Two majestic and turbulent spiritual powers with a peaceful aura of Zhongzheng passed through the layers of voids and collided fiercely.

In an instant, the wind was blowing, the smoke and dust were filled, and the terrifying spiritual power fluctuations rippled out in circles and circles, countless hills collapsed and shattered, and some unlucky warriors who were closer were directly hit by the aftermath and fell on the spot.

Even the warriors who besieged Duoyan Fengling and Zhou Yang, as well as Su Sansheng, Li Jiuru and others who were fighting fiercely in the distance, all stopped and stopped to watch the final result of the battle.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Chu Yunfan and Baili Tianxing were transposed again, but this time the two of them were no longer standing upright, both of them were half-kneeling on the ground, one supported the ground with a long stick, and the other supported the ground with crutches, and the blood dripped on the ground drop by drop, seeping into the ground.

"It seems that I underestimated you, or rather, I underestimated myself. Baili Tianxing supported his crutches and slowly stood up, although his body trembled slightly, his expression still did not fluctuate at all.

And Chu Yunfan's left arm hung down to the side softly, blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth, and his face was as pale as a piece of white paper, but he couldn't stand up like Baili Tianxing.

"Little Fanzi, be careful!" Just when everyone was still immersed in the shock just now, the gray figure appeared again, and the death-like sickle stretched out again. It's just that this time he was shrouded in death, and it was no longer Zhou Yang who was under the harvest of the Death Scythe, but Chu Yunfan, who was still half-kneeling on the ground.

"Truly...... Boy, I just saw you so arrogant, now I want to see how arrogant you can go. "The gray-robed man didn't really leave after he had just assassinated Zhou Yang and was beaten away by Chu Yunfan and Duoyan Fengchime, but avoided from afar, secretly paying attention to everything on the battlefield, trying to find an opportunity to strike again.

But in fact, it really made him find a good opportunity to start again, but the target was changed to Chu Yunfan.

"Die!" The gray-robed man's eyes covered under the coat and hat emitted a crazy light, and a cold scream came out from the depths of his throat, and the sickle in his hand quickly approached Chu Yunfan's neck, if nothing else, the next moment Chu Yunfan would be splattered with blood on the spot, and his body would be separated.

"Am I going to die here? The Death Scythe dilated sharply in Chu Yunfan's pupils, but he couldn't do anything, he couldn't even stand up now, how could he resist.

However, the time of one breath passed, two breaths, three breaths, and Chu Yunfan found that although the Death Scythe was tightly attached to his neck, and even cut a blood stain on his skin, it seemed to be frozen by time and space, and he could no longer move forward.

"Damn, who is it this time?!" The maniacal smile on the gray-robed man's face froze for a moment, and of course no one could see it because of the cover of the hat. Just when he thought that Chu Yunfan was about to fall to the ground and die on his hand, an arm stretched out out of nowhere, like an iron tong, firmly grasping his wrist, making him unable to move.

The repetition of history made the gray-robed man fall into a state of madness, he completely let go, the spiritual power on his body exploded, and the gray qi was swirling, trying to break free of the palm that was tightly grasping his wrist and freezing the movement of his arm in the void.

However, all this was in vain, this arm was like an insurmountable copper wall, no matter how much the gray-robed man broke out, he couldn't break free, and even the arm couldn't move a bit.

"Don't struggle, you can't break free from my grasp with your strength. Just as the gray-robed man kept trying to break free, the owner of the arm that firmly clamped his wrist spoke lightly, looking light.

"Who the hell are you?" After countless attempts, the gray-robed man finally recognized the difference in strength between himself and the man beside him, but even if he was going to die, he had to know who he was dying.

"Since you want to know, then I will grant your last wish. Remember, my name is Yan Feiting. As the man's voice fell, the gray-robed man collapsed limply before he could scream.

"You are Chu Yunfan, you are lucky, I caught up with you, I am afraid that you will fall if you are too late. After the man solved the gray-robed man, he looked at Chu Yunfan and said with a hint of a smile.

At this time, Chu Yunfan also had time to observe the man who saved him, this man was seven feet tall, wearing a brocade robe, and his appearance was dignified. What's more important is that even though the man deliberately restrained the aura on his body, Chu Yunfan still felt an unfathomable aura like a sea and an abyss from the other party's body, which made him puzzled in his heart and guessed the identity of the other party.

"Thank you for the rescue, I don't know what the kid should call you?" Chu Yunfan recovered a little bit of spiritual power, slowly stood up with the black iron stick, and spoke.

"You don't have to thank me, if you want to thank me, thank my little sister. Yan Feiting said, his eyes looked through the battlefield to a place in the distance.

Chu Yunfan followed Yan Feiting's gaze, and as far as his eyes could see, he found the answer that Yan Feiting helped him. In the place where Chu Yunfan's eyes saw, the sixth senior sister Yan Feiyun was also looking anxiously at this side, and when she saw Chu Yunfan looking over, she raised her hand towards Chu Yunfan.