Flying Flower Palace, Ice Stone Mountains.

The original noisy atmosphere was swept away and became quiet.

Countless eyes converged on the sky, looking at the figure standing in the void with awe.

Jun Yi stood with his hands in his hands, his expression was warm, the blood-patterned dragon robe on his body swayed with the wind, and the golden light emperor's crown overflowed with a mighty majesty.

This time, Jun Yi made a strong move, turned the mountains and rivers with the emperor's seal, suppressed Yong Mihe, repelled Hou Qiao, and made the menacing warriors of the Jiuzhi Sect silent, not daring to say a word.

Especially Hu Xing and the old ghost with bones, their backs are now completely soaked, cold sweat is dripping on their foreheads, and even their breathing has slowed down a lot, and they don't dare to tremble for half a minute, as if they are afraid of being noticed.

However, the white-clothed warrior who stood in the air with the two of them, staring at him, did not have too much fear on his face.

After just glancing at Jun Yi and the others, he fell his gaze on the depths of the Flying Flower Palace, sometimes happy, sometimes worried, sometimes firm, all uncertain, I don't know what he was thinking.

Compared with the martial artists of the Nine Peaks Sect who were unsettled, the women of the Flying Flower Palace seemed much calmer, and even most of the women had rosy faces on their faces, secretly looking at the figures standing in the air, biting their red lips, and their eyes were full of shyness.

But at this moment, Jun Yi didn't pay attention to the people below who had different thoughts, but looked into the distance.

The thick clouds were frivolous, smoky, and endless, covering a space of hundreds of zhang in a radius of hundreds of feet, isolating the breath and scene in it, making it impossible for people to peek deeply.

In the hazy smoke clouds, there was inexplicable light rain, which was falling in the dripping water, constantly falling into the void, and there was even a bright moon rising from nowhere, hanging in it.

"Hum..."

Suddenly, the Angry Blood Tyrant who was standing behind Jun Yi turned around and disappeared into the surging sea of blood, taking with him the blood-patterned dragon robe that lingered on his body, as well as the Golden Mang Emperor Crown.

Let it return to its peaceful and gentle appearance, and the world will be calm again.

Jun Yi didn't speak, and the rest of the people didn't dare to disturb, they all stood quietly, occasionally glancing at the smoke clouds in the distance, waiting for the results to be shared.

In the crowd below, Murong Yiyi, who was held by Lu Yuexiang with his hands, seemed to be relieved, trembling his long eyelashes, and looked at the sky again, the expression in his eyes was still as obsessed as ever.

But thinking of the shadow beside him, his eyes dimmed a little.

On his side, Lu Yuexiang felt Murong Yiyi's mood fluctuations, sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless, wanting to open his mouth to comfort, but he didn't know what to persuade.

Looking around, almost all the junior sisters were looking up at the sky, staring at that figure.

Even Lu Yuexiang, who didn't have much feeling about the relationship between men and women, couldn't help but feel a little turbulent in his heart when he looked at the figure of the sky looking at all directions, mastering the emperor's seal, and suppressing Yong Mihe with the might of mountains and rivers.

is worthy of being the demon of the Jun family, with such a posture, who in the world can be opposed?

As for An Yunxiao, the contemporary true lineage of the Chopping Yue Sword Sect, he has no qualifications to compare with him at all, and the word Tianjiao is a bit of a pity when it is used on him.

"Boom!"

Lu Yuexiang was thinking in his heart, but he heard a roar in the smoke clouds in the distance.

Everyone felt something, gathered their eyes together, and looked at it intently.

I saw that there was a terrifying power swept inside, pushing a large cloud and mist, and an illusory figure quickly rushed from it and fled outward.

At the same time, there was also a ruthless speech that lacked confidence resounded through the world.

"Lao Tzu will come back..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's breathing was stagnant, and the atmosphere here suddenly became a little subtle, and their hearts felt even more depressed.

"Hou Qiao, a strong man in the late realm of Wuzong, was defeated and fled. ”

When the void figure in everyone's eyes gradually became clear, almost all of them flashed this unbelievable thought in unison.

At the same time, they also had some expectations in their hearts, and even some people looked at Jun Yi's eyes, and they became playful.

After all, just now Jun Yi opened his mouth and made a promise, everyone heard it clearly, clearly, and there was no room for remorse, unless he killed everyone here, so that the repentance would not be spread.

Just, is it possible?

At first, Jun Yi made a move, and the scene of Hou Qiao fleeing in embarrassment was deeply engraved in their eyes and shocked their hearts, and they naturally knew that they would not escape death.

But later, he suddenly stopped, just drove Hou Qiao into the smoke and clouds, and listened to his words, as if he was going to carry out a cat and mouse captivity, which aroused everyone's curiosity.

I can't help but wonder who will make the move to confront Hou Qiao head-on.

As Jun Yi's conditions fell, in their opinion, only Su Xuyao and Su Jingzhong were the only ones left who could make a move in the field, but they didn't move, just stood quietly.

It wasn't until a sharp-eyed and attentive warrior opened his mouth that they knew that there were four missing women in white dresses, and they should have taken action to finish it. Fly Lu

But in the early stage of the Martial Sect, even if there were four strong men in the early stage of the Martial Sect, could they really kill Hou Qiao? In the hearts of everyone, they naturally didn't believe it.

Sure enough, when they saw Hou Qiao rushing out of the smoke cloud, it was completely in line with what they thought, although his appearance looked a little embarrassed, but there was no deviation.

The martial artists of the Nine Peaks Sect were secretly happy in their hearts, only caring about watching the excitement, completely forgetting their own situation, and thinking about how Jun Yi would respond.

Is it a repentance, or a promise?

The women of the Flying Flower Palace are just the opposite of the warriors of the Nine Peaks Sect, and they are all worried, not knowing how Jun Yi will respond.

On the other hand, Jun Yi still stood with his hands in his hands, his expression was calm, and there was no worry on his face.

Seeing this, the martial artist of the Nine Peaks Sect couldn't help but feel that the secret Dao Jun Yi was in a good mood, and then his eyes converged, and then he looked at Hou Qiao's martial artist, and now he was about to escape from the clouds and mist, and was about to regain his freedom.

"It's coming, it's coming, it's going to be alive right away. ”

Hou Qiao Wuying's illusory little face raised a rich joy, and his heart couldn't stop roaring, and his pupils were flashing with bright light.

Since stepping into the realm of the late stage of Wuzong, Hou Qiao has experienced countless years, thinking that he is used to seeing life and death, and he can face these calmly after seeing too much parting.

But when it came to the time when he really needed to face it, he realized that it was not so easy, the fear of death far exceeded his imagination, and the desire to survive almost made him subvert his previous beliefs, making his martial arts heart full of cracks.

But Hou Qiao doesn't care, what he wants is to live, only by living can he have a chance to change, and if he dies, there will be nothing.

Hou Qiao had reached the edge of the clouds and mist, and without hesitation, he stepped towards the void outside.

One step fell, half of Hou Qiao's body was bathed in the sun, allowing him to feel the rhythm of life to the fullest, from the joy in his heart, and he almost couldn't help crying.

Then his other foot was lifted and he stepped out of the shadows of the clouds.

As long as he takes this step, the vast heavenly realm is at his disposal.

At this moment, countless eyes converged on the void, and everyone held their breath, some gloating, some frowning, and they all wanted to witness the final result.

It's just that when I saw Hou Qiao's feet gradually clear, I was about to take a step from it and completely break away from it in the clouds.

A cold glow that flashed with the smell of death poked out of it first, quietly across Hou Qiao's neck, and then with the moment his steps completely fell, the cold blade was lightly touched.

"Huh..."

With a slight cold sound waving in the wind, everyone's breath was stunned, and their expressions were suddenly sluggish, looking at Hou Qiao's martial arts infant in disbelief into two, and the stiff smile on his face gradually dissipated.

Countless eyes looked behind him, and saw a graceful figure standing there, holding a pale white dagger, standing silently, it was Jiang Han, one of the four women.

"What, what's going on?"

"Hou Qiao of the late realm of Wuzong... Killed?"

"One step, only one step away from escaping, who is this woman?

......

On the iceberg, it took a while for countless amazing sounds to sound, trembling softly, and then gradually becoming noisy and talking.

Even the people of Bei Tianque and the Su family breathed a deep sigh of relief, and their eyes looking at Jiang Han were full of awe, even they didn't expect that such an amazing scene would appear.

However, Jun Yi's expression remained unchanged, looking at Jiang Han with a warm and peaceful smile, and he was very satisfied with her decisive move.

"Hum..."

At this time, the void trembled slightly, and the clouds and mist floating in the distance swelled slightly, slowly drifting away towards the surroundings, and together with the bright moon in the sky, they did not know when they disappeared with the light rain.

Among them, there were three graceful shadows stepping on the residual fog, stepping through the haze, walking out leisurely, and together with Jiang Han, they walked in front of Jun Yi.

After seeing the warm and peaceful smile on Jun Yi's face, the cold arrogance on the four women's faces quietly dissipated, and was replaced by an embarrassed smile, Jiang Yu sighed lightly and took the lead in speaking: "Childe, fortunately, I am not dishonored." ”

"Very good, very nice. ”

Jun Yi did not spare his praise, and he really deserved his praise when he killed Wuzong in the early stage of Wuzong.

Mo Yan Hou Qiao has reached the end of the crossbow, and Mo Yan Hou Qiao was besieged by the four women, the late stage of the martial sect is the late stage of the martial sect, even if the body is disabled, it is far from the existence that ordinary martial arts can match, let alone kill.

If Jun Yi made a move, he would naturally suppress Hou Qiao quickly, but in addition to deterrence, it would have no effect, so it was better to let the four girls practice their hands and have more experience against the enemy.

In particular, Jiang Yu's Cloud Spirit Sword, Jiang Han's Phantom Dagger, Jiang Shuang's Iron-Blooded Spear, and Jiang Yu's Xuan Gu Cold Whip have all just been born out of the four major exercises, and they need to be sharpened in actual combat, so that they can be better controlled and used.

Hou Qiao also made a good whetstone, and his hard work was not in vain.