There was a crack on the stone window of the Wanyan Pagoda, caused by a sword. Snowflakes drifted in through the broken window and fell on Master Huang Yang's blood-stained kasaya. But the sword had disappeared.
Yu Lian felt the sharp sword style coming back from behind. She frowned and waved her hand to sweep the snowflakes into the sky to resist the falling Divine Light of Tianqi. Then she finally took a step forward.
She looked like a cute and ordinary little girl. But as she took a step forward, her aura suddenly changed greatly, as if she had turned into an army of thousands of men and horses.
Her feet did not seem to be stepping on the shallow snow on the street, but on the vast wilderness. Her feet were like hammers, and the earth was like a drum. The ground of Southern City shook along with her footsteps!
The wind and snow dissipated. Yu Lian broke through the wind and blew the snow away. In an instant, she took only one step forward and arrived in front of the Qingshui Agency's yamen dozens of feet away. She punched at the Abbey Dean's face.
Her fist was very small and looked as cute as cotton candy. But the Abbey Dean's expression suddenly became extremely serious, even more serious than when he saw Yu Lian display the Divine Demon Realm, which was above the Five States.
Because Yu Lian was not only the Third Sister of the Academy, but also the Grandmaster of the Devil's Doctrine. Her fist represented the foundation of the Devil's Doctrine, which was power.
As the most talented Grandmaster of the Devil's Doctrine in a thousand years, Yu Lian in this state was undoubtedly qualified to be called a grandmaster of the generation. She was qualified to challenge powerhouses of any state.
The Abbey Dean was very clear that the small fist that broke through the snow looked harmless and even a little weak. But if the fist landed on something, it could knock down a mountain.
There was no wind when the palm was raised, but it was as soft as a thin snow falling into the lake.
The Abbey Dean stretched out his right palm and blocked Yu Lian's fist.
He was not knocked down by the small but terrifying fist, because he was not a mountain or a river. He was an ocean that could hold hundreds of rivers, and he was the air that filled the world.
Looking at the palm in front of the fist and the Abbey Dean who was close to her, Yu Lian's childish face showed no emotion. She was extremely calm, which gave her a sense of enchantment.
With a snap, the snow on the ground of the long street bounced off the ground. Countless cracks appeared on the hard bluestone ground, like a spider web.
Yu Lian's right foot that fell behind stepped on the center of the spider web. The power that she had been accumulating for 23 years seemed endless. It gushed out from her petite body to the street.
Her black ponytail was shaken loose and fluttered behind her like a whip, lashing the snowflakes miserably. Streams of energy were like sharp blades that carved deep marks on the wall.
She did not use the Heavenly Demonic Realm, nor did she create another small world. She did not use any mysterious methods. She only used her simplest and most reliable method to coldly throw it over.
Dharma. She used, and she used it. Dharma.
On the snowy street, there was only the whistling of power. In that instant, even the natural energy of the universe was forced to flee into the distance by the power of this petite body.
Under such circumstances, the Abbey Dean could not enter the Distanceless State even if she withdrew the small world. He could only face her fist and resist her power.
She was the Grandmaster of the Devil's Doctrine. She seemed weak, but she had the most powerful power in the world. She believed that even the Abbey Dean could only run away from her power.
Because no matter how much it looked like an ocean, it was not a real ocean.
What could you do when you couldn't run away?
On the street, the pure and absolute power roared. The Abbey Dean's Taoist bun was cut off. His long hair danced behind his green Taoist robe. He looked embarrassed.
Yu Lian looked at him. She wanted to know the answer.
She would know the answer soon.
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The Abbey Dean's hair fell in front of his eyes. His eyes were as calm as an ancient well.
Then, a snowflake floated in front of his eyes. It went through his eyelashes and his black pupils.
The pure white snowflake seemed to enter his black pupils.
The color of his black pupils gradually faded.
Or, the snowflake in his eyes became darker.
It was gray.
The Abbey Dean's eyes turned grey and misty.
The deep well that was not afraid of wind and rain became a skeleton at the bottom of the well.
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The Abbey Dean's eyes became gray.
Yu Lian felt her power draining away like the wind. Her face turned pale.
At this moment, she thought of a certain rumor, and her eyes suddenly went cold while a strand of unrestrainable rage arose in her heart.
She was not going to stop.
After she entered the Academy, the Headmaster only taught her one thing. That was writing.
Writing was a world of its own. It was also a way to purify one's mind and control one's anger. Because the Headmaster knew that she liked to get angry, especially after she became a girl. So she had never been angry in the past 23 years.
But she was very angry now.
She had always hated the scumbags in Taoism.
The Abbey Dean was undoubtedly the worst scumbag in Taoism. When he used the modified Enlightenment Doctrine to deal with her, the Grandmaster of the Enlightenment Doctrine, she was extremely angry.
The Abbey Dean looked at her eyes quietly.
His eyes were so gray, so calm, and so dead.
The snowflakes dancing on the street fell to the ground miserably as if they had lost the support of the airflow.
They were like cicadas whose wings were torn off.
If things went on like this, either the Abbey Dean would win with the Grey Eyes first, or Yu Lian would kill him before her power disappeared.
The probability of the latter was about 20%.
But Yu Lian's anger was suppressed by the Headmaster for 23 years. Once it was ignited, it could start a prairie fire.
So she wanted to bet on the 20%.
More importantly, she was very clear that she could only have the 20% chance by following her heart's desire to fight for 23 years. Once she missed it, she did not know if she would have the chance again.
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There was one person who was not willing to bet on the 20% chance for Yu Lian.
Because he was the Eldest Brother. If he was in a desperate situation and had to gamble with his life, he thought he should be the one to do it. He could not let his Junior Sister do it.
In the wind and snow, the old cotton-padded jacket appeared in front of Yu Lian.
It also appeared in front of the Abbey Dean's Grey Eyes.
The old cotton-padded jacket was stained with blood, but still clean.
Just like the scholar in the cotton-padded jacket, who had traveled thousands of mountains and rivers and was covered with dust, but still clean.
It was pure and clean. Without any color, it could not be dyed or stolen by you.
The old cotton-padded jacket fluttered in the wind. The Eldest Brother's breath was calm and did not overflow.
He raised the wooden stick in his hand.
The Abbey Dean took a step back.
The Eldest Brother picked up the wooden stick and knocked on the street covered with light snow.
Every hit was a wooden fence.
He was the first disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy. He knew the God-stunning Array better than anyone else.
As he knocked, he borrowed the aura of Heaven and Earth in Chang 'an.
After several hits, a thick city wall that had weathered thousands of years of wind and rain appeared on the snowy street.
The Abbey Dean was on the other side of the city wall.
He and Yu Lian were on the other side of the city wall.
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The Abbey Dean reached into the snowy sky and grabbed the Taoist Sword that flew back from the Wanyan Tower.
Then he raised the sword and stabbed at the city wall in front of him.
His sword strike was similar to Yu Lian's punch earlier.
It was extremely pure and extremely powerful.
There was no power, only Taoism.
The Taoist Sword carried the Sword Taoism that he had been immersed in for a lifetime.
The city wall suddenly broke.
A clear sword mark appeared on the wooden stick.
The Sword Edge rolled over the wooden stick like the wind and snow, and stabbed into the Eldest Brother's left shoulder.
The Sword Edge went into the cotton jacket for three inches, and blood started to appear.
Yu Lian reached out and grabbed the Eldest Brother's waist, like catching a cat.
She was extremely powerful, so she was extremely fast.
The Sword Edge moved forward.
But it was gradually pulled out from the cotton jacket.
Because her hand was faster than the Abbey Dean's sword.
The Eldest Brother's straw sandals slid on the snow.
He raised the stick and hit again.
The Abbey Dean looked calm and raised the sword to stab again.
Yu Lian whistled, and the snow under the eaves collapsed.
The roar that burst forth from her petite body was like a thunderclap that descended from the heavens.
She withdrew all her power, and then concentrated it on her right fist and punched forward.
The wind and snow covered the gap of the God-stunning Array like cicada wings, refracting the sunlight and emitting a golden luster, like countless golden leaves.
At this moment, Yu Lian withdrew her aura, and her world naturally collapsed.
The golden snowflakes above Chang 'an burned violently, so beautiful that it made people's hearts palpitate.
The snow was burning.
The snow was finally melted, and a crack appeared.
The majestic power from the sky finally fell on the snowy street.
A field of light, boundless light, covered everything.
The three auras, with their own invincible power or the majestic Qi of Heaven and Earth, collided together.
The wind and snow roared, the walls and eaves were broken, and the houses along the street were all shaken into ruins.
The wind and snow gradually calmed down. The Eldest Brother and Yu Lian had retreated to the North Street hundreds of feet away.
The Eldest Brother was covered in blood, especially the sword wound on his shoulder, which looked particularly terrible.
Yu Lian was not injured, but her face was a little pale.
All of a sudden, rain started to fall.
Both of their clothes were wet from the rain.
It was winter, and it snowed last night.
But it rained in Chang 'an today.
The rain was very strange.
Not only the time, but also the pattern of the rain.
The rain didn't fall anywhere else.
Everywhere else in Chang 'an was still snowing.
Only the southern part of the Vermilion Bird Avenue was gradually soaked.
Because the rain didn't come from the clouds, but from the sky.
The snow melted by the fire turned into water and fell down, wetting the long street.
Yu Lian looked at the other end of the street, feeling that the winter rain was a little cold.
The smoke and dust from the collapsed houses along the street was gradually suppressed by the rain.
The figure of the Abbey Dean appeared again.
He threw the hilt in his hand into the snow pile by the street.
His Taoist Sword was smashed by the Eldest Brother's wooden stick.
But other than that, he was not injured.
His green robe was wet, but it was not blood.
The Abbey Dean walked on the shallow snow.
He walked in the wind and rain.
Every step he took left a footprint on the snow.
The rainwater falling from the sky accumulated into an ocean in that footprint.
The small ocean was very calm, reflecting the scene in the sky like a mirror.
Above Chang 'an, the line of snow sky was still burning.
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(Today is the New Year's Eve and the leader's birthday. Let's celebrate together. This scene is so beautiful. If I make a movie in the future, I must not delete this scene.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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