After dealing with Huafu and Kunyuan with the power of thunder, Yun Fei's eyes finally turned to Su Yong and the others. After launching a wave of collective attacks, they entered a situation of absolute silence, especially after seeing Kun Yuan, who had advanced to the ninth rank of the gods, also fell without any resistance, that kind of silence reached the extreme.

"Yun Fei, what are you going to do?" Su Yong, Bai Fan, Blood Sea, and Youzhong stepped forward one after another, staring at Yun Fei with solemn expressions.

Yun Fei ignored them, he looked at the disciples behind the four of them, and said, "If you are willing to surrender, put down the Xuan soldiers and be captured." Those who are unwilling to surrender will abandon their cultivation and leave Winterfell from then on. ”

Yun Fei asked himself, he really couldn't set his hands on killing those ordinary disciples, because he knew that although there were many hateful people among those disciples, most of them were only acting on orders. A lot of things, I can't blame them.

Man is one such creature. As collectivists, they tend to follow their leaders to make irrational decisions, even if they don't fit their original intentions.

Yunfei doesn't have the kindness of a woman, he just tries his best to maintain the good thought in his heart, the good thought of being animistic and betraying life and death.

"This ......" After hearing Yun Fei's words, those disciples immediately looked at each other and were uncertain.

After seeing the hesitation on the faces of the disciples, the Blood Mansion Blood Xuan suddenly couldn't help but roar: "Hmph! If you dare to betray my Blood Mansion, my father and I will definitely let you die a good death!"

......As soon as Xuexuan's voice fell, Yun Fei appeared in front of him like a ghost. Yun Fei probed lightly with his palm, grabbed Xuexuan's neck in one fell swoop, and then twisted it slightly, taking Xuexuan's life.

"Xuan'er!" Blood Sea screamed sadly, his eyes immediately turned red, he stepped forward, his palms were as red as blood, and slapped Yun Fei's chest fiercely; Yun Fei turned a blind eye to the attack of Blood Sea, and he threw a punch lightly, imprinted on Blood Sea's chest.

"Poof......" A mouthful of blood spit out from the sea of blood, and his body fell weakly.

Yun Fei's head was slightly off, avoiding the fragments of internal organs in the blood spit out by the sea of blood, but he was extremely close to the sea of blood, and a few drops of crimson blood still fell on his face.

Yun Fei turned to the disciples of the Blood Mansion and said coldly, "People of the Blood Mansion, give you ten breaths of time. ”

"Whew...... Call...... Hu ...... "After being stimulated by the smell of blood, the emotions of the people in the Blood Mansion suddenly became unstable. They looked at Yun Fei, who had killed their own mansion master and young mansion lord in a flash, and their eyes gradually became unkind.

Yun Fei maintained that nonchalant expression, he threw out a piece of dark soul jade, and the power of the divine soul surged to stimulate it, and thousands of ice feathers condensed behind him, and the cold aura emitted almost completely frozen the sky.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven......" Yun Fei's voice without any emotional fluctuations sounded, and the aura emanating from the ice feather behind him became more and more powerful.

"Three, two, one. The moment Yun Fei finished the timer, the sound of the Xuan soldiers falling one after another sounded in the Blood Mansion camp at the same time.

And Yun Fei didn't break his promise, the ice feather behind him shot towards those disciples who were still holding on or waiting, and each ice feather shot into the lower abdomen of those disciples with extreme accuracy, completely abolishing their cultivation.

Subsequently, Yun Fei turned to the disciples of Youfu, and also gave the time of ten breaths, with the example of the Blood Mansion in front of him, the decision of the people of Youfu was much simpler.

At the moment when Yun Fei spoke, three-quarters of the people of Youfu threw the Xuan soldiers into the air, including Youjiu, the young master of Youfu.

By the time Yunfei finished counting, five out of six of the people in Youfu had already chosen to surrender. With a wave of his palm, Yun Fei fulfilled the thirteen people who insisted on it at the end. It also contains the two-faced, three-knifed, and uncertain temperament.

Yun Fei ignored Yu Jiu's shocked eyes, and he drew a scoop on the gourd to give the rest of the people the same multiple-choice question. Like the people of the Blood and Shadow Mansions, most of them chose to surrender, and only a small number chose to stick to their sects.

Yun Fei will not say that those who surrender are all soft bones who are greedy for life and afraid of death, nor will he say that those who insist on not bowing their heads are strong and unyielding true men. He just gave them the same multiple-choice questions as he thought in his heart and gave them the same respect for their answers.

Of course, Yun Fei, the leader of the group, did not let any of them go.

In this battle, Yun Fei single-handedly killed the Huafu of the Yinyang Sect, Kunyuan of the Beiming Palace (Xiao Zi intervened), Wumen Baifan, Jianxingmen Su Yong, Su Li and his son, Xuefu Xuehai, Xuexuan father and son, Youfu Youzhong, Youjiu father and son, and a number of elite disciples of the six major sects.

It can almost be said that Yun Fei alone has disintegrated the most basic strength of the six major factions in just half an hour! In the face of absolute strength, those people can only passively make the answers set by others, and there is no room for bargaining.

"Yun Fei, what are you going to do with these people?" Chu Yang approached and asked, pointing to the large group of dragonless disciples on the opposite side.

It is not difficult to hear that Chu Yang's tone contained a relieved aftertaste. It can be seen that Yunfei can open up to those ordinary disciples, which makes Chu Yang's friends feel a lot more at ease.

"Their words ......" Yun Fei looked at the remaining eight-tenths of the crowd, and was also embarrassed for a while. He only thought about sparing their lives, but he forgot what to do with them.

Stay here, they will definitely fall apart, and maybe they will run back to their own sect again, and then they will have to work hard. Take them with them, they are a big burden, and when it comes time to settle the accounts with the Yin-Yang Sect, maybe they will beat them up and find death by themselves.

"Deliver them to me first. A soft voice sounded, and a woman in palace clothes drove a colorful cloud and slowly floated over.

Yun Fei looked at the somewhat familiar colored clouds, and asked, "Could it be that the predecessor is the master of the Hundred Flowers Mansion?"

Hearing this, the woman waved her hand and said, "Seniors don't dare to be." You and Tongtong are in the same generation, and if you don't see the outside, you can call me Aunt Nan. Seeing Yun Fei's somewhat embarrassed look, Nan Jing immediately continued: "Otherwise, just like everyone else, call me the master of Nan Jing's mansion." ”

"Yun Fei has seen the Lord of Nanjing Mansion. Yun Fei arched his hand. It is true that this Nan Jing is a generation older than him, but if you want him to call him "Aunt Nan", it is a bit too hasty.

"Master of Nanjing Mansion, I don't know how you plan to place these hundreds of disciples of the Six Sects?" asked Mo Hong on the side.

Hearing this, Nan Jing smiled and said: "Hehe, this little friend, please rest assured, I will bring them back to Baihua Mansion for the time being, and after you have pacified the Yin Yang Sect and the Beiming Palace, I will take them to Taixuan Sect, and then I will let you dispose of them." ”

"In this way, then thank you to the Lord of the Nanjing Mansion. ”