Rumble.

The sword shadow was wet, the air flow was turbulent, and Ye Yun shook the combined force of Meng Feng's four people.

The two sides had a tacit understanding and retreated with one blow, Ye Yun looked at Leng Yue with a little worry in his eyes, but his worry seemed a little redundant, Leng Yue faced the joint efforts of Li Gui and another Kunlun disciple, and they were fighting equally.

Meng Feng's eyebrows were squeezed together, his eyes were staring at Ye Yun with extreme vigilance, at this moment, his previous anger was swept away, he was not stupid as the son of Kunlun Sect, this world was originally based on strength, and the tingling and numbness coming from his right wrist made him have to calm down.

"It seems that I was careless, and I underestimated the strength of the sword spirit powerhouse. Meng Fei looked at Ye Yun word by word, and said, "Next, I will use my strongest move, after one move, if you don't die, today's matter will be over." ”

Ye Yun's brows tightened, Meng Feng's words made him feel a strong sense of danger, the other party was obviously a strong sword master, where did the danger come from.

Meng Feng snorted coldly in his heart: "Being able to die under the miniature Kunlun mirror that my father gave me can be regarded as your creation." "The Kunlun Mirror is the treasure of the Kunlun Sword Sect, the power is mysterious and unpredictable, no one knows, Meng Fei loves Meng Feng very much, for the safety of his hard-won son, I don't know how to imitate a miniature Kunlun Mirror, which is considered a self-defense for Meng Feng.

Meng Feng stared at Ye Yun, he was going to use the miniature Kunlun mirror to kill Ye Yun, he only needed to use this mirror to shine on Ye Yun, he could make Ye Yun's mind lose his mind, and his consciousness fell into a brief fainting, those times were enough for him to give Ye Yun a sword to seal his throat.

Ye Yun's body surface appeared with the cyan sword shield possessed by the sword spirit powerhouse, in the face of unknown dangers, he could only have no reservations, but his actions caused the three people beside Meng Feng to grit their teeth, and the three of them scolded in their hearts: "It's really shameless, just now, they already know how strong Ye Yun's strength is, and this guy has actually opened the sword cover now." ”

When the three of them looked at Meng Feng uncertainly, the other party's calm momentum and a subtle smile on their faces seemed to give them a reassuring pill, only to see that Meng Feng's left wrist flashed, and a palm-sized bronze mirror appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Stop. ”

Leng Yue inadvertently glanced at it, and when she saw clearly what was in Meng Feng's hand, her whole body was dripping with cold sweat, and her face was discolored, but it was still too late, Meng Feng raised her left hand, and saw a three-color beam of light instantly shining on Ye Yun's body.

Meng Feng glared at Leng Yue with a smile, he looked at Ye Yun who was stunned in the three-color beam, walked the gossip, took stillness as movement, changed from slow to fast, and killed Ye Yun with the most powerful sword in the gossip swordsmanship.

"The winner is king, strength is only part of survival, and means are king. Meng Feng killed the puppet-like Ye Yun, and he didn't forget to say a line, so as to reflect his extraordinary.

"Get out. ”

Leng Yuemei's eyes widened angrily, she angrily raised a sword to shake Li Gui back, and was about to go to rescue Ye Yun.

Although Ye Yun was reflected by the miniature Kunlun mirror, his state was only known to him, when the three-color beam was just added, his spirit was slightly trance, and then he felt as if he was in the water, as if his movements would be sluggish next.

One thought and one world, at this moment, Ye Yun followed the trend, he stood still in place, his eyes were slightly closed, and his sword eyes were ready, if Leng Yue knew Ye Yun's state at this moment, he would definitely be shocked.

Brush, brush.

Ye Yun's eyes shone brightly, and two silver sword rays shot towards Meng Feng without delay, and the silver sword in Meng Feng's hand was close to Ye Yun.

"Brother Ice Sculpture, stop. ”

Leng Yue's exclamation suddenly sounded, and she looked at the sword shot at Meng Feng with round eyes, and her heart trembled in horror, how strong that attack was, she had seen it with her own eyes.

What really frightened Leng Yue in front of him was Meng Feng's situation, the son of the dignified Kunlun Sword Sect, if he really died in the hands of Ye Yun like this, then Ye Yun would not be able to survive even if he had nine lives, besides, Leng Yue just wanted to use Ye Yun's strength to teach Meng Feng and the others a lesson, unexpectedly, the development of things exceeded her imagination, and Leng Yue's heart was in turmoil.

Ye Yun naturally heard Leng Yue's exclamation, but it was already too late, those two sword rays were like a summon from the god of death, shooting in Meng Feng's disbelieving gaze, Li Gui and the others had already been carried away by the situation in front of them.

Boom, boom, boom.

The continuous roar was mixed with a sword roar, and when the sword mang's divine eyes were about to approach Meng Feng, a figure narrowly blocked in front of Meng Feng's body, and the next moment, the figure of the sword mang's divine eyes crashed into Meng Feng's air, and in the shocked eyes of Leng Yue, Li Gui and others, the figure connected a few dodges before stopping.

Ye Yun looked at the perfect unloading body technique in front of him, and knew that the strength of the person in front of him was definitely above him, and he could actually resist the sword and the divine gaze.

"Big brother. The figure stood still, Leng Yue and Li Gui saw this person's appearance clearly, and several people exclaimed in unison, and the three words of senior brother all carried respect in them.

This person has a mediocre appearance and a medium build, although among the tens of thousands of disciples of the Kunlun Sword Sect, he is the only one with the most ordinary appearance, but his strong strength and fair style of doing things have created his extraordinary, he is the eldest disciple of the Kunlun Sword Sect, Jiang Fan, the ninth-order sword spirit.

Jiang Fan snorted, staring at Ye Yun with extremely bright eyes, and shouted: "Being in Kunlun Mountain, Brother Dao is too ruthless, right?"

After Ye Yun used the strongest blow of the Sword Divine Purpose, he didn't intend to make a move when he heard Leng Yue's stop before, just when Ye Yun was about to shout Senior Brother to explain that he was also a Kunlun disciple, Leng Yue was already in front of him.

"Senior brother, it's all my fault, I shouldn't .......... Leng Yue kept talking to Jiang Fan, with a look of grievance on her face from time to time.

"I see. Jiang Fan heard Leng Yue's words, looked back at Meng Feng who was supported by Li Gui and a few others, and when he saw the bronze mirror in Meng Feng's hand, he shook his head lightly and sighed: "If the jade is not cut, it will not be a weapon, and if a person does not learn, it will not become a talent." ”

"Senior brother, I.... Meng Feng put away the miniature Kunlun mirror, his lips moved slightly and he couldn't speak, he knew very well in his heart that if it wasn't for Jiang Fan just now, he would probably die.

Jiang Fan looked at Meng Feng and said with concern, "Is the injury serious?"

"If it weren't for Senior Brother, I'm afraid I would have been lying half in the coffin. Meng Feng spoke, looking at Ye Yun with hatred in his eyes.

"Li Gui, you take Meng Feng to rest. Jiang Fan glanced at Zhenghao Palace from afar, and didn't seem to want to say much.

"Yes, Senior Brother. Li Gui and the others supported Meng Feng and said goodbye to Jiang Fan.

"Oh, by the way, in half a year, it will be a disciple battle jointly organized by the three major sword sects of the human race, I hope you will each practice diligently. Jiang Fan reminded and said.

"Yes, Senior Brother. Li Gui and the others said yes in unison, and then Li Gui and the others looked at Leng Yue with complicated eyes, and then glanced at Ye Yun fiercely, and walked away.

"Leng Yue, you can also take this Daoist brother to rest. Jiang Fan, said.

Ye Yun's clothes were not the attire of Kunlun's disciples, no wonder Jiang Fan would call him like that.

"Yes. Leng Yue replied.

Ye Yun was called Daoist Brother by his senior brother, and he felt weird, and when he and Leng Yue left, he still called Senior Brother with great respect before turning away.

Jiang Fan looked at the backs of Ye Yun and Leng Yue, and muttered, "When did I have such a strong junior brother." ”

When he walked towards Zhenghao Palace, Jiang Fan couldn't help but think of the Kunlun disciple battle three years ago, when he won the first place in the disciple battle for the first time, so he also laid the foundation for the status of the senior brother, thanks to his master Jiang Yue...