In the north of Yunzhou, in the mountains shrouded in clouds and mist, the mountains are very dark, and from time to time there are a little fires everywhere, and under a closer look, there are people hiding everywhere here as if they are guarding against something, and even those fires are still fighting, and there are all kinds of people in different clothes lying around.

Yan Qingfeng was only thirty years old and used absolute force to suppress the Holy Sect for five years, so that the Holy Sect that had been besieged by the major sects five years ago could not fall apart.

Five years ago, due to the arrogance of the Holy Sect, although the Holy Sect had the strength to surpass the major sects, and the old sect leader did not restrain it, which caused Yunzhou to complain about the Holy Sect, which made the major sects in Yunzhou led by the Yan God Temple unite to start a war with the Holy Sect.

That battle made the sky in Yunzhou dark, and the battle that lasted for three months caused countless casualties on both sides, and the old sect leader also died under the siege of several powerhouses in the Great Tribulation Period, which caused the Holy Sect Dragons to retreat without a head.

Then, Yan Qingfeng, the young adopted son of the old sect leader who had been in retreat for three years, practiced the Holy Sect's Divine Skill Nine Turns Xuangong and went out, and at the age of twenty-five, he took over the remnants of the Holy Sect vigorously and resolutely and began to shrink into the valley here, and the Great Elder Lin Tianxing arranged a great array of guardians here that gathered the spiritual power of the entire mountain, so that the Holy Sect could be preserved here.

In the past five years, the Holy Sect has gradually subsided and converged, and the decent alliance has been unable to break through this last rat's nest and can only go back to rectify it, and only a few people are still rooted here and want to infiltrate the Holy Sect, so that they can break it from within.

Yan Qingfeng understood that what happened in his early years was entirely because of the chaos of the three sects and nine streams at the bottom of the Holy Sect. If you want to survive, you have to break your wrist to clean up the people below, so in the past five years, not only outsiders, but even the Holy Sect has been killing people constantly.

At this time, in a firelight, a group of people were besieging the three of them, and not far away, a young man with a disheveled head sat on a colorful tiger, he was dressed in black, wearing a black iron mask on his head, and only a pair of cold and ruthless eyes were leaking out to watch the battle on the field.

The three people in the field gradually couldn't support it, and wounds began to appear everywhere on their bodies, but the momentum continued to rise.

The three of them knew that several of them had exposed their identities, and now that they were dead, only the three of them were still struggling to support, and it was already nine deaths, so they simply let go of their defenses and attacked with all their might, and at the last moment, it would not be in vain to delay one more person to accompany the funeral.

As the field intensified, the unwillingness and madness in the eyes of the three gradually turned into firmness.

After killing a few more people, the three of them finally couldn't hold on anymore.

In the face of a ferocious enemy, they no longer have the strength to plunge their long swords into each other's chests.

"Yan Qingfeng, one day, you and these scum of the Demon Sect will definitely die without a place to be buried!"

After saying this, one of them could no longer hold on to being pierced by several long swords.

The other two were the same, but before they finished speaking, they saw an afterimage floating by in the field, and they could no longer say what they wanted to say.

Yan Qingfeng slapped his palms expressionlessly, and after slapping the two people to death, he didn't look back, and walked towards the depths of the mountains.

If it weren't for that sentence, he wouldn't have made a move, for him, if it wasn't for idleness, he wouldn't want to look at this siege, and over the years, such things have happened many times.

"A bunch of sanctimonious people!"

Riding on the tiger, only his faint voice was left in the spot.