Everyone in Tianxiang Valley was stunned, and Zhou Zhimin was even more so, she had just fought with the gray-clothed man, and she knew very well in her heart that she was not able to be strong in her own way, and the white-clothed scribe must be more advanced than the gray-clothed man's cultivation, but she seemed to be very jealous of this martial artist who didn't seem to be in tune, Zhou Zhimin not only looked at Lin Yifei suspiciously, but she really couldn't see anything abnormal.

At this time, the gray-clothed man who had just been beaten down saw that Lin Yifei didn't answer, and he couldn't hold back the vicious look on his face, and looked at Lin Yifei with resentment.

"Boy, what kind of person are you, no matter a cat or a dog, hurry up and report your name, otherwise don't blame the uncle's subordinates for being ruthless!"

Lin Yifei turned his head to look at him, and looked up and down again.

"Hero, I am known as the domineering mad god, a saint in Zhongzhou, a whirlwind hand in the sword level, a martial artist in the sword swinging group of demons, Lin Lightning is also!"

Lin Yifei said nonsense from here, and Lu Ju, who was standing behind, had also come back to his senses at this time. As soon as Lin Yifei finished reporting her name, she showed an incomprehensible look on her face, turned her head to look around, and turned her head to look at Xie Xiang next to her, with a puzzled expression.

"It seems that his name has changed, it seems that it was not like this when he first reported to us, at that time it seemed to be called a sword across the sky, a fast sword killing, a thunderbolt invincible god boxer, stepping on the snow without a trace of ghosts, how come it has become a domineering mad god now, a saint in Zhongzhou?"

How did she know that Lin Yifei was talking nonsense now, and he was also talking about it at that time, and now he has long forgotten how he reported the name at that time. Xie Xiang looked at Lu Ju's confused expression and wanted to laugh, but he didn't laugh after all.

At this time, the man in gray who was beaten down was obviously enraged, jumped forward, and scolded loudly:

"Little rabbit cub, dare to entertain uncle from here, is your father and mother dead, giving birth to you to talk nonsense, there is really a mother who has no father to teach!"

He was inexplicably knocked down from the sky by a sword just now, and he felt that his face was dull, and at this time, it seemed that he could regain face by saying a few cruel words, and all the shortcomings and advantages of the world, the cultivators seemed to have inherited them well.

The white-clothed scribe's face changed when he heard this, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't help it, Lin Yifei's face was like ice, and his eyes showed a look of rage, and the words of the gray-clothed man violated his taboo.

Looking at the person in front of him who insulted his parents, Lin Yifei forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and his tone was extremely cold.

"The best way to educate a person with a sloppy mouth is to smoke his mouth. ”

After speaking, he walked slowly towards the man in gray, and there was a hint of evil between his eyebrows.

The gray-clothed man also sneered, and just wanted to come out with a sword, when he suddenly felt an incomparable mana pressing over like a mountain, penetrating into his limbs and hundreds of bones, his body suddenly stiffened, his hands and feet were constantly calling, and Neidan jumped extremely strongly, but it seemed to be restrained.

The gray-clothed people were horrified, and two words flashed through their minds like lightning.

"Imprisoned!"

Immediately, cold sweat flowed down, and he looked at Lin Yifei who was walking slowly, with a look of extreme fear in his eyes.

Lin Yifei walked up to him unhurriedly, took a closer look, and then raised his hand and slapped him six times in a row, kicked out far away, and the gray-clothed man's skill was sealed, and he immediately fainted, and there was not a single tooth left in his mouth.

Everyone showed terrified eyes, at this time Lin Yifei was not far from the other party, as soon as Lin Yifei made a move, the white-clothed scribe and the other two floated back at the same time.

There is another gray-clothed man who does not believe in evil, he preemptively exhales the sword and twists his body up, his body just rises from the ground, only to feel a strange force pull him down, and then a flower in front of him, his neck is tight, and he has been lifted up by a big hand, and the gray-clothed man struggled slightly, and immediately felt that his power was sealed, and his soul suddenly died.

Lin Yifei flipped his wrist and let the man in gray face him, at this time the man in gray was like a dead snake that had been choked by seven inches, his face was full of ashes, motionless, his hands hung weakly in front of him, the flying sword had already dimmed, the cold eyes of the warrior in front of him made him cold to the heart and lungs, Lin Yifei looked up and down, with a cold meaning in his tone.

"Is this the level of a cultivator, don't be ashamed. ”

After saying that, he casually took the gray-clothed man out, and the gray-clothed man flew away diagonally, rolled on the ground a few more times, and then did not move, and threw the flying sword aside.

Everyone was stunned, and everyone in Tianxiang Valley looked at all this dumbfounded, although they didn't know how high the cultivation of these two gray-clothed people was, but Zhou Zhimin knew that the other party also had the level of the fifth level of the Imperial God Stage at the very least, and these two must be considered masters in the cultivation world, and they were killed or alive by a martial artist in the blink of an eye, and they had no power to fight back.

The white-clothed scribe and the other three retreated violently again, and then all soared into the air, and the sword in the hand of the only gray-clothed man was the first to shine, and the green sword carried thousands of wind blades, mixed with a fierce roar, sweeping towards Lin Yifei like a mountain and a sea.

The faces of everyone in Tianxiang Valley all changed, and several of the lowest cultivation couldn't help but start trembling slightly.

Lin Yifei suddenly had a long rope in his hand at this time, which was not very long when he first took it out, and then quickly skyrocketed to more than twenty zhang. This long rope is actually the back tendon of a river jiao, which was obtained by Lin Yifei some time ago when he was looking for medicine for the little old man and taking the river Jiao gall, and then he felt that the material was good, slightly refined, long or short, and the tenacity was abnormal, Lin Yifei named him the binding dragon rope, and after refining, he put it in the storage card, but he didn't expect it to come in handy today.

In fact, with Lin Yifei's cultivation, he can make a sword with his hands, and he can send out an unparalleled sword gang with his hands, and the power is amazing, but Lin Yifei at this time is much more mature than when he first went to the sky, and there are many real masteries that are not necessary, and there is no need to use them, and the hidden strength Mo Zhang Yang is the golden rule of cultivators, and against a cultivator of the level of the gray-clothed man, the dragon is bound to the dragon, and Lin Yifei does not want to end the battle too quickly.

At this time, under the urging of the Pill of Force, the dragon rope has changed from the original light yellow to bright silver, the end of the rope exudes a trace of light, Lin Yifei shook his hand, the dragon rope seemed to raise his head, and then faced the attack of the man in gray, cut in from the front, and the end of the rope exuded a brighter brilliance.

The gray-clothed people's hearts were shocked, and they tried their best to resist the sword, only to hear a crisp loud sound, the dragon rope collided with the gray-clothed man's sword body, making a sound of gold and iron, and the sword and wind blade in the sky suddenly dispersed, and the gray-clothed man's hand holding the sword shook violently, and the sword came out of his hand, the brilliance quickly dimmed, the gray-clothed man's face was pale, a mouthful of blood spurted out, the tiger's mouth was cracked, and the blood on his hands also flowed out.

At this time, the dragon rope rolled down, and the gray-clothed man didn't wait to come back to his senses, only to feel a sharp pain in his right ankle, which had been caught by the long rope, and he just wanted to struggle, but found that the mana could not be raised.

Lin Yifei shook his hand to retreat the dragon rope, and then turned again, the man in gray lost the protection of his mana, and he felt that the blood of his whole body was surging towards his head, his face was purple and red, and he was extremely uncomfortable, Lin Yifei turned him around, used his strength, changed the direction of the long rope slightly, and then smashed heavily on the man in black who was already scared, and the two fell to the ground like stones, and they were also unconscious.

At this time, the attack of the white-clothed scribe also arrived, his cultivation was the highest, but he retreated the farthest, it was a huge fan shadow, the fan shadow was wrapped around a hazy green mist, there seemed to be many small green fans in the green air, occasionally flashing a dazzling light, obviously the white-clothed scribe's fan was a good magic weapon.

In an instant, the attack was approaching, and Lin Yifei circled the dragon rope, forming a silver glittering wall, and greeted the fan shadow of the white-clothed scribe. In a moment, the two attacks collided together, this time it was actually a metal grinding sound, which was very ugly, Lin Yifei's heart moved at will, and the head of the dragon rope was full of light again, breaking through the opponent's attack, driving straight in, and running towards the huge fan shadow.

The huge fan shadow suddenly began to rotate, driving the surrounding small fans to also rotate rapidly, the soaring green gas was like a monstrous wave tumbling and surging, mixed with a trace of electric light, suddenly accompanied by a loud bang, the fan shadow emitted a dazzling green light, the giant fan disintegrated, and the umbrella bones shot out in all directions, the umbrella bones were large and small, and after scattering to the surrounding areas, they swirled slightly, mixed with a trace of green mist, screaming and shooting towards Lin Yifei from all directions.

Lin Yifei sneered, after the giant fan collapsed, the remaining small fan and dense fog were already at the end of the strong crossbow, and they were twisted by the dragon rope, and then dispersed.

At this time, several small fan bones were very close to Lin Yifei, the dragon binding rope was extremely shortened, Lin Yifei swept away the nearest few casually, the last fan bone was the most inconspicuous, and the speed was the slowest, due to the slow speed, it was left to the end, and it was also the nearest fan bone to Lin Yifei, Lin Yifei didn't care, drove the dragon binding rope, and swept towards the last fan bone.

At this moment, this most inconspicuous fan bone suddenly flourished, and its size suddenly increased dozens of times, transforming into a green giant sword, which struck Lin Yifei like a lightning speed, and was in front of him in an instant.

The disciples of Tianxiang Valley in the back screamed in unison, and the white-clothed scribe laughed loudly, extremely proud. This magic weapon is called the Nightmare Sword, also known as the Nightmare Fan Sword, and it is an extremely vicious magic weapon with all kinds of changes when attacking.

Lin Yifei's mind was racing at this time, the white-clothed scribe and Tianxiang people did not know Lin Yifei's true strength, the Wei Qi Sword was more than poisonous, but the power was only average, at this moment, although the Wei Qi Sword had transformed into a real body, it was close at hand, but the threat to Lin Yifei was limited, and he could completely smash him aside, but he didn't know if there were other more vicious tricks in this evil sect's magic weapon, Tianxiang and the others were not far behind him, if there were other evil methods, although they would not hurt themselves, but these budding cultivators behind would never be able to resist the other party's thunderous blow, and they would definitely be affected by the disaster of the fish pond。

In desperation, Lin Yifei gritted his teeth, and the silver light on his body flashed, and at the same time, the green light of the Wei Qi Sword had also swallowed him.