"Buzz"

The flying sword trembled over several corpses, and as Yu Zefeng's sword finger bent into his arms, it swept back into its sheath with a thud.

Between the lightning and flint, he pointed out that the sword was collected and returned, and the simple action was sharp and killing, and the indescribable chic freehand was quite a bit of a sword fairy style.

Walking to the corpses of several people and groping for a while, the spirit stone spirit stone card was thrown into the mustard stone at will, and a signal tube was found in Bai Qinghua's arms.

After thinking about it a little, I realized that the people of Shanhemen had not given up searching for him, and it seemed that they were all scattered, and it happened that there was nothing to do, so I had a good time with them.

Jumping to the top of a tree and looking around, I chose the nearest hill and swept it away as fast as I could.

After a quarter of an hour, I was already standing on the top of the peak, looking around and nodding slightly, there are mountain springs under the peak, there are no mountains around to block it, the sight is open and the sun is abundant, the location is good, it will be a good cemetery.

After thinking about it, he didn't use a signal canister, but he sank into the dantian, raised his head and let out a long roar of "ah", under the action of spiritual power, the sound came out for several miles, and some nearby beasts were frightened and ran away in a panic.

At tea time, there were figures from several directions rushing towards this side at great speed, bringing a wind whistle. On closer inspection, there were seven teams of monks, totaling twenty-eight people.

After a stick of incense, one after another figures appeared on the peak, firmly surrounding Yu Zefeng. Although neither side spoke, the joy could be seen in their expressions.

When the Shendan monk who reached the peak first took out the signal tube from his arms, and injected spiritual power into the sky to send out a seven-colored pillar of light, which rose into the air for nearly five hundred zhang and then "boomed" and turned into a striking seven-colored cloud.

Yu Zefeng silently watched everything and didn't stop it, but the killing intent in his heart kept rising. The chopping thought behind him also seemed to feel the master's murderous intention, and there was a buzz and trembling.

"Boy, you are very good at hiding, let us search for more than ten days, what's the matter? Now that you are healed and come out again. After the signal was given, the man said in a cold voice.

"That's right, no one can provoke me after Shanhemen, and then he can retreat with his whole body. ”

"Boy, hand over the exercises and pills, and you can be left with a whole corpse. ”

"We have to dig out your background to see, but we have to see how strong it is, preferably stronger, otherwise everything in your power will belong to my Shanhemen. ”

............

As the Divine Dan Monk spoke, the others followed suit. It seems that Yu Zefeng is already their meal, and he can be ravaged casually.

The wind blew across the peak, and all the monks were blown into robes hunting. Yu Zefeng didn't speak, and the wind drove the black hair to flutter in the wind.

Slowly raised his right hand, held the hilt of the sword behind his back with his backhand, and put the scabbard on his thumb.

"Choke"

The blade is out of the sheath, and the cold light is suddenly revealed.

The hand slowly drew the sword, and the blade rubbed against the scabbard, making a long snort. As the sword was drawn, the spiritual power ran wildly, and the silver-white sword body suddenly turned golden.

The left foot stepped out and the right hand raised the sword, and at the same time, a sword slashed out at several monks in front of him, and an arc-shaped sword qi as thin as a cicada's wings and half a zhang long burst out.

The sound of sword qi slicing through the air was like a golden sound, sharp but not harsh.

Seeing this, several monks on the opposite side hurriedly mobilized their spiritual power to send out martial arts to resist, and monks from other directions also pounced at the same time.

"It's good if you don't die, just scrap it. A Shendan monk spoke.

Dozens of attacks quickly attacked Yu Zefeng, and the sword qi he slashed out was galloping, breaking the attacks sent by the two Shendan eight Shentai monks in a row, and the sword qi continued to slash forward after only a slight pause, and after a few booms, eight people were directly cut away, and two Shentai monks were directly cut off, and the rest of them were also injured to varying degrees.

At this moment, the attacks on the left, right and rear have arrived, and his face is not panicked at all as usual, and the sword finger controls the flying sword to rise into the air, and the hilt of the sword is facing down on the tip of the upper sword. When the three-sided attack approached, the flying sword drew a sword circle around Yu Zefeng like lightning, and all the attacks were cut and scattered.

"Sword Feather Pose"

With a low shout, the spiritual power surged out, and the flying sword suspended in the air rose into the air again, and did not stop until it was twenty feet above the ground. Thirty-six spiritual power flying swords on both sides of the blade were arranged, as if the sword had grown wings, and the golden light was dazzling.

The sword pointed in a circle, the sword of slashing was suspended in the air and spun at great speed, the sword body shook suddenly, and thirty-six spiritual power flying swords shot out in all directions, and the sound of a roar resounded throughout the peak.

Compared with the spiritual power flying sword that was directly triggered before, it was several times stronger in terms of speed and power.

"Everyone joins forces to resist, this kid has a magic weapon, we defend with all our might, and wait for the arrival of the same door behind. A Shanhemen Shendan monk hurriedly shouted, he didn't see that the slashing was not an illegal weapon but a celestial weapon.

However, everything is meaningless, when there was no chopping thought before, Yu Zefeng was not afraid of the Shendan monk, and now he is even less afraid of the slashing thought.

The spiritual power flying sword was like rain hitting plantains, and "poof" made a series of sounds, which was the sound of piercing through the monk's body.

After one breath, except for Yu Zefeng, there were only three people who could stand on the top of the peak, and the others were either alive and dead or were severely injured.

"How...... How is it possible, so ...... How strong?" a monk who barely managed to stand stammered in disbelief.

He was indeed frightened by Yu Zefeng's attack, how could he have seen Yue Yue Yue so thoroughly, not to mention being outnumbered, he could still be like chopping melons and vegetables, and his absolute strength was impossible to resist.

His voice was frightened, trembling, and he shouted, "Retreat first." ”

When he turned around and swept down the mountain, the other monks who still had strength suddenly came back to their senses, and several figures also turned around and fled for their lives.

It's just that Yu Zefeng couldn't do what they wanted, and he thought silently in his heart.

"Gathering Sword Pose"

The spiritual power flying sword hovering in the air was combined into one for every four swords, and the sword was blazing and accelerated again. The sword in the air was even more directly aimed at the three monks in the best condition.

In the blink of an eye, the top of the mountain was completely silent, and only the strong smell of blood lingered for a long time.

Recall the sheath and take off the tip of the sheath from the back and stand on the ground, standing with the hilt of the sword in his hand and his eyes closed.

It was like reminiscing about the previous fight, and it was like recuperating and recuperating, waiting for the more intense moment to come, and the hair was lightly dancing and the robe fluttered and the edge was hidden.

After the tea time, the monks arrived at the bottom of the mountain one after another, but they did not go up the mountain, but gathered at the bottom of the mountain.

After another moment, a red figure approached from the north at a rapid speed, and the flying figure brought a piercing scream, and after only a dozen breaths, it stopped at the foot of the mountain.

It was Chen Mingzhong, who was cultivating in the middle stage of the Divine Infant, everyone stepped forward, and the monks were reporting something, and then Chen Mingzhong went to the mountain first.

The group soon reached the peak, and there were more than a hundred people. There are more than 20 people in the Divine Pill Realm alone, and there are no other Divine Stages below the cultivation level.

Chen Mingzhong stood at the front, looked at the corpses on the peak, looked at Yu Zefeng with fierce eyes, and said angrily: "Very good, very good, no one has dared to treat me like this to the Shanhemen monk for many years, but the old man has always underestimated you." ”

"It's no different to say more, today should also be counted as the last one-knife feud, today you and me, only one person can leave alive. Yu Zefeng still said with his eyes closed, his tone did not have a trace of emotion, and the hearts of those who listened were cold.

"What did I say? It turns out that there is a magic weapon, do you think there is arrogant capital? The old man told you that the gap in the realm cannot be made up with a single magic weapon."

After gritting his teeth, he took out a small knife from the mustard stone, this knife was a six-grade magic weapon 'Angry Waves'. has been with Chen Mingzhong for decades, and I don't know how many people's blood he has drunk during this period.

Spiritual power was injected, and with a wave of his hand, the knife became three feet in size, and shot straight towards Yu Zefeng.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and his pupils flashed sharp.

Hold the hilt of the sword in half a step, pull out the sword with a "poof", hold the sword body at the side, raise the arm obliquely from the side to the back, swing a half circle from back to front, and the sword body slashes forward with a "slash".

A golden sword qi shot out towards the flying Tao Fury Knife, Yu Zefeng did not stop there, and took three more steps forward in a row, and the black hair was unparalleled in one step.

The four sword qi were connected end to end, slashing at the Tao Fury Sword one after another.