"What about people?"

"Why did it disappear all of a sudden?"

Fan Chong's disappearance made many of the attacking monks a little overwhelmed.

"He can't run! everyone is attacking around!" said a clever monk.

In less than a cup of tea, Fan Chong was really forced out by the intensive attack.

"The surname is Chu, Dao Ye is not finished with you!" Fan Chong scolded as he dodged the attacks of the monks. After taking a look in the crowd, he didn't find Chu Yunfeng's figure.

Bastard!

This guy must have taken advantage of the chaos to escape!

"Stop, I surrender!" Fan Zhong was helpless and raised his hands. In order to save his life, he handed over his storage ring and his outfit, and told him the agreement he had with Chu Yunfeng.

After stopping, a monk cautiously stepped forward to check, and there was indeed no spirit flower in it except for Fan Chong's own things.

Some people were not at ease, and under the surveillance of everyone, they searched Fan Chong's whole body, but still did not find it, and made sure that he did not hide the spirit flower privately.

"Capital crimes can be avoided, but living crimes cannot be escaped! These things, everyone should divide them, and they can't be in vain!"

As soon as someone proposed, it was immediately approved by everyone. As a result, Fan Chong's accumulation was "confiscated". It was only when he was forced by war that he was able to leave the little hammer behind.

The matter has come to this, his life has been saved, and he also hates Chu Yunfeng so much!

No! Dao Ye can't swallow this breath!

Fan Chong was ruthless, spit out a mouthful of essence blood into the palm of his hand, cast a spell slightly, and wiped his eyes. Immediately after, two rays of blue light shot out, and the entire Xiangyue Valley was invisible under his eyes.

When he turned around and wanted to look behind, he saw a familiar figure, more than a dozen feet away, watching his jokes.

"Finally caught you!Show your original form!" Fan Chong was ruthless, and struck a fierce blow, forcing out Chu Yunfeng, who was hiding not far away, "The Ghost Flower is on him, grab it!"

Fan Zhong shouted, and Chu Yunfeng was suddenly exposed to the eyes of the monks.

"Damn boy!"

"Kill him!"

"The Wraith Flower is mine!"

The fight was staged again, but the target of the attack changed from Fan Zhong to Chu Yunfeng.

"Dig a groove! bastard Taoist!" Chu Yunfeng turned around and fled. So many people attacked and killed, and if you don't run, you will die.

What hurts him is that he only knows where he came and how to leave. After going around to the Moon Valley, he was finally caught up by the monk.

"Death to the boy!"

"Nine Elephant Fist!" Seeing that he couldn't escape, Chu Yunfeng turned his head and punched.

After blasting the first monk back, he brazenly took out the Cleansing Sword. With what he had learned so far, he had to use the Heavenly Asking Sword Technique in order to deal with group battles.

"First Style: The Sword Asks the Sky!"

There were not many people who caught up first, and Chu Yunfeng began to stack sword moves from the first style to accumulate strength. This move is very powerful and not lethal enough, and it can only scare people.

"Second Style: The Sword Rises and Falls!"

Two moves in a row, thunder and no rain in the light made people understand the details of Chu Yunfeng. This guy can only put on a show, and basically can't threaten the powerhouses of the Purple Mansion Realm.

The sharp-eyed monk recognized his move, which was the Heavenly Sword Technique of the Sword Sect. The matter of stealing teachers has caused a lot of controversy.

As a result, a group of monks not only wanted to seize the cherry fruit, but also to capture Chu Yunfeng and send him to the Sword Sect to ask for merit.

Stacked to the fifth form, Chu Yunfeng's power threatened the Purple Mansion Realm, killing several careless monks.

People began to pay attention to it, but due to misestimating his mastery of the Heavenly Asking Sword Technique, more than a dozen monks died at the hands of Chu Yunfeng.

Stacked to the sixth form, the monks in the middle of the Purple Mansion Realm couldn't get close to him even a bit.

"He has mastered the essence of the Heavenly Asking Sword Technique, and he has the strength to fight at the next level, let's go together!"

Many monks rushed up, and Chu Yunfeng swung his Cleansing Sword and wandered around the battlefield. Every sword that came out would take the lives of several low-level cultivators of the Purple Mansion Realm.

One after another Purple Mansion Realm monks died, and the low-level Purple Mansion Realm monks went up, which was tantamount to sending them to death.

"Purple Mansion Realm late-stage cultivator, joint strike!"

Finally, a high-level monk of the Purple Mansion Realm saw through the key to the matter, and shouted out in a loud voice, and one hundred and ten monks from the late stage of the Purple Mansion Realm and the peak of the Purple Mansion Realm made a move in unison.

There are many people, and it is for this reason that Fan Zhong chose to surrender before. Chu Yunfeng secretly asked the Heavenly Sword Technique, even if he surrendered, no one would accept it, but it would fall into the hands of some people.

"Seventh Style: Kill!"

In the bright moonlight, the sword intent stirred the wind and clouds, swaying murderous aura. The heavens and the earth suddenly darkened, like a dark cloud blocking the moonlight, staging a murderous catastrophe.

In this way, Chu Yunfeng relied on his cultivation in the early stage of the Mortal Realm to cause the destruction of the peak of the Purple Mansion Realm. Every sword light has reached the limit of the Purple Mansion Realm. As far as the sword light went, all the monks who were below the peak of the Purple Mansion Realm drank and hated on the spot one by one, like the wind blowing wheat waves, showing a one-sided trend, causing great shock.

"It's the Cleansing Sword! Ask the Sword Sect about the long-lost Cleansing Sword!"

Chu Yunfeng's strength and swordsmanship have reached the point where they are comparable to Uncle Tai's sword dust at the peak of the Mortal Realm. It's a pity that as a former kendo genius, Uncle Tai's sword dust was buried forever in the underground palace of the dog ape clan.

The monks who recognized the Cleansing Sword were not only not afraid of being killed by Chu Yunfeng, but they even more exposed their bloodthirsty ferocity. They may not covet the Heavenly Sword Technique, but they can't refuse the value of the Cleansing Sword to the Sword Sect.

"Kill!"

"Seize the Cleansing Sword!

Man dies for money, and birds die for food. Seeing the value of the Cleansing Sword, all the monks went crazy and swarmed towards Chu Yunfeng.

Fan Chong, who was still watching the excitement, also put away his schadenfreude. In the face of such a group of vicious wolves, he asked himself that he couldn't deal with it, and there was an eighty percent chance that he would stay here.

"It's a pity, boy, you shouldn't be in a position!" Fan shook his head.

Chu Yunfeng cultivated the Heavenly Asking Heaven Sword Technique to the seventh form, what if he could kill the peak of the Purple Mansion Realm? At the same time, in the face of so many greedy wolves, he would also be bleeding.

At this moment, Chu Yunfeng slowly took out a fruit, which was the cherry thorn fruit that Ghost Lingzi gave him.

"Ignorance! An extraordinary fruit can make you turn the tables around? This is a trapped beast!"

Call~

The wind is blowing.

Chu Yunfeng stood sideways with his sword, and the wind swept through the blade, and there was a sound of cutting through the air.

The moonlight in the valley was suddenly mobilized, and slowly began to rotate, forming a bright whirlpool of light.

In the heavens and the earth, without warning, there was a sound of chanting, as if it was a prayer, and it was like a sacrifice.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

The monks were impatient, and capturing Chu Yunfeng was the king.

Buzzing!

Chu Yunfeng moved.

The blowing wind and the shining moonlight surged into lightsabers flying in the sky, swinging with Chu Yunfeng's sword momentum.

"Eighth Style: Light Wind Ceremony!"

The monks present, including Fan Chong, were all shrouded in sword intent. When the rich sword aura filled everyone's eyes, the eighth type of killing opportunity had arrived.

Call~

The moonlight is quiet, and the wind is blowing again.

The monks who had come to attack were blown away in the wind like sculptures made of sand, as if they had never been to Xiangyue Valley, and their traces were completely erased.

As soon as the sudden wind stopped, there were only two people left in the entire valley: Chu Yunfeng and Fan Chong.

"Uncle Ji Ming!"

For the rest of his life, Fan Zhong called out a name that was almost forgotten by the world. For hundreds of years, the only monk who has realized the eighth form of the Heavenly Sword Technique is Ji Ming, the uncle of the Sword Sect.

Now, the second monk appeared - Chu Yunfeng. For the Sword Sect, no matter what, this is an irony. However, after today, Chu Yunfeng will definitely be targeted by the Sword Sect.

In another dense place of Lannu Mountain, Qiongmu Fence suddenly felt it, and looked up in the direction of Moon Valley.

"What a strong sword intent!" Qiong Mu Li's expression was solemn.

He has been practicing swordsmanship since he was a child, and his swordsmanship has been a little accomplished. Even so, that sword intent that was overwhelming made him feel threatened.

"Shizun said that after the death of Uncle Ji Ming, no one in the world can compare with his old man's swordsman! Who is it, and the sword intent is so strong?"

Qiong Mu Fence swayed a sword aura, looking for the ethereal sword intent in the sky, and chased away.

The search for three days was fruitless. Until the fourth day, a moonlit path lit up underfoot.

"Xiangyue Valley, no wonder I can't find it!"

Qiong Mu Hedge no longer hesitated, and resolutely embarked on the road of moonlight.

A few days later, the Qiong Wood Hedge appeared in a valley of moonlight. After many days, the valley was empty, and there was still sword intent in the air.

Qiong Muli closed his eyes and felt carefully. After touching the incense stick for a while, I already have an approximate understanding.

"Powerful sword technique! It's a pity that the person who uses the sword is too unfamiliar with the moves!"

If Chu Yunfeng was here, he would definitely throw himself to the five bodies that he admired. If you don't see the person who casts the sword, you have already guessed that eight or nine are not far from ten.

After a few hours, Qiong Muhedge found nothing else and was about to leave, but as he left the valley, he saw a man lying on the grass by the roadside.

"It's him!" Qiong Mu Fence recognized the identity of the person lying on the ground at a glance, and not far away, there was a spirit sword, "This is... Cleansing Sword!"

Lying on the ground was none other than Chu Yunfeng.

After killing the monks who chased and killed him in the valley, Chu Yunfeng took the cherry thorn fruit and forcibly sacrificed the sequelae of the eighth form. Before he fell unconscious, he also drove Fan Chong away.

Qiong Mu Li leaned over to check Chu Yunfeng's injuries, and seeing that he was fine, he picked up the Cleansing Sword first.

"Uncle Ji Ming's sword!"

Suddenly, a murderous aura gushed out from his sword-holding hand. As long as he makes a move, he will be able to get rid of Chu Yunfeng immediately and take the Cleansing Sword for himself.

Airplanes!

The Cleansing Sword seemed to feel the killing intent of Qiong Mu Fence, and there was a hissed of resistance. It was precisely this sword roar that woke up Qiong Mu Fence.

"It's so dangerous!" Qiong Mu Fence wiped a cold sweat, and was terrified, he actually coveted the Purifying Sword, and almost shook the heart of the sword.

The master of the sword will not fake the hands of others, and will not abandon the sword in his hand!

If he really killed Chu Yunfeng and occupied the Cleansing Sword, it would be tantamount to not believing in the Spirit Sword in his hand, and even more doubting his own sword path. In that case, the fruits of his decades of cultivation would be ruined.

With a long sigh of relief, Qiong Mu Fence picked up Chu Yunfeng and took him away from Xiangyue Valley.