After more than a dozen moves, Simendin soon discovered that the tricks used by the big ghost were very similar to the Lost Trace Sword Technique, but they were not exactly the same, and there would always be one or two strange sword techniques added between the same sword styles, which made people incomprehensible.

"What's going on, boy, is Uncle's Lost Swordsmanship still authentic?

The big ghost said as he quickened the speed of his attack.

At first, Simendin still used the Lost Sword Technique to deal with him in a regular manner, but when he was

Finding that every move and style could not get the first opportunity, he used the sword move he realized when he was arguing with Ye Feifei before.

brushed a few swords, and actually forced the big ghost back a few steps.

The big ghost was stunned for a moment, and it was difficult to hide his shock, and Simendin's confidence suddenly soared, and he pounced on it with a loud shout.

The more the big ghost fought, the more frightened he became, Ximending's swordsmanship was no different from the authentic Lost Trace swordsmanship from the outside, but only those who were in it could understand it, it was simply a desperate sword.

After eating twice, the clothes on the left and right arms of the big ghost were torn, and two blood marks burst out.

When he was stunned, there was a flower in front of him, the sword light flashed, his right arm suddenly lost consciousness, and the long sword fell to the ground.

Along with the sword, and his arm!

The big ghost screamed and fell to the ground and wailed, blood staining his whole body.

"Good!"

The disciples of Lingyin Peak applauded desperately.

Ximending stood tall and raised his sword to look at the other four ghosts, "Who else is coming?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a black shadow flash in front of him, and he was suddenly hit hard in the chest, and he flew out upside down with a scream, fell to the ground with a thud, and fainted.

"What a fart!"

Yue Wanshan clapped his hands and retreated to his original place, continuing to meditate.

"Shameless!"

"Despicable!"

"As the head of a sect who doesn't believe in his words, how can this competition be conducted?"

Baihua Zhenren suddenly stood up and said angrily.

"Dare to hurt my disciple, die!"

Yue Wanshan said coldly.

The disciples of each sect had already carried the sect master back for treatment, Han Bing Zhenren's injury was relatively light, but he couldn't use his sword with all his strength again, Bai Yun Zhenren was the most seriously injured, and he was still unconscious at this time. Lingyin Zhenren was better, sweating profusely, swallowing more than a dozen Xuan Beast Inner Pills in one go, but still not getting better.

"I'll teach you how to do it!"

Lan Fengfei endured again and again, and was about to challenge two steps forward, but was glared back by a hundred flowers with a real look.

"No one, then don't blame the old man for being ruthless!"

Yue Wanshan stood up, his short sword slashed, "You old guys must die!"

Baihua Zhenren shouted "You dare!", flew up, and before he could get close, he was beaten backwards by Yue Wanshan's backhand.

The Baiyun disciples were shocked and swung their swords and pounced.

Yue Wanshan snorted coldly, "I don't have to measure my strength", and he killed with a sword.

At this moment, only a muffled sound was heard, and the short sword he stretched out touched something, and it was slanted away with a thud.

He froze and swiped with his left hand to take the object in his hand.

It turned out to be a jet-black shiny short knife!

"Feng'er, where are you?"

He recognized that it was his son Yue Qifeng's portable sword.

"Your son is waiting for you in the underworld!"

A handsome young man dressed in white fell from the Sword Pavilion.

"Big brother!"

When they saw the man, they were overjoyed.

"Who are you?"

Yue Wanshan asked with a pair of bull's eyes.

As if he hadn't heard of it, Ye Feifei walked straight to Bai Yunzhen's side, took out a pill from the Qiankun bag and put it in his mouth, and then patted him twice on the back, Baiyun Zhenren miraculously opened his eyes.

"Extraordinary!"

Bai Yunzhen's voice was hoarse, "Sixth-level Mysterious Beast Neidan...... Where did you get it?"

Sixth-level Mysterious Beast Neidan?

Everyone was stunned.

Even Yue Wanshan was surprised, his eyes flashed with a black light, and his brows furrowed.

Is this a sixth-level Xuan Beast Inner Dan?

Ye Feifei didn't know him, he just touched it casually in the Qiankun bag, and took out a pill.

"Hurry up and digest it!"

He got up and helped Simendine to his feet, pulled out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

Simendine just fainted due to blood blockage, and did not suffer any internal injuries. After being slapped twice by him, he opened his eyes, and when he saw that it was Ye Feifei, his eyes lit up, "Senior brother, are you out?"

"Hurry up and breathe!"

After speaking, he came to Han Bing Zhenren again, and saw that her face was pale, her brows were tightly locked, her hands on her shoulders kept gritting her teeth, and she was about to check the wound when she tore her arm apart, Han Bing Zhenren said in a low voice, "Leave me alone, go and see Lingyin Zhenren." ”

Ye Feifei looked at her steadily, "Let go!"

Seeing his resolute attitude, Han Bing Zhenren said bitterly, "Are you going to tear my clothes in front of so many people?"

Only then did Ye Feifei realize that this move was indeed inappropriate, he took out a pill from the Qiankun bag and handed it to Baihua Zhenren, took out another one and threw it to Simonding, said "Help Lingyin Zhenren heal", and then picked up Han Bingzhen and came to the back of a glacier.

Han Bing Zhenren wanted to resist, but half of his body didn't need his strength, so he had to turn his head and let him uncover his coat, revealing his shoulders.

The snow-white skin was black and swollen, Ye Feifei took out a pill and put it in his mouth to bite it, and then carefully applied it to the wound.

He didn't know if it would work, but he had to do it.

Covering her shoulders, he stood up and was about to take a step. Han Bing Zhenren grabbed him, "What are you going to do?"

"Settle accounts with that old bastard!"

"No! you're no match for him!"

"You'll have to try it to find out. ”

Ye Feifei pushed her away and strode back.

The green clouds in the field were swirling, and Bai Yunzhen and the others who had served the Xuan Beast Inner Dan were seizing the time to breathe and dissolve.

Everyone's face was bloody.

It seems to be working well!

"Who the hell are you?"

Yue Wanshan didn't know Ye Feifei.

"White Cloud Peak Great Disciple Ye Feifei!"

"Disciple?" Yue Wanshan's heart was relieved, and he laughed, "I also said what kind of master is it." Let me ask you, why is my strange wind knife on you?"

"I'll tell you if I win!"

Ye Feifei's eyes flashed, and he looked at the four ghosts, "Who is coming?"

"It's just a disciple, what's there to be arrogant about?" A fat-headed and big-eared guy walked out of the four ghosts and looked at him with a big grin, "Let the second master teach you what the real Baiyun Sword Technique is!"

Ye Feifei sneered and was silent.

"Where's your sword?" Seeing that he was empty-handed, the second ghost couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

"No need to deal with you!"

"Look for death!" the two ghosts were furious and rushed forward with their swords.

The Baiyun sword technique is somewhat similar, but it's just similar!

Ye Feifei sneered and leaned up.

The second ghost didn't expect him to meet him instead of dodging, and his movements slowed down after a pause, and as a result, he was directly hit by Ye Feifei to his chest.

Hearing the sound of broken bones and tendons, Ye Feifei threw dozens of punches in the blink of an eye, punching to the flesh, and before the two ghosts could use up their moves, they spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground and died.

The blood he spat out was mixed with many pieces of internal organs......