The Clouds Covering the Sky Array still firmly covered the entire square, and the earth-shattering sword intent that appeared in the sky was magnificent and domineering, which once silenced the audience, including many bright lights, and the darkness shrouded in the air seemed even deeper.

Through the faint light of the fire, Qiu Fang stared at Feng Zheng, the latter's figure hovered in mid-air, his eyes were shining, his expression was solemn, and he put on a posture of looking at the world, and his body also exuded a terrifying and domineering atmosphere, and the countless ink springs that sprayed and tumbled behind him made Qiu Fang's heart feel depressed.

Then he turned his gaze to Ah Yu, even though she was now out of trouble, but obviously she had not recovered to her full state, and her somewhat pale face was really not optimistic.

It seems that the status quo of nine deaths and one life has not changed course because of Ah Yu's escape.

Qiu Fang sighed in his heart, after fighting Feng Zheng, he realized that the gap in the realm was so big, if it weren't for the strong sword intent given by Li Changfeng, I am afraid that he would have lost his opponent long ago.

It was a little reckless just now, Qiu Fang frowned and pondered, but this is always a helpless move, if he doesn't make a move, Ah Yu will inevitably become the protagonist of a gluttonous feast, and the demon blood that countless cultivators salivate is afraid that it will be eaten up by everyone, and the selfish Feng Zheng will inevitably use this as a bargaining chip to push Mozong to the throne of the leader of Los Angeles in one fell swoop.

Fortunately, Jiren has his own natural appearance, so that Qiu Fang passed the first hurdle without danger and completed half of the road of rescuing Ah Yu.

It's just that looking at Feng Zheng's meaning, the remaining half will definitely not let him finish it smoothly, and the second level is coming.

Although Qiu Fang couldn't see through what kind of trick this was, he vaguely guessed that it was a secret method to improve his cultivation in a short time, because the wave of qi emitted by the ink spring behind Feng Zheng was faintly close to Li Changfeng's earth-shattering sword intent, and Ah Yu at this time was probably still difficult to resist.

"He's a lot stronger, be careful." Qiu Fang said to Ah Yu not far away, Qiu Fang was seriously injured, and it was difficult for him to get up to fight with her, of course, with his cultivation, he couldn't participate in this dispute between masters.

Hearing this, Ah Yu's head tilted slightly, but he didn't turn his head, and still replied in that cold voice, "I know, it's hard to win."

Seeing Ah Yu so honest, it made Qiu Fang unexpectedly stunned for a moment, although he didn't have much contact with Ah Yu, but he knew that this demon in front of him was cold by nature, and he was definitely not a person who bowed his head easily, and he said this without struggle at this time, he must indeed be not a little sure.

Thinking of this, Qiu Fang is somewhat loveless, Li Changfeng's sword is still an unexpected joy, but after the sword, there is no savior.

Under the high platform, there were two other people who were staring at Qiu Fang and the others intently.

"Cher, it seems that the one on the stage is the person you rescued last night." Ye Yun said this very lowly, he didn't want to let the people around him gap.

Ye Ayaxue hesitated for a moment, although her face was a little unhappy, she still replied in a low voice.

Ye Yun was accustomed to his granddaughter's displeasure from time to time, so he didn't take it to heart, and continued, "He is Miss's lover?"

Ye Ayaxue glanced at him, there was a little annoyance in her eyes, but she still didn't want to answer, as if she was blaming Ye Yun for not coming to ask at this time.

But Ye Yun laughed a few times in a low voice: "Miss, good vision, this sword just now, if it weren't for the Cloud Covering Heaven Array, I'm afraid Feng Zheng would have caught his way."

Speaking of the earth-shattering sword intent just now, Ye Ayaxue seemed to be a little more interested, she was cold by nature, except for having an excellent relationship with Fu Zhi, I am afraid that only cultivation can make her look sideways.

"That sword is very strong."

"Such a sword is hard to find in the world, when will you be able to use it?" Ye Yun shook the rice wine gourd in his hand, and the show was so good that he forgot to drink, and at this time, he suddenly remembered it, and couldn't help but take a big sip of it in the sky.

Ye Ayaxue glanced at him sideways and said coldly, "I don't use swords."

"You, you, you don't like to dance guns and swords when you're young, you love that broken paper umbrella." Ye Yun took a sip and said in a low voice.

When Ye Ayaxue heard this, her fingers were scrubbed on the oil-paper umbrella for a moment, and then she set her eyes on Feng Zheng, she could feel that Feng Zheng's momentum was getting better

is getting stronger and stronger, and the two people on the stage are obviously not his opponents, and he can't help but feel a little worried.

is the son of Mo Ruo's father, although Ye Yun is a grandfather, but with a big Ye Ayaxue in one hand, how could he not know what she was thinking, and his face sank rarely: "I can't make a mistake today."

"Why?" Ye Ayaxue said seriously.

Seeing this, Ye Yun sighed: "We are traveling this time, and we are under the order of a general, so we must not offend the Mo Sect, not to mention..."

Ye Yun's voice suddenly stopped, he knew that the next words might be a little disdainful to Ye Ayaxue, who was cold by nature but did not lose her integrity.

"What?" Ye Ayaxue asked again.

"If the Mo Sect gets the demon blood, it will definitely increase its strength, and I am afraid that the wind government will have the final say within a radius of thousands of miles from Los Angeles, and whether the East Pole Gate exists or not is still variable at that time, this move is to kill two birds with one stone, we have not only won over the Mo Sect, but also weakened the East Pole Gate under the command of the Monarch." Ye Yun finished speaking in a low voice, and originally wanted to add a sentence "Isn't it beautiful", but seeing Ye Ayaxue's gradually sinking face, he finally didn't dare to say it, he knew that if his granddaughter didn't want to give him face, she would definitely not give it.

"Grandpa, Miss and Childe, but they are still at the East Pole Gate."

Ye Ayaxue said with a straight face, she didn't often use the word "grandpa" on her lips, but once she talked about business, she would always remember it.

Ye Yun pretended to cough, relieved the somewhat delicate atmosphere, and then slowly spoke: "In the final analysis, Childe and Miss are also a move played by the general, if the East Pole Gate is destroyed, Childe and Miss can leave, and the chess pieces can be on the chessboard or held in their hands."

"The people of the East Pole Gate are the beloved relatives and friends of the young lady and the son." Ye Ayaxue frowned slightly, and said unhappily.

"Born in the family of princes and generals, they are destined not to have so many emotions and six desires, this is their natural fate, no wonder others." Ye Yun shook his head and sighed.

"Mademoiselle is not a fateful person." Ye Ayaxue argued firmly.

Ye Yun looked at her determined gaze, shook his head slowly, and just said worriedly: "In short, if you want to make a move today, you will pass my level first."

As soon as his voice fell, the condensation of wind and law power also reached its peak, he let out a long roar, his whole body was quite comfortable, and the black light at the center of his eyebrows gradually became lighter, but a pattern appeared, and the pattern looked up, it was a drop of dark and translucent ink.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.

Feng Zheng waved his sleeve robe and shouted, "Everyone, I'm not welcome."

Everyone in the field knows the meaning of Feng Zheng, and he is in battle to kill the enemy, and the one who wins the first place will be rewarded for his meritorious deeds, and he will be the first to lick some soup on the side, but everyone is afraid of Ah Yu's means, and they dare not be the first to die as a substitute for the ghost, so they hesitate in place.

Feng Zheng saw their ugly appearance, and sneered faintly, and finally waited no longer, his body moved, and the killing machine was fully revealed.

The countless ink springs behind him rose in response, like a lonely soul from the abyss of a thousand miles, roaring violently, and the black qi of the Dao burst out, covering the four sides of the world with devastating decay, and was about to take the soul of A Yu.

Ah Yu gritted her teeth, and a golden light that contrasted greatly with her identity instantly lit up between her slender jade hands.

Qiu Fang has seen her methods, and often uses Buddhist exercises, as for her relationship with Buddhism, it is another matter, but that skillful move is quite a headache even if Zhou Zong sees it.

"Turning the Heavens?"

There were still a few well-informed people in the crowd who shouted in confusion, and saw a golden light rushing out of Ah Yu's hand, rushing into the ink spring where the wind was surging like the morning sun breaking away the heavy black clouds, and the sky vibrated in an instant, and the ground trembled slightly.

"How can a demon know the Buddha's mudra?"

"Could it be that the Buddha Gate has passed through the Demon Domain?"

"Nonsense, although the Buddhism is not clean, it is not in cahoots with demons."

The people in the audience chattered.

But Feng Zheng seemed to be calm, that day Zhou Zong and Ah Yu fought, he stood in the distance and looked at it, and he already knew a lot about Ah Yu's methods.

"If you want to turn the sky upside down, I won't let you!"

With his angry shout, countless ink springs poured up into the sky, like a swimming dragon

Absorbing water and converging in one place, the shaking of heaven and earth also stopped abruptly, and the golden light gradually receded. Although he didn't see how famous he was, Qiu Fang knew very well that the first wave of offensive between the two had collapsed and failed to form a climate.

But Feng Zheng still had some strength left, and he raised his sleeves and shouted, "Blade!"

The ink fountain in the air turned into a huge blade again, and the cold sword qi slashed towards the high platform.

Although they were more than ten feet away, the guests who had been sitting firmly in the front row were still cold-eyed and got up one after another to avoid it.

The sword qi was like a rainbow, coming to the end, seeing the menacing situation, Qiu Fang wanted to shout "beware", but when he looked sideways, Ah Yu looked different, but his feet stepped in the air, and tens of thousands of purple balls of light condensed by mana instantly appeared behind him, and he hugged her.

What kind of means is this?

In addition to being shocked, Qiu Fang couldn't help but sneer, Feng Zheng's full force at the moment didn't want to leave a way for the two of them to live, and the offensive and defensive momentum was different, a black blade that fell from the sky was just a little similar to when he chased Feng Zheng with a shocking sword just now, even Feng Zheng didn't dare to resist, why did Ah Yu dare at this time?

At this moment, Ah Yu's figure suddenly stagnated, hanging in the air, but the countless magic balls behind her were continuing to charge, like purple lightning in the dark night, threatening to trample all those who stood in the way.

In the face of Ah Yu's attack, Feng Zheng did not show the slightest hint of panic, but flicked his sleeve, stretched out his index finger and slashed a few times in the air, the huge black blade listened to the order, and danced with his fingertips, smashing all the magic balls that were shot, and the air exploded again and again, and a cloud of smoke spread in the darkness.

Before Qiu Fang could see what the momentum in the field was, Ah Yu's face changed, and he instantly retreated back, and a black blade flew out from behind the smoke, continuing to slash.

The crisis hung over the heads of the two again.