The originally tense and anxious scene was suddenly broken by a group of direct disciples from various major sects who were howling like ghosts and wolves.

This surprised everyone present.

When Shen Xinglan saw the clothes worn by the puppets chasing after these disciples, he subconsciously raised his head and saw Shen Sui sitting on the magic sword in mid-air looking down.

Their eyes just happened to meet.

Shen Sui raised his eyebrows, then opened his mouth and silently mouthed a few words to Shen Xinglan.

Shen Xinglan suddenly laughed out loud.

This made the faces of several disciples who were standing beside him and working together to fight the Bifang bird's afterimage look terrified.

Shen Xinglan quickly put away his smile and said to the disciples beside him, "You guys cover Lu Qingwu. I'll take care of that puppet first."

The disciple next to him nodded without raising any objection. After all, this puppet man had driven some disciples who were not strong enough here, and they had to be dealt with.

Shen Xinglan slowly carried the Sun Sword and walked towards the puppet man.

As soon as he moved, the Bifang bird's afterimage let out a sharp cry, and almost the next second, a flame that seemed to be able to burn away all the evil in the world rushed towards Shen Xinglan, making Shen Sui's heart rise to his throat.

But Shen Xinglan didn't move at all, and didn't even raise his eyelids, and saw that the flame was directly blocked by a pale yellow light.

At this time, Lu Qingwu's figure appeared behind the afterimage of the Bifang bird. Green light was flowing around him, but his outstretched hand was wrapped in yellow light.

Is this the double sword?

It was the first time that Shen Sui saw the use of the dual divine swords, which aroused Shen Sui's interest. Perhaps it could increase her combat experience.

Lu Qingwu's face was indifferent. After blocking the attack of the Bifang Bird's afterimage for Shen Xinglan, he was soon faced with a close-range fire attack that was about to rush towards him.

Close-range fire attacks cannot be easily resolved by the magic sword. Lu Qingwu tried to retreat quickly, but the flames had almost condensed.

Suddenly, the sound of a piano was heard.

The close-range flames that were originally about to be sprayed towards Lu Qingwu by the Bifang bird's afterimage were directly stimulated and half of them dissipated, and the remaining flames were easily resolved by Lu Qingwu.

Chen Sui looked at Luo Fanyin who was sitting not far away, and couldn't help but sigh at Luo Fanyin's strong talent in sound cultivation. Even though it was the reason now, the afterimage of the Bifang bird could still be affected by her.

At this time, Shen Xinglan finished dealing with the puppets. Looking at the disciples of the major sects lying on the ground, gasping for breath, Shen Xinglan smiled kindly: "Do you want to leave on your own, or do you want me to take you away?"

"We'll go on our own!"

Almost all the disciples said this in unison. Even though they were exhausted from running all the way here and were lying on the ground, they were still full of energy when answering Shen Xinglan's questions.

Shen Xinglan was very pleased: "It seems that our cultivation world has done quite well in physical training over the years."

The direct disciples of the major sects made bitter faces and began to smash their waist badges one after another.

Chen Sui sat on the magic sword and watched the scene. Soon, more than ten disciples were teleported out to the outer field.

"Alas, Shen Xinglan is sometimes too decisive. Those disciples didn't even struggle and were so proactive." Shen Sui muttered.

Cang Wu said slowly: "I feel that they are more afraid of your senior brother, so they took the initiative to withdraw."

Chen Sui was shocked: "No way, isn't Shen Xinglan so gentle? The speed at which they escaped made Shen Xinglan look like a demon."

"If your senior brother heard you saying this, he would probably get beaten up," Taowu said kindly.

Shen Sui: "...It's okay, I can't kill him anyway."

"You said before that he was very gentle, so in your eyes, not being able to beat him to death is considered gentle, right?" Cangwu said angrily.

Chen Sui sighed, "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

Suddenly, the Bifang bird's afterimage, whose fur was glowing with glazed golden light, began to burn with raging flames, and its cold pupils also glowed with glazed golden light. It stared at everyone, emitting terrifying anger all over its body.

Immediately afterwards, the Bifang bird's afterimage let out an almost shrill cry, and the raging flames seemed to have life, flexibly transforming into a sea of ​​fire like a falling meteor in the sky, piercing straight towards everyone present.

Lu Qingwu's expression changed drastically. He leaned on the two magic swords circulating around him and hurriedly avoided the fire attack. This was because the fire sprayed out by the afterimage of the Bifang bird this time was different from the previous one. It even had a little bit of gold, as if it was going to burn to the soul.

Luo Fanyin also held the Si Tongqin and barely avoided the flames that were attacking like crazy. Fortunately, her position was relatively easy to dodge, so those flames that seemed to have life could not do anything to her for a while.

Taowu hurriedly led Shen Sui to avoid the flying flames. Shen Sui held onto Taowu tightly, fearing that Taowu would throw her off the spot. "Has it gone crazy? It's attacking indiscriminately. I didn't do anything to it at all."

Before she finished speaking, Shen Sui's pupils shrank slightly, because she saw the afterimage of the Bifang bird suddenly appear in front of Shen Xinglan below. She guessed what the afterimage of the Bifang bird was going to do without thinking too much.

Then Chen Sui almost lost his voice and screamed subconsciously: "Cangwu!"

At this moment, the disciples who were trying their best to avoid the flames heard a deep chanting sound from ancient times, as if they had heard someone's call and suddenly came into this world.

At the same time, everything seemed to freeze because of this ancient humming sound.

Shen Xinglan naturally also felt the Bifang bird's afterimage staring at his cold pupils, but the Bifang bird's afterimage was too fast at this time, and he had no way to avoid it with his current sealed strength.

All the disciples who could provide cover for him were separated by the flames of the Bifang bird's afterimage on the battlefield.

Shen Xinglan's face darkened. Although he was sure he wouldn't die, he would be seriously injured if he didn't. But no matter what, he still...

"Oh shit."

In the chaos, Shen Xinglan heard Shen Sui's curse. He suddenly raised his head and saw a girl in colorful clothes holding a yellow magic sword, descending from the sky like a god.

Her thin and slender figure stood in front of the sea of ​​flames that were trying to reduce him to ashes. She raised the yellow sword in her hand, as if the heaven and earth were in violent turmoil because of the sword she was about to chop down.

Shen Xinglan, who witnessed all this, had only the colorful girl standing in front of him in his mind.

And everyone present heard that the voice of the girl in colorful clothes gradually overlapped with the ancient chanting in front.

"When chaos first began, the world was in turmoil. Cangwu appeared in the world and slew immortals and demons with one sword. This style is called—

"Nirvana in all directions."