"Yunzhongjun?"

Feng Yi screamed, and looked at the misty white light not far in front of him, although Yun Zhongjun did not show his body, but that clear but straight through the clouds, there is no other person in the world except Yun Zhongjun.

Dai'e and Yingsleeve also sensed the momentum, they also hated Yun Zhongjun, and the two women suddenly moved, flew from a distance, and stood side by side on Feng Yi's left and right.

After a while, the cloud and mist rose and turned into a human nature, with white beard and white hair, it was Yunzhongjun. He smiled, and with a casual wave of his big hand, a strange spiritual power suddenly split the surrounding space, and the three thousand weak water sword arrays used by Feng Yi were shattered at once.

Hundreds of people in white were out of control, one by one, their faces were defeated, obviously they were not lightly injured, and when they looked at Feng Yi again, there was already a trace of fear and jealousy in their eyes.

"Master!" the white-clothed men bowed and saluted, looking quite ashamed.

Yun Zhongjun waved his hand and asked them to step back, then looked at Feng Yi and said with a smile: "Boy, do you think that after learning some Taoism in Kunlun Mountain, you can show off your power in front of the old man?"

"Old man, are you mistaken? You led a large army to invade my territory, how can I, as the young master of Great Xia, sit idly by?" Feng Yi raised his head and smiled.

"Don't waste your efforts, boy. The Great Xia Dynasty has been struggling for a hundred years, and it is time to perish. You alone can't change the ending. When Yun Zhongjun spoke, a trace of hatred appeared in his eyes, even if he was now the head of the Penglai Eight Gods, the hatred of exterminating the clan was still difficult to expel from his heart.

In his heart, Ji Wenming and his descendants must die!

If he didn't care about his identity and didn't want the Great Wilderness to fall into a situation of misery, I'm afraid he would have used his great magic powers to help the army of the Han Kingdom slaughter.

"How could it be me? Behind me are thousands of people of Great Xia, and there are many rangers who have been destroyed by the cold country and wandered in the wilderness. With them, I'll never be alone. It is your cold country, which seems to have swept the great wilderness and dominated the world, but in fact, it has already lost the hearts of the people, and you are the one who is not far from destruction. Feng Yi was calm and said indifferently.

His voice was carried out with spiritual power, as loud as a bell, and the Great Xia soldiers below cheered in unison when they heard this, and their morale was greatly boosted.

Yun Zhongjun sneered: "Since you are so stubborn, then the old man will capture you and let you witness the destruction of Great Xia with your own eyes." ”

After a while, countless clouds changed overhead, and gradually turned into a big hand of thousands of zhang, with the momentum of destroying the world and destroying the earth, and pounced down.

"You two stand back!" Feng Yi said to Dai'e and Yingsleeve, with an unquestionable tone.

Dai'e was about to be dissatisfied, but when she sensed the terrifying big hand in the sky, her face changed slightly, and she had to suppress her desire to make a move. And Yingsleeve stared at Feng Yi's face, looked at it for a moment, blushed, and flew down with Dai E.

They were too far away from Yun Zhongjun to join the battle, so they spread their anger on the surrounding Han country army. Their cultivation is extraordinary, and the Taiyin Heart Sutra they have cultivated is quite peculiar, and the immortal law has been used, and the light is full of light, and the attack power is amazing, and those soldiers of the cold country have been shocked, and there are countless casualties.

Feng Yi sensed that Yun Zhongjun's earth-shaking spiritual power was pressed down from the top of his head, and he was not afraid at all, but laughed out loud: "I want to see, what realm has the cultivation of the God of Penglai Heaven reached?"

His arm shook, Ming Hongjian screamed, flew out, circled in the sky, and suddenly turned into a huge lark of hundreds of zhang in size, the flames on the lark's body were rolling, every feather was burning, its eyes contained a strong killing intent, flapping its wings and flying, and several huge fireballs were spit out of its mouth one after another.

The fireball tumbled and flew, growing bigger and bigger, and finally collided with the big hand. Around the fireball, ripples of spiritual power flew outward, and the big hand composed of majestic heavenly power was suddenly pierced out of a large hole.

However, above this sky, the Pure Void Heavenly Spirit was inexhaustible, and a cloud of white light quickly condensed above the big hole, and the big hand re-condensed after trembling.

When the red lark saw it, it screamed sharply, and the sound was like a sharp arrow, soaring into the sky. It flickered its wings violently, and the flames turned into a red cloud that was almost a thousand feet long.

In an instant, a big hand was reflected red, the surrounding glow continued, and the rainbow light flew all over the sky, and finally with a bang, the invisible giant hand cracked open, and disappeared into invisibility in the bursts of explosions.

"Ming Hong Sword Spirit, boy, I didn't expect you to control this divine sword to such a point?" Yun Zhongjun was surprised and said with a smile.

"Old man, there are so many things you didn't expect?" said Feng Yilang.

"Really, how about picking up the old man again?"

"Nothing to be desired!"

The voice of the old man in the clouds resounded in the sky, and after a while, his body also became illusory, but the voice echoed for a long time, and it never stopped.

The people below, including the soldiers of the Han Kingdom, were so frightened that they were shocked and did not dare to move. To them, it was as if Yun Zhongjun had become one with the entire sky. At this moment, he is the embodiment of heaven, but all living beings are prostrate on the earth, and they can only look up.

This kind of deterrence is born from the depths of the heart, and such a god of heaven in front of ordinary mortals does not dare to have a trace of disrespect, let alone resistance.

However, Feng Yi knew that Yun Zhongjun's cultivation of the Spirit of Heaven was just wrapping his body with the help of the surrounding clouds at this moment, and his powerful aura spread to every corner with the help of the sky. But these are just illusions, and his true body is still somewhere in the sky.

Originally, with Feng Yi's heavy light divine pupil, it was not difficult to find such a strong person with earth-shattering cultivation. However, Yun Zhongjun's "Qiankun Shifting" spell was extremely wonderful, even slightly better than Qimen Dunjia, and Feng Yi couldn't detect his location in a short period of time.

In this way, Yun Zhongjun will use the "Ten Thousand Phases and Thousands of Uniques", which is enough to cut off the water avoidance divine sword, and he will be even more difficult to defend.

In desperation, Feng Yi let out a long roar, and above his body, three strange rays of light flickered continuously, and after a while, those rays of light condensed on the surface of his body, turning into blue, yellow, and blue spiritual power battle armor.

A moment later, another gray aura emerged from his heart, adding another layer to the tricolor armor. Although this layer of aura was not as flickering and sharp as the three-color spiritual power, it contained an extremely deep feeling, as if it contained everything, but there was nothing.

Buzz!

The next moment, Feng Yi suddenly heard a strange sound behind him, as if the space was torn apart and formed a wave. The voice approached quickly, stabbing him in the back. Feng Yi's eyes were fast, and when he turned around, he hit the sword technique of the Son of Heaven and blocked it.

In an instant, the fluctuation flickered rapidly, and it actually split the sword qi that burst out of the Ming Hong Sword, and the two fierce breaths collided together, turning into an extremely sharp roar. Feng Yi could even see that countless cracks had appeared in the void in front of him, constantly spreading outward.

"Good boy, the Supreme Divine Ding is also perfect, no less than your grandfather back then. Yun Zhongjun laughed, but there was no hatred in his voice, but a faint joy, as if it was a very pleasant thing to be able to see the changes of this artifact again.

"Old man, don't get close to me, either you will withdraw today, or we will fight to the death!" Feng Yi shouted.

"Are you dead or alive?boy, you're overestimating yourself!" Yun Zhongjun's laughter was suppressed from the depths of the firmament, and then the strange humming sound appeared in all directions of Feng Yi, and it was like a net of heaven and earth, sealing all of Feng Yi's paths, and he could only directly confront the attack that tore through the void.

Feng Yi's face finally became solemn, he knew that this kind of attack was extremely terrifying, and it could cut off almost everything in the world, even the frozen realm of the Taiyin Fairy might not be able to fight against it. And a few months ago, even the combined strike of the two gods of Xiang Jun and Xiang Lady was defeated in front of this magical heavenly spell.

Speaking of which, this "Thousand Kills without Phase" is somewhat similar to his own three thousand weak water swords, but what the three thousand weak water swords use is nothing more than a sword qi that fuses the power of chaos, and the attack is far inferior, but there is another kind of spiritual power that can constantly weaken the enemy's breath. The difference between the two attacks is huge.

Feng Yi snorted, the three-color spirit armor on his body continued to flow, and the three spiritual powers of earth, wind, and water continued to merge, making his breath ever-changing, suddenly as thick as the earth, and suddenly as soft as the flow of water, and then as agile as the wind, gradually, the three breaths have blended together, and they can't distinguish each other.

"Son of Heaven Wind Sword!"

Feng Yi shouted, and the wind spirit turned into a green light and poured into the Ming Hong Divine Sword. With the help of the wind, the red lark was very fast, and the flames swept out, spreading within a radius of thousands of feet, the sky was red, and countless scorching breaths fell on the ground like torrential rain.

Many of the soldiers of the Cold Kingdom below were hit by the flames, screaming and rolling, and the scorching smell continued.

"Son of Heaven Water Sword!"

"Heaven and Earth Sword!"

In a moment, the three kinds of spiritual power were continuously poured into the Ming Hong Divine Sword by the wind, fusing into a powerful and incomparable aura, the sword momentum changed endlessly, regardless of each other, a sword stabbed out, and the three spirits of wind, water, and earth have been fully realized. Gradually, the sword technique was displayed to the extreme, and the three colors between heaven and earth flickered, and even the severed heavenly spirit fluctuations could not approach his surroundings.