Feathering Tianyin can be as famous as the six-character mantra of Buddhism, and its power is self-evident, but now it is menacing, posing a great threat to the Little Sword Saint.

When the crisis came, the little sword saint still had an indifferent expression, but for the first time in that pair of gray pupils, there was a convergence of energy.

The left hand hidden in the sleeve was slightly closed, and the palm of the hand was a little cold and flickering, there was no blazing brilliance like the sky, nor was there a killing sword qi that tore through the sky and the earth, and he couldn't even see what shape it was. But at this moment, Ayashuang, who was playing and singing the Feather Heavenly Sound, felt a palpitation.

"What is that? The heart sword has been broken, what other means does he have?" Aya Shuangshuang was vigilant in his heart, and the five fingers of the twist beat faster, and the feather Tianyin suddenly started to kill, so he had to strike first.

Sharp sound waves rolled forward, formless and substantial, but distorted the void. Everyone saw a circle of distorted space spread out in concentric circles like water waves, and in the blink of an eye, it had already struck the little sword saint and crushed down.

The little sword saint's hidden left hand was also tense.

Just then, a loud shout came.

"Stop!"

The sound is overturned, like the roar of three thousand gods and Buddhas, and like the chanting of the truth in the five directions, containing the mysterious and powerful Taoist rules, which exploded in the ears of everyone. Those Yuyuan Mountain disciples who were confused by the feathered heavenly sound shook violently, their eyes reunited, and they woke up like an empowerment, cold sweat trickled, and they all had palpitations.

"Awesome. Su Heng secretly praised, turned his head to look at the sky, he knew that there was another master.

Swish!

Just as everyone was looking for someone to speak, the light and shadow on the edge of the ring were confused, and the transparent light curtain shield was withdrawn without warning. Immediately after, a figure fell like a meteorite, and plunged into the center of the battlefield of Little Sword Saint and Ayashuangshuang.

It was a man of about thirty years of age, with an ordinary, ordinary appearance, but extremely tall in stature. The nine-foot-long high-spirited male body stood tall in the center of the ring, eagle looking at the wolf, staring in all directions, and the broad hands behind the back were slightly folded, as if containing the great power to control the heavens and the earth.

He is like an unshakable mountain, with a steady and deep temperament, majestic and vast, like an abyss and a prison.

Su Heng's first impression of him can be described in four words - unfathomable!

At the same time as the man stepped into the ring, Aya Shuangshuang had already stopped, but the feathered Tianyin released could not be recovered. The man was not afraid of this, and just shouted at the distorted void.

"Scatter!"

Under the shocked gaze of everyone, an invisible big hand seemed to appear in front of him, blocking the same formless and qualitative sound waves, and then twisting, crushing, and shattering.

Then, the man turned his head to look at the entangled white feather field and the rain of swords, "Points!"

Whoa!

The same strange scene happened, Bai Yu and the flying sword, who were fighting fiercely a moment ago, were really separated. The man is like the god king when the world was opened, every word is the truth of heaven and earth, the road of Qiankun, whatever he says is what he says, he can't resist it, and he can't resist it.

There was an exclamation from the audience, and many Yuyuan Mountain disciples bowed down in unison and said, "I've seen Senior Brother Yang!"

"Second on the immortal list, Yang Feng of Yuyuan Mountain?" Seeing that Xiao Xinyue beside him also saluted, Su Heng showed a look of surprise.

Interesting, the second master of the immortal list is here. However, why did he meddle in the ring and stop the fight between Little Sword Master and Ayashuangshuang?

For him, if the two of them can do their best to fight you to the death, wouldn't it be just the right match

The meaning of the hand?

Aya Shuangshuang also knew Yang Feng, and when he saw that he easily dissolved his feather Tianyin, he was very jealous in his heart. But she has a delicate temperament, how can she give up, frowning slightly, and asked: "Yang Feng, the competition in the ring, compliance and compliance, why do you want to meddle in this girl's affairs?"

Yang Feng turned his gaze, his eyes as deep as the sea looked at Aya Shuangshuang, even in the face of the same master of the Immortal List, he was still as strong as ever, and asked rhetorically: "The competition in the ring is like a person, but you, the Feather Tianyin, why do you want to affect my Yuyuan Mountain disciple?"

Ayashuang's expression froze, consciously taking the blame, and she couldn't say anything to refute, and her tone softened, "I'm sorry." The feather celestial sound is endless, and I haven't fully controlled it, so it's really an unintentional mistake, and I'm offended. ”

Aya Shuangshuang took the initiative to admit his mistake so easily, which surprised Su Heng, and then nodded secretly. Although this unruly lady has a hot temperament, she is by no means unreasonable.

Such a temperament is also commendable.

When Yang Feng heard this, he didn't relent, "Since Miss Aya is willing to apologize, the matter will be stopped." Without further ado, Yang came this time because of the dispute between the two of you. ”

"Huh?" mentioned this, Aya Shuangshuang didn't buy it at the time, "No, Xue Fengqing is rude first, this time I must give this girl an explanation, otherwise this girl will never give up." ”

His eyes wandered, and he wandered between Yang Feng and the Little Sword Saint for a while, and said, "Yang Feng, unless you can make this madman make amends, nothing will be discussed." ”

Yang Feng glanced at the expressionless little sword saint behind him, and said lightly: "I already know the conflict between you, it's a trivial matter, why worry about it? It's a pity that you are still fighting here at the moment of the foreign enemy." ”

Aya Shuangshuang was still very unconvinced, and was about to have a seizure, when he heard Yang Feng's words behind him, he was stunned for a moment, "What is the current foreign enemy?"

Yang Feng didn't answer directly, but said, "Except for the Halal Sect and the Great Illusion Heaven who have not yet arrived, the elders of the Eight Great Immortal Sects have held a joint meeting to summon us and others. Now there are ten people on the immortal list, except for the two of you, all of whom have arrived. ”

"Is it for the Immortal Dao Conference?" Ayashuang frowned slightly, and her face was a little more solemn.

"I'm afraid there will be changes in this Immortal Dao Conference. ”

"Why?"

Yang Feng paused, his gaze swept around, and he didn't shy away from it, "Because of a worship post from the Spirit Clan." ”

"Spirit Clan?" Aya's pupils shrank, and her eyes showed a deep sense of surprise and jealousy.

At the same time, there was a slight commotion in the crowd.

There is a saying circulating in the Flood Continent: The gods and spirits have no mediocrity, and they cover the sky with one hand. It's about the Protoss and the Spirits. And because the Spirit Race has more members, and even stronger than the God Race, its comprehensive strength is the first of the nine major schools, and it is deeply feared by the major schools.

As the most mysterious sect in the world, the people of the Spirit Race live in a place called the "Spirit Realm", and rarely appear in front of people. But in the same way, every time the Spirit Race appears, it can set off boundless storms in all continents.

Half a year ago, a young man from the Spirit Clan appeared in the decisive battle of the Nine Heavens Pavilion, and was the first to climb to the top of the Heavenly Road to win the hydrangea, leaving all the competitors far behind.

It's a pity that when it was about to be completed, he killed an innate Yuan Magnetic True Body halfway, and used the power of the Qinglong Star Constellation Divine Array to kill it, burying countless Tianjiao. But even so, his impressive performances are unforgettable.

And that time, the Spirit Race seemed to be announcing to the world that their race was about to come again!

All sects and factions were all afraid and waited for the battle, not wanting that such a long time had passed, and the spirit clan, which had been silent for half a year, finally had further actions.

And this time, their goal was to go straight to the Immortal Dao Conference!

What does the Elves want to do?

This is the question on everyone's mind.

The Immortal Dao Conference is a grand event of the Immortal Dao, gathering ten masters, and the spirit clan is not good, is it trying to stir up the Immortal Dao Conference?

For a while, everyone was talking, and conjectures kept sprouting in their minds.

Su Heng was speechless, is the Spirit Clan really that strong? It's just a prayer post, which actually makes the Immortal Dao nervous like this.

Aya Shuangshuang wanted to ask something, but after seeing Yang Feng's face and the reactions of everyone in the audience, he knew that this was not the place to speak, and immediately said: "In this case, this matter is important, and you will lead the way." ”

Although she is rude and willful, she also knows which is more important, if the Spirit Clan really has the idea of the Immortal Dao Conference, the small grudge between her and the Little Sword Saint is indeed nothing.

Yang Feng bowed slightly, and the two of them wanted to leave, but found that the little sword saint on the side was motionless.

"You stole my sword...... You stole my sword......"

Yang Feng intervened horizontally and dissolved the Feather Heavenly Sound, and the killing form brewing in the left hand of the Little Sword Saint's sleeve was not released. But until now, his eyes were still locked on Aya Shuangshuang, and he still muttered to himself, and he didn't let go of the other party.

Aya Shuangshuang was angry, gritted his teeth and hated secretly, this madman, it was this girl who wanted to settle accounts with him, and now this girl will not be held accountable for the time being, you still don't give up, who is the loss?!

Even if he was as steady and deep as Yang Feng, he was frowning when he saw this, and the little sword saint looked like this, obviously he didn't listen to his words at all, and directly ignored him.

His tone raised a little, "Snow Fellow, what are you doing this for?"

The little sword saint ignored him and stared at Aya Shuangshuang, "You stole my sword...... You stole my sword......"

Yang Feng showed a trace of doubt in his eyes, and turned his head to look at Aya Shuangshuang.

"In order to provoke him to make a move, I lied that I had taken his sword. Aya Shuangshuang spread her hands helplessly.

Yang Feng's face twitched slightly, if this was the case, things were a little tricky. Looking at the state of the little sword saint, it is obvious that his mind is a little unclear, how to take him away?

Do you want to use force?

He looked at the little sword master seriously, considering whether to make a move.

However, at this moment, the little sword saint seemed to sense the threat from him, his sword eyebrows were upside down, his eyes stood up, and two lightning-like beams of light flashed in his pupils, which were awe-inspiring and could not be looked at directly.

His left hand was raised slightly, and a simple long sword appeared in the palm of his hand at some point, pointing at Yang Feng from afar.

The long sword is illusory, without any divine power fluctuations, just like mortal things, even the little sword saint himself seems to have fallen into a state of silence, and his whole body is full of breath, almost no different from a sculpture.

But this is such a state, but it makes Yang Feng's heartstrings tense, as if he is facing a great enemy.

Behind him, Ayashuang's face was even more pale, and his eyes shook to look at the little sword saint with long gray hair and a slight brush.

At this time, the little sword master gave her a sense of danger several times more than before!

Even if Aya Shuangshuang didn't want to admit it, there was a trace of fear in his heart.

The little sword saint temporarily gave up Aya Shuangshuang, and pointed his sword at Yang Feng, and no one expected this sudden change, and the audience was in an uproar.