In the face of an absolutely strong enemy, heroes were futile. There was no way out.
Zhao Yun couldn't help but think of Chu Bawang by the Wu River. He thought of the tragic "Song of the Underworld" when he fought with Luo Tianjun, "I have the strength to pick up mountains, my spirit is unparalleled.
Time is unfavorable, yet it never dies. What can I do if it never dies? What can I do if it never dies? "
Fate made fools of people. Even the unparalleled Chu Bawang had to commit suicide with hatred.
The heavens were heartless. Even the talented Li Qinglian had no choice but to drink the bitter wine and sing, "Who shall I be?"
But Zhao Yun didn't give up. He still held his sword in his hand and tried to stand up.
When Ziwei's vicious and proud eyes focused on his face, an inextinguishable flame burned in Zhao Yun's heart.
"I'm not dead yet! Since I'm still alive, why can't I defeat Ziwei? Why can't I save Haitang? Why must I be so weak and admit defeat to fate?
Even if all the heroes choose bitter defeat and bow their heads in hatred, I'm Zhao Yun!
I'm loved by all, and I have so many things to do. I haven't found Senior Brother, I haven't saved Ling Ye Lai, I haven't …
If I'm really the one who colludes with the ancient secret and opens Haotian's destiny, I shouldn't have failed so easily. "
"I'm Zhao Yun! They didn't let me down in this life. Even if I have to give it my all, I won't allow myself to let them down. "
To hell with my unlucky, to hell with my powerless. Today, I'm not only going to save Sister Miao, I'm going to let everyone leave safe and sound!
His obsession was like an inconspicuous drop of water in the boundless desert, but it turned the entire desert into a paradise of fragrant grass in an instant.
Zhao Yun's ten trembling fingers struggled to support herself on the ground. She lifted her heavy body and resolutely sprinkled away the blood stains of the so-called failure. She slowly pointed the tip of the Mighty Fighting Divine Sword at the Ziwei, at all the heroes present.
Even though he had clearly detected that Zhao Yun's True Power had been exhausted, and even though he was certain that Zhao Yun was only doing ridiculous actions that were not threatening at all, Ziwei's gaze could not help but be tainted with a layer of worry.
The faint fear in the depths of his heart that he couldn't get rid of grew like bamboo shoots after the rain. "Zhao Yun's fearlessness and Zhao Yun's fearlessness are even more extreme than mine. It was as if there was no one in the world that could shake this young man's will. It's laughable that my firm Dao heart, which has been tempered by wind and rain for decades, was still cracked by him. "
But the more this was the case, the more Ziwei could not allow any accidents to happen. In order to be foolproof, he didn't even care about his identity as a grandmaster. He gathered all of his Tian Yuan True Qi and launched a dazzling golden light at Zhao Yun with a move called "Dao Heart for Eternity".
Zhao Yun understood in her heart that the power of this golden light was enough to make her completely unconscious and unconscious.
"But Zhao Yun will not let you do as you wish!"
Zhao Yun raised her sword and slowly welcomed Ziwei's fierce attack with the tip of the sword.
Zhao Yun's sword was called Moon Filling the West Tower.
Silently, he went up the West Tower alone. The moon was like a hook, and the lonely wutong was deep in the courtyard.
When the bright moonlight filled the entire West Tower, there was the regret of "Where are the people who came to watch the moon? The scenery is vaguely like last year". There was the bitterness of "The fan cut the moon's soul is unable to hide its shame, and the sound of thunder cannot be heard". There was the suspense of "Only the moon in the spring court is affectionate, and the person who left looks at the fallen flowers".
But in the midst of despair and pain, there was still hope, waiting, and perseverance. Otherwise, she wouldn't have climbed the tall building alone. She wouldn't have been able to see the watery moonlight at the end of the road.
When Zhao Yun waved the Mighty Fighting Sword without hesitation, her stubborn mind had completely ignored the strength of the enemy. She only remembered to fulfill the promise in her heart.
"Today, no one can stop me!"
A swordsman's heart is precious. Even if it was hastily used and there were still flaws; even if it lacked vital energy and strength, Zhao Yun's "Moon Filling the West Tower", which flashed with extreme sword intent, was completely natural and wonderful. It was the number one sword move in the world that could only be encountered by chance and not sought.
The power of this sword may not be comparable to Li Qinglian's Green Lotus Sword Technique, but it finally completely got rid of Li Qinglian's shadow. It was truly a sword technique created by Zhao Yun.
Looking at the Mighty Fighting Sword slowly moving forward, Ziwei was still chuckling. "Evildoers and evildoers can never cover the light of justice."
But it was only for a moment, Ziwei couldn't laugh anymore.
He didn't know when, but there was only a dazzling white in his eyes. It was a powerful force that he couldn't imagine or describe. "How can it be? How can Zhao Yun still have such power! "
His breathing stopped in an instant. He only hoped that time could also stop. He only hoped that he still had a chance to regret.
Unfortunately, he didn't.
Pu!
This time, the blood was spat out from Ziwei's mouth, and his noble body was instantly cut by the white light, leaving countless deep bloody marks.
Pu! Pu! Pu!
At the same time, the tens of thousands of heroes present spat out blood at the same time. It was like a fountain of blood erupting, and a sea of blood overflowed. The entire Lingyun Temple was dyed red with blood.
Wang Yasheng, Chu Bi Rou, and the other sect leaders hurriedly circulated their energy to protect their disciples. Although they saved everyone's lives, they were severely injured and vomited blood non-stop. As for those with lower cultivation, Golden Elixir, and Nascent Soul cultivators, they could only blame themselves for their bad luck. Before they could kill the evildoer, they had already died on the spot.
Evil Young Master was severely injured again and vomited blood. In a hurry, he asked in surprise, "Ye Feng, why aren't you affected?" His charming face immediately turned pale, and the light in his eyes disappeared without a trace. He muttered, "What a terrifying sword, unparalleled!"
Ye Feng did not take the opportunity to attack. Instead, he stood there in a daze. For the first time, he revealed an expression of disbelief and admiration. "This sword is the best in the world!"
This white sword light that flowed through tens of thousands of heroes did not flow to Madame Haitang, Hu Qing, Hu Lan, and Wang Yue.
This all-pervasive and infinitely powerful sword was actually able to control the power of the sword with such precision that it did not harm a single ally. This was truly a fantasy story that shocked the world.
Such a sword should have been released by a True Immortal in the heavens. How could it appear in the mortal world?
At this moment, even though there were corpses all around them, even though their bodies were riddled with wounds, the surviving heroes were silent. They only looked at that person and that sword in a daze.
"Ding, ding dong." In the Empty Residence Mountain that was surrounded by immortal fog, Luo Tianjun suddenly ordered, "Stop this' Empty Mountain Bird Song 'and play' The Great Wind Rises' for me."
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