With Zhu Pei's order, the two Wuji Sect disciples on his left and right flew out and shot towards Chu Yunfan and Murong Ying.

"Rong Ying, be careful. Chu Yunfan didn't worry about himself, but he was still a little worried about Murong Ying.

"Don't worry, I'm not that weak. Murong Ying pushed out with a palm and greeted the comer, and the two of them slapped each other, and each swept backwards.

Chu Yunfan smiled freely, he was indeed a little too worried, with Murong Ying's strength, he was still safe against an ordinary martial artist in the late stage of returning to the void. He was more worried about Zhou Yang, after all, the other party was a martial artist of the Feather Realm, and the Feather Realm was a watershed for the martial artist, and when he entered the Feather Realm, he had the ability to fly in the sky, and his strength had a qualitative leap, and the cross-level battle was far more difficult than before.

Chu Yunfan thought in his heart, another disciple of the Wuji Sect also attacked in front of him, and in the face of the powerful blow of this disciple of the Wuji Gate, Chu Yunfan did not put it in his eyes at all, smiled faintly, and lightly pointed out with one finger, and pointed it on the palm of the other party.

"Bang. This disciple of Wuji Sect was pointed at by Chu Yunfan, and he suddenly felt a pain in his palm, and his entire arm seemed to be about to split, and he hurriedly retreated backwards.

The Wuji Sect disciple's right hand hung low at his side, and his left hand was tightly clenched on it, and blood kept flowing out of his palm, dripping on the ground, making a ticking sound.

His face was very pale, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly, apparently enduring pain. Looking closely, I saw that there was a small transparent hole in the place where his right palm was hit by Chu Yunfan, and the blood flowed out of it.

Zhu Pei noticed this scene, his face suddenly became a little ugly, although he didn't expect these two junior disciples to do anything to Chu Yunfan and the two, he just hoped that the two junior brothers could drag Chu Yunfan and the two until he solved Zhou Yang.

It's just that he didn't expect this fellow disciple of his to be so uncompetitive, and he was injured by Chu Yunfan in just one round, and he suddenly disrupted his plan.

"Zhu Pei, don't worry, Xiao Fanzi won't interfere, it's enough to deal with you Dao Ye and me. Zhou Yang had just heard the middle-aged man led by the Yin-Yang Guan call Zhu Pei's name like this.

Zhu Pei sneered: "Even if you go together, do you think I will be afraid of you?"

From the hand that Chu Yunfan showed just now, Zhu Pei knew that Chu Yunfan's strength was definitely not simple, but he had absolute confidence in his own strength. Although it might be more troublesome, he never worried that he would not be the opponent of Chu Yunfan and the three.

"Without further ado, let's fight. As soon as Zhou Yang stepped out, the spiritual power storm erupted, and then he shot out with the spiritual power in the sky, and hit Zhu Pei's face with one palm.

Zhu Pei was worthy of being a martial artist in the early stage of the Feather Transformation Realm, and his reaction was very fast, his hands formed a magic seal, and the monstrous spiritual power rose with it, and he pushed out horizontally towards Zhou Yang, who was bursting out.

Thundered!

Huge noises rang out one after another, almost without interruption, and the battle among the six was the most fierce among Zhou Yang and Zhu Pei.

The two of them kept changing positions, using the entire mountain forest as a dueling arena, fighting from one end of the mountain forest to the other.

Although Zhu Pei had heard that Zhou Yang could be able to defeat the martial artists in the early stage of feathering, he didn't believe it too much, at this time, seeing that Zhou Yang was not only not struggling at all under his fierce offensive, but also had back and forth, and the offensive was no worse than his own, his face suddenly became very ugly, gloomy like water.

Zhu Pei and Zhou Yang flew backwards after making another move, distanced themselves from Zhou Yang, and said with a gloomy face: "It seems that you do have some skills, but these alone can't do it." ”

After saying that, Zhu Pei's heart moved, and there was an extra cyan feather fan in his right hand, and the long cyan feathers were surrounded by a powerful aura that was like nothing, which made people dare not underestimate it.

"Top-grade magic weapon?!" Zhou Yang showed a hint of shock in his eyes, staring closely at the green feather fan in Zhu Pei's hand.

"Good knowledge. Zhu Pei showed a proud look on his face, and gently waved his feather fan, and a cyan wind blade appeared around him, and all the trees around him were instantly broken, and they were swept by the wind blade and turned into powder.

The corners of Zhou Yang's mouth rose slightly, outlining an intriguing arc, and said lightly: "Since you are also here to hunt me down, haven't you heard that I have an amazing spirit soldier on my body?"

With a wave of Zhou Yang's right hand, the bronze ancient bell appeared above Zhou Yang's head, quietly levitating, exuding a simple and long-lasting atmosphere.

Zhu Peicai's face sank again after a long time of joy, he really didn't know the existence of the bronze ancient bell in Zhou Yang's hand. In fact, it is not as Zhou Yang imagined, the existence and origin of the bronze ancient bell are not known to everyone, and the high-level leaders of various sects did not elaborate on the disciples under them. However, even if Zhu Pei didn't know the origin of this bronze ancient bell, he could know from the simple atmosphere it exuded that this bronze ancient bell was not simple.

Zhu Pei's face was solemn, and the hand holding the green feather fan waved vigorously, and the green feather fan danced in the air with a brilliant cyan color.

The wind surged out from the green feather fan and spread out rapidly, and the surrounding trees instantly turned to powder, and the sky also changed color, and suddenly it darkened.

The storm condensed in the sky above the green feather fan, and the strong hurricane blew Zhou Yang a little unable to open his eyes, and a faint terrifying aura spread, making the people around him a little breathless.

Chu Yunfan was standing some distance away from the place where Zhou Yang and the two were fighting, but he could still feel a strong terrifying aura slowly pressing over, making him frown slightly.

Chu Yunfan could imagine what kind of pressure Zhou Yang in the center of the storm would face.

Zhou Yang did feel the slightest pressure, but it was not enough to make him afraid, let alone afraid.

Zhou Yang's hands were sealed, standing on his chest, and one by one the Dharma seals changed in the shuttle of his hands, hitting the bronze ancient bell above his head.

The bronze ancient bell emitted a faint light, swaying gently, and the voice of the Dao Dao Qingyue swayed. The void was flooded with waves visible to the naked eye, like waves of water on a calm lake, slowly spreading out, and for a moment it blocked the air flow generated by the violent storm, forming a relatively calm zone. Even when the distant bell collided with the manic storm above the green feather fan with the fluctuation of the air, the storm became a little quieter.

Zhu Pei's eyes narrowed, and his face was gloomy, although Zhou Yang's movements were not big, and the momentum did not seem to be as big as his own movements. But he could feel the terrifying power hidden beneath the calm, and for a moment he even felt like he was going to be defeated.

He no longer hesitated, and struggled to push the green feather fan forward, and the fierce storm roared and poured out, rolling out, and blowing up patches of dirt in the mountains and forests, and the dust flew everywhere, and the sky was so full that people couldn't open their eyes.

Zhou Yang's reaction was not slow, and his hands formed the most complex and mysterious magic seal, hitting the bronze ancient bell. The bronze ancient bell emitted a clear-moon sound that resounded even more through the void, and countless esoteric inscriptions erupted from the bronze ancient bell's body, rapidly spinning, and surrounding the edge of the bell.

Zhou Yang pushed out the mark with both hands, and the bronze ancient bell burst out violently, crashing towards the raging storm.