Chapter 6810 Looking for traces

The sect leader's eyes were full of worry and helplessness. He was the leader of the sect, but at this moment he was unable to protect everyone in the sect. He deeply felt his own powerlessness, and his sense of responsibility for the sect was intertwined with a lot of guilt. heart.

The scene in which the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect fled was extremely embarrassing. Some people were running away in the flying dust, their robes were torn, and their bodies were scarred. Some people were looking for a hiding place in panic, but they had nowhere to hide and could only hide among the ruins. Wander.

Under the influence of the power of Jiuxiao Changkong, Kuntian was gradually restrained, and its irritability and violent energy gradually subsided, but the sect was already in chaos. The fleeing figures of the disciples were struggling in the wreckage, whether they were wailing or not. Or shouting, all mixed together, filling the entire Star Dragon Sect.

The sect master's heart was as sharp as a knife. He could not bear this situation that was out of control. The inner courtyard of the sect was originally the holy place he protected, but at this moment it became the center of disaster. He could not express his grief and anger for the loss. He could only I prayed silently in my heart, hoping that the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect could survive.

The chaos in the sky gradually subsided under the power of Jiuxiao Changkong, but the wreckage of the Star Dragon Sect and the terrified shouts of the disciples still left scars on the scene.

Yutian volleyed, and Jiuxiao Changkong's figure hung high in the sky above the Star Dragon Sect, exuding infinite divine power.

Keng Tian was now shrouded in the dark aura bound by him, and his body gradually lost its violence and fury, as if he was being suppressed by some extremely powerful force.

Under Jiuxiao Changkong's gaze, Kuntian's body was gradually restrained more firmly, and its manic aura slowly subsided, as if it was suppressed by an irresistible force and lost its freedom.

Jiuxiao Changkong stared at Kuntian, his eyes full of helplessness and helplessness. He did not want such a result, but for the peace of the Star Dragon Sect and to control this disaster, he had to take such measures.

"Forgive me." Jiuxiao Changkong's voice echoed over the Star Dragon Sect, full of apology and sadness: "But this is for the survival of the sect."

Kuntian's body gradually became illusory, as if it was carved in the void, and its rage and struggle gradually dissipated. In the end, the entire trapped sky turned into a ball of black energy, which was absorbed by the sky.

However, at this moment, the atmosphere above the Star Dragon Sect suddenly changed. Wang Xuewen's figure suddenly rose into the sky, and the black energy around him spurted out like a volcanic eruption, violent and domineering.

"No!" The sect leader let out a desperate roar in the wreckage. When he saw the power radiating from Wang Xuewen's body, despair and fear surged in his heart. He could not accept that another catastrophe was about to come.

Wang Xuewen's body seemed to be ignited by the fire of darkness, and the surrounding air seemed to be shrouded in darkness. His eyes were full of enthusiasm and desire, as if he was immersed in some kind of unextricable state of fanaticism.

"Jiuxiao Changkong, your restraints cannot trap me!" Wang Xuewen's voice was as cold as ice, full of arrogance and fanaticism: "My power is far more powerful than you imagine!"

Jiuxiao Changkong's expression changed. He did not expect that Wang Xuewen could actually launch a more powerful attack. His heart was full of anxiety and uneasiness. He knew the terror of this power, but in this case, he could not Stop Wang Xuewen's rage.

The black energy around Wang Xuewen was getting stronger and stronger, and there was a kind of fanaticism and madness between his brows. Between his fingers, a vortex of black energy condensed, swallowing everything around him like a black hole.

Jiuxiao Changkong looked solemn. He waved his arms and emitted a powerful light, trying to offset Wang Xuewen's dark aura. However, in this competition, he also felt an unprecedented pressure. Wang Xuewen's power Far beyond his imagination.

The confrontation between Jiuxiao Changkong and Wang Xuewen was full of tension. Darkness and powerful forces collided fiercely over the Star Dragon Sect. The scene was extremely fierce. The sect leader watched from a distance, worried and anxious in his heart. He hoped that Jiuxiao Changkong could stop Wang Xuewen. Xue Wen's crazy attack prevented the sect from falling into destruction again.

The two forces escalated rapidly over the Star Dragon Sect. The confrontation between Jiuxiao Changkong and Wang Xuewen became increasingly fierce. The scene was extremely chaotic. The disciples inside and outside the sect were also struggling to survive in this desperate situation. The fierce battle The level made everyone present feel desperate and uneasy, and the sect leader was even more anxious, with extremely anxious eyes.

In the tense atmosphere, the long sword in Jiuxiao Changkong's hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling silver-white light. This beam of light exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, like the Milky Way descending from the starry sky, illuminating the entire sky brightly.

As the light on the Jiuxiao Changkong sword bloomed, the sky gradually became strange, a mysterious aura seeped out, and blood-colored frost began to appear on the horizon.

This piece of blood-colored frost was like pressure from the sky, instantly covering Wang Xuewen's violent aura. The dark aura seemed to have no escape in front of this blood-colored frost, and was gradually suppressed.

The fire of darkness around Wang Xuewen began to extinguish, and his figure was bound by the bloody frost. The power of darkness around him seemed to be firmly suppressed by invisible hands, and he could no longer exert any resistance.

"No!" Wang Xuewen's voice trembled, full of despair and anger. He felt the power contained in the bloody frost, an irresistible restraint. He frowned and gritted his teeth.

The silver-white light on the Jiuxiao Changkong sword became more and more brilliant. The sword in his hand seemed to become the master of the universe, releasing an unparalleled power, and the bloody frost gradually became heavier, trapping Wang Xuewen firmly in it. .

Jiuxiao Changkong looked calm, but his eyes revealed a deep worry. He knew that this kind of power was not a long-term solution, and this bloody frost was not permanent.

At this moment, although the dark aura on Wang Xuewen was bound, there was madness and anger between his eyebrows, and his eyes were filled with a lot of mania and unwillingness.

"Jiuxiao Changkong, you can't bind me forever!" Wang Xuewen roared, his voice full of anger and struggle: "This bondage will eventually break, and I will regain my freedom!"

However, although Wang Xuewen called for freedom, he seemed helpless in the face of this bloody frost. The surrounding dark fire was extinguished under this bloody frost, and Wang Xuewen's figure gradually disappeared in this bloody frost, and he was bound and could no longer struggle.

When the master saw this scene, his heart was filled with complex emotions. He knew that the bloody frost cast by Jiuxiao Changkong was to stop Wang Xuewen's madness, but he also knew that this power could not suppress Wang Xuewen's madness forever.

The eyes of the sect master were full of worry and helplessness. He was the leader of the sect, but at this moment he could not protect everyone in the sect. He deeply felt his powerlessness, and his sense of responsibility and guilt for the sect were intertwined in his heart.

The scene of the disciples in the Xinglong Sect fleeing was extremely embarrassing. Some people fled in the dust, their robes were torn, and their bodies were covered with scars. Some people were looking for hiding places in panic, but there was nowhere to hide, so they could only wander among the ruins.

Under the power of Jiuxiao Changkong, Kuntian was gradually bound, and its irritability and violent aura gradually subsided, but the sect had fallen into chaos. The fleeing figures of the disciples struggled in the wreckage, whether it was wailing or shouting, they were mixed together and filled the entire Xinglong Sect.

The sect master's heart was like a knife. He could not bear this situation of losing control. The inner courtyard of the sect was originally a holy place that he protected, but at this moment it became the center of the disaster. He could not express the grief and anger of the loss, and could only pray silently in his heart, hoping that the disciples of the Xinglong Sect could survive.

Kuntian gradually calmed down under Jiuxiao Changkong's power, but the wreckage of Xinglong Sect and the disciples' terrified shouts still left scars on the scene.

Yutian Lingkong, Jiuxiao Changkong's figure hung high above Xinglong Sect, exuding infinite divine power.

Kuntian, at this time, was shrouded by the dark aura that bound him, and his body gradually lost its violence and violence, as if it was suppressed by some extremely powerful force.

Under Jiuxiao Changkong's gaze, Kuntian's body was gradually bound more firmly, and its manic breath slowly subsided, as if it was suppressed by an irresistible force and lost its freedom.

Jiuxiao Changkong stared at Kuntian, his eyes full of helplessness and helplessness. He did not want such a result, but for the peace of Xinglong Sect and to control this disaster, he had to take such measures.

"Forgive me." Jiuxiao Changkong's voice echoed over the Xinglong Sect, full of apology and sadness: "But this is for the survival of the sect."

Kuntian's body gradually became illusory, as if engraved in the void, and its rage and struggle gradually dissipated. In the end, the entire Kuntian turned into a ball of black air and was absorbed by Jiuxiao Changkong.

However, at this moment, the atmosphere above the Xinglong Sect suddenly changed, and Wang Xuewen's figure suddenly soared into the sky, and the black air around him gushed out like a volcanic eruption, violent and overbearing.

"No!" The sect master roared in despair in the wreckage. He saw the power emanating from Wang Xuewen, and a sense of despair and fear surged in his heart. He could not accept that another catastrophe was about to come.

Wang Xuewen's body seemed to be ignited by the fire of darkness, and the air around him seemed to be shrouded in darkness. His eyes were full of fanaticism and desire, as if he was immersed in a state of fanaticism that he could not extricate himself from.

"Jiuxiao Changkong, your restraints can't trap me!" Wang Xuewen's voice was as cold as ice, full of arrogance and fanaticism: "My power is far stronger than you can imagine!" Jiuxiao Changkong's expression changed. He did not expect Wang Xuewen to launch a more powerful attack. His heart was full of anxiety and uneasiness. He knew the horror of this power, but in this situation, he could not stop Wang Xuewen's violence. The black air around Wang Xuewen became stronger and stronger. There was a kind of fanaticism and madness between his eyebrows. Between his fingers, a black air vortex condensed and swallowed everything around like a black hole. Jiuxiao Changkong looked solemn. He waved his arms and radiated a strong light, trying to offset Wang Xuewen's dark aura, but in this competition, he also felt an unprecedented pressure. Wang Xuewen's power far exceeded his imagination. The confrontation between Jiuxiao Changkong and Wang Xuewen was full of tension. Darkness and powerful forces collided fiercely in the sky above Xinglong Sect. The scene was extremely fierce. The Sect Master watched from a distance, worried and anxious. He hoped that Jiuxiao Changkong could stop Wang Xuewen's crazy attack and prevent the sect from falling into destruction again.

The two forces quickly escalated in the sky above Xinglong Sect. The confrontation between Jiuxiao Changkong and Wang Xuewen became more and more intense. The scene was extremely chaotic. The disciples inside and outside the sect were also struggling to survive in this desperate situation. The intensity of this battle made everyone present feel desperate and uneasy, and the Sect Master was even more anxious. His eyes were extremely anxious.

In the tense atmosphere, the long sword in Jiuxiao Changkong's hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling silver-white light. This beam of light exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, like the Milky Way descending from the starry sky, illuminating the entire sky brightly.

As the light on the Jiuxiao Changkong sword bloomed, the sky gradually became strange, a mysterious aura seeped out, and blood-colored frost began to appear on the horizon.

This piece of blood-colored frost was like pressure from the sky, instantly covering Wang Xuewen's violent aura. The dark aura seemed to have no escape in front of this blood-colored frost, and was gradually suppressed.

The fire of darkness around Wang Xuewen began to extinguish, and his figure was bound by the bloody frost. The power of darkness around him seemed to be firmly suppressed by invisible hands, and he could no longer exert any resistance.

"No!" Wang Xuewen's voice trembled, full of despair and anger. He felt the power contained in the bloody frost, an irresistible restraint. He frowned and gritted his teeth.

The silver-white light on the Jiuxiao Changkong sword became more and more brilliant. The sword in his hand seemed to become the master of the universe, releasing an unparalleled power, and the bloody frost gradually became heavier, trapping Wang Xuewen firmly in it. .

Jiuxiao Changkong looked calm, but there was a deep worry in his eyes. He knew that this power was not a long-term solution, and the bloody frost was not permanent either.

At this moment, although the dark aura on Wang Xuewen's body was restrained, his brows were full of madness and anger, and his eyes were filled with a lot of mania and unwillingness.

"Jiuxiao Changkong, you can't bind me forever!" Wang Xuewen roared, his voice full of anger and struggle: "This bondage will eventually break, and I will regain my freedom!"

However, although Wang Xuewen called for freedom, he seemed helpless when facing this bloody frost. The surrounding dark fire was extinguished under this bloody frost, and Wang Xuewen's figure gradually disappeared under this bloody frost. Among them, he was so restrained that he could no longer struggle at all.

When the sect master saw this scene, his heart was filled with complicated emotions. He knew that the bloody frost used by Jiuxiao Changkong was to stop Wang Xuewen's madness, but he also knew that this power could not permanently suppress Wang Xuewen's madness.