Thank you very much for the renewal tickets of the two friends of [Sword Dance Tilting] and [Haoshun Logistics].

Since the two friends smashed the 1W2,000-word update ticket, then Xiao He will go out of his way today, and today is 4 more!

This is the first watch, there are two more watches in the afternoon, and one watch at seven o'clock in the evening.

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As one of the five true disciples who led the team in this mission, Wu Tianchen must preside over the overall situation and shoulder the lives and safety of thousands of disciples. If he insists on going his own way and burying the thousands of disciples on the mountain peak here, he will definitely be punished heavily when he returns to the sect.

Therefore, seeing that the situation was critical, he also disregarded his face and self-esteem, and ordered the disciples of the Liuyun Sect to retreat.

However, just as he was wielding the golden giant sword to cover and help the remnants of the dozens of inner disciples retreat, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure.

It was a young monk in a black robe, holding a crimson magic sword in his hand, and his body moved around the six female disciples, slashing one demon after another from time to time.

Du Feiyun!

In an instant, Wu Qianchen recognized the identity of this young disciple, and the corners of his eyes twitched fiercely, and a trace of hatred emerged.

Wang Cheng is his favorite little cousin, and he has always been carefully cultivated by him, but he was killed by Du Feiyun with a sword. Moreover, Du Feiyun actually challenged the majesty of his true disciple in public, and challenged him without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

In his heart, Wu Qianchen couldn't wait to pinch Du Feiyun to death in order to avenge his cousin Wang Cheng. At the same time, he also vented his own anger, showing the majesty of the true disciples, and intimidating the disciples in the sect, so that they knew that the majesty of the true disciples should not be offended.

It's a pity that he was too arrogant and thought very highly of himself, and was provoked by Du Feiyun in public, so he agreed to his challenge. Now, it can be regarded as a cocoon, and for at least five years, Du Feiyun cannot be killed in public.

In that case, he will inevitably be branded with a reputation as a bully and despicable. Originally, there was fierce competition between the dozen or so True Transmission disciples who were vying for the position of the head of the family, and if this reputation spread, he would inevitably be excluded from the competition.

In his eyes, Du Feiyun is just a humble ant, and he can be slapped to death with a flip of his hand. He cares more about his reputation, his prestige in the door, and the glimmer of hope in the race for the top spot.

Therefore, in order not to tarnish his reputation, he will not kill Du Feiyun within five years. Because, killing Du Feiyun couldn't be easier, but it would affect his plan to compete for the position of the head of the house, and the gains outweighed the losses.

However, now, the opportunity has come, and a God-given opportunity is in front of him!

The moment he saw Du Feiyun appear on the top of the mountain, Wu Tianchen sneered in his heart. "Damn reptile, you only have five years to live, you don't stay in the sect and enjoy the last time of your life, you actually run out and jump without knowing whether you are alive or dead, you are really ignorant and ignorant!"

"I don't want to kill you, it will dirty my hands and my reputation. However, if you are killed by the demons and die in a chaotic battle, then you can only blame yourself for being ignorant and unlucky, and it has nothing to do with my dance. ”

A sneer appeared on the corner of Wu Qianchen's mouth, and he looked at Du Feiyun coldly with his eyes, then flapped his wings, changed the direction of retreat, and flew towards Du Feiyun.

Behind him, the Demon King Duanyang was roaring and flying over again, taking several Demon King powerhouses to attack and kill Wu Tianchen. Looking at the momentum, Duanyang made up his mind to pursue while he was victorious, and he was bound to kill Wu Qianchen here.

At this time, Wu Qianchen was only concerned about escaping, and rushed towards Du Feiyun's side, looking at the hasty appearance, it seemed that he was really invincible to Duanyang's attack, and he looked defeated.

It's just that his calm face and a sneer on the corner of his mouth show that his defeat at this time is just a feint.

From the moment he reached the top of the mountain, Du Feiyun had been paying attention to Wu Qianchen's movements, and at the same time, he was secretly speculating and analyzing his true strength through his fight with the Demon King Duanyang.

However, the hundreds of inner disciples who followed Wu Tianchen to explore the path first fell into the siege of the demon soldiers at this time, and they were quickly killed and wounded.

As fellow disciples, they naturally wanted to rescue, so Ning Xuewei and the five female disciples all rushed to the square with murderous spirits, trying their best to rescue those inner disciples who were besieged.

Du Feiyun naturally followed Ning Xuewei and the six of them, wandering around them, and they also had a good understanding and support for each other. The seven of them were all masters in the late stage of qi refining, and the strength of Du Feiyun and Ning Xuewei was even more outstanding, so they would quickly open a bloody path and rush to the front. ,

Ning Xuewei and the six of them used the Hidden Ice Sword Array, and Du Feiyun traveled to help, within ten zhang of his body, but if the demons approached, he was either killed or injured, which was naturally eye-catching. Seeing this scene, many demon soldiers immediately turned to the seven people to besiege them, and Du Feiyun and the others suddenly became under pressure.

This is not what made Du Feiyun angry the most, what made him even more angry was that the moment he raised his head, he found that Wu Tianchen, who was originally retreating towards the southwest, turned to the southeast and flew over.

At this time, Wu Qianchen had already flown less than thirty zhang in front of him, and behind him, six or seven demon king powerhouses were also chasing after him, and they were bursting out with earth-shattering blood-colored brilliance, slashing down fiercely.

Wu Qianchen had been retreating to the southwest before, but at this time, he actually changed direction and flew straight towards him. Looking at the demon king powerhouse chasing behind Wu Qianchen, in just an instant, Du Feiyun understood that this bastard was playing tricks!

"Wu Qianchen, you fucking bastard!" At this moment, Du Feiyun's heart was full of anger, he gritted his teeth and scolded in a low voice, hating in his heart.

Wu Qianchen is undoubtedly borrowing a knife to kill people, his own strength is strong, and he has a magic weapon to protect himself, so he will definitely be able to escape safely. However, Du Feiyun and Ning Xuewei will inevitably die under the sword of the demon king.

Ning Xuewei, who was fighting fiercely, also raised her head and found that the situation was not good. The eyes of several female disciples flashed with panic and worry.

Their strength is not fake, and their combined attack formation is also very strong. Even, any cultivator below the Innate Stage realm could not resist their combined attack.

All of this is based on the condition that the enemy's strength has not reached the innate stage, and at this time, there are six or seven demon king powerhouses rushing from dozens of zhang away, each of whom has the strength of the middle innate stage.

Under the attack of six or seven mid-innate powerhouses, the six of them in the late stage of Qi refining did not have any resistance at all, and they were all about to be wiped out in an instant.

At this moment, Ning Xuewei also had a trace of coldness flashing in her eyes, her face was extremely gloomy, and she decisively ordered to retreat. The six female disciples withdrew from the Hidden Ice Sword Formation at the same time in an instant, avoiding the demons who were fighting and fighting, and retreated with all their might.

However, how could their speed be compared to the powerhouses of the innate stage?

Wu Tianchen instantly flew above everyone's heads, flapping his golden wings, bringing up a flash of golden brilliance, and flying towards the bottom of the mountain.

Followed by six or seven demon king powerhouses, led by the demon king Duanyang, behind him, the six demon kings fanned out and followed him.

"Dance and take your life!"

Duanyang shouted, the purple wings behind him suddenly increased by three points, the speed increased by three percent again, and the spear in his hand burst out with bloody red brilliance, instantly stabbing out hundreds of spears, stabbing towards Wu Tianchen fiercely.

The six demon king powerhouses also shouted angrily in unison, and the long knives and giant swords in their hands were raised high, turning into blood-red light several zhang long, and with a terrifying momentum that opened the world, they slashed down towards Wu Tianchen.

The corners of Wu Qianchen's mouth hooked up a smile, and he continued to fly forward without looking back, the golden wings soared, and the speed increased again. At the same time, just in case, a black pagoda suddenly appeared behind him, enveloping him.

In this way, Wu Qianchen's speed increased sharply, and with the support of the black pagoda, he was naturally safe and secure, and he escaped from danger in an instant.

The attack of the seven demon kings suddenly failed, and they failed to attack Wu Qianchen, but they continued to slash towards the square below.

Below them, it was Ning Xuewei and the others who were retreating with all their might, and the six or seven huge blood-red rays of light were smashing down from the top of their heads.

There is no need to doubt the strength of the Demon King's powerhouses, let alone guess how powerful the attacks they send out with all their strength are.

There is no doubt that once these six or seven attacks fall on Ning Xuewei's six people, they will inevitably be wiped out, and their bones will be gone.

Ning Xuewei knew this truth, the five female disciples also knew the Dao, and Du Feiyun knew it even better.

However, they couldn't do anything, their strength was not enough to resist, their speed was not enough to escape, they could only watch as the blood-colored brilliance magnified in front of their eyes and descended in an instant.

At this moment, a trace of determination flashed in Du Feiyun's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and made a decision in his heart.

I saw that he was originally following Ning Xuewei's side, retreating and escaping with the six female disciples. At this time, he was holding the sword trick in his left hand, and the crimson magic sword in his right hand suddenly turned into a sword that was a zhang long. ,

Then, with the magic sword in his right hand, he slashed out sharply and slashed towards Ning Xuewei and the others.

The crimson sword slashed behind Ning Xuewei and the others in an instant, and then the sword suddenly stood up, changing from horizontal slashing to horizontal slapping, carrying a huge amount of force, and slapped on Ning Xuewei and the others.

"Feiyun, you ......" In an instant, Ning Xuewei noticed that the situation was different, and asked in surprise, but it was too late.

Before she finished speaking, she only felt a huge force coming from her back, and her body was suddenly involuntarily slapped out of the air, and her speed suddenly doubled, flying towards the bottom of the mountain.

The same thing happened to her, and the other five female disciples were the same, and the moment they were puzzled, they were slapped out of the mountain by Du Feiyun's sword, and they flew down the mountain as fast as lightning.

If they were to say before, they still wondered why Du Feiyun did this. When they noticed that the huge force hit their backs, but it was very soft, and it did not hurt them, a trace of realization suddenly appeared in their hearts, and suddenly they were full of warmth.

At that moment, although their bodies flew down the mountain like lightning, they all turned their heads in unison, their eyes were complicated, and they looked at Du Feiyun with a sad expression.

It's just that all that catches his eye is Du Feiyun's back and the blood-colored knife light that descends on his head.

Not wide enough, not tall enough, and not even majestic back, but under the blood-red brilliance in the sky, it is so shocking, so strong, and worrying.

"Feiyun ......"

The few female disciples who exclaimed in surprise were all pale and their eyes were full of despair. Only watching, the blood-colored sword light drowned Du Feiyun's figure in it.