"It turned out to be a martial art, and it was also a Xuan-level martial art. The slightest pain in his neck made Fan Yu calm down, his eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't expect him to be forced to such a point by a teenager.

Although the power of martial arts from high to low is only divided into four levels: heaven, earth, Xuan, and Huang, but the power of each level is increased exponentially, so three levels of low, medium and high are added to each level to distinguish them, but the difference is still large.

As a rare Xuan-level martial art, it would not have appeared in this kind of small mountain village, what is the identity of this young man?

Fan Yu stretched his body and entered a serious state: "I'm not going to waste any more time, boy, pray that you don't die too painfully." ”

"Xuan-rank low-level martial art: Fire Melting Sword!"

The bright Liuyun Sword drew a streamer in the air, blazing as if it was about to melt everything, Yin Jiuchen felt that his long sword was stirred in the lava, it was hot and difficult to swing, the long sword no longer followed Yin Jiuchen's control, and was forced to switch direction and swung to the side, Fan Yu broke Yin Jiuchen's defense with a smile in his eyes, and the Liuyun Sword slashed over with blazing heat, wanting to directly cut off Yin Jiuchen's head.

"Xuan-rank low-level martial art: White Gap!"

Yin Jiuchen's body suddenly became faster, out of the coverage of the Fire Melting Sword, in the past two months, the martial arts taught to him by his uncle have all come to mind, and with the huge aura in his hand, Yin Jiuchen released it in one go.

The sharp white streamer slashed through the impact of the Fire Melting Sword, the extremely fast speed and the feeling of cutting everything made Fan Yu take a few steps back, his face was gloomy, this young man had mastered more than one Xuan-level martial art!

Jealousy rose in Fan Yu's heart, Fan Yu controlled the aura lava to pour down towards Yin Jiuchen, and he only mastered a Xuan-level martial art when he sat in the position of deacon of the sect!

"Xuan-rank low-level martial art: Air Shock!"

Yin Jiuchen turned around to avoid the aura lava, a small spiritual power vortex was formed on the long sword sword, Yin Jiuchen flipped his wrist and slapped it out, and the spiritual power whirlwind formed by the "air shock" erupted out, blowing all the lava away, and the remaining strength shocked Fan Yu to an unstable footing, Yin Jiuchen seized the opportunity and released the final blow.

"Martial Arts: Cocoon Breaking!"

The extreme spiritual power was condensed at the tip of the sword, and in that small point, it seemed to be condensed dozens of times the volume of spiritual energy, exuding a dangerous shock, the martial arts given by the giant tortoise, Yin Jiuchen mastered it more and more, and the moment the long sword stabbed out, the place where the two sides met exploded.

The wind of explosive spiritual power swept more than ten meters around, and the forging body realm beside the two of them was scattered, Yin Jiuchen had to stick his sword on the ground to stabilize his body, and the power given to him by the giant tortoise was exhausted under a series of martial arts, under this power, Fan Yu should also be dead, right?

The wind of spiritual power gradually dissipated, Yin Jiuchen raised his head and saw Fan Yu who was still standing, and his pupils shrank.

"Ahem. Fan Yu coughed twice, spit out a mouthful of blood, the ring on his left hand was shattered, looking at Yin Jiuchen's unbelievable expression, he pulled out his blood-stained teeth, and smiled: "What, it's unexpected?"

"I'll teach you a lesson for free today," Fan Yu drew a trace on the land with the Liuyun Sword, and slowly walked towards the de-empowered Yin Jiuchen, "When fighting life and death, you must always keep your hole cards, and if you play martial arts like this, not only is it not flattering, but it is also a waste of aura······"

He raised the Flowing Cloud Sword in front of Yin Jiuchen, looked at the young man whose aura had dropped to the fifth order of forging body, and smiled cruelly: "It's a pity that you can't use this kind of experience." ”

The cold Flowing Cloud Sword slashed down!

Bite!

The iron long sword that was originally inserted in the ground was under the control of the young man, and it quickly rose up, splitting the Liuyun Sword, and in Fan Yu's frightened and wide-open eyes, the ordinary long sword pierced his heart.

"I haven't used my own aura. ”

These were the last words Fan Yu heard before he died.

As soon as Fan Yu, the leader of the Qingyun Sect, died, the remaining ten people of the Qingyun Sect gathered around Deputy Leader Rong, vigilant against Yin Jiuchen and Kong Shanchang.

There are already a lot of people lying on the ground, there are Qingyun Sect, there are also teachers and villagers, and now the two sides have become one-on-one, just because of a teenager who suddenly appeared.

Wang Dao, who was forging the ninth order, looked at Yin Jiuchen, and Yin Jiuchen also looked at him, Wang Dao remembered the beheading gesture he demonstrated to Yin Jiuchen before, how arrogant he was at that time, and now he looked at Yin Jiuchen, who had just killed Deacon Fan, he felt that he was a lamb to the slaughter.

"We went back to find Uncle Gong. "The Rong Deputy Leader of the First Order of Imperial Qi is not sure to defeat Kong Shanchang, and no one knows if the young man with the iron sword will rise up again, if there is one more Imperial Qi Realm, they may all have to explain here.

The group slowly retreated and ran towards the spiritual well in the village, Kong Shanchang wanted to pursue but was powerless, there were still so many villagers behind him who needed to be protected, and the crisis was far from being resolved.

Yin Jiuchen, who had lost the blessing of the giant tortoise's power, could only watch them retreat, and he couldn't keep this group of people.

"How is this good," the young teacher stomped his feet, "These thieves also have a Senior Brother Gong, known as Senior Uncle, whose cultivation is a level higher than that of Imperial Qi, only higher than ······ low."

"What are you afraid of, it's a big deal to die. The white-bearded old teacher snorted coldly, in the battle just now, he was at the ninth order of forging his body, and the Qingyun Sect looked down on the old man, and the forging body realm lost a few.

"We're going to leave the village in batches now, we don't need money or anything, and our lives matter. Kong Shanchang pondered for a while and made a decision.

The villagers were silent, did this place that had survived for generations just leave? Most of them were about to leave their homes before they could prepare.

"You have to leave, but you still have to have money. ”

When everyone was about to leave in groups, a Qingyue voice came in from outside the ancestral hall, Yin Jiuchen heard it familiar, and he was overjoyed: "Uncle!"

He flew like a bird.

Feng Moqi looked at Yin Jiuchen, who was stained with blood, and he was not too dirty, so he hugged the young man, and he didn't have to think about it to know that the young man had suffered a lot.

"Mr. Feng!" Kong Shan Chang greeted him, overjoyed, he was the most respected person in this village, but he knew very well that the most powerful was the unfathomable young man in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Chief Kong, I came back too late. Feng Moqi raised his eyes to look at the villagers in the ancestral hall, he didn't expect that such a big event would happen when he went out to do errands.

"How can I blame you for this?" Kong Shanchang couldn't help but be angry when he thought of Qingyun Sect's ugly appearance, "It's Qingyun Sect that deceives people too much, who would have thought that their killing intentions are so heavy." ”

"Without further ado, we should leave quickly, lest that Uncle Gong come back to take revenge after taking the spiritual vein. As if he had found the backbone, Kong Shanchang began to feel at ease and arranged for the villagers to take refuge.

"There's no need to rush. Feng Moqi said.

"How can you not be in a hurry, this is a big matter related to life, everyone gets up, hurry up. ”

"Uncle Gong, and those people, are all dead," Feng Moqi said lightly the fact that surprised everyone, he took out a disc from his arms and handed it to Kong Shanchang, there was a green thing mixed with milky white ginseng on the disc, "The leyline has been taken out, the spiritual well has collapsed, and it can no longer be put back." ”

"But the matter is far from over, if the Qingyun Sect knows that the team that came here has not returned, it will definitely send a stronger team to come and check," Feng Moqi calmly analyzed, "So this place is no longer liveable, everyone should leave here within ten days as soon as possible." ”

Kong Shanchang came back to his senses at this time, trembling with a shrunken spiritual vein, the old tears were all overwhelmed, and the villagers who were relieved also began to cry, this unprovoked disaster not only made them lose a third of their relatives, but also forced them to leave their hometown.

The villagers supported each other to return to their homes, pack up their belongings, and dispose of the corpses of their relatives, while the strong men piled up all the corpses of the disciples of the Qingyun Sect and the village chief's family and set them on fire.

"Bell Valley's body, I've already buried it. Feng Moqi said softly, this was for Yin Jiuchen.

Yin Jiuchen was stunned, and tears flowed out.