Yaoguang Fairy Path

Ye Shuyao stood beside her, holding a bracelet that was sparkling with light. Every bead on the bracelet seemed to contain mysterious power, which was dazzling. She looked at Li Yuru with a faint smile, and was about to ask her to help put on the bracelet.

However, at this warm and beautiful moment, Ye Shuyao's face suddenly turned pale, and her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and she felt a sharp pain.

Ye Shuyao covered her chest in pain, her body shaking uncontrollably. Then, a mouthful of blood spurted out from the corner of her mouth, like a gorgeous red flower blooming in the air, but withering in an instant. Her body lost support and fell straight backwards.

Li Yuru saw this and her eyes widened in horror. Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with helplessness and panic. She quickly put down the things in her hands and hugged Ye Shuyao who was about to fall to the ground. She cried in her voice: "Yaoyao! What's wrong with you? Yaoyao!"

At this time, Mo Feibai, Yang Tao and Baili Lingfeng also rushed over after hearing the noise. They quickly pushed through the crowd and came to Li Yuru and Ye Shuyao.

Mo Feibai looked at Ye Shuyao, whose face was pale and whose breath was weak. His heart suddenly shrank. His lips trembled and his eyes flashed with determination: "Quick! Let's take her back to the sect!"

After saying that, he was about to take Ye Shuyao from Li Yuru.

However, at this critical moment, the entire street was suddenly shrouded in a thick black fog. The black fog spread as quickly as ink, covering everything in it, making a group of low-level cultivators seem to be frozen, standing still and unable to move. Everyone's face was filled with fear and despair. Even Li Yuanfang, who was hiding in the dark, was affected and could not get close to where Ye Shuyao and the others were.

The next moment, a figure emerged from the black fog like a ghost. He was wearing a black robe, and his face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, revealing only a pair of eyes flashing with cold light. He was agile, like the brightest meteor in the night sky. He came to Ye Shuyao's side in an instant, snatched Ye Shuyao from Li Yuru's arms, his movements swift and skillful. Then, his figure flashed again, and he disappeared in front of everyone like a ghost, leaving only a faint black shadow echoing in the air.

Li Yuru, Mo Feibai, Yang Tao and Baili Lingfeng watched Ye Shuyao being taken away by the man in black robe, and an indescribable sadness surged in their hearts.

Li Yuru's tears rolled down her cheeks like beads that had broken off the string. She clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she felt no pain at all. Her heart was filled with suffocating despair. At this moment, she realized that she was still too weak to protect the people around her.

Mo Feibai's eyes were bloodshot, and his clenched fists were trembling slightly, as if he wanted to vent all the anger and helplessness in his heart. His mother's exhortations and expectations kept echoing in his mind. He promised his mother that he would find his younger sister and bring her home safely, but at this moment, his younger sister disappeared from his sight again. This made Mo Feibai's heart feel like it was being cut by a knife. Pain and self-blame were intertwined, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. His eyes turned slightly, and his fingertips quietly collected a drop of blood into the jade bottle behind him. He wanted to confirm Ye Shuyao's identity as soon as possible. If she was really his younger sister, he would find his younger sister even if he died.

Baili Lingfeng and Yang Tao gritted their teeth, with flames of unwillingness and humiliation burning in their eyes. As cultivators, they were helpless in front of those who were stronger than themselves and could not even move. This was undoubtedly a huge blow to them, and it made them deeply doubt their own strength.

Until the thick black fog gradually dissipated and the streets became prosperous again, all the vendors and pedestrians instantly fled in fear.

Suddenly, Mo Feibai took a deep breath. He looked at the other three with a sharp gaze and said in a hoarse voice, "Junior Sister Li, you go back to the sect and report this to Uncle Master. The three of us will go find Shuyao."

Upon hearing this, Li Yuru quickly wiped the tears from her face, glanced at Mo Feibai, and nodded heavily: "Okay! Then you guys be careful, and be sure to bring Yaoyao back." After saying that, the four of them turned around and turned into a stream of light, flying away in different directions.

At the edge of the dilapidated mansion, the battle had entered its most intense and heated stage. After Li Cheng dealt with the two opposing Jindan cultivators, he looked a little embarrassed, with tattered clothes, messy hair, and blood sliding down his clothes and dripping onto the dusty ground. He did not leave, but began to approach the battle place between Luo Yunhan and Xu Feng a hundred miles away. Even though Xu Feng forcibly improved his realm, he still seemed vulnerable in front of Luo Yunhan.

Xu Feng's hair was already disheveled, and his clothes were torn and tattered by the spiritual storm. He was almost exhausted, and the effect of the Violent Spirit Pill was gradually dissipating. He only had an incense stick of time left, and he had to find a chance to escape within this limited time, but the chance was slim, and the other party would not let him leave.

Thinking of this, Xu Feng's eyes became extremely firm. He no longer held back and let out a deafening roar, as if to vent all the anger and unwillingness in his heart.

Then, he swung the long sword in his hand and began to gather strength. "Void, empty, cut." As the words fell, the sword's force was like a rainbow, slashing towards Luo Yunhan with unmatched momentum, as if to split the entire world in two.

However, facing such a fierce attack, a hint of sarcasm flashed in Luo Yunhan's eyes. He waved the Sword of God in his hand with one hand and easily blocked the blow. Then, he shrank the ground into an inch and landed his feet on Xuanwu's back. The next moment, his body soared into the air, like a god controlling the heaven and the earth, and cast the law of space, "Space blockade!" Luo Yunhan shouted softly, and in an instant the surrounding space seemed to be locked tightly by invisible shackles. Xu Feng's figure was solidified in the air, unable to move at all. The surrounding space was blocked, leaving Xu Feng nowhere to escape. Even Xuanwu was imprisoned under Luo Yunhan's feet and unable to move.

At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to have stopped, only the battle between Luo Yunhan and Xu Feng was still going on.

Li Cheng stood in the dark, his fists clenched, veins bulging, his eyes fixed on the battlefield, his heart surging with unprecedented shock.

So strong, this is a real strong man. The power of law that permeates the air is a powerful existence beyond his cognition. The outcome of this battle is already doomed. In front of Luo Yunhan, Xu Feng is nothing but a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

On the battlefield, Luo Yunhan's figure was as fast as lightning, and the Sword of God-Slaying in his hand flashed with cold light, as if it could cut off all obstacles in the world. He swung the sword again ruthlessly, and a sharp sword light cut through the sky, instantly cutting off Xu Feng's arms.

Xu Feng let out a shrill howl, his eyes filled with pain and fear, but soon these emotions were replaced by hatred. He widened his eyes and stared at Luo Yunhan, with a crazy smile on his lips.