Yue Buqun flew eight hundred miles south, and his divine sense sensed that a large number of spiritual power fluctuations appeared in the east, so he turned a corner to the east, and flew out for another two hundred miles before slowly stopping.

The clouds in the sky in front of him rolled, gray and white, blue lightning flashed irregularly, white sword light crisscrossed and criss-crossed, and the clear sword light came and went invisibly......

From time to time, thunder roared, swords roared, and the dull sound of weapons crashing into each other.

Yue Buqun cautiously stopped his figure, and his divine sense scanned it.

Zhao Xuandan, Jiang Cheng, and Hong Zheng, the senior master of Dongji Island, are forming a triangle and beating Yang Fenglang in the center.

The entire battlefield was more than five hundred miles, and Yue Buqun's divine sense couldn't touch the edge, but it was enough to see Yang Fenglang's embarrassed appearance.

It is said that this old bastard is more than two hundred and fifty years old, and he is also one of the oldest qualified late stage cultivators in Changchun Island, and even several disciples of Changchun Daojun have to give him face.

Although there are not many years to live, he still acts in his own way, and this time he was finally calculated by Dongji Island.

It's not nice to say that the calculation is not good, but this bastard ran to the East Pole sphere of influence to kill people, and was killed by Europe, so he can only blame himself for being stupid.

Yue Buqun finally saw the appearance of the peak monk in the late stage of foundation building.

Zhao Xuandan commanded a flying sword, his face was solemn, there was no laziness when drinking and bragging, his eyes were calm, the flying sword was brilliant, but the attack was not hurried or slow.

The flying sword swam like a show, snaking to the attack position that everyone could see, and then walked away regardless of the stabbing blow.

It's a stunned way of playing.

But every time he went down with his sword, Yang Fenglang couldn't dodge, so he could only bite the bullet and fight hard, and the spiritual power he needed to use accounted for at least seventy percent of his output spiritual power.

Yue Buqun turned a few directions, seriously saw Chu Zhao Xuandan's attack, and after thinking about it for a while, he understood the subtlety of Zhao Xuandan's attack.

Every time he swords, he attacked the place where the other party must save, every time the handover of short soldiers, the flying sword carried a huge amount of spiritual power, and every time it collided with the opponent's flying sword, countless sparks of spiritual power were splashed, and the voice was extremely dull, and the idea of fighting was to consume a large amount of Yang Fenglang's spiritual power.

And Jiang Cheng is the other extreme.

He drove a flying knife, rotating around Yang Fenglang at high speed, the speed was nearly fifty percent faster than Zhi Yue Buqun's flying sword, the flying knife was not visible, only burying his head in stabbing, slashing, cutting, and competing with the other flying sword of the opponent's envoy for speed and skill.

Yue Buqun looked at it for a while, and after a while, he felt slightly dizzy.

The speed of the two sides was too fast, the angles changed too frequently, and the changes of various forces were irregular, and the attack speed was three points faster than when he was attacked just now.

Yue Buqun glanced at Jiang Cheng with some jealousy, he was able to keep up with Yang Fenglang's sword speed, which showed that Jiang Cheng was also a master of the same level, no wonder he felt that he was the most threatening, it turned out that it was not an illusion.

Jiang Cheng was consuming Yang Fenglang's divine sense.

The remaining one, Hong Zheng, seems to be playing soy sauce on the battlefield.

What he envoyed was a ring, the perimeter of the ring was sharp, and the inner circle was shining with a little flame, and it was not an ordinary spiritual weapon at first glance.

The ring wanders around, turning back and forth at will, moving irregularly, but the frequency of attacks is not high, and it retreats far away when it misses, looking cautious.

Yang Fenglang used a turtle shell with a big face to defend him, and he didn't dare to relax at all.

Hong Zheng is about twenty years younger than him, he can be regarded as his contemporary, and his strength realm is almost the same as him, even if he is one-on-one, he does not dare to say that he is better than the other party.

What's more, the three of them are still on it together.

Yang Fenglang knew that he was designed, but he did not have any remorse or resentment.

Cultivating to their realm, they can make any choice as they want, and once they make a decision, they will not regret it.

Even if it's wrong, stay the course.

On the path of cultivation, the wealth and land of the Dharma companions are the foundation and foundation, but those who can really go on are the most persevering and tenacious people.

Sticking to their choices and believing in themselves is the reason why they can go on.

Yang Fenglang knew that he couldn't go back, the three people who besieged him, one was a master with the same strength as his contemporaries, and the other two, although they were separated by an era, they were just as strong, one was not inferior to himself, and the other was a little immature, but he was not much worse than himself.

Ambushed by such three masters, where is there a way to live.

Yang Fenglang fought with Zhao Xuandan and Jiang Cheng on the other hand, and was vigilant against Hong Zheng at the same time.

It doesn't matter if you die, everyone has to die, even if you don't have today, you will die in a few decades.

Eighty years ago, he knew that he had no possibility of being promoted to Jindan, and he was dying step by step.

But death can't die in vain, you must pull a step on it to not lose!

Although the two young men attacked fiercely, they were actually extremely careful, and they were quick to think about them, and it was difficult for them to catch their flaws.

Hong Zheng is carefully looking for his weaknesses, but once he feels that he has found it, he will definitely go all out when he can kill himself with one blow.

When a person attacks with all his might, his defense will definitely deviate, and at that time, that is when he strikes at Hong Zheng.

Yue Buqun circled around the battlefield and found that more than a dozen masters were peeking at the battlefield from afar, and he did not hesitate to issue a warning at the moment to drive these people away.

It's not that Yue Buqun is a fox and a fake tiger, playing majestic in front of a monk in the middle and late stages of building a foundation.

However, no one dares to guarantee that among the monks watching the battle, there are no undercover agents from Changchun Island.

If someone comes like this at a critical time, helps Yang Fenglang open the encirclement and makes people run away, then he will regret it.

The battle was so fierce that at first glance, it was the great monks of the peak foundation building period who were fighting, and those onlookers who were warned were also afraid of being implicated, so they quietly retreated for hundreds of miles.

Just watch from afar, and can no longer intervene in the battlefield.

Yue Buqun emptied his surroundings and checked up and down again, making sure that no one was ambushed nearby, before returning to the edge of the battlefield, ready to find an opportunity to smack the old bastard.

Yue Buqun took out the Yuekong Sword, thought about it, put the Yuekong Sword back again, searched carefully in the ring, and found an extremely fast spirit weapon flying sword.

The strength of the opponent's divine consciousness far exceeded that of Yue Bu***, and the distance was almost about five hundred miles.

This was already the maximum distance that Yue Buqun's divine sense could reach, and it was far from being able to control the flying sword flexibly and freely.

But it doesn't matter, Yue Buqun is not fighting with the other party, he just wants to take the time to give the other party a blow, just send it and not receive it, and he can accurately attack it for five hundred miles.

Yue Buqun stood in the middle of Zhao Xuandan and Hong Zheng, staring at Yang Fenglang with his divine sense, and sacrificed the flying sword, the flying sword was shining, and from time to time it stabbed out, stabbing out for two or three hundred miles, and then taking it back.

Yang Fenglang had already known that this sword cultivator who killed his brother had also arrived, but now he had no strength left to teach the other party a lesson, seeing his bluff, he didn't dare to be unguarded, and divided a part of his divine sense, alerting to Yue Buqun's possible attack.

Zhao Xuandan knew that Yue Buqun was dividing the other party's mind, and felt that there was no need, in case that old bastard knew that he would die, and pulled you Yue Taihua with him, where could Yue Taihua escape.

Thinking about it, he left a mind and helped Yue Buqun to be secretly vigilant.

Yang Fenglang was distracted, and the three people present could feel it.

Hong Zheng nodded secretly, Zhao Xuandan, this little brother, is a talent!

Just pretending to be a good person, so that the other party has to be distracted.