Zuo Yi performed the method of moving across the sky of the spiral nine shadows, swept nearly 100 meters, and slid parallel across the sky under the rainy night, just like the night walk of the ghost in the sky.

Laudeno and the others who came from a distance were almost dumbfounded, and they only felt a flower in front of them, and a ghost disappeared into the far sky.

But at the same time, the light work of the wind is not bad.

Although he was not as exaggerated as Zuo Yi, he quickly stepped on the branches of the roof trees, and shot out like sharp arrows, not slower than Zuo Yi at all, but gradually closing the distance.

Zuo Yi glanced back at the sky and found that Feng Qingyang had actually chased within fifty meters, which surprised him a little.

Heh, old man Feng, Young Master Ben respects you as an old-timer, so he is not embarrassed to poison you, do you really think that Young Master Ben is afraid of you?

Since you are chasing after you, then okay, let you taste the methods of Young Master Ben.

Zuo Yi snorted secretly in his heart, still keeping his speed unchanged, and fled into the distance.

The wind Qingyang chased closer and closer, and gradually came to Zuo Yi more than ten meters behind him.

"It's not bad for you thief, but it's a pity that you met the old man tonight, so you can only be considered unlucky!

Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, and more than ten meters away, he swung his sword and shot out a few wisps of sword qi, hitting Zuo Yi's legs.

He was very interested in Zuo Yi's origins, so he didn't kill him, he just wanted to abolish Zuo Yi's legs and make him lose the ability to escape.

However, at the moment when he made a move, Zuo Yi's body suddenly shook, and a phantom was shocked, and one turned into ten, fleeing in different directions, which was enough to confuse the real with the fake.

"Huh, isn't this the legendary Spiral Nine Shadows?"

Feng Qingyang couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and his speed paused slightly.

Of the ten Zuo Yis, only one was true, and he had already changed direction, dodged the sword qi, and fled into the distance.

As for the nine phantoms, three of them were instantly annihilated by the sword qi, and the remaining six also dissipated invisibly after flying out more than ten meters.

Feng Qingyang was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but snort softly, and hurriedly accelerated to chase after him.

After seeing the Spiral Nine Shadows and other ancient masters, he became more interested in Zuo Yi, he wanted to know where this person came from and what his intentions were for the Huashan faction.

If this person is to be unfavorable to the Huashan faction, he must be eliminated as soon as possible, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

Zuo Yi moved sideways again, swept out of the high wall of the Huashan faction, and was about to run into the wilderness and forest.

At this time, Feng Qingyang chased after him again and approached Zuo Yi more than ten meters behind.

"The thief is on the run!

Feng Qingyang is a face-saving old-timer after all, and every time he shoots a sword from his back, he never forgets to shout to show his brightness.

Of course, with his strength, in fact, there is not much difference between shouting and not shouting, what can be avoided can naturally be avoided, and if you can't dodge, it is useless to remind you.

The thief in front seemed to be very impatient, and when he heard that the old man was about to draw his sword again, he hurriedly sacrificed the stunt Spiral Nine Shadows again, turning into ten in an instant, and fled separately.

Well, it could also be one to eleven.

After all, no one will count this black light carefully.

More than a dozen shadows, coupled with Zuo Yi's body, flying chaotically without distinguishing the direction, it seems to be chaotic, and some even fly towards the wind, if it is an ordinary person, it will definitely be dazzling, and you have to distinguish it before you can continue to shoot.

But the wind was clear and did not fall for it again.

His eyes were calm, and he directly ignored those specious shadows, and instead of weakening, his speed increased instantly, passing through several phantoms like a sword light, directly locking on to the three shadows fleeing forward.

Although the phantom can confuse the real with the false in a short time, Feng Qingyang has his own judgment, in his opinion, the thief's body must flee to the mountains and forests in front of him, and there are only three shadows fleeing in front of him.

He rushed over with this step, and instantly came to the back of the three figures, no more than five meters apart, and waved his hand.

"Hmph, do you think you'll be able to escape, stop me!"

Feng Qingyang was secretly proud, and immediately swung his sword to shake out a few wisps of sword qi and attack the three shadows.

However, at this moment, a feeling of extreme danger suddenly surged into Feng Qingyang's heart!

The danger comes from below!

The wind was clear and looked down, only to see a shadow below that should have dissipated, but instead of dissipating, it lay on the ground, raised his hands upward, and offered a powerful palm move!

The Great Songyang God Palm - Yin and Yang Wuji!

Rumble!

A half-black, half-white sun rose up, with terrifying might, and crashed into the wind from the bottom up!

At this moment, the surrounding temperature rose sharply, and patches of white gas spread from the rain.

Feng Qingyang's face sank, and he hurriedly swung his sword and stabbed down, and a sword light bloomed!

Rumble!

The sword light collided with the blazing sun, and it exploded, and the aftermath poured in all directions, exploding in a radius of tens of meters, and even the courtyard wall of the Huashan faction was shattered more than ten meters long.

Feng Qingyang was shocked, and his intuitive chest was slightly stuffy, although he was not injured, he couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, and he was also very annoyed in his heart, a kind of annoyance that was calculated.

As an upright swordsman, what he hates most is a scheming villain!

Although he also understands that the most powerful thing in this world is not martial arts moves, but conspiracy calculations and traps......

He flipped into the air with the force of the explosion, and at the same time swung his sword again and again, removing the chaotic energy around him.

He secretly made up his mind that the thief would be subjected to his old man's wrath.

But at this moment, a calm voice came into his ears from the side:

"Senior, I have a sword, please taste ......"

"Huh?"

The wind cleared his heart suddenly, and he secretly exclaimed that it was not good!

Could it be that one of the three shadows in front of him is real?

How is this possible?

And what's going on with the one down there?

Before he could come back to his senses, a fierce wind swept in, and the sound of the hunting wind was mixed with the sound of ghosts crying wolves, and hundreds of sharp blade-like energy, completely enveloping him!

Feng Qingyang finally stopped being calm, his face became extremely solemn, and he hurriedly sacrificed his strongest martial arts.

Dugu Nine Swords' Breaking Arrow!

Snort!

The long sword in his hand danced a piece of silver light, wrapped himself tightly, and let the thousands of wind blades strike, and I didn't move!

Ding Ding –

The sound of gold and iron resounded through the rainy night.

Countless wind blades were unloaded by the sword net and scattered everywhere, sending out bursts of explosions, and mud splashed everywhere on the ground, but the wind was clear but not hurt at all.

Not far away, Zuo Yi slowly fell, staring at Feng Qingyang without blinking, and he just wanted to scold a hemp seller in his heart......

This old man is so perverted, and the big moves he brewed are actually helpless against him.

Dugu Nine Swords are exquisite, but Feng Qingyang's own strength is really fundamental, even ordinary sword moves, in his hands have the effect of turning decay into magic, and Dugu Nine Swords are even more exerted by him with incomparably amazing power.

At this moment, Zuo Yi had to admit that the gap was too big, and if he couldn't beat it, he couldn't beat it.

Even if he played all his cards, there was no hope of winning.

In that case, let's get away as soon as possible!

Before the wind cleared and fell from the sky, Zuo Yi stepped a little under his feet, pulled up more than ten meters on the ground, and then moved sideways into the air, suddenly turning into a black light through the rainy night, and disappeared into the mountains and forests in the blink of an eye, more than three times faster than before......

The winds were gone, but the thunderstorms were still intense.

The wind fell to the ground clearly, stopped on a broken wall, squinted at the mountains and forests in the dark night, stroked his long beard, and let out a helpless sigh.

"I can't imagine that the old man has not been born for many years, and there is such a powerful master in this river and lake.

If you go back to ten years ago, I'm afraid that the old man will be unpredictable tonight......"

"Alas, now that there are many masters in the rivers and lakes, my Huashan faction has withered to this point, and the old man has nothing to do with swordsmanship.

Yue Buqun, Yue Buqun, the Huashan faction is afraid that it will be difficult for you to prosper, and the old man should cultivate a few good seedlings from the next generation.

Well, that kid looks pretty good......"

......

The sky was thunder and lightning, and heavy rain was pouring down.

Halfway up the mountain, under a big tree hugged by three people, Zuo Yi sat cross-legged on the dry roots.

His eyes were slightly closed, his hands were crossed to his chest, the true qi in his body was running, and a faint blue light appeared outside his body, which was a little conspicuous in the dark night.

The water vapor on his body had long been evaporated by internal forces, and his robe was windless.

At one point, he suddenly opened his eyes and pointed forward!

Snort –

A touch of silver sword qi was forced out from his fingertips, instantly hitting a big tree ten meters away!

Bang!

The foot-diameter tree burst and fell to the ground, splashing a large expanse of mud.

Zuo Yi slowly collected his strength, took out the gold sore medicine again, and applied a layer to the wound under the ribs.

"The clear sword qi has been forced out of my body, and fortunately, I have cultivated the iron cloth shirt, and this external injury will not be in the way, and it will not affect tomorrow's plan......"

Zuo Yi took good medicine, took out the wine jug and drank a few sips, while enjoying the rain in the forest, while thinking about the previous battle with the wind Qingyang.

The previous battle between the two was brief, but fierce.

In addition to his initial temptation by the ancient dragon, the second shadow on the left sacrificed the strongest "Yin and Yang Wuji" in the palm of the Great Songyang God, and his body used a sword of seventy percent of the internal force, which can almost be said to be all out.

But the wind was clear and there were almost no injuries except for a little mess.

That's a bit of a big gap.

Zuo Yi pondered the gap between himself and Feng Qingyang, and found that Feng Qingyang, whether it was his kendo attainments or internal cultivation, was far above himself.

Needless to say, the cultivation of kendo is known as the god of swordsmanship, and it is close to the level of no tricks to win.

As for the internal strength, the internal force of the wind is extremely pure, and it can be separated from the body, and the condensation is like practice.

The wisp of sword qi that he punched into Zuo Yi's body was very stubborn.

If it weren't for Zuo Yi's strong internal cultivation, he slowly forced the sword qi out and replaced it with someone else, and he would have been seriously injured if he didn't die.

"There is a sky outside the sky, there are people outside the world, it seems that I am not far from the first in the world, and there is still a long way to go.

Well, you still have to work hard to earn martial arts points......"

Zuo Yi ate half a catty of beef jerky, drank half a pot of wine, and then meditated to regain his breath, and it was not until a few hours later that the dantian gradually regained its fullness.

The rain had stopped at some point, and the dark clouds had gradually dispersed, revealing a crescent moon and a few stars in the sky.

Zuo Yi stood up, looked at the stars and moon in the sky, roughly estimated the hour, and then put the long sword on his back and swept towards the top of the mountain again.

This time, he was more cautious......

......

In the early morning of the next day, the morning sun rose in the east, and the sky was full of glow.

Thinking about the cliff, a handsome and tall figure, boringly wielding a long sword, from time to time to play a few swordsmanship, but all of them were powerless, and they were full of interest.

"When Lu Dayou came up to deliver the meal last night, he said that the little junior sister had come down the mountain to play and hadn't come back, and I don't know if the little junior sister has come back now, it's really worrying!"

"That Chen Zhuofei is really good! The little junior sister is unreliable, he actually messes around......

"However, even if the little junior sister comes back, I'm afraid she won't come up to see me, last time I knocked her lady's sword off the cliff, I think he won't forgive me, alas!"

Ling Hu Chong threw away his sword, picked up a few stones from the ground, and threw them into the deep stream, his face full of worry and irritability.

He couldn't wait to rush down the Siguo cliff immediately to see if the little junior sister had come back, but he was afraid that he would be punished, so he couldn't go down the Siguo cliff, and he was very unhappy scratching his ears and cheeks.

Just when Ling Hu was in a hurry, under the cliff in front of him, more than ten meters away, a figure was clinging to the cliff wall, and a few wisps of vines were blocking him, covering his figure and face, and only a pair of eyes flickered slightly.

That's right, this mysterious figure is Zuo Yi.

Zuo Yi was busy for a few hours last night before he climbed the Siguo Cliff and found this suitable hiding place.

Next, while waiting for Tian Boguang to come out, he let the shadow Zuo Er quietly burrow into the Siguo Cliff cave.

Thinking that it was likely that he would have to stay on the cliff for a short time, Zuo Yi pinched his hands into claws and dug stones and made holes in the cliff wall.

Under the power of the cold iron fingers, the hard cliff wall was like tofu, and in a short time, a shallow hole was opened that could only allow him to sit cross-legged.

He sat down, took out the wine jug, took a sip comfortably, looked at the clouds and mist outside the cave, listened to the ape cry and birdsong under the deep stream, and listened to the smiling and proud protagonist Ling Hu Chong felt sorry for himself like a resentful woman in the boudoir, but it was also funny.

At the same time, the second shadow on the left had already escaped Ling Hu Chong's sight and burrowed into the cave where the Ten Elders of the Demon Sect had been trapped, and saw the dense remnants of the Five Mountains and cracking tricks on the walls of the cave......