bass!
The sound of the sword was like a dragon's roar, cutting through the sky and resounding throughout the world.
Wherever the sword pointed, the void trembled, and even the air was torn into a dark crack.
Fei Su's pupils suddenly contracted, and the Xuanyuan Sword that was getting closer and closer was reflected in his eyes.
The sword flashed like a rainbow, with unmatched sharpness, heading straight for his throat.
He wanted to retreat and dodge, but found that his body seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force and he could not move.
Bang bang bang!
Fei Su's throat tightened, his heart beat like a drum, and there was only one thought left in his mind - he couldn't block this sword!
“No… Impossible!”
A low growl emanated from his throat, his voice filled with incredible fear.
I still remember that the last time they fought, Li Lingge was just an ant that he could control.
But now, the opponent's momentum was like a mountain pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
However, before his thoughts could fully unfold, the Xuanyuan Sword had already slashed across his neck like lightning.
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The sword cut through Fei Su's throat as easily as cutting tofu, without any obstruction.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still.
Li Lingge held the sword in one hand, his eyes as cold as ice as he swept over Fei Su's body without a trace of fluctuation in his eyes.
The golden light on the Xuanyuan Sword gradually faded, but the sword edge was still cold and sharp, without a drop of blood on it.
"I don't have time to explain to you today."
His voice was indifferent, as if the sword strike just now was just a casual one.
The two men passed each other, and blood spurted out from Fei Su's neck like a fountain, dyeing half of the sky red.
His head tilted back slightly, with shock and unwillingness still in his eyes, as if he wanted to see Li Lingge's face clearly.
However, before his head could fully twist, it was separated from his body.
Plop!
Fei Su's headless body fell from the sky, and blood spilled like rain.
His head drew an arc in the air and hit the ground heavily with a dull thud.
The head rolled several times and finally stopped in a pool of blood. The expression on the face was frozen in the last moment before death - fear, confusion, and unwillingness.
Fei Su's consciousness continued to sink in the darkness, his spirit completely annihilated by the sword, not even a trace of his soul remaining. His existence was completely erased from his mind, leaving no trace.
Zi Shuhe had just caught up at this time, and then saw Fei Su's head falling to the ground.
Looking at the head that was smashed beyond recognition, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.
The last time she faced Fei Su, she had to take action to save her life.
Now, Fei Su couldn't even block his sword.
…
Above the Moon Shadow Sect.
A huge light curtain unfolded like a sky curtain, spanning the air, shining brightly, illuminating the entire sect.
In the light curtain, Li Lingge's figure gradually became clear.
Daozu stood on the clouds, looking at Li Lingge in the light curtain with a serious gaze, and his heart suddenly sank.
Of course he remembered the foreseen future - the man in white holding a sword broke through the Taoist gate, the sky and the earth changed color, the foundation of the Taoist gate was shaken, and countless disciples fell.
And the person in front of him was the white-robed swordsman in the prophecy.
"Are you Li Lingge?!"
Daozu's voice was like thunder, shaking the air around him.
His gaze was like a knife, piercing Li Lingge straight, as if he wanted to see through him completely.
Although the two had never met, the moment they looked at each other, Daozu knew that this person and he were destined to fight to the death.
Li Lingge did not respond, but raised his eyes slightly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
The tip of his sword trembled slightly, making a clear sword sound, as if responding to Daozu's provocation.
Daozu sneered and turned his gaze towards the place where the Li family lived, his eyes full of sarcasm and contempt.
"You're already too late."
His voice was low and cold, and the void behind him suddenly twisted, and a huge image of the Taoist ancestor slowly condensed into shape.
The Dharma image was a thousand feet tall, and was surrounded by endless Taoist rhyme, as if the rules of heaven and earth were all under its control.
Fashang raised his hand and flicked his whisk lightly. Silver threads poured down from the sky like the Milky Way, sweeping towards the Yueying Sect with the power to destroy the world.
Each silver thread contained terrifying power. Wherever it passed, space collapsed, as if it was going to completely wipe out the entire Yueying Sect.
Everyone in the Li family looked up at the Dharma image that covered the sky and the sun, and a trace of fear surged in their hearts.
Someone murmured in a low voice: "Is this the power of the ninth level of the Immortal Emperor?"
There was an undisguised tremor in the voice. Although their cultivation was impressive, they still seemed as small as ants in the face of such terrifying power.
Li Ping'an rushed to the light curtain, his eyes were red, veins bulging, and he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Ancestor, don't come back!"
This is already a hopeless situation. Even if the ancestor returns, it will only be another pile of corpses!
As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood!
As long as the ancestor is still alive, the Li family still has hope!
His voice was like thunder, shaking the air around him.
Upon hearing this, Li Chonglou was stunned and his face turned pale as paper in an instant.
His fingers trembled slightly, and endless regret surged in his heart.
He murmured to himself: "I...I have never thought about it."
He never thought that the ancestor could never be the opponent of Daozu. He only cared about the life and death of his clansmen, but he never expected that this divine spirit formation would put the ancestor in a dilemma.
Given the old ancestor's character, he would never stand by and watch his clansmen die.
But if the ancestor knew about this, it would be of no use even if he came back.
Thinking of this, Li Chonglou suddenly looked up, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he echoed loudly.
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