"Ye Fengxie, don't waste time, give us the spirit grass you get, it's useless for you to keep it anyway. As he spoke, Ge Yan from the Hundred Flowers Valley took two steps closer impatiently. There was also the petite Mei Xiaoxue beside her, and the other woman who was with her before didn't stay with them. Next to them, there were several Xuan Steps, all of which had the same logo on their clothes, and they were obviously also from the Valley of Hundred Flowers.

For these, Feng Xie really doesn't want to deal with them. Compared with the slightly stronger brothers and sisters of the Yun family, although they have a little medical skills, they can't get into the eyes of the wind evil at all. The brain is not good, the medical skills are useless, it is said to be a vase, and it lacks the quality that a vase should have.

"You also want those spirit grasses?" Feng Evil turned to the Yun Yuanlong and Yun Baifeng brothers and sisters and asked.

"The spirit grass is useless, Ye Gongzi might as well hand it over to a few girls in the Hundred Flowers Pills Valley. But Ye Gongzi should get something else, your baggage doesn't look like there are only herbs in it. As he spoke, Yun Yuanlong smiled.

"Oh, Young Master Yun has good eyesight. But I got these things desperately, so why should I give them to you?"

"Ye Gongzi, know the times and be a junjie. Bai Feng is grateful to the son for taking care of him all the way, but since everyone broke into the tomb together and experienced life and death together, this heavenly treasure should also be divided into a few parts, otherwise it will be difficult for us juniors to explain to the family. ”

"Yun Yuanlong, your sister is not bad, she is reasonable, and what she says is reasonable. Feng Evil smiled and quietly estimated the strength of the old guys behind him. It is estimated that there are more than a dozen earth-level peaks, three heaven-level beginner levels, plus one heaven-level fifth layer, which should not pose any threat to him. The only uncertain factor should be the white-bearded old man who leaned behind him silently, and his strength was at least at the seventh level of the Heavenly Order.

"Since this is the case, I will bother Ye Gongzi to open the burden and take a look, he is old and talented, but he has also wasted his reputation for decades, and he will be fair for you, and he will definitely not let anyone suffer. While the wind evil was calculating, the old guy on the fifth floor of the Heavenly Ladder stood up with a smile.

"This is Zhang Bairong's predecessor of the Zhang family, Ye Gongzi can rest assured. Another old fellow followed. Looking at his momentum, he looks like a member of the Han family.

The Zhang family and the Han family really didn't meet each other! The wind evil squinted at them, as if they were smiling but not smiling.

"What about the two over there?" said the wind evil, pursing his lips and reaching out to the two white-bearded ones in the back.

"We belong to the Dongluo Bai family, and I would like to thank Ye Gongzi for saving my son-in-law. ”

"Oh, the Bai family, it's really not in vain for this good surname. As he spoke, Feng Xie's eyebrows were slanted, a trace of anger in his eyes was fleeting, and there was still a faint kind smile on his face.

He slowly put down the bag on his shoulder and squatted down, as if he was really going to open the bag for them to see, as Zhang Bairong said. However, just as everyone's eyes were burning into the bag, the pair of slender white hands suddenly flipped over, and a huge blue long sword inexplicably appeared in their hands.

"Be careful!" the Yun family brothers and sisters shouted at the same time, but the long sword had already swung towards the old man of the Han family on the right. As he spoke, the sword had fallen. The sword rose and fell, but for a moment, until the tip of the sword cut through the neck, the dying man had a belated reaction.

After the blow, the figure was like lightning, winding into the crowd. The whirlwind rose for no reason, and the sword-wielding man wielded it wantonly, swinging his sword vertically and horizontally. The murderer is like a white horse passing through a gap, like a dragon playing with a phoenix. With one sword and one move, five people were at the peak of the ground level, and the Yun family brothers and sisters were killed one by one.

With one sword, 8 people will be killed, but the wind evil only has this sword chance. Only when everyone was defenseless could he easily strangle the Heaven-level Beginner Rank without much effort. Only at this time can he have a moment to kill the enemy with all his might.

After a sword, the wind evil fell, and Mei Xiaoxue, who was standing not far from Luo Mingling's side, was picked up by him. Until this point, he had only landed nine times, and each time he had risen and fallen secretly. It was only at this time that the original fallen Heavenly Staircase fell, and a trace of red faintly oozed from its neck.

"Ye Fengxie, you actually murdered in public!" shouted angrily!

Just as the wind evil led Luo Mingling and turned south, the old man of the Zhang family came up, swept into the air, and rushed with his sword. A pair of old eyes were full of shock and resentment. The sword shone with silver light, and it fell like a meteor.

The wind is rumbling, the sword is like a rainbow, and Zhang Bairong's decades of cultivation are all displayed between this sword. On swordsmanship and sword momentum, it is better than Zhang Jiujiang, Zhang Jiuhe and others before.

As soon as the sword was sacrificed, everyone around retreated, but the person who was the right person with the sword move also rode the wind, and actually pulled Yu Mingling to rush up against the sword momentum. Both of them are holding swords, sword to sword, fighting sword moves, and strength. Although the wind evil is strong, the realm is insufficient, and the disparity between the ninth layer of Qi cultivation that is equivalent to the peak of the earth level and the seventh layer of the heavenly level that is comparable to the middle level of the foundation building is too great.

The swords intersected and fluttered one after another, but in just three breaths, the wind evil was already weak. But for this teenager, Zhang Bairong can't be underestimated at all. He looked at the young man opposite in amazement, and felt a trace of fear for a moment as he watched the blue long sword sweep through the air.

Fear is the instinct of life. However, years of experience in the world have allowed him to suppress such a correct judgment. Vitality was fleeting, and in a short moment when the young man smiled evilly, the long sword suddenly decomposed, turning into a sharp blade like thousands of willow leaves, like a knife, like a sword. The blades are densely packed, and between the fingers, they have been arranged in the air by themselves.

The array is like a full moon, rapidly pressed down from the sky. The young man landed on the ground with the beauty, and the ghostly fire on his fingertips inadvertently rose, and in an instant, it was all over the air, and Zhang Bairong, who was on the fifth floor of the heavenly stairs, was tightly encircled to death.

Zhang Bairong stood in the air, drenched in cold sweat, and the unprecedented strange coercion made him wonder if this young man was hiding his realm. Right now, it's too late to think about it, if you are pressed down by the blade, you will definitely die.

"Senior Brother Bairong, get out quickly!" In the rear, a person came with a knife shouting. However, if you are not in the formation, you will not know at all, and the formation is the formation, because it is powerful. At this point, the formation has been formed, and it is almost impossible to forcibly twist it.

Just when that person arrived, I only heard the sound of "click" sound one after another, and that Zhang Bairong actually rushed out against the sword array!

Sure enough, it is worthy of the heavenly rank, and this spirit and true qi are indeed enough. Narrowly escaping made him feel relieved, but although the sword was flat, the sword rose again. The strange blue long sword that had disappeared turned out to be in the sky again, right in front of Zhang Bairong's eyes, as if it had broken through the space and appeared without a trace.

The sword broke, but the sword momentum did not stop, and in a short moment, it directly penetrated his arm. The blood, dull for a few seconds, fell along with the sound of exclamations of pain. The corners of Wind Evil's mouth flickered, and the long sword stabbed out again.

"Ye Fengxie, stop!" exclaimed, the two old men of the Bai family, as well as seven or eight old men in robes who were about the same age, rushed up together. A silver whip swept towards the Wind Demon, and a silver sword followed.

After the scene just now, they no longer dared to be arrogant. A young man who was less than 20 years old actually killed the Heavenly Rank in an instant, and killed 9 people in an instant, and Zhang Bairong, who was on the fifth level of the Heavenly Rank, was invincible!

The one who rushed to the front was the highest cultivator among the dozens of people present. Those earth-level and Xuan-level cultivators were useless at all. The old man, who had never been able to see through, never moved. This old man obviously doesn't have a too close relationship with the Zhang family, the Han family and others, but since he appeared, it must be the so-called treasure obtained by the wind evil.

Surrounded by the wind evil, the Zhang family mostly uses swords, the Han family mostly uses fists, the Yun family makes silver whips, and the Bai family uses the famous serpentine sword. Every move followed one move after another, and every moment was a sword light falling like rain, and the fist shadow was like a landslide. They didn't hesitate, and the killing moves came one after another. The various moves are intricately intertwined, giving him no respite at all.

The sky was already dark, and from evening to nightfall, Feng Xie always held a sword in one hand and a Ming Ling in the other. He can't let go, and he doesn't dare to let go, he is afraid that if he doesn't pay attention, it will be another Dongfang Xiao.