At the flash of the sword light, the Ruyi Jinpeng ring let out a terrible cry, and it was broken in half under the sharp edge of the white jade sword.

Countless black smoke emerged from the fracture of the golden ring, and ghosts chirped and yin winds rose everywhere, forming a dark cloud above Yi Tianxing's head. Immediately after, the shadow of a giant golden bird burst into light in the black smoke, soaring into the sky, raising its head and letting out a loud chirp.

The birdsong is full of the joy of breaking free from the cage, light and empty, reaching the nine heavens, listening to Yi Tianxing and others are in good spirits, and the spirit is lively.

The golden bird's shadow spread its wings, silently, and there was no wind in the air, but the black smoke in the sky was like snowflakes entering boiling water, quickly dissolving, and the terrible sound of ghosts crying wolves also stopped.

The golden bird shadow bent its neck, and in the golden light like the bird's head, suddenly two dazzling essence lights shone up, and the light was also golden, but it was much more dazzling than the golden light that formed the shape of a giant bird, like two miniature suns, shooting so that Yi Tianxing could not look directly, and his eyes narrowed into a line.

With another clear sound, the golden bird shadow raised its head again, spread its wings, and soared, and in an instant, it disappeared into the clouds and disappeared from the sight of Yi Tianxing and others.

At this time, the two pieces of gold that fell to the ground were still buzzing and trembling, as if they wanted to struggle and jump, but they looked weak. Seeing this, Peng Yibi was secretly frightened: "This thing is so evil! The soul sealed in it has all dissipated and escaped, and it is still tossing and turning!"

Yi Tianxing said with a smile: "The Ruyi Jinpeng Ring is not only a proud work of Vishnu, but also a sacred relic of the Monroe Sect, which has been passed down to this day, and I don't know how many Monroe Sect monks have blessed it, and it is full of spirituality, which is natural." However, the ring has been destroyed, the ring soul has passed away, and these remnants of spirituality will soon be extinguished. ”

As soon as Yi Tianxing's words fell, a suffocating sense of oppression suddenly appeared out of thin air, enveloping the entire top of Qingliang Mountain, making Yi Tianxing and the others feel as if they were immersed in the bottom of Qianxun's sea, and their hands and feet were not working.

A strange and sharp voice suddenly sounded: "Who is it? Who killed my son?!Who destroyed my religious relics?!!"

Yi Tianxing's face changed suddenly, not only many warlocks can use spells such as mental oppression, but martial artists can also form a powerful momentum by releasing true qi, he himself is a master, and he has long been used to it, but this kind of spiritual oppression can easily affect the owner of the hut in retreat.

As soon as he thought of this, Yi Tianxing's chest was full of anger and could not be contained, his eyes burst into three feet, and he let out a low roar from his throat: "The demon is looking for death!" The pores around his body sizzled, spewing out countless multicolored smoke, quickly forming a cloud of multicolored smoke outside his body.

Yi Tianxing held the sword in both hands, slowly raised it, and with his movements, the colorful smoke surged towards the blade of the white jade sword like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

By the time Yi Tianxing raised his sword over the top, the body of the white jade sword was already surrounded by a spirit snake-like multicolored smoke, condensed and like substance.

"Who is it?!Who is it?!" The broken Ruyi Jinpeng ring was still screaming, and the momentum of the Ling people shrouded in the top of Qingliang Mountain was getting stronger and stronger, and Peng Yibi, who was a little shallower, was already out of breath, covering his chest with his hands, and gasping for breath.

"It's your father!" Yi Tianxing suddenly swung his sword and slashed downward, falling on the remnants of the Ruyi Jinpeng Ring, twisting it with his hand, and suddenly stirred up countless sparks, and the five-colored smoke and light surrounding the white jade sword seemed to have life, attached to the golden ring, desperately penetrating inward.

The golden ring was shattered into pieces under Yi Tianxing's attack, and each piece of debris was shrouded and eroded by five-colored smoke, making a sound like water corroding iron.

"Hundred Poison Divine Skill! Hundred Poison Sect boy, you remember to this king! We, the three billion Monroe disciples of the Three Kingdoms of Tianzhu, will never die with you, the Hundred Poison Sect!" In the remnants of the golden ring, a crazy scream suddenly erupted, and then there was no sound, and the sense of oppression that enveloped the entire mountain disappeared.

Yi Tianxing scratched his head, feeling a big headache, he just knew that the Hundred Poisons Divine Skill was extremely poisonous and had the effect of corrosive spells, so he was the first choice to strangle the Ruyi Jinpeng Ring, but he didn't expect that the evil method of the Monroe Sect was so weird, thousands of miles away, with the induction of a broken magic weapon, he was able to find out the martial arts he used.

In this way, wouldn't he have caused a powerful enemy to the Hundred Poison Sect for no reason? If he was really a disciple of the Hundred Poison Sect, it would be fine, but he was not a descendant of the Hundred Poison Sect, and this oolong was a little too big!

Those cultists of the Monroe Sect are irrational, entangled like maggots on tarsal bones, if the disciples of the Hundred Poison Sect are harmed because of this, how can they explain to the Heavenly Poison Son?

"Damn, I knew that the evil method of this magic stick was so weird, I didn't need a hundred poisonous magic skills, with the white jade sword to ward off evil spirits, at most, a little more effort, I could also destroy this rag. Yi Tianxing secretly regretted in his heart, looked at the fragments of the golden ring that had stopped moving, and with a shake of his body, the multicolored smoke scattered on the ground rose into the air one after another, and fireflies floated to Yi Tianxing's body and drilled into his body.

Peng Yibi came over panting, and said with palpitations: "This Vishnu King is so powerful, so far away, he can use a broken magic weapon to exert such a powerful spell." ”

Peng Bofu sneered: "Don't think too much of him. I have seen this person Sara Unur, and his martial arts and spells are indeed extraordinary, but compared to your Uncle Jiao, it is only between the two of them, and the momentum just now is almost no different from his own presence, which is very contrary to common sense. If I'm not mistaken, this wishful Jinpeng ring is not owned by Sara Shengye, but Sara Unur's habitual magic weapon, which has a large amount of his mana and divine consciousness left on it, and the golden ring of Shicai was destroyed, which touched his natal prohibition, which can cause his reaction, as for the spell he released, it should also be cast through the residual divine consciousness to stimulate the remnants of the unbroken spell of the golden ring body, not that he has such a large amount of mana across the two states. If he really has such ability, hey, the position of the monarch of the Tianzhu Kingdom would have changed hands long ago. ”

Yi Tianxing laughed and said, "That's right, that guy from Sara Unur has scared us all." Thinking about it carefully, the distance between Hou Tianzhu and Zhongzhou is not more than 10,000 miles, and the magic cast in Hou Tianzhu can still have such a powerful power when it reaches Qingliang Mountain, which is far beyond the reach of manpower, and there must be something strange in it. Senior Peng saw the reason at a glance, and sure enough, Jiang is still old and spicy!"

Peng Bofu smiled slightly, and was about to speak, when suddenly his eyes froze and he threw himself down the mountain.

Yi Tianxing and Peng Yibi also noticed the abnormality, turned their heads to look, and saw that on the trail of Qingliang Mountain, there were about 100 or so figures, apes leaping eagles and galloping.

"I don't know what to live or die!" Yi Tianxing suddenly felt angry when he remembered what he had heard.

Peng Yibi was also very dissatisfied, the owner of the thatched hut chose to retreat outside the Taiyi Temple, that is, he sought refuge in the name of the Fengshan Sword Sect, if people harassed him, how could the face of the Fengshan Sword Sect remain?

Among the figures, more than 30 people stopped when they heard the sound and shouted their names, sects and intentions; another 20 people, whose figures slowed down slightly, then accelerated, regardless of them, continued to rush over; another 60 people, as if they had not heard of them, flew up as always; and the remaining 20 or so people slowed down slightly, and then accelerated, regardless of them, and continued to rush over.

Peng Yibi's eyes were cold, and with a word, he had already seen the attitudes of these three types of people.

Since the first type of person is willing to report his name, he either has a relationship with the Fengshan Sword Sect, or he has a stable personality and is unwilling to offend the Fengshan Sword Sect. This kind of person can discuss anything, and it will not cause damage to the Fengshan Sword Sect.

The second type of person is obviously either confident in his martial arts or has a tough backer, and he doesn't need to sell face to the Fengshan Sword Sect. The Fengshan Sword Sect can stand for thousands of years, in addition to the masters, the close relationship with the imperial court, and the vast majority of people in the rivers and lakes, even if they have no friendship with the Fengshan Sword Sect, they can't just not give face as soon as they meet. Although Peng Yibi expected that these people would dare to break into the mountain, there would definitely be ruthless people who didn't take the Mountain Sealing Sword Sect seriously, but he never thought that there would be such a large number of such people.

The third type of people behaved very badly, they were secretly jealous of the Mountain Sealing Sword Sect, but they were lucky, which made Peng Yibi's heart burn with anger, and he shouted: "Zhuzi'an dares to deceive me into sealing the mountain without anyone!"

The sword light roared, and all the targets were those who hesitated and uninvited guests.

Peng Yibi made a move, naturally he also had his own plans, there were many people on the mountain, and there must be many masters among them. Since these hesitant people can be intimidated by the name of the Fengshan Sword Sect, and they are overshadowed by their fears, they prove that their martial arts are not strong enough and their minds are not firm enough, so they can use them to establish their authority.

In the screams, seven Jianghu guests were tragically pierced through the heart with a sword, two were cut off an arm, one was cut off from his hair, and one was shredded his clothes and left a bloody mark on his chest.

All of a sudden, the crowd rushing on the trail came to a standstill. But immediately someone sneered and continued to walk briskly.

But Peng Yibi's spicy killing still worked, and those who couldn't take Peng Yibi's flying sword blow, or felt that it was very reluctant, retreated one after another, and all of a sudden, they withdrew with death, and there were more than 40 people less.

Yi Tianxing laughed: "Brother Peng is a good method, let me show it too." As he spoke, he blocked the middle of the mountain road and strode forward.

Yi Tianxing walked less than ten steps, and in the small hut on the top of the mountain, a trace of an almost inaudible groan suddenly sounded, if it weren't for Yi Tianxing's clever ears and eyes, he would never have noticed it.

But this whispering whispered fell on Yi Tianxing's ears, but it was tantamount to spring thunder.

"Yuelian is going to be out of the customs!" A burst of unexplained ecstasy surged into Yi Tianxing's heart, and the thoughts that had been hidden in the deepest part of his heart for several years were like new sprouts unearthed, revealing vigorous vitality.

Yi Tianxing's mind was scattered, and in the eyes of others, it was like he was suddenly in a daze.

A young scholar with an iron fan in his hand and a faint green aura between his eyebrows and a strong young man with a body like an iron tower and a face like the bottom of a pot rushed together, and he was secretly happy when he saw this: "The Fengshan Sword Sect actually sent a nerd to block the way, and when the two of us brothers kill him, even if we can't get the owner of the hut on this trip, it will be enough for us to make a name for ourselves!"

The black-faced guy shouted happily: "Get out of the way!" jumped up and punched Yi Tianxing's forehead, but he thought in his heart: "Should I take back some strength?

The young scholar also planned the same, his body spread, swept in front of Yi Tianxing, shot out like lightning, and pointed his fan at the middle acupoint: "Xiao Cao is too ignorant, just teach the people of the Fengshan Sword Sect a lesson, and punch the ...... in the head."

The young scholar was still thinking, and suddenly felt a tightness in his wrist, and looked at it in shock, only to see Yi Tianxing's eyes about to breathe fire, glaring at him and yelling: "Get out!" Then he heard a loud sound, his right arm was in sharp pain, and his body was involuntarily pulled out by a huge force, and he was in mid-air, and saw the black-faced guy spitting blood from his mouth and flying out upside down, and the speed was even faster than himself.

The young scholar and the black-faced guy were secretly scolding Yi Tianxing for pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, but Yi Tianxing's anger in his heart was even hotter: "Damn, these two wastes are weak and weak, I don't know what to say, they actually dare to provoke me?"

Yi Tianxing's martial arts are mixed, although the angry fist is also a peerless in the world, but firstly, he does not have enough energy, and secondly, the angry fist method requires that he keep his anger anytime and anywhere, and it will hurt his liver for a long time, so he does not practice carefully, just as a vent of anger.

Even so, with the help of the anger in his heart, Yi Tianxing's angry fist was still extremely strong, and the sword in the man's hand was broken with one punch, and the remaining strength was inexhaustible, and it hit the man's chest hard, with a sound of fractures, I don't know how many ribs he broke, and he rolled down the mountain road.

The groans in the hut grew louder and louder, as if they had never stopped since eternity, and from now on, they would never end, without beginning or end, and without end.

Hearing this, everyone knows that the owner of the thatched hut is about to leave the customs, and now is the critical juncture of the success, and they don't want to act rashly and hurt the owner of the thatched hut, plus Yi Tianxing behaved bravely, and injured the three people in a simple and quick way, just like the god of war in the world, they secretly muttered: "This barbarian is extremely powerful, and he is good at fighting hard, and he is famous and famous, it is better not to be a rival with his strength, and it is better to let others open the way." ”

Everyone was in the same mind, but no one came forward for a while, and seventy or eighty people crowded opposite Yi Tianxing, hesitating.

Yi Tianxing saw that no one had broken through, so he turned a blind eye, and after laying three poison barriers in front of him, he devoted most of his thoughts to the top of the mountain, listening to the sound of a dragon.

The moaning of the owner of the thatched hut lasted for two hours, and in the end, everyone near the top of Qingliang Mountain seemed to be in the midst of thousands of thunders, and there was a thunderclap in their ears every moment, and some people with slightly weaker skills could not hold on, so they could only cover their ears and run down the mountain in a hurry.

Yi Tianxing was still rejoicing at first, generally speaking, the longer the time before leaving the customs, the better the effect of the retreat, but listening to it, his face gradually became solemn.