitely die.

He did not expect that Helan Black Cloud could block this formation and then resolutely escape from the temple without any fighting.

So he sighed regretfully.

While his regretful voice sounded, he vaguely heard a sound of almost the same sound in the direction where Helan Black Cloud escaped.

It was definitely not the echo of the sound he made, but someone else.

He was surprised who would let out such a sigh on Helan Heiyun's retreat, but at this time he had no time to care about who it was.

In this plan against Rong Yi and others, he himself was the last move after Helan Heiyun’s failure.

In his opinion, Rong Yi's formation was blocked by Helan Black Cloud at this time, which was his best time to take action.

The yellow paper umbrella in his hand slowly rotated.

A strange colorful glow appeared on the edge of the yellow paper umbrella.

"idiot!"

Helan Heiyun was still fleeing in a hurry, and she could clearly hear the sigh on her way back. She was one of the organizers of the assassination, so she knew very well that the sigh should come from her enemy. However, sensing the action of the practitioner, these two words still appeared in her mind uncontrollably. At this time, she still felt that the practitioner was too stupid.

The cultivator holding a yellow paper umbrella felt that this was the best time, and that Rong Yi's power was suppressed and the weakest moment, but she knew very well that the next blow was Rong Yi's real and most fatal blow.

So the only result of this practitioner holding a yellow paper umbrella choosing to take action at this time is to bear this blow for her, just like becoming her scapegoat.

...

The sky of Yongning Temple is covered with dark clouds.

Between the sky and the ground, countless blue-black snowflakes like wings float.

A whimpering sound rang out from the monk's house in the distance.

The moment the piano sounded, even the copper bells hanging everywhere in Yongning Temple cracked.

Rong Yi also felt the murderous intent coming from behind him at this moment.

He didn't know why the practitioner holding a yellow paper umbrella was in his formation, but he had never noticed it. However, once the practitioner holding a yellow paper umbrella showed his aura, in his perception, the body of the practitioner and the yellow paper umbrella in his hand were extremely bright in the dark clouds and dense snow at this time.

In his perception, it was like a boundless darkness, another rising sun rose.

The traces of Helan black clouds had disappeared in his perception, so this practitioner who exuded murderous intentions on him became his best target at this time.

The paint color on the scorching sun pattern under the eaves of Yongning Temple Hall suddenly flew out.

It is not cracked or peeled off, but it is shot out like sharp arrows.

This scorching sun was completely dimmed due to the barrier of the Helan black cloud energy. However, the moment these paint colors were shot out, a more intense light lit up in the center of the scorching sun.

These lights are real sword lights.

An extremely pure and sharp sword light.

It was like the arrogant light that suddenly unsheathed after being warmed into the sword sheath for many years.

The paint color is followed by the flying shooting of masonry and dust.

Nine swords emerged from this wall.

These nine swords do not require the power of this formation, because they themselves are an independent formation.

The face of the practitioner under the yellow paper umbrella suddenly turned as white as the wall under the paint.

The colorful color on the edge of his yellow paper umbrella was about to fly away from the umbrella cover, but at this moment, he finally realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

These nine swords were obviously far away from him, but they had just drilled out of the wall, but nine unrivaled auras had already pierced out of the ground under his feet.

Puff puff puff puff puff...

Many blood fountains surged from his body, and broken flesh spurted out from his body and sprayed into the sky.
Chapter completed!