When Yang Ling saw Xiao Meng's figure flashing, a smile appeared on his face. It was still the same middle finger, drawing in the air. As his fingers moved lightly, the purple lines suddenly lit up, but those lines only lasted for a moment in the air before dimming.
Fu Nian and Chi Songzi looked at each other in dismay. Chi Songzi chuckled and said,"It seems that Ziling's mastery of this exquisite thing is not very good. Haha."”
Fu Nian shook his head with a bitter smile." I don't know what this kid is up to either. However, let's see how he's going to crack it."”
However, after Fu Nian said this, Chi Songzi's expression changed again. However, he knew that his expression had changed too many times today. If he continued to say this in his heart, he would not be able to keep his face. Therefore, he forced himself to calm down by drinking tea.
Xiaomeng, who was fighting with Yang Ling, immediately realized that something was wrong, but she was helpless because she found that she could not get closer to that rude guy.
The supreme cultivation method of Daoism was to be one with the light and the dust. The meaning of 'deep and seemingly existing' was that she could be everywhere in a certain area and could also be one with the surrounding things without leaving a trace.
As long as she wanted to, she could appear in a place where she could reach in the blink of an eye. However, she found that no matter how hard she tried, she could not get close to him. It was as if there were invisible barriers separating her from him.
She could see that he was right in front of her, and she could also see his hateful smile facing her.
Although he really wanted to punch that face and embarrass him, he couldn't even get close to him.
At this moment, for the first time, Xiaomeng doubted her own strength and the things she was proud of. For the first time in her life, she felt so powerless.
When she saw the smiling faces of the surrounding onlookers, her heart seemed to have been hit by something heavily. Then, she gritted her teeth and waved her sword. Her eyes were closed, and she chanted something. The moon-white sword pointed at the sky.
Chi Songzi, who was originally sitting, immediately stood up and exclaimed,"No!"”
However, it was too late.
The long sword was in the air, and the tip of the sword emitted a strange light under the sunlight. The sword scattered and turned into countless pieces. Each piece was like a beautiful butterfly flapping its wings and flying. However, under the beautiful flapping wings, it contained a chilling aura that made one's heart palpitate.
At this moment, Fu Nian also stood up. His expression changed slightly as he said,"This is Mr. Zhuang's famous skill, Spiritual Butterfly Dream Painting!"”
As he spoke, Fu Nian's figure disappeared from where he was and flew towards Yang Ling. Even he did not dare to take the power of the Spiritual Butterfly Dream Painting head-on. Although the person who cast this spell was only an eight-year-old girl, and its power was greatly reduced, he was afraid that something would happen to Yang Ling and the surrounding disciples.
However, he did not run far when he saw Chi Songzi, who had run out before him, standing on the spot.
Fu Nian followed Chi Songzi's gaze and saw countless extremely beautiful butterflies flying in the air. Accompanied by the sharp sound of flapping their wings, they flocked toward him from all directions.
Yang Ling, who was standing quietly, had the calmness of not changing his expression in the face of a storm, but also the sharpness of absolute confidence.
He raised his hand and moved his middle finger again. Everyone present could clearly see that as he moved his finger, a large 'blade' word appeared in front of everyone.
The words were carved deeply into the void, and then they fell from the sky with a flash of purple light. With a whistling sound, they split into countless lines.
Each of them was like a sharp blade, and each of them was as vivid as a living creature.
A huge Taiji symbol circled around Xiaomeng's feet, surrounding her and Yang Ling, as well as some of the nearby scholarly disciples.
The terrified scholarly disciples wanted to escape, but this place seemed to be a cage. They shouted in panic, trying their best to avoid the flying butterflies.
Chi chi chi, the clanging sounds struck everyone's eardrums, and then everyone fell silent. They stared at the vivid purple words in the sky in disbelief, watching them meet each butterfly like a knife.
The huge Tai Chi pattern was rapidly weakening, and the number of butterflies flying around it was also decreasing. As the purple blades collided with each other, they rapidly decreased, and then disappeared under everyone's shocked gazes.
Heaven and earth became clear. If it weren't for the countless flowers and plants that had been cut into pieces and the deep sword marks on the surrounding houses, no one would believe what had just happened.
Xiaomeng stood rooted to the ground, stunned. She looked at the dull Autumn Dragon Sword in her hand, and then at Yang Ling, who was still smiling. Her face paled, and she said in disbelief," How is this possible? What kind of spell did you use to break my butterfly dream?"”
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