The cold arc rose at the corner of Zhao Xiaoyi's mouth, and as the sword fell, the sneer at the corner of his mouth became more and more cold, this sword did not directly cut Tang Baihong's waters, but with the fall of this sword, Tang Baihong under the waters was settled.

The deep blue waters were churning in mid-air, but these waves did not fight back against Zhao Xiaoyi, and Tang Baihong under the water did not make any other movements at all, and the two of them suddenly calmed down like this.

The state of "Ah!!!!hhhh

The tragic scream made the other people in mid-air stunned at this time, and when they turned their eyes to this side, they saw that Tang Baihong, the master of the first sect of the Tianyun Sect, was actually rolling in the air crazily with his hands covering his face, his body twisted, his movements exaggerated, and the painful appearance made people shudder.

"Sect Master!" Seeing this, Gu You's face changed, and he hurriedly swept towards Tang Baihong, here, Tang Baihong is their pillar, as long as Tang Baihong is still there, sooner or later they can turn the tables, and once Tang Baihong is defeated, that day the Cloud Sect will also fall into a place of no return.

"Want to go, leave it for me!" Seeing that Gu Yu wanted to rush towards Tang Baihong, Zhao Ling'er's figure moved, and when he stopped in front of him, he waved his arms, and the sound of energy collision resounded in the sky again.

Zhao Xiaoyi stood in mid-air, his eyes stared at Tang Baihong who was rolling on the ground, he was not moved at all by the fight next to him, in his eyes, except for Tang Baihong, no one else here was not enough to cause him any harm, who dared to meddle in this battlefield to kill one by one, and two would kill a pair, as long as Tang Baihong died, Tianyun Sect would naturally collapse.

Tang Baihong covered his face with both hands, and red blood seeped out from between his ten fingers, Zhao Xiaoyi's sword before seemed to fall into the air, but in fact, all the real power fell on Tang Baihong's body, and that face was the first place to touch, of course, just the pain on his face naturally would not make Tang Baihong, a second-order martial saint, become like this, the real pain of this blow was in the soul.

Looking at Tang Baihong who was rolling coldly, Zhao Xiaoyi's face was terrifyingly cold, and after a while, the Thunder Mysterious Sword in his hand was shocked, and then he flashed directly to Tang Baihong, and under the frightened looks of the Tianyun Sect and the others, he raised his sword and slashed at Tang Baihong.

Poof! The blood pillar soared, and in the slight sound, an arm flew down from mid-air, and this sword directly made Tang Baihong lose a right arm.

"Ah!!!" lost the cover of one hand, and Tang Baihong's bloodstained face was also exposed in Zhao Xiaoyi's sight, he stared at Zhao Xiaoyi fiercely, and his heart-rending roar contained resentment that was difficult to hide.

"Tang Baihong, this sword was cut for Mo'er. Lei Mystic Sword made a humming sound of thirst for blood in his hand, and as soon as the sword fell, Zhao Xiaoyi's cold voice sounded in Tang Baihong's ears, speaking of which, all these grievances actually started from Tang Baihong's son snatching Leng Mo'er, originally he wanted to save Leng Mo'er from snatching his relatives, but he didn't expect that because of saving himself, Leng Mo'er put his life into it, and recalled Leng Mo'er's last smile when he looked at him, and the last sentence 'Can you kiss me', Zhao Xiaoyi's heart was like a knife, and it hurt deeply.

For Leng Mo'er, for the last true outpouring, Tang Baihong will kill.

A brilliant sword flashed from the space, and with a scream, Tang Baihong's other hand also flew out at this time.

"This sword was cut for myself. "On that day, because Leng Moer Zhao Xiaoyi killed Tang Baihong's son Tang Yuan, and was chased and killed by Tianyun Sect, a person who was just a martial king, let a first-class force like Tianyun Sect chase and kill with all his might, and even the martial saint was dispatched, this kind of thing is probably the first time in the Eastern World, and under the pursuit of this powerful lineup, Zhao Xiaoyi is also fleeing everywhere like a lost dog, every time he thinks of his original situation, Zhao Xiaoyi has a sense of sadness, the Eastern World, this place where he was born and raised, is his own home, but he can't even go back to his home under the pursuit of others, and even his most respected Brother Tang has turned against himself for his throne, wants his own life, all of this is because he Tang Baihong gave birth to a good son!

The two hands were abolished, Tang Baihong couldn't hide his face, he twisted his body, staring at Zhao Xiaoyi fiercely, those eyes bulged like bull's eyes, and under the red blood stains on his face, Zhao Xiaoyi could clearly see that a crack full of finger width climbed on Tang Baihong's face like a poisonous snake.

Yes, it's a crack, that sword light falling on the face is not just a cut, there is no flesh directly in the place of contact, and even the bones inside have been turned away by the sword, a big crack appears on the face, this person looks so hideous, no wonder Tang Baihong screamed so badly.

Staring at Tang Baihong's completely irregular face, Zhao Xiaoyi's breathing began to become rapid, and all the hatred buried in his heart poured into his brain at this moment, and the cold murderous aura spread around, blowing from everyone like a cold wind, at this moment, he subconsciously raised the long sword in his hand, and the hatred and murderous aura all gathered on the sword body, and then slashed at Tang Baihong with a sword.

Poof! The sharp long sword was like cutting tofu, directly cutting off Tang Baihong's head, cutting Tang Baihong in half, and all this was not over, the long sword in Zhao Xiaoyi's hand was shocked, and when Tang Baihong's body was about to fall, his long sword danced, and in a sword light and sword shadow, Tang Baihong's entire body was turned into pieces.

The hatred of two years ago was finally understood at this moment, and with the decomposition of Tang Baihong's body, Zhao Xiaoyi stood in the air and exhaled deeply, at this moment, he felt a lot more relaxed.

As soon as Tang Baihong died, the Tianyun Sect was over, and the rest of the people couldn't stand the slaughter of Han Qingmeng at all, and many disciples even fled directly after seeing Tang Baihong's death, without the slightest hesitation.

Originally, with the martial saint of Han Qingmeng, they became one-sided, and now they have no backbone, and they are even more disintegrated.

Han Qingmeng, the Martial Saint powerhouse, played a vital role in this battle, she didn't recognize who to fight, Wuzun and above, as long as she saw where she couldn't deal with it, she started directly, in this way, as she swam around, the Wuzun powerhouses on the Tianyun Sect's side were also decreasing at a rapid speed, and on the Tianyan Sect's side, the powerhouses above the Martial Saint were basically not killed or injured.

Without Tang Baihong, the Tianyun Sect is just a fish on the chopping board, slaughtered by others, under the chaos, in less than a quarter of an hour, all the Tianyun Sect personnel who did not escape became the souls of Zhao Ling'er and their knives, the entire Tianyun Sect, a piece of life was devastated, not even a dog was left, a forest white flame shrouded down from the sky, and the former glorious Tianyun Sect was also turned into ashes at this moment.

"Let's go!Upper East Spirit Divine Clan!" After solving the Tianyun Sect, Zhao Xiaoyi didn't stay too long, and said softly, and then under the leadership of Zhao Ling'er, a group of people rushed towards the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan.