Seeing the blue light suspended in front of him, Yan Feixiong looked up and saw the paper. A smile of anticipation suddenly appeared on his face.

Obviously, this is the messenger spirit crane of the Qingshan Sword Sect. The only person who followed him into the Underground World Realm to search for clues was Chu Feng, a disciple of the Qingshan Sword Sect, and this messenger spirit crane must have been sent by Chu Feng.

Yan Feixiong stretched out one hand and held the messenger spirit crane in his hand, and whispered with an expectant expression: "Could it be that Chu Feng and the others have found a clue? That's really good!"

However, when he immersed himself in the messenger spirit crane with his mind, and after learning the news of it, his face changed greatly, and the expectant smile on his face immediately disappeared, turning into a cold forest.

"Chu Yun is dead??It turned out that Du Feiyun did it!" "It's Du Feiyun again!!Senior Brother Qingyang was killed by him, Senior Brother Shounan may also have been killed by him, and now even Chu Yun died under his sword!"

Yan Feixiong's face was full of cruel and murderous expressions, a mouthful of steel teeth were clenched, and his eyes were full of murderous intent boiling. His fists clenched secretly, and the flames flashed violently, burning the messenger crane to ashes.

"Du Feiyun, old hatred and new hatred, let's settle it together today! Since you have thrown yourself into the net, then today I will definitely make your life worse than death!" The voice fell, and Yan Feixiong's figure had disappeared in place, flashing dozens of feet away. Now he didn't care about hiding his whereabouts, and the wings condensed by the flames were unleashed with all his might, as fast as lightning, like a streamer... Break through the night sky and fly due south.

Du Feiyun was still riding on the body of the golden kneaded carving, his eyes were staring closely at Chu Feng's back in front of him, seeing that his yuan power was consumed too much, and his cyan wings were getting darker and darker, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After a quarter of an hour of recovery, he had now recovered fifty percent of his Yuan Strength, and even if he faced Chu Feng head-on, he also had the power to protect himself.

"In a quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour to allow you to escape, and I will kill you. Being in the air for dozens of feet, flying all the way through many valleys, rivers and hills, Du Feiyun on the back of the golden-crowned eagle murmured in a low voice.

Chu Yun is dead, and Chu Feng, as his brother, will inevitably gather the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect to come to take revenge frantically, and form a deep blood feud with him, which cannot be resolved. For now, he could only take the opportunity to kill Chu Yun in the Underground World Realm.

Otherwise, after the news of his killing of Qingyang, Qin Shounan and other disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect was revealed, the Qingshan Sword Sect would inevitably find the Liuyun Sect and ask the Liuyun Sect to punish him, the murderer.

He couldn't be sure if the Liuyun Sect would hand him over in the future and leave it to the Qingshan Sword Sect to dispose of, so he had to take the initiative into his own hands, and it was best to nip the crisis in the bud.

was thinking in his heart, and a sense of crisis emerged in Du Feiyun's heart for no reason1, giving rise to a trace of hidden worry. Puzzled, he raised his head, stared ahead, and suddenly saw a flame streamer flying under the night sky hundreds of feet away in front of him.

That's a Xuanmen monk, and his strength is not low, obviously a congenital powerhouse!

In an instant, Du Feiyun understood what the reason for the sudden anxiety in his heart was.

In the underworld realm, there are many dangers, not only to guard against the attacks of demons and demon beasts at all times, but also to guard against other Xuanmen monks. Because, in this place of chaos and sin, it is absolutely not uncommon for Xuanmen monks to break out in fights and fights over treasures.

Therefore, when he saw the appearance of any Xuanmen monk, Du Feiyun would be on guard and not dare to be careless at all.

On the bright side, he was still riding the golden crown eagle, chasing Chu Feng all the way. Secretly, he let the golden crown eagle gradually slow down, and the distance between him and Chu Feng was also rapidly widening.

Moments later, the stroke... The flame streamer that broke through the night sky came to Chu Feng's side and stopped, and the flame light disappeared, revealing a burly figure in a black robe.

Chu Feng, who was running frantically, came to the flame streamer, and when he saw the burly figure, his face immediately showed joy. The big stone in his heart finally fell, and he couldn't help but say with relief: "Senior Brother Yan, fortunately you came in time, if you come a little later, Senior Brother will be killed by Du Feiyun on the spot!"

The monk who flapped his flame wings and flew over was undoubtedly Yan Feixiong! At this time, he saw that Chu Feng was safe and sound, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then turned his head again, looking at Du Feiyun with a calm gaze.

About a hundred zhang away, Du Feiyun sat on the back of the golden crown eagle, his eyes looked hard at the figure beside Chu Feng, and he investigated it with his spiritual sense, only then did he see that the person who came was Yan Feixiong.

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When he exterminated the Duanyang tribe in the underground world, he had seen Yan Feixiong side, and when he saw him at this time, he naturally recognized it quickly. At the same time, after recognizing Yan Feixiong's identity, a trace of worry also appeared in his heart.

Because he knew the Dao, Yan Feixiong was a true disciple of the Qingshan Sword Sect, and his strength had already reached the seventh layer of the innate stage, and his combat power was extremely strong. Now, Yan Feixiong had arrived, and it was impossible for him to kill Chu Feng.

Even, if he continued to stay here and didn't turn around and leave, he would most likely be killed by Yan Feixiong on the spot.

"Chu Feng, count yourself lucky. Du Feiyun snorted secretly in his heart, a little unwilling, but he had never been in love, so he was ready to turn around and flee.

At this moment, Ran Feixiong, who was standing on the top of a hillside, was staring directly at Du Feiyun's figure, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he shouted coldly!

"Du Feiyun, you are mad, you ruthlessly killed Qingyang, the son of the sixth elder of this sect, and attacked and killed Senior Brother Shounan, I have been secretly looking for you but I can't find you. ”

"Today, in this underground world, since I have met you, then I, Yan Feixiong, am bound to kill you and avenge my junior brothers. No matter what you are capable of, Umbrella Heaven will definitely die!" Yan Feixiong's voice was like a bell, killing and boiling, and it came far away in the dark night. When the words fell, the flame wings that shook his shoulders flew towards Du Feiyun as fast as lightning.

Du Feiyun, who was turning around to leave, immediately frowned after hearing his words, and a trace of worry appeared in his heart. He didn't expect that he had inadvertently offended the six elders and true disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect, and he had also formed a blood feud.

Now it seems that the true disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect have begun to look for his traces everywhere and begin to hunt him down to avenge the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect.

This is definitely not good news!

Since the person has been killed, it is useless to regret it now. The paper can't hold the fire, and now that the matter has been revealed, he can't continue to hide it, so he has to think about countermeasures.

Of course, this matter still needs to be considered in the long run, and the top priority now is to leave this place first and get rid of Yan Feixiong and Chu Feng.

Yan Feixiong and Wu Qianchen's strength and identity are almost the same, ranking in the top thirty among the more than sixty true disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect, and their strength has already reached the realm of the seventh layer of the innate stage.

At this moment, he flew over with murderous intent, a pair of thick eyebrows and big eyes staring at Du Feiyun's figure, the flame wings behind him vibrated and flapped, and the speed increased by three percent again, and in just a few breaths, it shot less than a hundred feet behind Du Feiyun.

I saw that he was in the air at a height of more than sixty zhang, holding a flame sword gang more than a zhang long in both hands, and in an instant, dozens of fierce sword qi slashed out in front of him. The powerful sword qi suddenly overflowed, but no sword light flashed, as if it had been slashed several times.

The next moment, a hundred zhang away, behind Du Feiyun, eighteen flame swords that had condensed into substance suddenly appeared, and when they appeared, they had already hit his back less than a zhang away.

Those eighteen sword gangs almost sealed all the directions around Du Feiyun's body, up and down, left and right, full of violent and domineering aura, so sharp that even the air was cut into pieces.

Instant Kill Swordsmanship!

Du Feiyun was no stranger to this move, because Chu Yun had performed it on him twice. It's just that Yan Feixiong's attainment in this instantaneous killing sword technique is obviously countless times higher than Chu Yun's.

The moment the eighteen sword gangs attacked behind him, Du Feiyun's back suddenly tensed, and the feeling of stabbing on his back made a trace of a strong crisis in his heart.

What to do?

At this life-and-death juncture, the end of a moment's hesitation is death on the spot. Almost without hesitation, he subconsciously sacrificed his strongest defensive magic weapon.

A dark black light flickered suddenly, and the Nine Dragons Ding instantly appeared behind him, turning into a five-foot size, blocking the flame sword gang that shot from him in the light of the calcium carbide firelight.

Eighteen Flame Sword Gang suddenly stabbed fiercely on the Nine Dragons Ding with an irresistible momentum, and suddenly burst out with a humming sound that shook the heavens, and it was heard far away under the night, stirring among the mountains.

How strong the defense of Jiulong Ding was, Du Feiyun didn't know for the time being, but the eighteen sword gangs shattered into pieces one after another, but Jiulong Ding was unharmed, but was shocked and retreated a few feet away.

Although the Nine Dragons Ding was unable to block the attack of the Instant Killing Sword Technique, the Nine Dragons Ding was blasted several feet away by the terrifying energy burst out by the sword gang, and it immediately hit Du Feiyun's back uncontrollably.

Du Feiyun, who was riding the Golden Crowned Eagle and galloping forward, was unexpectedly hit on the back by Jiulong Ding, and immediately fell from the back of the Golden Crowned Eagle and fell towards the valley below.

At this time, he was at a height of more than sixty feet, and if he fell into the valley, he would definitely be smashed into a meatloaf. What's more, he was hit by Jiulong Ding, and his internal organs were suddenly shaken and churned, and a trace of blood gushed out of his throat.

The golden crown eagle was also shocked by the strong force that came to its body, and it screamed violently, and its wings flapped and vibrated rapidly, and it made an arc in the night, and then stabilized its body.

Immediately, the golden-crowned eagle screamed several times and flew into the distance, trying to escape.

After all, it is a spirit beast that has never experienced bloody battles, and once it encounters danger, it instinctively flapps its wings and escapes. However, he didn't stop running, but Du Feiyun fell downward, and if he didn't rescue him, he would have fallen into a pulp.

At the critical moment, Du Feiyun, who was in the air, held his breath tightly, his face instantly turned pale, and the inner yuan force of the body suddenly burst out, stopping the falling body vividly, and condensing the wings of the Gang Qi again.

The flame wings flapped rapidly, vibrating dozens of times in succession, before he stabilized his figure.

Then he flapped his wings and flew a distance of dozens of feet, and then returned to the back of the golden-crowned eagle.

Although he was not severely injured, his internal organs were shocked and he had to breathe as soon as possible to recover. Therefore, without hesitation, he took the golden crown eagle and fled as fast as he could. (To be continued.)