In such a season, it should be the yellow clouds of high birds, and the autumn of cold cicadas and green trees.

But at a Deepavali meeting where a nobody was in trouble, people did not see the solemnity of late autumn, but instead the hustle and bustle.

On the occasion of Qiufang's life and death, with Li Changfeng's lazy and childish childish voice, a sword was born. At this moment, Qiu Fang's body flying in the air suddenly froze, and the boy blinked hard, not knowing whether he was stunned, or whether the time and space centered on himself were completely frozen.

Even after many years, Qiu Fang recalled today's events again, and it was difficult to get rid of the shock in his heart.

Of course, this is an afterword, at this moment, Qiu Fang does not know what kind of realm this sword has reached, he is desperately struggling on the edge of despair, both wanting to get rid of the shackles of death, and wanting to escape from the shackles of time and space, and even his throat is followed by a hoarse roar that has been cornered.

However, this sword caused the hearts of the hundreds of people present to rise and fall, and they turned from rather noisy discussions to selfless silence. Most of them are only between the third and fourth types of people, and there are very few strong people in the first type of people in this world, and it is even more difficult to see them make a move.

But now they have seen it.

That sword is like a swimming dragon, in the eyes of different people have different sword intent, careful people seem to be like the breeze through the forest, the clear water jumps over the stream, the heroic knight looks like a golden splash of jade, clear leap into the sky, just a single sword, the cloud covering the sky array was shocked and trembled slightly.

Everyone was suspicious, limited by their own Dao level, and they couldn't see the clue of this sword realm at first glance.

But they couldn't help but take a second look, and the sword intent was slashed down in the air, accompanied by the cold sword light, Feng Zheng's ink sword seemed so small, and as soon as they collided, they shattered in response, like a remnant willow in the wind, the wind was raging, and the branches were broken.

Although the ink sword was shattered, the earth-shattering sword intent did not stop, like a spring breeze blowing willows, endlessly chasing towards Feng Zheng.

Feng Zheng no longer had any reservations, he was very strong, so strong that at a glance he could see that the sword man was stronger than himself, and in an instant, he mobilized the mana of his whole body and retreated sharply.

He fled, and the sword chased him.

The oncoming sword light burst out of a burst of cyan, but when it was cut down, there was a bit of dragon groaning, and there seemed to be a faint cry of the phoenix during the period, which shocked everyone present like hearing the fairy sword, and all subconsciously took out their own housekeeping weapons, so as not to be shocked by the aftermath.

"Dharma Protector!"

A crisp voice shouted, it was the Blood Ink Envoy who was calling for the other Ink Envoys to come to the rescue.

Several ink envoys soared, rushing to Feng Zheng's side, and a majestic ink spring rose in response, lying in front of the cyan sword intent, instantly connecting into a vertical and horizontal piece, in a vain attempt to resist the sword intent and cut down.

But the sword light flashed, the storm surged, the thousands of flowers and plants in the field were swept up by the wind, and the strong wall where the ink gathered was split again, and several ink envoys were shaken open by the sudden mana storm, and fell to the ground spitting blood.

"Get out of the way!"

Feng Zheng shouted angrily like a beast, and all the people in the field got up and fled, and Feng Zheng also knew that this sword could not be resisted, so he ran towards the edge of the Cloud Covering Array with all his might.

At the same time, Qiu Fang's body, which was originally locked by the appearance of the sword intent, suddenly continued to fly towards the Imperial Soul Banner, and when he was still in the air, he could sense that except for him, the things around him were still stagnant, obviously he had deceived Zu Lin in front of him, but Zu Lin's solemn expression did not change at all.

However, in the blink of an eye, the Soul Banner had already changed hands.

Qiu Fang didn't know what kind of heavenly power this sword possessed, and it could make the surrounding time and space stand still, but he knew that the sword intent was fierce, the mana was pure, and the power was so powerful, I am afraid that only his master Yan Qingyun could reproduce it in the world.

Qiu Fang, who landed steadily, swallowed his saliva unconsciously, he stared at the Imperial Soul Banner in his hand, and a trace of relief came to his heart, checkmate was not dead, so that his expression was soothed a little, and even the tearing pain from his internal organs was not so intense.

Raising his eyes and looking at the air again, the cyan sword intent swept towards Feng Zheng like a devastating slash, the tables and chairs in the field were all swept into the air by the wind and waves, and the lights burning around were extinguished by the storm

The lights were destroyed.

Seeing that Zu Lin was still motionless, Qiu Fang didn't dare to slack off, he didn't know how long the stagnation of time and space caused by the sword intent would last, and the only thing at the moment was to quickly destroy this Imperial Soul Flag.

Thinking of this, Qiu Fang inhaled calmly, forcibly suppressed the mana and qi and blood that were wandering wildly in his body, and slashed towards the Imperial Soul Banner with his sword.

The sound of Jin Ming's battle was extremely crisp, although there was still a gap between the high-grade magic weapons in the Imperial Soul Flag, but it was not ordinary after all, and after eating the sword of Qiufang, it was not moving at all.

"It takes a lot of effort to refine the magic weapon, and it's hard to smash this thing on your own." Qiu Fang pondered.

Then he picked up the soul banner again, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, wanting to quickly find the flaw in this flag. During this time, he did not forget to glance at Zu Lin not far away, only to see that he still maintained a defensive posture holding the Imperial Soul Banner and did not move.

"If only you could do it." Qiu Fang gritted her teeth, and looked at Ah Yu who was trapped by the stagnant time and space with some frustration, the wounds on her wrists seemed to be much better at this time, and the demon blood that was still flowing before had also become dark red blood marks, it seems that the demon's recovery ability is really different from that of humans.

Just as Qiu Fang was still sighing, Ah Yu's fingers moved slightly.

This scene was captured by the vigilant Qiu Fang, he was stunned for a moment, as if he remembered something, a fine light flashed in his eyes, and the soul flag in his hand shook slightly, and Ah Yu's fingers also moved slightly.

Yes, they can use the Soul Banner to control Ah Yu's mind, and I can do the same.

Thinking about this festival, Qiu Fang no longer hesitated, and shouted in a low voice, "Ah Yu, destroy this flag."

Ah Yu got the order, and as soon as he raised his palm, a black gas shot out in an instant, slashing heavily on the soul flag.

"Bang!"

With this sound, not only did the Imperial Soul Banner shatter, but the sword intent in mid-air was finally cut down.

Qiu Fang followed the prestige, only to see the cyan sword intent slashed on the inner wall of the Cloud Covering Heaven Array, the young man remembered that He Wangshu had said before that this formation was a high-grade magic weapon, even if it was the first type of people to break through, it would take a lot of effort.

And Feng Zheng knew that this sword was too strong, and if he resisted hard, he would inevitably suffer a big loss, so he was in a hurry, and by virtue of his identity as the controller of the formation, he fled outside the Clouds Covering Heaven Array at the moment when the earth-shattering sword intent was slashed.

But the earth-shattering sword intent is also extraordinary, but it is a huge crack cut out on the black inner wall of the cloud-covered array, although it will not be broken, but it has also suffered a huge impact, if this kind of sword intent comes a few more, I am afraid that this cloud-covered array will also be shattered.

The smoke was gradually cleared, and Feng Zheng's figure returned to the field, he straightened out his clothes that were a little disordered because of his escape, and said calmly: "The East Pole Gate of Sword Cultivation, this is the first time I have heard of it, presumably this sword intent is your hole card."

His voice was blessed with mana, and it filled the entire venue in an instant, and the cloud-covered array was still there, and everyone in the field showed amazement.

"The boy used this sword?"

The spectator who was the first to come back to taste was surprised.

"Otherwise, Feng Zheng himself can't get along with himself, and he plays a suicidal trick here?" The person next to the man laughed and cursed, and the pleasure of immortality between his eyebrows was quite eye-catching.

"Even Feng Zheng didn't dare to resist, I'm afraid this kid is not the first type of person, hiss, no, Feng Zheng didn't go all out just now, and he almost took this kid's life, how can you say that it doesn't look like the ability of the first type of person?" Another spectator speculated.

"Hey, this scene is no longer something you and I can interfere with, you patronized and watched the Great Wind Sect Master flee for his life, I don't know what the biggest variable is now."

"What?"

"Good life, look, where is the Imperial Soul Flag?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment when they heard this, and then they all turned their eyes to the high platform.

There was no longer the shadow of the Imperial Soul Banner on the high platform, only Ah Yulian moved lightly, standing in front of Qiu Fang with a sinister face, and the coldness in his eyes seemed to freeze the entire square.

"Zulin!"

With Feng Zheng's angry shout, Na Zulin suddenly came back to his senses, and he was confused

looked at the empty hands, and then stared at Ah Yu's cold look, horror instantly covered his thin face, and then he didn't dare to slack off, and jumped off the high platform with a flying body.

He knew very well that without the control of the Imperial Soul Banner, if Ah Yu, who ranked second in strength and ranked second, wanted to erase himself, it was like pinching an ant to death, and demons were different from people, and it was not righteous to kill people, but it was a luxury to leave a whole corpse.

"Wind... Sect Master, this is also my hole card." Qiu Fang's eyes were clear and firm, and while saying this with difficulty, he fell to the ground, his strong body finally lost his strength, and it was difficult for him to use his loud voice to have a verbal battle with Feng Zheng.

"Do you think you'll be able to fight me if you break free from the Soul Banner?"

Feng Zheng knew that his opponent had changed from a shocking sword to Ah Yu, so he no longer paid attention to Qiu Fang and said to Ah Yu in a cold voice.

However, as soon as his voice fell, a thousand ink springs rose from the soles of his feet, constantly churning and surging in the air, and it could be seen that he had already moved the real fire, and the all-out battle of the second type of people was about to appear.

"I'm going to kill you."

Ah Yu was furious at this time, how long he was imprisoned, how much anger he had accumulated, and the majestic mana was like a frenzied wave, and then it merged into a cloud of black gas, entangled around Ah Yu's body.

"You can give it a try, although your cultivation is not weak, but it is simply a fool's dream to make a big deal of nonsense in the Mo Sect."

As soon as Feng Zheng's words fell, the ink envoys and hundreds of disciples in the field seemed to have received some orders, and they all held up their own ink, and they still converged towards the ink fountain behind Feng Zheng.

Seeing this situation, some of the guests in the venue shouted in horror: "Run away, Feng Zheng has borrowed the mana of so many people, this is to use the housekeeping skills!"

"Run? No one can get out of this cloud-over-the-sky array now."

"So we're going to die here?"

"As far as I can see, it's better to take this opportunity to rush up and help Feng Zheng grab the demon blood, as long as the more chaotic, the greater our chances."

"Why didn't you just go?" Some cultivators took a sip and were quite disdainful of taking advantage of people's danger.

The man smiled stupidly and scolded, "That demon is just the second type of person, at this time, I am afraid that the realm of Feng Zheng has been forcibly promoted to the first type of person, which is stronger and weaker is not obvious? Whoever wants to die, I will not stop him."

Seeing that he had some truth in what he said, the crowd fell silent.

"It is my generation's duty to eliminate demons and defend the way, how can you let the Wind Sect Master face the demons alone, everyone can take action and capture the demons together!"

Someone shouted again, and all the guests smiled knowingly and stared at Ah Yu.

Qiu Fang dragged his weak body, looked at everyone, and then glanced at Feng Zheng, who was bound to win, and remembered that Ah Yu was still a little pale, and sighed in his heart.

"Uncle Shishi, you have been picking them up for a long time, and now we are the ones who suffer!"