A barrage of frequent cracking sounds burst out in the old plum garden.
It sounded as if the string of a bow had been snapped, or a leather alcohol jar full of wine had been punctured.
In fact, it was the strings of swords that had been broken; it was the Sword Formation of Slaying Fairies that had been shattered.
The thin layer of solid ice that was pushed all the way down to the bottom of the lake and was as strong as the stone bricks suddenly had a footprint on it.
The gently blowing breeze was tousling a white cloth.
Jing Jiu appeared on the ruins of the nunnery hall, standing in front of Gu Qing. He extended one of his fingers to stab at the sword transformed from the bloody shadows.
At this moment, the whole of Chaotian seemed to have frozen, and time itself had stopped, except that his finger and the sword transformed from the bloody shadows were still moving toward each other.
Pah!!!