The collapse of the walls left the gatehouse unsupported. A squeaky sound sounded, and the gatehouse, which was more than three meters high and covered an area of more than 30 square meters, collapsed on the ground.

At the top of the gatehouse, the green glazed tiles fell to the ground. After a small commotion sounded, the entire gatehouse was destroyed, and not even a single intact tile could be seen.

The sound of the gatehouse collapsing, as well as the shouts of the two Transfiguration Sect disciples, shocked everyone in the post house.

In an instant, more than 20 people rushed out of the courtyard. At the head of the crowd were none other than the four elders of the Shapeshifting Sect.

I saw Ye Feng standing in front of the door, holding a long sword. The lion of the Illusion Sect had a wide mouth and a broad nose, and he looked like a man for three points and a lion for seven points, and his eyes couldn't help but show a trace of anger.

Looking past Ye Feng and scanning at Li Yuanhang and Chen Ling, the three elders of the Lishui Sword Sect, the lion-faced old man asked angrily, "Li Yuanhang, what are you doing here?"

The other party's anger made Li Yuanhang feel a trace of happiness from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't remember how many years he hadn't seen the Great Elder of the Transfiguration Sect fighting in the Wild Lion Sea, showing such a shocked and angry look.

Thinking of the arrogant appearance when Hai Zhan led the disciples of the Shapeshifting Sect to defeat the disciples of the Lishui Sword Sect a few years ago, Li Yuanhang felt that the blood in his body was about to move.

Today's Lishui Sword Sect is no longer the existence that was at the bottom of the four major sects back then. With Ye Feng and He Huan, two genius sword cultivators, the Lishui Sword Sect, it seems that they have no scruples in their actions.

"Don't do anything, let's challenge!" Li Yuanhang said with a smile.

With this, he turned his gaze to the young man standing behind the naval battle, whose face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were full of cold light.

This young man who looked sick was none other than Nie Qili, the number one master of the latest generation of the Transfiguration Sect.

Don't look at his pale face, but in fact, his cultivation has reached the realm of a first-level sword master, and his reputation has spread throughout the Yin Shang Kingdom long before this.

"Challenge, are you going to challenge me?" asked Haizhan angrily.

Hearing the roar of the naval battle, Li Yuanhang laughed more and more happily. He slowly reached for the hilt of his sword, but withdrew his hand again.

"Naval battle, if you want to move, I am willing to accompany you. However, I did not come here to challenge you, but I came as a bystander to verify the challenge between the next generation of the two major sects. Li Yuanhang said gloomily.

As soon as his words fell, He Huan came out of the crowd.

As soon as he appeared, all the disciples of the Transfiguration Sect gasped. The disciples of the Illusion Sect who are qualified to follow the naval battle to Putian County have no one who is too weak. But even if they had seen the world and saw He Huan's long silver-white hair and blood-colored pupils, they couldn't help but gasp.

If Nie Qili's face is pale, like a sick seedling, then He Huan at this moment is like a veritable killing god.

Although he stood still and did not speak, everyone felt a sense of solemnity from him.

"Nie Hatli, I want to challenge you!" He Huan said in a deep voice.

In the face of He Huan's challenge invitation, Nie Qili's eyes burst with Dao essence.

He didn't pay attention to He Huan, but focused his eyes on Ye Feng's body, and his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light.

"My subordinates are defeated, what qualifications do you have to challenge me. If it comes to qualifications, Ye Feng barely has this qualification!" Nie Qili said disdainfully.

Saying this, he suddenly took a step forward, and a powerful domineering aura appeared on his body, and then the illusion of a poisonous snake appeared out of thin air above his head.

What the Shapeshifting Sword Sect cultivates is the Shapeshifting Sword Technique, and this strange sword technique will give the disciples of the Shapeshifting Sect the ability to use their vitality to transform various demonic beast shapes.

The image of the poisonous snake appeared above Nie Qili's head, and a fishy wind swept in the air as it was neutral.

A powerful coercion burst out from the image of the giant snake, directly covering the heads of Ye Feng and the others.

The coercion appeared, and the disciples of the Lishui Sword Sect who were standing beside Ye Feng felt that it was difficult to breathe at the same time. Many people could not bear the pressure enough to squeeze people to death, and scattered to both sides.

In the blink of an eye, only Ye Feng and He Huan were left in the area covered by coercion.

Ye Feng was just about to make all his moves, when suddenly, a long sword composed of Yuan Qi with a length of more than ten meters appeared out of thin air above He Huan's head.

The long sword was like a lightning bolt tearing through the void, and as soon as it appeared, it released an extremely murderous aura.

This rich murderous aura collided with the pressure released by the phantom snake pattern, instantly causing an earth-shattering explosion in the void.

"Boom" A violent thunderclap exploded in the void, and the moment the sound appeared, the air rippled and rippled, acting on the bodies of the people around them, and actually shocked those disciples who had cultivated a little lower to take a step back.

"He Huan, a master of swordsmanship?" a hint of fanaticism flashed in Nie Hatli's eyes.

He retracted his contemptuous gaze and said in a cold voice: "He Huan, from now on, you are qualified to fight with me, but for a defeated general like you, it will never be a good thing to start fighting again, and I will definitely not let you escape easily like last time." ”

"And Ye Feng. Nie Qili cast his gaze on Ye Feng and said coldly: "Kill He Huan, who doesn't know the height of the sky, and it will be your turn." I will definitely dismantle you in eight pieces and pay tribute to my brother's spirit in heaven. ”

After Nie Xili agreed to fight, the crowd slowly dispersed to the rear, leaving hundreds of square meters of open space on the long street.

Seeing He Huan holding the blood-colored long sword in his hand, motionless, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Nie Heli's eyes again.

Suddenly, the illusory serpent above his head let out a hissing exhalation sound. As he pinched the seal with his fingers, the illusory serpent gradually materialized, and finally became as real as it was.

The giant snake suddenly swooped and struck straight at He Huan's chest. Seeing the giant snake rushing towards him, He Huan's cheeks twitched, and the killing intent on his body became heavier.

During the trial tournament that day, a hole was dug out of his chest by the Phantom Serpent. Now that he saw Nie Hate repeating his old trick again, He Huan couldn't help but feel boundless anger rising in his heart.

Suddenly, the Qilin Sword jumped out of its scabbard. The moment the sword body appeared in the air, a mist as thick as blood swept through the air.

The vitality released by He Huan turned into a blood-colored mist in the sky, enveloping the body of the giant snake.

Just when Nie Qili noticed that this piece of blood-colored vitality seemed to be strange, suddenly, He Huan slashed the Qilin Sword out of the air.

The blade of the sword unleashed a brilliant sword light in mid-air, directly splitting the thick blood mist.

A blood-red light flashed, and the long sword cut the giant snake flying in the void in two.

There was a muffled thud, and the serpent's illusion exploded the moment it was cut in two. The strong explosion caused a wave of air tens of meters high to rise from the flat ground, and finally converged into a small mushroom cloud that steamed up.

Behind the clouds, He Huan's face was still cold, and Nie Qili's face became more and more pale.

Forcibly suppressed the surging qi and blood in his body, and the pain that blood wanted to blurt out, he set his eyes on He Huan.

Nie Qili never imagined that the defeated subordinates in the past would be so strong today.

In terms of level, the two are not too different. However, Nie Qili knew very well that when it came to the sharpness of his vitality, he was far inferior to He Huan.

Nie Heli is powerful and arrogant by nature, and he can't accept the outcome of losing to others.

Seeing the people of the Lishui Sword Sect behind He Huan, all with contemptuous smiles on their faces, Nie Qili felt that his chest was about to explode.

Suddenly, Nie Qili held his long sword and drew a circle in the void.

The silver-white sword light formed a rudimentary shape similar to the space-time gate in the void, and the moment the light gate appeared, there were bursts of roars of wild beasts inside.

"Roaring ......" The violent roar resounded throughout the world.

In the midst of a loud roar, a fluffy paw the size of a fan suddenly slowly stretched out of the ring.

As soon as the monster's claws appeared, the void swelled with surging oppressive force.

Not only did the disciples of the Lishui Sword Sect change color after seeing the claws, but even Ye Feng and Li Yuanhang saw this set of sword skills displayed by Nie Qili, and their faces all changed color.

What the Illusion Sect cultivates is the illusion sword technique, all of which are sword moves that transform demonic beasts with Yuan Qi.

But at this moment, everyone had a hunch that Nie Hate did not use his vitality to conjure up a magical beast, but opened some kind of strange method and summoned a real magical beast with extremely powerful strength.

"Sword Spirit Summoning Technique?" Li Yuanhang said distractedly.

Hearing Li Yuanhang's words, Ye Feng's face changed suddenly.

When he was in the Lishui Sword Sect, he had seen an introduction to the summoning of sword spirits in a classic.

As far as he knew, the Sword Spirit Summoning Technique was an untold secret of a secret sect in the Sword Cultivation Realm, the Sword Spirit Sect.

It is said that the descendants of the Sword Spirit Sect can open a certain space node and summon a different space demonic beast.

Although the strength of the demonic beasts summoned by the disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect is extremely powerful, because they are rarely able to control the demonic beasts, it is because many of the disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect are counterattacked by the summoned demonic beasts, which also makes the major sects in the sword cultivation world regard the Sword Spirit Sect as a public enemy.

As the most outstanding disciple of the Transfiguration Sect, Nie Qili actually used the sword skills of other sects, which made many elders of the Transfiguration Sect feel embarrassed for a while.

The Wild Lion Haizhan looked at Nie Qili with a hideous look on his face, and was about to open his mouth to scold.

Suddenly, a surging oppressive force vibrated out of the void, directly acting on the bodies of the people around them, directly bombarding everyone's bodies and flying out obliquely.

Bang bang bang, dozens of dull voices sounded one after another, including Li Yuanhang, the sword king powerhouse like Hai Zhan, none of them escaped the blow of coercion.

Not only was Li Yuanhang and the others knocked away by coercion, but Nie Yuli, who was closest to the aura, was hit even harder.

The huge force directly bombarded the top of his head, directly smashing his body into the ground for several feet, and his knees were completely buried.