The speed of the white sword qi was extremely fast.

At the moment when Pan Feiyu shouted the word "chop", the white sword qi had already whistled down, and the storm surrounding Su Wang and Pan Feiyu was instantly shattered by the sword qi, not only did the storm disappear, but also the surrounding wind and sand all stagnated, and the wind and sand stopped within a radius of a hundred zhang.

And the white sword qi didn't seem to be directly slashing at the black-faced man, but the black-faced man felt a fatal crisis, the sword wind blew his face and hurt, the black-faced man hurriedly made a move of the howling wolf demon knife, and the howling wolf demon knife immediately became green and bright, soaring to the size of six zhang, tightly blocking the front of the black-faced man.

The "boom" sound was loud, and it lasted for more than ten breaths.

The sand dunes below are like a turbulent sea, the black sand and soil are tumbling violently, and with the loud noise, a large area of black sand is stirred up, and the black sand rises to the sky, reaching up to a hundred zhang, and the black sand in the sky completely covers the figures of Su Wang, Pan Feiyu and the black-faced man in it.

There were only loud noises, and the astonishing sword qi, white sword light, and green sword light penetrated through the heavy black sand, telling the monks who were watching around how fierce and thrilling the fighting method inside was.

The sound and light disappeared, and the black sand fell, and at this time, everyone was surprised to find that the sand dunes below Su Wang and the other three had turned from a bulging sand mountain into a sand pit more than 100 zhang deep and wide, and in mid-air, Su Wang and Pan Feiyu were confronting each other with the black-faced man.

Pan Feiyu flew close to Su Wang, took out a crystal clear mellow pill, handed it to Su Wang, and said, "Yun Daoyou, from now on, you are my friend Pan Feiyu! Please take this Qinghe Pill quickly, heal your wounds, and then hand it over to me!"

Pan Feiyu held the Zhaohui sword, and when he spoke, he was full of pride, Su Wang's face remained unchanged, but in fact, his heart was warm.

Qinghe Pill, the main medicine is a rare Qinghe spirit fruit, plus more than 100 kinds of elixirs of more than 300 years, which can be refined by a monk at or above the level of an alchemy master for a full month before it can be opened into a pill.

Su Wang knew very well that the Qinghe Pill, even in Qingqi Gate, which is famous for its alchemy, was a rare treasure pill, and it was generally only possessed by monks who had cultivated above the Great Perfection of the Foundation, but Pan Feiyu gave this pill to Su Wang without hesitation.

Su Wang just smiled and didn't speak, at this moment, his hands were completely empty, and his spiritual sense was rolled, and he was about to send the Qinghe Pill into his mouth, and the Qinghe Pill melted in his mouth, and then a powerful medicinal power spread out in the body, almost breaking out of the body, and the ten thousand sword was at his feet, Su Wang hurriedly meditated and exercised.

The black-faced man looked a little embarrassed, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his face was shocked and angry, the howling wolf demon knife had returned to its normal size, and the green light emitted was also a little dim, and fortunately, with the help of the howling wolf demon knife, the black-faced man could barely take the amazing white sword qi.

The black-faced man had never thought that with his strong cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Demon Body, he would be injured one after another by two Qingguo monks who were only in the early stage of foundation building, and he would still be injured after performing the beast transformation, if it had been before, the black-faced man would not have believed it.

With his eyes spitting fire, the black-faced man stared at Pan Feiyu, who was still a little out of breath at the moment, and shouted loudly: "You two white-faced boys have completely angered Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu must let your bones be gone!"

As soon as the black-faced man finished speaking, there was a spiritual light shining on his body, and the howling wolf demon knife once again burst into green light, soaring to the size of six zhang, exuding a cold sword light, and the demonic energy rolled like waves.

The howling wolf demon knife flew up, and at the moment when it was about to be slashed out, at this moment, behind the black-faced man, there was a fiery red sword light, carrying a scorching red flame, and it stabbed at the black-faced man's red heart silently, and the timing was extremely good.

However, although the speed of the fiery red sword light attack was fast, the spiritual sense of the black-faced man was also very powerful, and the moment the fiery red sword light was about to fly closer, the black-faced man shouted angrily, and his figure was blurred, and he had already dodged the attack of the fiery red sword light.

At the same time, the black-faced man did not recall the Howling Wolf Demon Knife, and the Howling Wolf Demon Knife still slashed rapidly towards Pan Feiyu, who was not far from the opposite side.

With a "boom", there was a loud bang in mid-air, and sparks scattered in all directions.

The fiery red sword light failed to attack, and immediately flew back upside down, and the sword light dispersed, it was the Burning Silence Sword, and the Burning Silence Sword flew around a young man with a lonely and cold face, and it was Zhao Wei.

Zhao Wei had already flown close to this side, but he had been flying with his sword on the side, and he didn't make a move, because Zhao Wei didn't disdain to join forces with anyone, even if it was in the face of an enemy with stronger cultivation strength, Zhao Wei's heart was arrogant.

At this time, Zhao Wei's attack was not because Su Wang and Pan Feiyu were still at a disadvantage and their lives were in danger, but because the fighting method here was too big, attracting the attention of many monks, and many of them were full of worship and awe.

These eyes, in Zhao Wei's heart, should all belong to him.

So Zhao Wei made a move, when Su Wang and Pan Feiyu were completely at a disadvantage, as long as Zhao Wei could seriously injure or even kill the black-faced man, then these eyes of worship and awe would all gather on Zhao Wei's body.

"Boom boom", in mid-air, there were more than a dozen shocks in succession, the white sword light and the green sword light flashed alternately, Pan Feiyu did not hard connect the Howling Wolf Demon Knife, but flew on the side, and slashed out the sword qi and sword light one after another, making the Howling Wolf Demon Knife neither hit nor slash.

The black-faced man dodged Zhao Wei's attack, but his heart was slightly hot, but he was injured by the flame heat emitted by the Burning Silence Sword, although it was not worth mentioning, but the black-faced man was extremely angry.

The black-faced man turned his head to look at Zhao Wei and scolded angrily: "You are a turtle grandson! You are a hateful white-faced boy again! Lao Tzu hates the white-faced boy the most now!"

Listening to the words of the black-faced man, it seems that he has already known Zhao Wei, in fact, before this, the black-faced man did meet Zhao Wei a few times, although Zhao Wei's strength is not weak, but in the eyes of the black-faced man, it is not enough to see, but Zhao Wei's fire attribute exercises and the flames released by the Burning Silence Sword are indeed powerful.

And before, Zhao Wei never fought hard against the black-faced man, he always fought and retreated, leading the black-faced man to other places, either there was a formation, or there were other masters who cultivated above the late stage of foundation building, and when the black-faced man was entangled, Zhao Wei would take the opportunity to fly away.

Therefore, the black-faced man was also deeply impressed by Zhao Wei, and he hated it so much.

"Whew!" the black-faced man suddenly raised his head and howled, and his body shone brightly.

Below the black-faced man, the sand rolled, and in an instant, the sand condensed and transformed into black arrows, more than a thousand or hundreds of them.

The black-faced man's spiritual sense moved, and the Howling Wolf Demon Knife continued to slash at Pan Feiyu, and a thousand black sand arrows shot at Zhao Wei in unison.

And the remaining hundreds of sand arrows were shot at Su Wang on the other side.