Bai Ye stretched out his hand, pinched his two fingers, and easily clamped the red light.

Many people were stunned.

Wu Laoxi's eyes widened even more.

But not far from the ring, there was an exclamation.

"Be careful! Don't touch that red light!"

Brother Zheng didn't know what he remembered, so he couldn't help but stare and yell, "That red light will confuse the mind and make people go crazy and kill indiscriminately!"

Brother Zheng's right index finger and middle finger were brought together, and he made a sword gesture, "Miss Qin Yue, I'm here to save you!"

Poof.

The long barrel of gray cloth that Brother Zheng was carrying suddenly broke. A bright white sword light flew out of it, and it spun around in the air.

The body of the flying sword trembled, and it made a buzzing sword groan, as if it was showing off its power.

"Iron Sword Flying Immortal, Immortal help me! Please! Sword Divine God!"

Brother Zheng's mouth trembled very quickly, and he recited many incantations that he couldn't understand.

With his urging, the flying sword in the air turned three more times, slowly descended, and shot towards the red light in front of Bai Ye.

The red light was pinched in Bai Ye's hand, and at this time, it was big and small, struggling back and forth, trying to get rid of Bai Ye.

But the red light obviously didn't have much chance to get rid of the white night, until the flying sword flew in the air, and the red light seemed to have self-awareness, and suddenly the light was flourishing.

A faint red light was separated, hitting the flying sword.

Brother Zheng's face changed, his eyes became sluggish for a moment, and he actually lost his consciousness. The incantation in his mouth changed its taste, from a rapid thought to a deep chant, and seemed to change the rhetoric.

"My lord is evil, the gods are invincible, and they rule over all beings!"

When Wu Laoxie in the audience heard this, a look of excitement flashed in his eyes, obviously Brother Zheng's words were inseparable from him.

The flying sword in the air trembled violently, and when it swayed, it actually threw off a lot of white light, and began to glow with a faint blood.

Then the flying sword turned around and shot towards the White Night Gate.

After a breath, Brother Zheng trembled, and a clear qi rose from his body, blowing his hair around, but it also made his eyes clear again.

Brother Zheng immediately stopped the spell and pinched the sword technique, trying to stop the flying sword from attacking Bai Ye.

"Bai Ye, hurry up and take Miss Qin to escape! I was bewitched by this evil light, and I disrupted the way of the flying sword! You can't resist my fairy sword, you will be split in half! Hurry up!"

Many martial artists were also frightened by this scene, and they all gasped.

Old Qin's beard flew up, crushing a corner of the ring with one hand, and his face was nervous.

"Brother Zheng, this idiot, isn't this indiscriminately adding to the chaos!

Bai Ye glanced at Brother Zheng lightly, did not speak, just leisurely raised his other hand and stretched out two fingers towards the flying sword.

The flying sword stabbed at the head.

Brother Zheng's eyes widened in fright, "It's over!"

Quite a few people can't help but close their eyes.

They didn't care whether Bai Ye was dead or alive, but they didn't want to see Qin Yue also split in half.

However, the next moment, Brother Zheng's "Immortal Sword" pierced between Bai Ye's two fingers.

Like the red light, the flying sword shook suddenly, but it couldn't move a bit.

Bai Ye looked at the flying sword lightly, "This is obviously a top-grade magic weapon, it actually has such a weak power, and it is also a defective product, right?"

Brother Zheng's mouth grew big, and it took at least thirty seconds before he could barely speak, "You, you, me, my Immortal Sword...... You can hold it with two fingers?"

Bai Ye glanced at Brother Zheng, smiled slightly, and used a little force with one hand.

The spiritual light on the flying sword flashed continuously, and the red light on the sword body expanded slightly for a moment, and then disintegrated and disappeared.

The flying sword returned to its normal white, apparently freed from the disturbance of the red light. It's just that the white light on the sword body flashed and disappeared, vaguely like it was dodging Bai Ye's fingers, this magic weapon already had a spirit, and it was obviously afraid of Bai Ye's strong finger power.

As soon as Bai Ye twisted his fingers, the flying sword in his hand bounced out.

Like a frightened fat bird, the flying sword swayed and hurriedly flew back behind Brother Zheng.

The flying sword automatically inserted back into the leather rope behind Brother Zheng's back, and the white light on the sword body converged, quickly turning back into an ordinary long sword, just like a house dog that was extremely arrogant on weekdays, and suddenly saw a real beast, and was so frightened that he only cared about returning to the shack, and did not dare to come out and bark again.

Brother Zheng felt the condition of the long sword behind his back, and his eyes widened even more, and cold sweat flowed from his body. He couldn't speak, and looked at the white night in a daze.

At this time, he really realized that the gap between him and Bai Ye was like clouds and mud, and it was completely incomparable.

He was bitter in his heart, and he understood that if he wanted to compete with Bai Ye for Miss Qin Yue, he was too far behind, and he was not even qualified to enter at all.

Cold sweat flowed from the faces of the onlookers.

None of them knew the strength or weakness of the monks, so they didn't feel that Bai Ye was strong when they defeated Hu Daoist and Spirit Sucking Banshee before.

However, Brother Zheng is a master who has been famous for a long time, and even more famous than Feng Yiyi, a miscellaneous Dao Sect master. After all, this man carries a real flying sword behind his back, and there are many legends about him.

For example, as soon as Brother Zheng's flying sword came out, the demon either fled or was killed instantly.

There are also people who don't know how to do it, thinking that Brother Zheng is the first person in the younger generation of the cultivation world, and no one can resist it except for the real immortals.

Qin Yue was able to defeat Brother Zheng only because Brother Zheng took pity on the jade and didn't want to hurt the girl.

However, all felt a slap in the face.

Bai Ye only used two fingers to break Brother Zheng's flying sword, and Bai Ye held the red light in his other hand, and it was clear that he didn't even use his real kung fu.

The gap between these two people, like the difference between a weed and a thousand-year-old tree, is not comparable at all.

Many people who laughed at the white night couldn't help but beat their hearts.

This kind of transcendent character is not something that people like them can speculate and comment on at all, and if Bai Ye is disgusted with them and wants to punish them, there seems to be no one who can stop them.

And Wang Yan, who has always been waiting for the white night to make a fool of herself, is also pale at this time, and her face is as if she has entered a coffin, which is not much better than a dead person.

Wang Yan bit her mouth fiercely, and insisted on not collapsing with a little obsession, "Bai Ye is still holding that red light in his hand. Those martial artists must be very dangerous if they were so afraid of that thing. Bai Ye may not be able to deal with the red light, so he pretends to stand still like this. ”

The more Wang Yan hypnotized herself like this, the more she felt that she thought well, and her face regained her spirit, but it was hideous.

"Bai Ye must not be able to deal with that red light, he must be finished! Hmph, now pretending to be so great, in fact, he is pretending. White Night, I must see you die with my own eyes!"

Not to mention Wang Yan's distorted mind, because of the fluctuation of the aura of the fighting method, the two Hu Daoists who fainted under the ring were awakened.

Everyone was staring at the ring, but no one noticed the two.

Daoist Hu also looked at the stands, his face changed slightly, and he said to Wuying Dao, "Master, let's take the opportunity to escape!"

The Shadowless Daoist took a closer look at the white night in the ring, and hatred flashed in his eyes. He wanted to nod his head in agreement, but after he saw the red light clearly, a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

"Is that red thing confusing?"

Daoist Hu was stunned, "The disciple has limited knowledge, and he doesn't know what it is!"

"Haha, that's a good thing! Except for the real immortals, no one resists the influence of the bewildered mind. Because this thing can create illusions and make people go crazy and confused. That kid stood still, it must be because he had already been tricked!"

A fierce look flashed in the eyes of the Shadowless Daoist, Bai Ye was not only powerful, but also sabotaged his plan twice, humiliating his master and apprentice enough.

Now is a great opportunity to extinguish the white night in one fell swoop and take revenge.

The Shadowless Daoist quietly waved his hand, "Cast the Mire Spell with me." This kid is controlled by the mind of confusion, and there is no way to move, if we attack with the strongest Dao method, we can block his breath and suffocate him to death!"