"Haha, how!"

Yu Yafei held the sword, looked at the few people who fell to the ground with wide eyebrows and shouted.

Qingyu Chen, who had not yet made a move on the side, smiled slightly when he saw this, as long as it developed like this, it would be okay to defeat these dozen people.

The few people who were knocked down immediately stood up from the ground, completely ignoring their own injuries, they were all members of the Yan Er Sect, and there was still the holy daughter of the Yan Er Sect standing behind them, at this time, it was like the sect master looking at him personally, how dare he fall to the ground like this.

Even if he lost his life, he couldn't let the reputation of Yan'er Sect be broken in the hands of the Taoist sect of the Four Rings.

Killable, not humiliating!

Seeing everyone stand up, Yu Yafei frowned, as if he was angry, and the big sword was raised suddenly, not giving them a chance to breathe.

After a few swordsmanship in a row, Yu Yafei began to pant tiredly, but he was very happy in his heart, as long as these people who could fight could not stand up, who in the cultivation world would care about his victory with high and low.

They will only marvel at the grand event of the Luoxia Sect, and the disciples of the disciples will make the monks of the Yan'er Sect immobile, and they will win more with less, what an honor.

Who would care that Yu Yafei is in the late stage of his initiation, could it be that more than a dozen people in Yan'er Sect can't beat a higher-level person.

If this is the case, then the name of Yan Erzong is too false.

At this time, seeing that a few white mangs were coming, more than a dozen Yan'er Sect monks rushed over, and their swords collided, and suddenly a soft light appeared, like a barrier to dissolve all the white mangs.

Before Yu Yafei could come shocked, the soft light barrier instantly turned into a huge sword shadow, blocking his waist and slashing towards Yu Yafei.

"Uhh

Yu Yafei's green muscles burst out, how could he not have imagined that the few Luoxia swordsmanship that he had slashed with all his strength would be dissolved by them, and he would attack himself instead!

It was difficult to accept it for a while, looking at the huge sword shadow coming, Yu Yafei did not dodge, and also raised his sword and swung his extremely confident Luoxia swordsmanship to collide with it.

The sword shadow only paused, and then quickly flew towards Yu Ya.

The sword body is horizontal, and Yu Yafei, who is no longer able to resist, can only do this, the sword body hits, and Yu Yafei knocks down a few big trees before it stops.

Holding the trembling sword body, Yu Ya spat out a mouthful of blood violently, looked up at Qingyu Chen with difficulty, and said, "You still haven't made a move!"

Qingyu Chen also reacted immediately, relying on Yu Yafei alone was by no means their opponent together.

Tianqi stood here with Xiao Qianqiu, just looking at it like this, he felt his blood boiling, this Yu Yafei was also quite powerful, but he was always too confident, if it was just him, I believe he would soon be defeated.

Let's take a look at what this light rain Chen does, Tianqi is also quite curious, how unusual can this book be?

The book is invisible, and only the shadow hangs in the air.

Light rain Chen flicked his fingers, and suddenly a burst of fog appeared among the people of Yan'er Sect, and the two of them didn't know who the other party was, which showed how thick the fog was.

The light rain Chen spiritual power continued to transmit, and he hurriedly shouted at Yu Yafei, "Hurry!"

Yu Yafei smiled wickedly at the corner of his mouth when he saw this, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and rushed into the fog with his sword.

No matter who it was, he slashed with a sword, and suddenly there was a wail in the fog, and sparks could be seen bursting.

The back of his head was cold, what kind of trick is this, it is so evil, in this life, the fog is not seen, as long as Yu Yafei desperately cuts it, who can parry it.

Moreover, the other party was all from Yan Erzong, and he didn't dare to fight back, so as not to accidentally hurt his own people in this fog.

"Spread out!"

I don't know who shouted in the fog, and suddenly everyone scattered in all directions, and escaped from the fog one after another.

But there are still some people who are wounded, and there are blood stains on their bodies and hands.

"Haha, don't run, come on!"

Yu Yafei chased a person from the fog, strode out, and split the person out of the fog with a sword, with a deep wound on his back, blood and tears.

The person who was cut lay on the ground and wailed in pain, and did not forget to point his sword at Qingyu Chen, "Kill her!

Everyone reacted, this fog was caused by the light rain Chen, at this moment the light rain Chen saw that everyone walked out of the fog, his fingers trembled lightly and left the writing, maintaining the fog for a period of time is also a lot of consumption.

Then the fog cleared, as if it had never appeared, only the blood stains that could be seen everywhere were very palpable.

Everyone in Yan'er Sect immediately looked towards Qingyu Chen, and they all clenched their swords in their hands, if it weren't for this Qingyu Chen's alley, he Yu Yafei would be able to hurt so many people.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Qingyu Chen immediately flicked his fingers, and from a foot away from him, a raging fire suddenly appeared, stretching all over his body.

As soon as the wall of fire came out, everyone didn't dare to step forward, even this heat wave needed spiritual protection, let alone rushing into the fire to subdue the light rain Chen.

The monk who was slashed by Yu Yafei behind the back roared, got up directly on the ground, and rushed into the fire with his sword in his hand.

I thought I would go in like this, but as soon as I rushed to the edge of the fire, I was pierced through the heart by Yu Yafei's sword.

"You...... You ......"

The monk lost his breath and turned around, and fell directly into the fire and died.

This move immediately provoked the anger of everyone! It's just a competition, you can hurt people, but how can you do something murderous!

Tianqi was also taken aback, and turned to look at Xiao Qianqiu beside him curiously, wanting to see how she reacted to this matter, but Xiao Qianqiu was covered by a white scarf and couldn't see her expression, but she was as determined as a wood, and seemed to be indifferent to Yu Yafei's murderous behavior.

Tianqi's heart was slightly cold, this Yu Yafei has started to kill your people, and you still don't stop it at all, what a ruthless woman.

In the flames, Qingyu Chen also looked at Yu Yafei with a shocked expression.

How could Yu Yafei still laugh, "He just said that he wanted to kill you, if I don't kill him, he will kill you, if I kill you, how can I win!"

"Bastard!"

A middle-aged monk among the crowd saw that Yu Yafei had killed his own people, how could he still hold his breath, and swung his sword is a sword slash towards Yu Yafei.

This middle-aged monk was in the middle stage of his initiation, and he slashed down with a sword, and although Yu Yafei blocked it, he also retreated several steps in a row.

"You're looking for death!"

Yu Yafei was slightly angry, his body moved quickly, and a sword wiped out the middle-aged monk's head.

Killing another person, this undefined melee eventually turned into a life-and-death struggle.

For a while, the monks were angry and fought with Yu Yafei.

Tianqi looked at Xiao Qianqiu, who didn't seem to be interested in this at all, and didn't know what she thought.

It was the fat woman beside her, Gui Yue, who clenched her hands urgently, but Xiao Qianqiu didn't speak, and she didn't dare to rush forward to help.

The scuffle opens, and life or death is irrelevant. There were only two dead on Yan Erzong's side, and he Yu Yafei alone couldn't get any benefits, and after several battles, he was already injured.

Holding his bleeding arm, Yu Yafei had to start retreating, how could he be the opponent of so many of them alone.

Helpless, Yu Yafei shouted at the light rain Chen in the fire behind him: "If you don't make a move, we will both die here today!"

After speaking, a monk rushed towards Yu Yafei, and Yu Yafei was powerless to fight, so he had to swing his sword to push him away.

But the monk did not stop walking, and jumped into the fire, which instantly began to burn on him.

The monk screamed, and the spirit sword in his hand was thrown directly towards Qingyu Chen.

The blade of the sword pierced through the flames, and a sword pierced Qingyu Chen's shoulder, and Qingyu Chen was awakened by the pain, and then lost the assistance of the fire, and the fire dispersed, leaving only a charred corpse in its place.

Yan Erzong's side has folded three people.

The price was only to scratch Yu Yafei with a few swords and pierce Qingyu Chen's shoulder with a sword.

The rest of the Yan'er Sect monks all surrounded the two of them as if they were dead, and they started to get closer, and they were about to hack the two to death with knives.

Qingyu Chen gritted his teeth and pulled out the spirit sword on his shoulder, now this scene is passive, from the time Yu Yafei killed the first person, it is not destined to end. Unless two die, or they die.

"Yu Yafei, I'll fog up immediately, you use Luoxia swordsmanship to break an exit!"

Light Rain Chen roared, pointing to the magic book, and the fog rose around.

Yu Yafei licked the blood on his lips, how many years, I didn't think that I had fought like this today, and I still killed people from Yan'er Sect, how could I not be excited!

"Good!"

Luoxia's swordsmanship flashed out a white light and slashed straight in front of him.

The Yan'er Sect monks in the fog couldn't see the direction of the swordsmanship clearly, but they were resolutely not afraid, and no one stopped, and they all rushed in with their swords.

Outside the fog, a white light streaked out blood, followed by the upper body of a half-dead monk, his eyes were not filled with fear, only full of anger.

If you die, you are miserable, and if you are not dead, you will be chopped to pieces.

Then a hand, a kick, and a skull came out of the fog......

Tian Qi's eyes narrowed slightly, this is all like this, Xiao Qianqiu didn't make any moves.

For this woman, Tian Qi was deeply shocked, if this trip to the Four Rings Yan'er Sect could escape, he would never enter.

The fog gradually dissipated, and Yu Yafei failed to use Luoxia's swordsmanship to break a path for the two.

This is also the goal that the Yan'er Sect monks are unyielding, if one person escapes, then these people will die in vain.

Yan Erzong only had eight living mouths left at this time, and all of them were injured, and they all looked at the two people who were surrounded tremblingly at this time.

Yu Yafei raised his sword and pointed at it, laughing miserably, "Hahaha, there are only eight of you left, and I will kill you one by one!"

Qingyu Chen's face was pale, and he was about to reach the limit by casting the spell three times in a row, and each time he cast it, it lasted for a long time, and his spiritual power began to recover and couldn't keep up.

The eight of them raised their swords in unison, pointing their swords at the two of them, all of them silent in anger.

The soft light rose again, in comparison, the soft light of these eight people was not as strong as before, but the killing intent burst out from the eight people!

The trembling dots of Light Rain Chen's fingertips were like the illusion book that was about to disappear, and a pillar of fire rose up in the sky, suddenly like a flower, falling towards the top of the eight people's heads in eight directions.

Yu Yafei jumped up, touched the pillar of fire with a sword, and Luoxia's swordsmanship descended with the pillar of fire, touching the soft light of the eight people.

The color change stopped abruptly, and the forest was paved with yellow in an instant.

Half a day is like a sunset, and impermanence looks at life and death.

Eight people fought together, the pillar of fire wore away the soft light, and Luoxia swordsmanship cut human bones.

There was a sudden sound, a piece of brightness, the soft light did not exist, the pillar of fire dissipated, and the Luoxia swordsmanship also subsided.

Only two of the eight members of Yan'er Sect seemed to be alive now, one stood up, his chest against the hilt of the sword, and the sword body sank into Yu Yafei's chest;

Light rain Chen fell to the ground without knowing life or death, his hair was unkempt, and his seven holes were bleeding.

Yu Yafei spat out a mouthful of blood, trembling and reaching out to push away the dead thing in front of him, the monk simply inserted his sword into Yu Yafei's body before he could breathe.

Yu Yafei knelt directly on the ground, the thick blood in his mouth was dripping continuously, and the sword in his chest was powerless to pull it out, and he had no spiritual power and strength.