"I want to see what you elders can do when they come!" Han Wushuang's expression was cold, and as soon as he shook his jade hand, Zhao Ye's protective divine power suddenly subsided, and an irresistible force came, and he rolled his eyes and fainted directly.

"You actually killed Senior Brother Zhao Ye?" everyone was shocked and shocked.

"Brothers, avenge Senior Brother Zhao Ye!" I don't know who shouted, and suddenly all the Feiyun Pavilion disciples present sacrificed their weapons one after another and blasted towards the three of them.

All kinds of soldiers trembled and rose brightly, dazzling, and the glare mixed with terrifying power flooded the heavens and the earth.

"Hmph!" Shui Tianxing's eyes widened, and his eyes suddenly turned into Fang Lei Hai.

"Whoosh!"

Binocular radio, arcs of electricity surged out, pierced the sky, and disappeared in a flash, so fast that everyone had no time to resist.

"Crackling!"

"Ahh

There was a sound of electricity, screams, all the weapons in the sky flashed in arcs, everyone's bodies trembled, their hair stood on end, and wisps of white smoke rose.

The disciples of Feiyun Pavilion were all lying on the ground by the arc of electricity, their eyes were white, and they had lost their resistance.

"Bold, dare to spread wild in my Feiyun Pavilion!" A roar roared in the distance, and a figure stepped into the air.

The white clothes are fluttering, the body is fast, like a light and fluttering cloud, and after taking a few steps tightly, it has already come to everyone's eyes.

The person who came was about twenty years old, with a crown like jade, a handsome spirit, an ethereal temperament like clouds and mist in the sky, and a wisp of mist lingering on his side, and there was a kind of wind of feathering and ascending to the immortal.

"Meet Senior Brother Zhao!" The remaining Feiyun Pavilion disciples who had not fallen looked at the arrival, and their faces were happy.

"Hurt my Feiyun Pavilion disciple, spread wild in my Feiyun Pavilion, don't measure yourself, die!" The young man glanced at everyone, a flash of color flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly made a move.

"Buzz!"

An ordinary punch, ethereal and uncertain, wisps of white smoke flew out, and with the fist, the smoke curled up, like a dream.

As soon as this punch came out, everyone's spirits shook, as if they were caught in the endless clouds, and the surroundings were white.

"Phantom Cloud Fist!"

Caught in the fog, Lu Chen was quite surprised and muttered to himself.

"It seems that this person's status in Feiyun Pavilion is not low, and he can actually learn this punch!"

A punch illusion, the clouds and mist are steaming, making people lose themselves.

Back then, the Feiyun Emperor relied on this punch to make the Nine Demon Clan suffer.

"It's a pity, it's just a scratch!" Lu Chen shook his head with pity on his face, and his mind moved.

"Start the master-apprentice transmission, target Shui Tianxing, practice Phantom Cloud Fist!"

"Hum!" Wan Dao Divine Heart glare at it, like the rising sun, piercing the fog and instantly submerging into the center of the Shui Tianxing eyebrows.

The master-apprentice teaching function of the system is convenient and fast, and it adds Lu Chen's understanding of this secret technique.

Shui Tianxing felt it slightly and immediately made a move.

"Hum?"

A punch returned to the basics, more ethereal than Zhao Cheng's fist intent rushed to the sky, when he swung this punch, it seemed that there was a sound of the avenue of heaven echoing, and the fog was filled, like a dream.

This punch silently disintegrated Zhao Cheng's punch, and everyone instantly escaped from the dream realm, but Zhao Cheng fell into the illusion realm of Shui Tianxing.

Shui Tianxing's Phantom Cloud Fist has the accumulated experience of Lu Chen, although it is still very jerky when it is used for the first time, but it is strong against Zhao Cheng.

"What?" Zhao Chengfeng's light face changed, and when he looked around, he was wrapped in the mist, and he was shocked.

"This is the Phantom Cloud Fist?"

"How could you possibly be my Phantom Cloud Fist of Feiyun Pavilion?"

Zhao Cheng roared gloomily, his body was surging for a while, his blood was surging, galloping, and a fighting spirit soared into the sky, his hands were not slow, his fists were raised, and white fists slammed into the white mist.

"Boom!"

The white fist shot into the void like thick arrows, causing the void to tremble, blasting the white mist out of the sky one after another, dispersing the surrounding fog.

However, as soon as the fog cleared, more white mist immediately appeared, and as soon as the white fist passed, it immediately surrounded him and drowned him again.

"How is this possible?"

Zhao Cheng had a ghostly expression on his face, even if he was stupid, he knew that the other party was not nervous about the Phantom Cloud Fist, and he had a higher level of comprehension than him.

"Kill!" After Zhao Cheng was briefly shocked, he immediately stabilized, looked around, his eyes were bright, and a strong fluctuation of divine power came from his body.

"Boom!"

The entire misty space burst for a while, centered on his body, and a shockwave swept out, sweeping across thousands of armies.

"Zheng!"

I don't know when, there was a silver-white long sword in his hand, and with a sweep of it, thousands of sword qi burst out, crisscrossing and filling the void.

"Ten Thousand Swords!"

"Boom!" The sword qi swept in all directions, sharp and unstoppable, so many sword qi criss-crossed, separating the mist, and after a moment's tightness, the mist was torn apart.

"It's a bit of a Tao, but it's a pity that no matter how hard a spirit king works, without the guidance of a master, he is powerless in the face of the Phantom Cloud Fist!" Lu Chen saw Zhao Cheng's movements, nodded slightly, and said with a sigh.

"Hmph, get back to me!" Shui Tianxing snorted coldly, and the "Phantom Cloud Fist" was used again.

"Buzz!"

With a punch, the heavens and the earth trembled, and the monstrous mist once again shrouded the earth, surrounding Zhao Cheng, who had just escaped the encirclement, again.

"Boom!"

In the white mist, an ancient palace phantom suddenly appeared, and an inexplicable qi came.

Vicissitudes of life, primitive, atmospheric, and heroic, an invisible coercion came from the ancient hall and suppressed it.

"Phantom Cloud Fist's second layer of one-punch incarnation!"

The huge palace phantom descended, and a majestic qi suppressed down, just like the palace of the ancient gods, and the divine power was invincible.

"Boom!"

The palace is full of fairy energy, hidden in the white fog looming, ethereal and ethereal, unpredictable, obviously in front of you, within reach, when you go to induce, it is very far away from you, out of reach.

"Click!"

Cracks appeared in the void under this pressure, as if they could shatter at any moment.

"What is this?" everyone looked at the scene with a shocked expression.

"Can Senior Brother Zhao do it?" Seeing that Shui Tianxing was so powerful, the Feiyun Pavilion disciple swallowed hard and muttered in a low voice.

"Senior Brother Zhao is a legend of the outer gate, he will definitely be able to bear it, don't worry!" A Feiyun Pavilion disciple patted his chest and assured.

Zhao Cheng was the first person in the outer gate back then, and during the competition, he singled out the core disciples of the inner gate, so he was favored by the elders and joined the inner gate.

After joining the inner gate, he showed his demonic talent, and the green clouds soared, and the inner disciples were breathless.

In three years, he was promoted from the Hou Realm of the Outer Gate to the peak realm of the Spirit King, and he was one step away from becoming the Emperor Realm, which shocked everyone in the entire Feiyun Pavilion.