Yu Feifan didn't dare to be careless in following the spirit sword all the way, this was the critical moment, he hadn't yet smashed his soul into the spirit sword, and this sword was easy to be seized by others.

Seeing that the long sword was about to fly into the thunder, Yu Feifan suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a divine light immediately entered the spirit sword. Yu Feifan immediately felt that there was a trace of connection between him and the spirit sword, but he couldn't control the sword yet.

Yu Feifan had just finished doing all this when suddenly a thunderbolt struck him. Almost instantly, Yu Feifan's body was struck by lightning, knocking him into the ground.

There are a lot of monks competing for the spirit sword, and naturally there are some reckless monks who are desperate to enter under the thunderclouds. But before they could snatch it, they were knocked down by the thunder above their heads, and they were directly turned into ashes.

"I really don't know whether I live or die!" Huang Fu sneered not far from the thundercloud, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was talking to the other monks around him.

"Yes, even if we don't dare to step forward with such a thunderstorm, let alone these Guiyuan Realm monks. It was the Great Elder of the Long Family who spoke, "But who is refining the magic weapon, it seems that this is Lu Daoyou's refining room." Don't you know that Brother Huangfu?"

"Although Lu Daoyou is a monk of our Huangfu family, it is not only our Huangfu family who refines magic weapons. Huangfu said indifferently, "I am afraid that it is not an ordinary monk who can refine such a powerful magic weapon." ”

"With such a big thunder tribulation, it is impossible for an ordinary magic weapon to do so, and looking at the formation of this thunder tribulation, this magic weapon may not be underestimated. The Great Elder of the Lin Family stood behind the two of them and said solemnly.

There were more than these three monks in the city, some of them were watching alone, and some of them were standing together in groups of three or five to communicate with each other. It's just that these people all have ghosts in their hearts, and they each have their own plans.

At this moment, a thunderclap came from within the spirit cloud, and it turned out to be red thunder and lightning.

"Torture thunder, it turned out to be torture thunder. I don't know if it was the monk who cried out in terror. Then the surrounding monks immediately began to stir. The thunder is not an ordinary thunderstorm, once this thunder appears, most of the things that cannot be between heaven and earth appear in this realm.

"I'm afraid this spirit sword is not an ordinary thing. Huangfu looked down at the blue sword that kept hovering under the thunderclouds, and there seemed to be a blue light hovering in the long sword.

An arm-thick thunderbolt struck down and directly slashed down the blue spirit sword. However, the blue light on the spirit sword flashed and flew up again, the spirit sword was made of dripping stone, and there was a green dragon flame on it, and the power contained in it was naturally not easily dispersed by a single thunderbolt.

But the thunder and lightning in the air were thicker and thicker, and the waves were more urgent than the waves. It was only half an hour before and after, the spiritual light on the spirit sword had already dimmed, the thunder and lightning in the air seemed to be exhausted, and there was a muffled sound in the final spirit cloud, as if only the last blow was left.

The monks around him knew very well that this final blow would be a thunderous blow. If the spirit sword can't withstand it, it will be annihilated by the ashes, and if it is in the past, it will naturally make an extraordinary spirit sword.

At this moment, those high-level monks could no longer remain indifferent, under the pressure of their joint efforts, those low-level monks had already been driven far away, once the last wave of thunder tribulation passed, these monks would definitely snatch the spirit sword. As for who can get it, it depends on their ability, as for who is refining the flying sword, they don't care for a long time, and even if they do, they won't take it to heart.

Yu Feifan was not hit on the ground by the thunderbolt, and such a big thunder would not dare to resist even a cultivator who entered the evil realm, let alone a monk of the Guiyuan realm. Almost the moment the thunder touched his body, he took the opportunity to use Hua Yuanding to escape, and hid underground.

Yu Feifan looked at the high-ranking monks around him underground, his face under the mask was unusually pale. Even if the spirit sword dodged the last ray of thunder power, it would be difficult for him to break through these high-level cultivators.

Because of the use of secret techniques to consume longevity yuan, Yu Feifan was almost in a state of madness at this time, and he knew very well that once the true yuan in his body was exhausted, he would inevitably become very weak. I'm afraid that I won't have to rob these people at that time, and I'm afraid he won't even be able to protect his own life.

As for the spirit sword in the air, Yu Feifan was not at all worried that it would be destroyed by the final thunder tribulation. Others may not know, but he knows very well that the spirit sword is sealed with a trace of the Qinglong divine soul, although it is only a trace of the divine soul, it is very spiritual, and will never let the spirit sword be destroyed.

Sure enough, when the last thunderbolt landed, the originally dim spirit sword suddenly burst into blue light, and then a cyan flame emerged from the spirit sword, and the entire spirit sword suddenly became powerful.

The last thunder tribulation was really powerful, and it turned out to be a thunder python drilling out of the clouds. The mouth swallowed the spirit sword at once, and suddenly the thunder and lightning in the sky were like thousands of thunder snakes exploding and flying in the air.

Because of the thunder and lightning, the trace of the spirit sword was drowned out by the thunder and lightning, and even those monks who entered the evil realm could not see the location of the spirit sword.

"That's it!" Almost at the moment when the thunder and lightning were about to dissipate, Yu Feifan had already determined the location of the spirit sword through the connection of the divine soul.

A black light flashed, and Yu Feifan immediately flew to the position of the spirit sword. As soon as he grabbed it with one hand, he grabbed the spirit sword that wanted to fly away in his hand. Because there was a trace of Yu Feifan's soul in the spirit sword, the moment the spirit sword arrived in his hand, he immediately became obedient.

When the surrounding cultivators found the trace of the spirit sword, they flew over one after another. When they found out that there was actually a monk at the center of the thunderstorm, they immediately became furious, and all the attacks flew towards Yu Feifan for a while.

Such a power is not to mention a Returning Yuan Realm monk, even a Entering the Evil Realm Monk will not be spared if he is hit.

When almost all the magic weapons hit Yu Feifan's body, Yu Feifan hurriedly turned into a Yuan Ding and flew out in an instant.

"There!" The moment Yu Feifan reappeared, he was immediately discovered by a high-ranking monk.

"These people are not high-ranking monks. After Yu Feifan appeared, his body was immediately shrouded in a heavy blood mist, and as soon as the magic trick in his hand moved, the whole person flew towards the outside of Xiandu City at an incredible speed. What he is now using is the Great Escape of Water based on the consumption of essence blood.

This speed was really incredible, and Yu Feifan was surprised when he felt his speed. It's just that this escape is a very serious burden on the body, and Yu Feifan's current body is almost fighting for his life.

He was no longer able to take care of his physical condition, and although the cultivator who had entered the evil realm behind him was slowly being distanced, if he wanted to get rid of it completely, Yu Feifan did not dare to stop the great escape of the water.

Although he was wearing a mask, his black hair had already turned white from the burning of Shouyuan, and the burning of a large amount of essence blood had already burdened Yu Feifan's body to the extreme.

"If you continue to consume essence blood, I'm afraid that you don't need those cultivators who have entered the evil realm to chase after you, and you yourself will die because of the exhaustion of essence blood. The demon warned. It's just that this time Yu Feifan didn't speak, he didn't know his current situation.

After a day and a night, Yu Feifan finally couldn't support the magic weapon under his feet anymore, and fell off the silver shuttle.

Yu Feifan reluctantly found a cave, then completely sealed the entrance of the cave with a long sword, and set up several prohibitions in the rocks, and then planted himself on the ground.

It wasn't until a few days later that Yu Feifan woke up again. He supported his body and sat up, only to find that the loss of essence and blood in his body was serious, and the spirit and demon qi kept wandering in the meridians, and there was a danger of going wild again at any time.

"It's really dangerous this time. Yu Feifan sighed in his heart, and the magic trick in his hand began to slowly recover his mana.

Fortunately, he has the Water Spirit Bead and two Demon Pills in his hand, and there is the Demon Dragon True Yuan in the Huayuan Ding.

After the appearance of the spirit sword in Lu Yiding's hidden mansion, it had already alarmed the entire Xiandu City, and even Qianlu Academy was also investigating the matter. Lu Yiding was completely monitored and interrogated, but no matter how others interrogated, Lu Yiding himself didn't know who the person refining the spirit sword was.

In desperation, those high-ranking monks actually performed the soul searching technique on him, once this technique was cast, the person who was cast was immortal and would become a waste.

However, no matter how the monks in the Xiandu City searched, they couldn't find the monk who took the spirit sword in the first place, and he was like evaporating from the world.

Huangfu Bingyun stood outside Yu Feifan's cave and looked into the distance, his eyes flickering, as if he had some doubts. Just now, she used a secret technique to try to communicate the blood talisman in Yu Feifan's body, but she found that the blood talisman had disappeared.

"Could it be him!" Huangfu Bingyun whispered to himself, "but how did he get rid of the blood curse?" Huangfu Bingyun's face was full of melancholy, and he stayed in front of Yu Feifan's cave for a while, and finally turned into a ray of light and disappeared.