Lin Qingyang's determined and confident attitude gave Bi Yue an instinctive fear. Dozens of thick dark red blood vines instantly shot out from the black mist, like poisonous pythons dancing wildly in the sky, strangled Lin Qingyang with a pungent wind!
"Shua--!"
Lin Qingyang's figure instantly disappeared on the spot, leaving only an afterimage. Those violent red vines plunged into the bluestone ground, instantly shattering the hard ground and creating huge ravines.
The next moment, Lin Qingyang appeared in the air in a flash. His eyes were cold, and the Fenghua Sword in his hand drew a perfect silver arc in the void. Countless silver-white wind blades swept out like a violent storm, and the sword energy criss-crossed.
"Zhengzhengzheng--!"
The sharp wind blade instantly cut the thick red vines into countless pieces, and the smelly juice splashed all over the sky. The wind blade continued unabated, and rushed straight towards Bi Yue, tearing numerous holes in his cloak condensed by black mist, and hanging in the air like rags, fluttering with the wind brought by the sword energy.
The red vine fragments that fell to the ground were squirming like broken earthworms, emitting a strange red light, and then gradually began to gather and merge with each other, trying to be reborn again.
Seeing this, Bi Yue sneered disdainfully, "It's useless! I don't have a physical body. No matter how many moves you hit me, it's just a waste of your own spiritual power! Lin Qingyang, you still have no problem with overestimating your capabilities..."
Bi Yue's voice stopped suddenly, and the two scarlet lights in the hood stared at Lin Qingyang in mid-air, and then began to shake in panic.
Lin Qingyang was seen holding the hilt of the Fenghua Sword tightly with both hands, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the sky. In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to be drained out in an instant, and the violent spiritual power centered on him, turning into a huge cyclone visible to the naked eye, tearing at everything around him crazily. The strong wind roared, making his clothes flutter and make a sound, and his long ink hair danced wildly in the wind.
"Lin Qingyang! What are you doing?!" Bi Yue's voice finally showed panic, and she desperately tried to control the red vines on the ground to launch an attack, but the chopped vines were suppressed to the ground under the terrifying spiritual power and could not gather at all!
Lin Qingyang held the violently vibrating Fenghua Sword tightly, his murderous eyes reflected on the sword, a decisive sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, and his voice exploded like thunder in the agitated spiritual power:
"It is true that ordinary moves cannot kill you, but what if it is a move that killed you once? Five hundred years ago, you died from this move - Tianchu!"
The only way to kill Hunsha is to repeat the way it died back then! And Bi Yue was killed by Jiuchen's Heavenly Punishment back then!
"Impossible! That was a trick from five hundred years ago. It was lost after Jiuchen's death. You... how could you do it?!" Bi Yue screamed violently, and the black mist twisted crazily, trying to escape backwards.
"How difficult is it to learn the tricks of my own sect?" Lin Qingyang said loudly through gritted teeth.
At this moment, the heaven and earth changed!
The dark night sky that was originally obscured by the evil spirit was suddenly torn apart by a dazzling aurora that penetrated from the nine heavens. The bright beam of light was like a judgment sent down by the gods, directly bombarding the blade of Fenghua Sword.
The clouds in the sky rolled crazily like raging waves, turning into a huge spiritual vortex. Purple-green thunder shuttled and roared in the clouds like a wild dragon, and the deafening thunder seemed to completely shatter the world. The wind was strong, sand and rocks were flying, and the Fenghua Sword crazily devoured the vast energy between the sky and the earth in the light pillar, emitting bursts of high-pitched dragon roars!
Jian Hong, who was hiding behind the ruins, looked at Lin Qingyang who looked like a god coming to the world in mid-air. His eyes widened and he murmured with trembling lips, "Tian Zhu... It turns out that this is the legendary Tian Zhu! He actually... really learned this trick!"
Yun Zhan next to him also had a face full of shock, and the hand holding the sword was shaking slightly. This was the instinctive awe and surrender that a sword cultivator has when facing the supreme swordsmanship.
The crows surrounding Bi Yue were shattered by this energy and turned into a ball of blood mist and flying black feathers. Bi Yue's cloak was also torn to pieces by the strong wind, leaving only a violently shaking black air mass, which emitted a sharp and painful scream.
"Go to hell!"
Lin Qingyang roared, his expression extremely fierce, and he swung down the Fenghua Sword, which was as heavy as a thousand pieces of metal, with both hands.
Above the sky, the beam of light that fell on the sword instantly turned into the shadow of a bright giant sword that was a hundred feet long! With the supreme pressure of destroying the heaven and earth, slaying evil and demons, the giant sword tore through the void and crashed down towards Bi Yue below!
The moment the giant sword fell, the air in the entire hidden city seemed to freeze.
Bi Yue's black mist was tightly locked under the terrifying pressure of the sword, and there was no way to escape. He looked at the light of destruction getting closer and closer, and his scarlet eyes revealed a strange calmness after the extreme fear.
The second before the giant sword swallowed him completely, a hoarse sigh with a bit of nostalgia floated out of the black mist, "I actually... saw this move again..."
A violent white light exploded, like a scorching sun falling on a long street! The entire hidden city instantly lit up like daylight, and the dazzling light made everyone close their eyes involuntarily.
Under this storm of sword energy, the crazy monsters nearby did not even have time to scream, and were instantly strangled by the overflowing sword energy.
I don't know how long it took before the white light that could destroy the world slowly dissipated.
In the middle of the originally bustling long street, a terrifying sword mark dozens of meters long suddenly appeared, and a row of shops along the way were completely razed to the ground by the sword energy.
There was no longer Bi Yue's shadow in the air, only a few burnt black feathers were left, swirling in the night wind and falling slowly.
Lin Qingyang landed lightly from mid-air and stood firmly on the devastated ruins. The light of the Fenghua Sword in his hand gradually faded and returned to calm.
There was silence all around. Everyone held their breath and looked at him like a monster. With the sound of a few remaining alien monsters being chopped to death, the surroundings became completely quiet.
After a while, Mo Yan walked forward as if he had just woken up from a dream, looked at him up and down, and asked with disbelief on his face, "You... how do you have spiritual power?!"
"You are so powerful, you should have taken action earlier!" Langya picked up his sword and said.
Jian Hong also staggered to his feet with Yun Zhan's support, covering his chest and looking with complicated eyes. "Since you have not lost your spiritual power and can still use the sword... why do you pretend to be a useless person?!"
Everyone around him looked at him with confusion.
Lin Qingyang did not speak, but turned his head slightly, looking across the crowd and looking quietly at Cang Mo who was standing not far away.