Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

The winding path leads to a secluded and lonely courtyard.

The clouds cover the sun, and the saints are everywhere.

Everyone stared at Huang Qiyun, who was still smiling even though he was imprisoned, and they couldn't help but feel a little admiration and solemnity in their hearts.

Ask yourself, if they were in this situation, it would be the limit for them to not lose their composure. Their minds would only be full of thoughts about how to leave and struggle to survive. However, Huang Qiyun put on a full-strength response attitude, and his mentality was not affected at all. Instead, it seemed that he had let go of his hands and feet.

Shan Kui stood up, more than two meters taller than the rockery next to him. He pressed his bare hands on the rock and immediately left five finger marks on the rockery: "You are very courageous and bold. Are you not going to take action?"

"The night is long and dreams are many. You must take action when it is time." Wenshushan also said this, but his eyes glanced at the other people.

Purple Cloud Sword Saint grasped the hilt of the sword and nodded slightly, but did not start directly.

At this time, they were not being modest to each other, but waiting for an opportunity.

Although they were outnumbered, the martial arts masters on the scene rarely participated in this level of encirclement and suppression, and they did not know the depth of Huang Qiyun's strength. If they wanted to rush in, it would not be appropriate. If they wanted to cooperate with each other, they would also need tacit understanding, so someone needed to start.

Although the round-robin battle was the most stable way, it was also the most time-consuming.

After thinking about it, no one stood up and took the initiative to start.

Huang Qiyun smiled: "Are you all so humble?"

Raised her wrist and picked a burning flame lotus from her gorgeous clothes.

"Then let me... invite you all to enjoy it together!"

She suddenly crushed the flames in her hand and scattered them around. In the spinning dance steps, it was like scattering petals in all directions. The movements were as soft and beautiful as a ballet dancer, without the slightest killing intent, but the first reaction of the many martial arts masters surrounding them was not to rush forward but to retreat, instantly opening the encirclement.

The moment Changsun Ziyun pulled back to distance herself, her movements paused slightly. She looked down and saw a bone-like hand on the ground grabbing her ankle and fixing her in place.

A butterfly seemed to be flapping its wings in front of her, flying in the fire. The bright red wings of the butterfly were clearly the fluttering sleeves of Huang Qiyun. She raised her palm and pressed lightly. Ziyun Sword Saint raised his sword to intercept. The sword body was pressed down by three inches, and the sword aura covering the sword body was also covered with tiny cracks.

Changsun Ziyun was about to collapse, but the encirclement of the four people was not so easy to break through.

Clang clang clang——!

The sound of the iron chain was heavy and dull, and the thorny chain ball brushed Huang Qiyun's shoulder with the sound of metal friction.

She was sure that she was not touched, but when she looked down, her wrist was already entangled by the iron chain, and the flame vision that had originally condensed on her arm and sleeve suddenly dissipated.

She immediately grabbed the chain with one hand and pulled it towards herself. She stood there trying to stabilize her body. She saw the fire butterfly turn back and rush towards her. She raised her hand to recall the chain ball, and the weapon drew a curve in the air.

I thought this move could force Huang Qiyun, but unexpectedly, she raised her lips and smiled, and then her clothes fluttered. The chain ball passed through the corner of her clothes, bypassed her slender waist, and flew straight towards the direction of Ziyun Sword Saint.

Changsun Ziyun wanted to chase after it, but saw the chain ball coming towards him, so he could only swing his sword to intercept it. The two saintly moves collided with each other, and a gust of wind pressure burst out in the garden courtyard, but surprisingly, the place here was not destroyed, only the blue bricks were slightly cracked.

The energy fluctuations generated by the collision of moves also interfered with the vision. Huang Qiyun touched the void with her toes, trying to increase the distance and fly out of the garden, but she rose to a height of 20 to 30 meters and still could not see beyond the surrounding walls.

At the same time, a cage came down from the sky. This cage seemed to be made of ink, full of the style of ink painting, and the air was filled with the fragrance of ink.

Wenshushan had a brush in his hand and wrote the word "prison" in the air.

The calligraphy saint draws words as prison.

"You have nowhere to go with the net of heaven and earth."

"Really?"

Huang Qiyun grabbed the edge of the ink-colored cage with one hand and slammed his head directly into it. His body was ignited with green flames. Hundreds of thousands of eerie white bones multiplied wildly from the cage. After just three seconds, they instantly filled the field of vision, and the next moment they broke out of the cage.

The bloodstained white bones crawled on the burning ground, like evil ghosts crawling out of hell, exuding an aura that was incompatible with the world of the living.

"Little trick!"

The burly Shankui directly hit the bones, looking like a bowling ball hitting a glass bottle, and the crushing mass pressure crushed countless bones along the way.

But when Shan Kui smashed through the group of bones, he found that only a piece of Huang Qiyun's sleeve was left, and her body was missing.

"Where is it?" Shan Kui looked around, stomped on the ground, and the circular air wave suppressed all the bones around and broke apart.

Everyone was alert and searched for Huang Qiyun's whereabouts. Only this garden could hide people, and she obviously couldn't go far.

The leader dropped the spiked chain ball in his hand, and suddenly, it moved strangely, like a venomous snake that found its prey, and shot out, aiming at Wenshushan.

Wenshushan also realized the danger coming, picked up the pen and wrote, and finished it in one go.

—— Ding!

Although the word Ding can't be as magical as the body-fixing technique, it is enough to make the opponent's movement stop for a second.

Behind her was Huang Qiyun, who had broken out of the ground. She slapped the back of the Sage of Books with one palm, and his movements were restricted and stagnated for a second. Although she broke the defensive holy domain of the Sage of Books, she was also hit by the leader who came to search for her.

Wenshushan was hit on the back and spurted out a mouthful of blood. He immediately crashed into the fake stone hill and was in a mess.

Huang Qiyun was thrown sideways and flew out. She forced herself to lift up again in the air, avoiding the grabbing action of the leader of the mountain, and landed on the ground in a crawling manner.

As she landed, a glass bottle slipped out of her pocket. She drank a big gulp of bright red medicine. Suddenly, the bowl-sized wound on her waist that was bleeding profusely and the damaged internal organs began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hu..." Huang Qiyun exhaled slowly.

At the cost of exchanging injuries for injuries, Wenshushan would definitely not fight with her. He was injured to this point, and he had no way to intercept him.

After successfully dealing with Wenshushan, Huang Qiyun used the same trick again and looked for an opportunity to take off.

But when she pulled it up to a height of 100 feet, she found that the height of the surrounding walls did not change at all, and the speed seemed to be getting slower and slower.

Purple Cloud Sword Saint chased after her with his sword and shot her down again in the garden courtyard.

"There is something strange here, what did you do?" Huang Qiyun asked in a low voice.

"You can't get out, don't waste your energy." The chief of the police said lightly.

This place has been set up in advance with the "Sumeru Formation". Its function is quite simple, which is to expand the space and expand the garden-sized venue to many times the original size, so as to facilitate the battle of the canonization and prevent the aftermath from spreading to the entire city.

At the same time, it will also restrict the people inside within the range of the formation. The closer to the border, the more its space will expand exponentially, and eventually it will become an exponential increase, and it will never touch the edge.

But it is only effective for the inside. Once it is broken from the outside, it will quickly collapse like glass with broken corners.

If you must crack it from the inside, you must get the formation plate, and this formation plate is the fan held in the hands of the second prince.

Huang Qiyun looked around and exhaled lightly.

She knew that she had to use some of her best tricks today.

She had originally wanted to save them for Huang Yanxia...

She slowly put her fingertips together, and the countless bones scattered in the venue gathered and piled up towards the center, and soon a small hill more than ten meters high was cast. The flames gushed out indiscriminately around, forming a city wall. The scene was very strange.

Even the martial arts champions did not dare to approach rashly, after all, their defense was not very good, and there was no holy domain protection.

The sword energy of the Purple Cloud Sword Saint would be automatically intercepted by this small mountain of bones.

No one knew what Huang Qiyun was going to do at this time, except herself.

The second prince shouted: "Everyone, hurry up! Don't hold back now!"

The remaining three intact people looked at each other and nodded.

Each showed his unique skills and bombarded the small mountain of bones.

The two semi-saint puppets also took action directly.

Xu Ergou, who was hiding in the dark, pinched the bowstring.

In the center of the hill of bones, Huang Qiyun was bent over, hugging her knees with her hands, experiencing some huge changes, and bright red lines were spreading and climbing along her snow-white skin.

Above the courtyard, the wind and clouds gathered, and the wind was howling, as if foreshadowing that some great terror was brewing.

…

The City Lord's Mansion.

In the room.

Huang Yanxia could feel that two major events were happening in Gelu City, a battle at the level of canonization, and the noise was too loud to be concealed.

"Who is doing it?"

She asked: "There are two places."

"It has nothing to do with you, and it has nothing to do with me."

Shen Xiruo poured a glass of water and handed it over: "Let's drink water, chat, play chess... It's all right."

Huang Yanxia was very perceptive: "The people you are besieging are Huang Qiyun and Mr. Bai, right?"

Shen Xiruo shook her head: "No."

"You are still lying to me!"

"I didn't participate in it. They are the ones who are besieging. It has nothing to do with me." Shen Xiruo held her cheek: "I'm just watching you here. I can't let you leave this room."

"What if I have to go!" Huang Yanxia held the sword and stared into Shen Xiruo's eyes.

The third apprentice of Wuxian first had a serious look in her eyes, and then turned into a joke. She said lazily and casually: "... Then go, I won't fight with you. There is no benefit if I win, and it's even more embarrassing if I lose."

Huang Yanxia walked out the door without saying a word.

"But..." Shen Xiruo stopped her: "Even if you go, what's the use?"

"Which side are you going to help? Which side are you going to go first? What are you going to do?"

"Do you want to help others to encircle and suppress Huang Qiyun, or help Huang Qiyun leave?"

"Do you want to join forces with Mr. Bai to deal with my master; or do you want to deal with Mr. Bai with my master?"

"Before leaving here, I suggest you think about all the above questions carefully, think clearly, and then go out... Otherwise, if you go to the scene, it will only add to your troubles, and you won't even have the chance to draw your sword."

Huang Yanxia stood in front of the threshold, the sunlight divided the inside and outside of the room, she held the sword, caught in a struggle between heaven and man, not knowing where to go.

After a while, she still rushed away.

Shen Xiruo slapped her thigh behind her and hurriedly caught up: "Stop right there!"

Huang Yanxia turned around and said: "Don't you care!"

"I just said it, why do you take it seriously!"

Huang Yanxia flew on the sword, and her speed was obviously faster than Shen Xiruo.

She also arrived at the destination earlier.

She didn't know which side she could see Huang Qiyun on, so she could only choose one side in advance.

It just so happened that the breath on one side had become almost stable, and it seemed that the result of this battle had already come out.

When Huang Yanxia landed, she looked around and soon saw a familiar figure standing in the smoke. He stood with his hands behind his back, his back to the two of them, as if he was thinking about something.

"Master." Shen Xiruo took a step too late and called out after seeing him.

"I've seen Wu Xian." Huang Yanxia clasped her fists and asked, "Excuse me, are you the only one here?"

Martial Immortal King Fuyue said calmly: "You are a little late. He has already taken a step ahead."

Shen Xiruo looked at the old man in surprise.

The other party could actually escape from his master's hands?

Does that person named Bai have such strength?

But the master seemed to be intact, so why didn't he catch up?

"Escape is only temporary." Wang Shuyue said: "They may not be able to leave Gelu City."

Shen Xiruo asked strangely: "Why didn't the master stop him?"

Wu Xian said nothing, just lowered his head and glanced at his left sleeve.

The two women were shocked.

Because below Wang Shuyue's left shoulder, there is only a sleeve left and nothing else.

The most powerful martial arts immortal in the world today actually lost one of his hands!

"Master!" Shen Xiruo hurriedly walked over: "You..."

"Just one arm, what does it matter?" Wang Shuyue turned around, with no trace of annoyance or anger on his face, but a bit of joy: "I haven't had such a happy fight with someone for a long time, exchanging arms is not a big deal. It’s worth it.”

Then, he said with some regret: "It's a pity that this kid was in a hurry to leave to save people, so he took action in a hurry and exchanged injuries for injuries regardless of the consequences, so as to hinder my pursuit... He must not have tried his best, but he still wanted to stay." Use your spare time to save people.”

"It's a pity that I came here with pleasure, but I can't return with all the pleasure."

A gust of wind blew by, making Wu Xian's sleeves rustle.

After a long time, Shen Xiruo asked: "Then, what's next..."

"I don't care." Wang Shuyue said calmly: "I have already lost an arm, and I don't want to lose another head over this matter. I want to go back to the city lord's mansion to rest... Jiankui, please do it yourself, whatever you choose is up to you. It’s up to you.”

After saying this, the old man left through the air.

Shen Xiruo looked around and found a severed arm among the traces left by the battle.

This arm was picked up by Huang Yanxia next to her: "Maybe if I catch up now, I can catch it in time."

"Do you really want to go there?" Shen Xiruo said with some flinch: "I'm really afraid that he will kill us two casually."

"I had a reason to go."

Huang Yanxia left a sentence without saying more, and pursued her with her sword.

Just as they were taking off, there was suddenly a violent space rhythm all around them. The two of them fell back to the ground and looked at each other.

"There is a strange phenomenon in heaven and earth. Is it possible that the other side is also trying their best?"

…

In the deep courtyard at this time.

Light and shadow intersect on the Bone Hill.

As Huang Qiyun opened his eyes, violent fire burst out from the mountain, like a volcano erupting, with blazing light, red, cyan, white, and black flames flowing freely and surrounding him.

On the top of the white-capped bone hill, Huang Qiyun's long hair had turned as red as blood. Bloody lines covered the ice muscle and snow bones, and even his pitch-black eyes had turned bright red.

She opened her hands as if embracing the sky, her sleeves fluttering violently in the wind, and her whole body exuded a strange light that made people dare not look directly.

On the top of the Bone Mountain, she turned her body alone, swayed her graceful figure, and stepped on her dance steps.

Then the entire manor began to burn, and one after another white bones crawled out of the ground.

Inside the Xumi Formation, the compressed sky began to glow with red-orange fire. The huge sky fire ignited every corner of the garden, and also ignited the unreachable sky and earth.

If this were placed in Kaolu City, perhaps the entire city would instantly turn into a scorching hell, and countless people would be scorched and vaporized by the flames in an instant.

Huang Qiyun opened his mouth and let out a high-pitched chant to the sky... It was obviously a beautiful voice singing, but it brought a fatal impact.

The entire Sumeru Formation was shaking violently, and ripples appeared in the space, like ocean waves that were constantly superimposing. Countless bones on the ground also opened their mouths to the sky, making some unknown sound, as if they were celebrating. , and seemed to be mourning.

In the rain of fire that filled the sky, the saints were showing their magical powers to support.

If their knowledge was a little deeper, they would have known that they had been completely pulled into the realm belonging to Huang Qiyun at this time. It was dangerous to pull other saints into the holy realm, but the methods used by Huang Qiyun It is completely different from the appearance of seeking Taoism and canonization, because her sanctuary seems to have no so-called boundaries at all.

Generally speaking, the sanctuary is a shell, and inside is a small world that belongs to the saint.

Canonization that has reached the realm of external manifestation can temporarily expand the sanctuary and let it cover the real world, but the sanctuary will never disappear.

But this situation doesn't seem to exist for Huang Qiyun... She doesn't have a holy realm at all, but she can easily manifest her 'Tao'.

The result was the scene in front of me.

Everything burned in flames.

Only Huang Qiyun stood on the top of the Bone Mountain, spinning and dancing, enjoying alone in the destruction he had created with his own hands.

"It's just crazy..." For the first time, the captain had a numb scalp and palpitations.

"Her move will definitely not last long." Ziyun Sword Master said: "Wait until she is exhausted!"

"I'm afraid I can't last that long." Shan Kui lowered his head and looked at his body. He could feel that his flesh and blood were being refined and dissolved in the fire. His life, realm, cultivation, and even his soul were gradually being melted by the fire. Be nothing.

Huang Qiyun on the top of White Bone Mountain let out an enchanting laugh.

"This is the karmic dance of the demons that burns away the world."

"Once I start, even I can't stop."

"Until I can no longer dance, please take your time and watch."

"This witch!" the captain said angrily: "We can't wait any longer, we must fight to the death while we still have some strength!"

"Oh……"

Huang Qiyun jumped up slightly, and then the fire of destruction that burned the world spread again, causing ripples.

Feng Sheng, who had just tried to take the lead, was forced to bow his head and return to his original position.

The second prince was protected by two semi-holy puppets, but one of them had been roasted into charcoal in the flames and was beginning to malfunction.

His expression changed drastically, and he asked for help again and again: "Everyone, do it quickly!"

The prince could hardly hold on any longer.

Naturally, Capture couldn't wait any longer, so he directly threw his hammer, wrapped around the half-holy puppet that was about to be damaged, and smashed it towards the top of the Bone Mountain, then galloped upward: "I'll open the way!"

Shan Kui and Ziyun Sword Master acted at the same time, and even the seriously injured Book Master raised his brush with difficulty and wrote the word "annihilation".

The moment this group of people took action, Huang Qiyun's Heavenly Demon Dance paused for a moment, and then continued dancing without paying any attention.

As she said, once you start, you won't stop until you give up.

Therefore, as the ultimate move, she originally planned to use it to kill Huang Yanxia together.

But I didn't expect it to be released here.

Once Tian Mo Ye Wu is released, she will not be able to leave.

The goal was to break out of the encirclement, but now they have to compete with each other to see who can survive longer. This is undoubtedly putting the cart before the horse.

But she has no better way. The best way to face the siege is to kill them all.

Even if she dies, she will hold on to her last breath and burn everyone here to ashes.

On the top of White Bone Mountain, several people were attacking crazily and continuously, trying to stop Huang Qiyun's Heavenly Demon Dance, but every attack could not make her stop. Every time she came close, she would be swept away and hit by the roaring waves of flames. retreat.

But Huang Qiyun was not uninjured. The sword broke through the curtain of flames and struck her on the shoulder, tearing out a wound. Blood spattered on the bones, and then the fire burned even more vigorously.

Under the onslaught of three people attacking at all costs, she didn't know how many more moves she could sustain.

…

"She's dying!"

"Work harder!"

"We've come this far, what are you still hiding!"

"Xu Er! Release the arrow quickly!"

…

The chaotic shouting was noisy.

Huang Qiyun's figure staggered, and he could no longer tell whether the redder color was the flame or the blood.

Tian Mo Ye Wu's movements were deformed, and she could hardly stand up due to the huge wear and tear.

Her vision became blurry, as if countless past memories flashed before her eyes.

Like a movie that was played quickly.

She remembered the time when she and her sister were dependent on each other as a child, the days of hard training on the Phoenix Platform, the carefree running in the mountains, the first time she ate candied haws, and the sword that pierced her heart. The pain that passed by was helpless and hopeless, and I remembered the loneliness of wandering alone in the world...

Why?

Why should I bear such pain again?

What have I done wrong to not even be allowed to live?

There is obviously nothing wrong with me, but why can't you give me even a little bit of happiness?

It's not me who's wrong, it won't be me.

But there is no room for me... this damn world!

Pain and blood gradually flooded the vision.

His eyes turned red.

Countless intense murderous thoughts surged in crazily.

At this moment, countless evil thoughts surged out.

Huang Qiyun could no longer tolerate other thoughts.

At this moment, she just wants to burn this world and let everything be buried with her.

A voice whispered in a low voice - this is your essence, accept it, accept this fate, and then use your fire, your blood, your hatred, your hatred, and your existence to purify the world!

That's quite right.

Huang Qiyun stretched out his hand, wanting to obey the words of this voice and meet this fate.

But at this moment...

A beam of white light penetrated the eyes surrounded by blood.

Huang Qiyun blinked and saw a familiar face.

The young man hugged her closely and stroked her cheek, dispelling her uneasiness.

"Sorry, I'm late."

The woman stared blankly at this face so close to her, and suddenly realized that she didn't seem to have nothing... In the deepest part of her memory, there should have been the warmth of his hand when he held it, just at this moment. …

Even if you fall into endless hell, there is still someone willing to hold your hand.

Go to hell together.

as always.