Next to the formation flag, Ying'er ignored the three elders of the Xuan family and the others.

Her eyes focused on Ye Wentian in the flag, her clear eyes flickered, and she just hesitated for a moment.

"Whew!"

「……」

I saw that he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the small flag.

Fang Qing snorted lightly.

"Hmph."

"Go to ......" As soon as Fang Qing raised his hand, the formation flag flew out of his cuffs, and the next moment it was already hanging above Ying'er's head.

Ying'er's body trembled, and the whole person froze in place.

Seeing this scene, the old national teacher, the three elders of the Xuan family and others all breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I was well prepared tonight, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to take this child!

"Ying'er, you are not his opponent, protect yourself first." The scarlet in Ip Man's eyes was not dissipated, and the qi in his body continued to explode.

The master of the Fang family is comparable to Chen Xuanshuang in Southern Xinjiang.

Especially this array of flags, such a terrifying suppressive force, even if it is the peak of the innate nature, it is difficult to break free for a while.

The best example of this is himself.

"Give me two more minutes, break me!" Ye Wentian shouted angrily in his heart, and the yin and yang qi in front of him tumbled violently.

"Hum."

"Buzzing ......"

The flags around were trembling slightly.

Already on the verge of collapse.

"Ying'er is not afraid of him."

"Here comes the sword!" As soon as Ying'er raised her hand, the momentum around her body was shocked, and the incomparably strong spiritual power suddenly poured out like a river rushing.

Ye Wentian was stunned for a moment.

The next moment, in the middle of the night, there was a whistling sound.

"Buzz......" The sound of the sword was very deep.

Everyone in the arena looked up subconsciously with their eyes stunned.

A huge heavy sword was breaking through the air, and in the blink of an eye, it fell into the hands of the girl in front of her.

I saw that his heavy sword was horizontal, drawing a spiritual arc.

"Click!"

"Click."

Immediately after, there was a crisp sound.

The array flag that was originally hanging above Ying'er's head was forcibly cut into two sections, and the suppressive force instantly receded.

The old national teacher and the others had their eyes trembling, and their faces were shocked.

It's all incredible!

Even Fang Qing turned his head abruptly and frowned.

"Zhao Ying!"

"You dare to break a certain formation flag." Fang Qing's eyes were full of anger, and when he turned around, he flashed, and the terrifying spiritual power struck.

In the night, two figures collided.

"Bang ......"

"Boom!"

Ying'er's whole person was shocked dozens of meters away, and there was obviously a big gap in hard power.

On the other hand, Fang Qing only took three steps back.

The two looked at each other.

Ying'er pursed her lips, her momentum rose, and the heavy sword in her hand burst out slightly, and she would not lose a single ounce in terms of momentum.

"Ying'er is not afraid of you."

"Cut!"

Ying'er snorted softly, dragged her heavy sword, drew a spark on the ground, and rushed towards the person in front of her.

The next breath is approaching.

The heavy sword was raised above his head and slammed down.

"Damn it." Fang Qing's brows tightened more and more, and three more array flags appeared in front of him with a wave of his sleeves, forming a defensive barrier.

The force of the shock swept across, and the array flag steadily blocked the heavy sword.

Ying'er trembled, her face was obviously a little pale, but her momentum did not decrease, and the strength of the heavy sword increased.

The face of the person in front of him became more and more ugly.

"Zhao Ying, are you crazy? Don't know Fang?"

"Really, I don't dare to kill you?" The anger on Fang Qing's face was even stronger, the person in front of him appeared in Great Yan, he should have come to kill the Great Yan Dragon King.

Why did you attack him instead?

"Kill

I? Cut...... Bragging." Ying'er pursed her lips and glanced at the person in front of her.

"Hum!"

"Buzz."

The heavy sword in his hand trembled violently, and the terrifying power increased several times.

With this outburst, Fang Qingyi's figure had to take two steps back again.

"You're looking for death!" Fang Qing let out a low snort, and the murderous intent in his eyes exploded.

"Condensation."

"Seal ......"

With a wave of his hand, the three array flags in front of him flipped and pressed towards Ying'er's Heavenly Spirit Gai again.

The person in front of him has a special identity, and he is a killer, and he has some trouble afterwards.

It's just that now, he Fang Qing can't help it.

In this matter, the Fang family should be able to resist.

"Huh, again? Ying'er is not stupid, don't try to catch me."

"Cut!"

「……」

Ying'er retreated sharply, swept the giant sword in her hand, and slashed head-on at the three array flags in front of her.

The power collided, and a terrifying air flow erupted.

Everyone in the field, their eyes focused at the same time, and it could be seen that Ying'er's figure was once again shocked back dozens of steps, and she obviously fell behind.

But it was not sealed by the array flag.

"It's so strong!"

"This girl, who is the descendant of the family?"

"How do you feel, it's even more powerful than those seniors......

The children of the three major families were already stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.

The three elders of the Xuan family looked slightly ugly.

Only the old national teacher, after carefully looking at the heavy sword in the girl's hand, there was a slight flash in his eyes, and his face changed a little.

Meanwhile.

Fang Qing in front of him, the momentum around his body climbed, and five array flags appeared around his body, spinning and transmitting his might.

"One hit, one kill." Fang Qing's face was cold, and his killing intent was overwhelming.

Inside the array flag, the red light in Ye Wentian's eyes flickered.

"Ying'er, slash me with all your might." Ye Wentian reacted quickly, and as soon as his mind moved, the sound was immediately transmitted to Ying'er's brain.

In the next blow, the person surnamed Fang will not show mercy, and I am afraid it will be too late when I come out.

The heavy sword in Ying'er's hand seems to have a restraining effect on the battle flag.

"Really?" Ying'er blinked, tilted her head and asked.

"It's better than a pearl, it's faster!" Ip Mantian responded immediately.

Ying'er nodded, dragged her heavy sword and turned around, grinned, and the next moment her momentum rose again.

The terrifying power burst out a wave of qi.

"Whew!"

「……」

The huge heavy sword was already raised above her head.

Ye Wentian chuckled in his heart.

This girl?

How do I feel that she is still a little excited to let her cut me?

This is obviously not the time to think about this, Ying'er did not hesitate at all, and slashed down with all her sword.

"Whew!"

"Buzzing ......"

It is comparable to the middle of the innate stage, a sword with all its strength.

With incomparably strong strength, he drew a heavy long arc and slashed straight in the direction of Ip Man.

Everyone in the venue was stunned at the same time when they saw this scene

Only not far away, Fang Qingyi's face suddenly changed slightly, seeing that the sword hit, it was too late for his array flag to attack.

"Not good."

"Tonight, the tide is over." Fang Qing reacted quickly, and the momentum around him was obviously restrained, and he looked up at Ye Wentian.

Fang Qing retracted his gaze and turned his head to look in the direction of the front yard of the manor.

There was a moment of silence, and his figure took two steps back.

At the same time.

"Bang!"

"Rumble ......"

There was a boom echoing ahead.

"Click." Immediately followed by a crisp sound, dozens of array flags that trapped Ye Wentian were attacked by this sword

Cut it in half.

The power of suppression was instantly reduced by a lot.

"Big brother, Ying'er wants to sleep." Ying'er's body staggered, and the heavy sword in her hand couldn't hold it steadily, obviously exhausted.