A spirit boat flew to Yunwu Mountain and arrived above the ring, Fang Qingya saw Qin Cang who fell in the ring, and her face instantly lost blood.

She fell into the ring, just quietly looking at Qin Cang's corpse, her hands clenched tightly, her nails sunk into her palms, oozing blood, her lips trembled slightly, but she didn't cry.

"Sister Qingya. Ziyue looked up and saw Fang Qingya, crying and throwing herself into her arms, Fang Qingya didn't react, her eyes were still staring at Qin Cang's corpse, as if she had lost her focus and lost her soul.

The Sword Sect saw Fang Qingya fall in the ring, and suddenly one person jumped up, Ziyue was there, no one dared to do anything with her, that was because they were afraid of Chen Feng, but the others were in the ring, if no one had beaten them down, it would be a dereliction of duty.

It was still Chen Feng's subordinates who jumped into the ring, since the death of the Jade in the Snow, everyone in the Sword Sect fell into a strange calm, the Jade in the Snow died, no one in the Sword Sect was sad for him, most of the disciples of the Sword Sect showed happiness in their eyes, and the rest also felt a sense of relief.

Ziyue saw someone coming to the stage, she ran over and picked up Qin Cang's long sword, pointing at the robbery immortal who came to the stage, she only had the realm of life, but she did not have the slightest fear, the moment the person she loved died, she had already sprouted the will to die.

"Purple Moon girl, you are not a disciple of the Qin Sect, let's go down. "Naturally, it is impossible for this immortal to really make a move with Ziyue, and he persuaded in a gentle voice.

"I am, from the moment I was born, I have been, although I am just a flower spirit, but I am also a diehard loyalist of the Qin Sect, don't you want to remove the Qin Sect, come on, step on my corpse, I am not dead, the Qin Sect is not dead. Purple Moon roared with all her might.

This robbing immortal was helpless, but he didn't really make a move with Ziyue, Ziyue was just taking her life, and it would not be difficult to bypass her and kill Fang Qingya.

He dodged, bypassed Ziyue, and the blade of the sword stabbed directly into Fang Qingya's throat, facing Fang Qingya, he didn't have the slightest pity for the jade, he just needed to ensure that there were no Qin Sect disciples in the ring except Ziyue, so that he could explain to Chen Feng.

Fang Qingya didn't move, she didn't even look at the immortal, from beginning to end, her eyes were always looking at Qin Cang's corpse, allowing the long sword to stab her throat, he was dead, why should she live.

A flash of gunfire flashed, and with a bang, the immortal exploded and turned into a blood mist in the sky, and the blood mist converged above his head, forming a blood cloud with a strange red light.

Ye Ling's face was expressionless, he put away his gun and stood in front of Fang Qingya, looking coldly at the direction where everyone in the Sword Sect was.

The purpose of his coming to Qin Sect was not to listen to Ziyue's mesmerization, but to listen to Qin Cang's Soul Breaker, but unfortunately, it seemed to come a little late, and Qin Cang's body was already cold.

Ye Ling killed this immortal in seconds, but he did not deter the Sword Sect, another person flew onto the stage, Ye Ling's body disappeared suddenly, and flashed in front of him in an instant, the spear pierced without any fancy, penetrating this person's chest without any obstacles.

With a slight twist of the spear and sword, the man's body also exploded, turning into a blood mist in the sky, converging into the blood cloud above his head.

Someone from the Sword Sect frowned, this time, a total of seven people flew into the ring at the same time, surrounding Ye Ling in the middle.

Ye Ling stomped his feet suddenly, and when the ring trembled, he had disappeared out of thin air, and the entire ring was instantly covered by heavy gun shadows, and after a few breaths, everything was calm, and Ye Ling still stood in the center of the ring with an expressionless face.

The seven people also looked like they had just flown into the ring, and the next moment, bang, bang, seven explosions in a row, and the seven immortals became part of the blood cloud above his head.

Xu is tremor in the ring woke up Fang Qingya, she walked to Qin Cang's corpse step by step, slowly squatted down, stroked Qin Cang's cheek, and a crystal teardrop fell and fell on Qin Cang's lips.

"Senior brother, I'm back. Fang Qingya whispered softly, she took out a silk handkerchief, and gently wiped the blood from the corner of Qin Cang's mouth, her movements were gentle and meticulous, although there were tears falling from her eyes, there was a smile on her face.

...... Heart-wrenching laughter!

Ye Ling once again wiped out the seven robbers almost instantly, and the Sword Sect's side suddenly fell into a death-like silence, and after a long time, an extremely powerful aura emerged from the Sword Sect, and everyone in the Sword Sect involuntarily separated the two sides.

A figure moved slowly, walking towards the ring, Chen Feng, he had already been there in person, but he had been hidden behind the scenes, and he did not appear, his realm was no longer the eighth turn of the immortal robbery, but the peak of the immortal cultivation world, the nine turns of the immortal robbery!

Ye Ling noticed the powerful aura emanating from Chen Feng, his brows jumped slightly, he turned his head and glanced at Fang Qingya, Nine Turns of Immortal Robbery, he was not an opponent.

There was only Qin Cang in Fang Qingya's eyes, even if Chen Feng's powerful momentum enveloped the entire ring, she was a small god mirror, as if she had not been affected in the slightest, and still gently and meticulously wiped the blood stains on Qin Cang's face.

Ye Ling sighed in his heart, his gaze turned to Chen Feng, and gradually became firm, and his battle intent began to condense until he formed a storming machine, which was in line with Chen Feng's momentum.

"If you leave now, it's still too late. Chen Feng knew Ye Ling's identity and didn't want to kill Ye Ling.

Although he has broken away from the Flying Immortal Dynasty, he was once a member of the Flying Immortal Dynasty after all, if he kills the Divine Son, he doesn't know if he will anger the lord of the god realm who is high above, if he causes the lord of the god realm to be angry, he will have the means to reach the sky, and he will not have any strength to resist.

Ye Ling didn't recognize him, even if he did, he wouldn't leave, all he cared about was his own heart, he had already decided to fight, how could he leave easily, if he really went against his heart and left timidly, then his state of mind would probably leave flaws forever, and he would never be able to complete it.

"It's just nine turns of robbery immortals, why not be afraid of a battle!" Ye Ling's battle intent was Lingtian, and the spear danced, forming a continuous spear shadow, and the spear shadow converged and closed, forming a dazzling purple light.

The purple light suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, it had already appeared in front of Chen Feng's chest, penetrating through Chen Feng's chest, but there was no texture of a spear entering the flesh.

Chen Feng's figure slowly dissipated, and what remained in place was no longer the real body, but only an afterimage.

Boom, an extremely strong coercion came to him, almost imprisoning Ye Ling, Ye Ling disappeared on the spot, getting rid of the power of imprisonment, purple light suddenly flashed in all directions, and the entire ring turned into a sea of purple in an instant.

Bang bang bang, after countless explosions, the ring returned to calm.

Fang Qingya and Ziyue were not affected in the slightest, both parties consciously avoided the place where the two of them were, Ye Ling needless to say, he was fighting to protect Fang Qingya, Chen Feng liked Ziyue, and it was impossible to hurt her.

Chen Feng slowly withdrew his hand, looked at Ye Ling calmly and said, "Give you another chance, let's leave." ”

There was blood flowing slightly from the corner of Ye Ling's mouth, he stretched out his hand, slowly wiped off the blood, raised the spear flat, and the blood cloud above his head turned into countless blood-colored threads, submerging into his body.