With an angry roar, this person's palm suddenly erupted into a cloud of smoke like black mist, this smoke was actually condensed by extremely pure yin qi, the power was extremely terrifying, and before he could get close, Yang Yifan felt a cold and piercing chill!

The strength of this short monk is the second layer of the foundation, strictly speaking, it is stronger than the current Yang Yifan's strength.

But when his palm attacked, Yang Yifan didn't have any panicked expression on his face, and as soon as he flipped it with one hand, the Soul Imperial Sword appeared in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, a breeze struck, and the long sword in Yang Yifan's hand was like a willow in the wind, unpredictable, and like a spiritual snake, it stabbed towards this Ten Thousand Poisons Sect monk!

"The sword goes with the wind!"

As soon as the sword came out, the heaven and earth were cold, and the yin wind was wrapped around the long sword in Yang Yifan's hand, as if it had turned into an invisible tornado, and it stabbed out with a roar!

"Not good!"

The short monk felt the majestic sword intent rushing to his face, and his face changed, but the distance between the two was already short, and Yang Yifan's sword was extremely fast, and when he found out that something was wrong, he could not avoid it!

"Drink!"

At the last moment, the short monk's eyes suddenly shot a touch of ruthlessness and determination, he shouted violently, and the palm he swung out twisted violently, and he actually changed the direction a few points, wanting to turn the bombardment into a shot and knock the Soul Divine Sword away from the side.

But what he didn't expect was that just when he was about to slap the Imperial Soul Divine Sword with this palm, a cold light also flashed in Yang Yifan's eyes, and then, with a flick of the latter's wrist, the originally vertical Imperial Soul Divine Sword suddenly turned horizontal, and the way this sword attacked was also changed from thorns to sweeps!

This sweep, like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, swept over the palm of a short monk without hindrance!

"Huh!"

With a soft sound, a painful expression flashed on the face of the monk one by one, and then his body exploded, and by the time he returned to the other four, he was already sweating profusely, and his eyes were full of resentment and anger!

"Tick ...... Tick ......"

In the whistling yin wind, the sound of blood dripping was particularly clear, and at this time, the palm of the short monk was already drenched in blood, and his originally sound five fingers were directly cut off by Yang Yifan's sword!

"Look for death! Look for death! Kill him! ”

The short monk roared angrily, the resentment in his tone was almost soaring to the sky, his eyes were staring at Yang Yifan, eager to eat his flesh and swallow his blood!

"Let's get on it!"

The faces of the other four people were already extremely cold, they shouted softly, and then, the four of them formed a square formation and went directly to Yang Yifan to surround and kill!

The first person is the strongest, with three layers of foundation, he is holding a long whip of white bones, this long whip is about two meters, it is actually a white bone refining one after another, and these white bones look extremely gloomy, like white jade, flashing with a trembling luster!

The person on the left is the strength of the second layer of the foundation, he is holding a white bone staff in both hands, there is a skull the size of an adult fist at the top of the staff, and the skull's mouth is still flashing with green fire, which looks extremely weird and infiltrating, coupled with the image of him shrouded in black robes, like the villain wizard in some magic movies.

The other two are both the strength of the foundation level, and the two of them surprisingly did not sacrifice any weapons, but stood very close, their hands dancing at the same time, making extremely strange postures, as if they were casting spells.

The four foundation building monks burst out at the same time, and when they landed, they set off a frenzy of yin qi, driven by the violent true qi fluctuations around the four of them, the yin wind that was already howling around them was even more violent at this time, as if it was about to form a tornado!

And Yang Yifan is like a lonely boat in the stormy waves at this time, looking extremely weak.

"It's over!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Yu's heart suddenly cooled by half.

Yang Yifan is very strong, and Wang Yu has already realized this when he directly killed the two monks guarding the valley mouth with a single sword.

But no matter how strong Yang Yifan is, there is a limit after all, right?

Although Wang Yu didn't know Yang Yifan's true realm, he could feel that the aura exuded by Yang Yifan was similar to that of the black-robed man who was the leader of the four, and the black-robed man still had three helpers.

Impossible, right?

I don't know why, Wang Yu always felt that Yang Yifan could create miracles, but reason told him that at this time, the so-called miracle creation is simply impossible.

These two completely different moods made Wang Yu extremely entangled.

Fortunately, Yang Yifan didn't let him struggle for long.

He looked at the four people who rushed over, and a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then the Divine Magic Cube was thrown out, completely locking this space!

Wherever the Divine Magic Cube reaches, Yang Yifan is the rule!

"Breeze Sword Technique!"

With a light shout, the Soul Divine Sword in Yang Yifan's hand burst out with a strong sword aura, and then, in the face of the four people, he did not retreat but advanced, and rushed to kill!

Qingfeng swordsmanship is all about one word, fast!

And this swordsmanship is in Yang Yifan's hands, in addition to being fast, it is also extremely agile and elegant, especially with the Divine Magic Cube as an aid, Yang Yifan can almost reach any position he wants to go in this vicinity in an instant, so the moment his words fell, he had already appeared next to the two monks who had built the first layer of the foundation!

The persimmon has to be pinched softly, Yang Yifan's purpose at this time is obviously very clear, that is, to eliminate the opponent's living force and open the situation as quickly as possible!

"Stinky boy! You're looking for death! ”

Seeing Yang Yifan disappear suddenly, and then appear behind him, the monk holding the long whip had a cold face, and the long whip in his hand was thrown out fiercely, and then, the long whip rose in the wind, and in an instant, it turned into a huge black python, exuding a strong coercion, letting out a silent roar, and attacking Yang Yifan!

"Kurosawa!"

Yang Yifan snorted coldly, without turning his head back, the long sword in his hand still slashed towards the two weaker Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks, and as his words fell, a black light flashed violently on his wrist, and then broke away and flew behind him!

And the same as the long whip, after leaving Yang Yifan's body, this black light also rose in the wind, not only that, but its size became even bigger, and in the blink of an eye, it became a hideous python dozens of meters long and as thick as a bucket, looking up to the sky and roaring, like a dragon!

"This ...... This ......"

Seeing this scene, the monks of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect were all shocked!

Who is this kid?

This breath ......

He actually carried a demon beast from the foundation building period with him!!

(End of chapter)