"It's useless to be anyone!" Wen Qingye sneered, his wrist flickered, and the sword in his hand shook and stabbed towards Li Zhouyu's throat.

Li Zhouyu's lips were wide open, and there was a look of horror in his eyes.

But at this moment, a vision struck.

"Boom!"

Wen Qingye felt as if the sword in his hand had been flicked with great force, and the aftershocks shook to his chest, if it was someone else, he would definitely abandon the sword in his hand.

"Tick!"

Blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and slowly fell to the ground, Wen Qingye's eyes looked at Deacon Yinfeng in the distance, and it was he who stopped Wen Qingye's fatal sword.

This person's cultivation is profound, and his cultivation is absolutely above the Yin and Yang realm.

Deacon Yinfeng looked at Wen Qingye with his eyes, as if with a hint of oppression, and said softly: "When I traveled around the ancient country of Luochen, I owed a favor to the Nangong family, so this time I hope that this nephew can let this Li Zhouyu go, how about it?"

Deacons are generally disciples of the third generation, but the deacons are generally outstanding cultivators among the three generations of disciples, and the elders are generally outstanding disciples of the second generation, so Deacon Yinfeng calls Wen Qingye a nephew.

In this way, the name is recorded, the core brother is the fourth generation of disciples, and then the third generation of deacons, elders, and the second generation of peak masters, this is the system of the entire Tianxuan Sect.

When Li Zhouyu heard Deacon Yinfeng's words, his eyes were overjoyed, "Uncle save me, save me!"

Wen Qingye's hands continued to tremble, but his eyes became colder and colder, "You let me spare him, will I spare him?"

Deacon Yinfeng couldn't help frowning after hearing this, not to mention Wen Qingye, although the top ten people of the named disciples may not be comparable to him in the future, but now they have to give him three points of thin face, but it doesn't seem to work in the face of Wen Qingye.

"Be forgiving and forgiving" Deacon Yinfeng continued to say bitterly: "If you kill him, you will completely offend the ancient kingdom of Luochen."

Wen Qingye heard Deacon Yinfeng's words, and did not show a look of fear, but laughed, "I'm really not afraid of the ancient kingdom of dust."

Seeing Wen Qingye like this, Deacon Yinfeng couldn't help but be angry and shouted, "Then I really want to keep this person?"

The rolling sound shook the nine heavens, like thunder and anger, and everyone looked at it, and their hearts were shaken.

"Deacon Yinfeng is angry, and the three generations of disciples are angry"

"The cultivation of the three generations of disciples has long surpassed that of our four generations of disciples, in my opinion, Wen Qingye can only stop this time."

"I didn't expect Deacon Yinfeng to protect Li Zhouyu so hard, the ancient country heritage is really good"

........

"Then it's up to you," Wen Qingye's eyes became colder and colder.

"Whoosh!"

Wen Qingye's right hand was raised, and a sword in his hand rushed towards Li Zhouyu with a terrifying chill.

"Junior, you dare!"

Deacon Yinfeng saw that the sword in Wen Qingye's hand stabbed straight at Li Zhouyu, and he couldn't help but rush towards Wen Qingye with a straight body.

The surrounding wind was howling and howling angrily, and Deacon Yinfeng's body stood in front of everyone, rushing towards Wen Qingye with overwhelming momentum.

"This is the strength of three generations of disciples?"

"It's terrifying, the momentum is simply suffocating!"

"This is definitely not the strength that only the masters of the Yin and Yang Realm have!"

........

"Squeak!"

Wen Qingye's teeth were clenched, more than anyone present who was affected by this momentum, and the vitality in his body was surging, like a flood that had discharged the floodgates.

"Snort!"

Deacon Yinfeng directly clamped Wen Qingye's sword with two fingers, and Wen Qingye's unparalleled sword qi instantly turned into nothingness, but Deacon Yinfeng felt a wave in his heart, and the cold air seemed to rush directly to the top of his head from the soles of his feet.

"Authentic swordsmanship, potential!"

Deacon Yinfeng looked at Wen Qingye in surprise with a shocked look in his eyes.

When everyone around heard Deacon Yinfeng's words, they were all stunned, and then their eyes couldn't help but look at Wen Qingye.

"The people of this small country in the countryside have actually comprehended the realm of authentic swordsmanship"

"Even if the authentic swordsmanship is comprehended among the disciples of the three places, less than thirty percent, he has actually comprehended the potential?"

"I didn't expect that the remote and small country Tianwu Country could produce such a kendo genius"

Everyone around them was talking one by one, and their eyes when they looked at Wen Qingye changed.

Authentic swordsmanship is also divided into three realms, the first realm is potential, when cultivated to the perfection of humane swordsmanship, you can hook the general trend of heaven and earth.

The second realm is the spirit, when this realm is reached, then swordsmanship is not only limited to form, but has a trace of charm.

The third realm is the domain, when you reach this realm and form the sword domain, then within a certain range, the swordsmanship seems to have reached a perfect point, which is also the pinnacle of authentic swordsmanship.

Wen Qingye's footsteps retreated slightly, his eyes looked at Deacon Yinfeng, and he said coldly: "You insist on keeping the disciples of Yinfeng Duel, but you have violated the door rules, don't make a mistake yourself."

Deacon Yinfeng frowned when he heard Wen Qingye's words, Wen Qingye's words were right, if he forcibly kept Li Zhouyu, if Wen Qingye sued him, he would definitely be severely punished by the door rules.

But in an instant, Deacon Yinfeng seemed to think of something, and his eyes became firm.

"It's good to save face, why bother with each other?"

Wen Qingye heard his words and said in a cold voice, "If I fail miserably today, then you will still stand up and say don't be forced to force each other?"

Deacon Yinfeng's lips opened, and Wen Qingye continued: "No, no, because of the Dusty Ancient Kingdom behind it, so you block me, it's useless to talk more, you don't dare to kill me, let's see if your hand is fast, or my sword is fast."

"Boom!"

Suddenly there was a thunderclap in the sky, which shook all directions, and in an instant, the sky seemed to become dark.

Deacon Yinfeng felt the thunder and lightning around him, and thought in horror: "What a terrifying momentum, this named disciple is not simple!"

Wen Qingye strode out, the thunder mixed with the sound of breaking the wind, lingering in everyone's ears, shaking everyone's minds, and everyone around them were staring wide-eyed, and couldn't help but tense their bodies.

"Four Elephant Sword Duel Sixth Style!

The sword light is like a rainbow, and it runs wildly like lightning.

The air seemed to be condensed, with only a flash of electric light.

The electric light spread towards Li Zhouyu, and Li Zhouyu stood there, stunned, and had already lost his mind.

Suddenly, the electric light trembled violently, the tip of the sword extended infinitely, and a pair of dry fingers tightly clamped Wen Qingye's sword body.

"Drink!"

Wen Qingye shouted, and suddenly, the surrounding vitality surged towards Wen Qingye, and in just a few breaths, the surroundings seemed to have become a vacuum.

Grabbing the hilt of the sword with both hands, gathering the vitality of his whole body, Wen Qingye pushed forward violently.

Deacon Yinfeng's face was indifferent, and his steps did not retreat, and he always held the tip of the sword tightly with his fingers.

Wen Qingye only felt that his vitality seemed to be boiling, stirring, and it was like rushing his entrance open.

Coax!

In an instant, Wen Qingye's momentum rose again, as if it had risen to a peak, and the sunlight shone on his face, like a simple statue.

"Bang!"

A loud bang rang in everyone's ears.

Deacon Yinfeng's footsteps took a step back, but his eyes were looking at Wen Qingye with a hint of surprise.

"He broke through!"

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