Now that the realm is crushing Yizhu, he naturally wants to get back his lost face.

It's a pity that Wen Jian is still too confident, and Yizhu is standing there quietly at this moment, his expression is very calm, as if nothing has happened.

"This kid has wasted the good resources used on him, and if he has to come here to die, he still wants to use his momentum to deter Senior Brother Yi with his cultivation in the Jindan Realm, which is really not ordinary funny. Yitang looked at the murderous Sword with a sympathetic expression, and at the same time thought in his heart that if this kid saw how Senior Brother Yi killed the Distraction Realm cultivator, I don't know if he could be so arrogant.

Not to mention Yizhu, at this moment, even the wind flying around Yitang doesn't take Jian Jian in his eyes at all, and it seems that he is not even qualified to be his opponent.

"This kid is probably crazy, and he wants to regain his confidence and dignity from Brother Yi. At this moment, even Feng Feixiang couldn't help but sigh.

He used to think that even if his strength couldn't crush Yizhu after breaking through the Jindan Realm, he wouldn't necessarily lose against him, but after the incident of the xenomorph corpse just now, he realized that his idea was simply wrong. Even if there is flame suppression, with Yizhu's strange body method in so many corpse monsters in the tribulation period shuttle back and forth, if he was killed earlier, and when those corpse monsters attack Yizhu's body, they can resist hundreds of attacks by corpse monsters, which is enough to prove that Yizhu's body and himself must be simply one heaven and one place, if he wants to fight with this person, even if he stands still, he can't break through his defense, this is everything that Feng Feixiang feels in his heart.

At the same time, Wen Jian saw that Yizhu's expression had not changed at the moment, and he didn't even take a breath of air, so he couldn't help frowning, and said with some surprise: "It's not bad to be able to withstand the oppression of my divine sense!"

In his tone, Wen Jian's expression was full of arrogance, as if an elder was instructing a junior.

"I don't know if I can stop it with all my might?" asked Jian Jian with a gritty smile, he was really confident.

Hearing the words of the sword, Yizhu was almost laughed angrily, not to mention that the divine consciousness of a small Jindan realm monk of yours is suppressed, even if the divine consciousness of a monk in the tribulation period will not easily defeat himself, this kid is not only inflated, but even has no one in his eyes, Yizhu smiled slightly, and looked at the sword in front of him lightly.

Seeing this scene, Wen Jian's face was full of disdain, he looked down on Lao Tzu, and immediately made you cry. As the words fell, the aura around the sword instantly doubled, and a huge divine sense power instantly attacked Yizhu.

After doing all this, Wen Jian looked at Yizhu with a smile on his face, waiting to see him begging for mercy in pain.

But soon, the smile on Wen Jian's face froze there, because Yizhu was like a thousand-year-old pine, standing proudly under the divine power, not moving at all.

You know, this is all your own strength, even if you are at the same level, you should have a little reaction, you can't be so easy to read, right?

But at this moment, Yizhu's appearance was obviously very relaxed, as if this divine consciousness power did not act on Yizhu's body.

"Bastard!"

Wen Jian gritted his teeth, the smile on his face was gone, replaced by indifference and ruthlessness, and the momentum on his body swept towards Yizhu's body like a tide.

He didn't believe that Yizhu, a small Jindan in the early stage, was able to block all his strength.

After a while, many monks walked over slowly, and at the same time, many monks were shocked by the momentum on the sword, and many of them looked sideways, their faces full of surprise.

"Isn't this person the cousin of the Asking Heart, 'Asking Sword', who is he fighting with?" someone in the crowd exclaimed, looking at the eyes of the Asking Sword full of awe, in this continent, as long as it involves the disciples of the first-class sects, there will be an invisible pressure on other small sects.

"Who is that person, why does he look so familiar," someone looked at Yizhu and said slowly.

After a while, there were more and more monks watching, and there were two old men dressed in white, looking at Yizhu with angry faces. His expression was full of murder!

"Impossible! You can't be so strong!" Qian Jian exclaimed, and at the same time looked at Yizhu's gaze full of disbelief, all his divine sense power, Yizhu was still unmoving.

My realm is higher than yours, even if it is not as good as Jindan Dacheng, it is not much different, and even Yizhu, who has just entered the Jindan realm, can't be shaken back, how is this possible?

At this moment, in the heart of the sword, a sense of frustration and powerlessness was set off again!

"Have you had enough?" At this time, Yizhu suddenly spit out a sentence faintly.

Have you had enough?

As soon as these words came out, the crowd looked at Yizhu with a stunned face, this kid is really not ordinary arrogance, he even dares to tease and ask the sword, don't you know that offending the 'Spirit Sword Dao Sect' is offending the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect'? At that time, the elder man who alarmed the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect' can completely kill this son with just a move of his fingers!

At this moment, only Wen Jian knows that if he wants to kill Yizhu, he may not be able to do it, unless. The moment the sword was stunned!

"It's my turn now?" Yizhu smiled and spat out a sentence, and the next moment, an incomparably terrifying strange power surged out, heading straight for the heart of the sword.

This power shot directly out of Yizhu's eyes, and even he himself was startled.

"Ah" A pig-like roar sounded, and I saw Wen Jian hug his head and cry, and fell directly into the ground, and then quickly collided.

The crowd looked inexplicable, but some seemed to understand what was happening.

"This isn't a divine sense attack, what shot out of his eyes just now!" someone secretly spoke, thinking of the two black lights that shot out of Yizhu's eyes just now, what was that?

Not to mention that others can't see that they are confused, even Yizhu himself is very surprised, and he hasn't come back to his senses for a long time.

But although I don't know what it is, it's very useful, just look at the fool at your feet to know the effect. Yizhu secretly rejoiced in his heart.

For a while, the screams continued endlessly, resounding through the void, and the eyes of the surrounding monks looking at Yizhu were full of awe, they didn't expect this son to be able to exert such a strange power.

Seeing this scene, the two white-robed old men just now were also surprised in their hearts, although the realm of both of them was above Yuanying, but in the face of the strange force just now, he had no certainty of confrontation.

Who the hell is this kid, is he too strong, he belongs to that sect, and there doesn't seem to be this kid in the sect with a bit of fame, right? Countless monks looked at Yizhu with a surprised expression, obviously the monks gathered here were all foreign monks who had not participated in the Lingwu Xuantian Society, of course they didn't know who Yizhu was.

After half a sound, the sword no longer had any strength, and the whole person curled up on the ground, looking at Yizhu tremblingly, the pain that had just entered the soul was more painful than the physical body.

"You said that killing me is like killing a chicken? I didn't go to you for trouble, but you came to me, how embarrassing is it? How good it is to stay in your 'Spirit Sword Dao Sect' and be your senior brother, you have to run away to bring humiliation on yourself!" Yizhu walked unhurriedly to the sword and said with an indifferent expression.

What Wen Jian said, Xiao Fan directly returned it at this moment, and at the same time humiliated himself again, making Wen Jian's face extremely dark.

"Bastard, you used evil magic, and the move you just used wasn't a decent move at all?"

"As long as I can defeat you, you don't care what I use, and if you have the ability, you can use one. Yizhu laughed and his tone was very flat, he didn't even pay attention to the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect', not to mention this little questioning sword, Yizhu naturally had nothing to fear.

Then he smiled coldly and said, "You are not a little weaker than your conscience, just rely on your cultivation or go back to retreat for a hundred and eighty years, at this moment I feel that it will be more interesting not to kill you and let you live in shame." ”

With that, Yizhu slowly turned around and left, for some reason, he didn't have any interest in Wen Jian, recalling, except for the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect', he didn't seem to have any hatred with Wen Jian and Wen Xin.

And Yizhu also knows that asking Baishuang is very fond of this son, if he blindly kills him, there will be a lot of trouble in the future, unless he can cut the grass and eradicate the roots, otherwise the tragedy will happen again, and in the end, it will only be Xuanling Sect that will be affected.

After figuring it out, Yizhu did not hesitate and walked towards Yitang and the two with a smile on his face.

Seeing Yizhu leaving, for some reason, Wen Jian suddenly felt lost, is he really useless, why do you say that you are weaker than your conscience?

Suddenly, Qian Jian roared at Yizhu's back, "Why don't you kill me, you bastard?"

"I'm not interested, and you're not qualified, if it's a conscience, it's pretty much the same. Yi Zhu waved his hand without replying.

"Not interested? No qualifications? It's a conscience again, why do you only have a conscience in your eyes, no!" Wen Jian widened his eyes, as if he had lost his soul, he had always been like a prince in his own sect, and his qualifications were praised by countless people, but at this moment in Yizhu's eyes, he didn't even have the qualifications to die, how could he stand such humiliation.

Suddenly, Wen Jian's eyes suddenly turned red, and he burst out with all his strength, and rushed towards Yizhu to kill.

The speed of the sword was very fast, and the long sword in his hand was even faster, stabbing directly at Yizhu's heart, and the whole person looked very crazy.

"Senior Brother Yi, be careful!" Yiyu in the distance suddenly shouted, and at the same time, his body rushed forward without hesitation.

"Poof!"

With a crisp sound, Yiyu suddenly stopped his figure and looked ahead with a frown.

When Wenjian's long sword was about to approach Yizhu, Yizhu's speed was faster, and his backhand was a knife, instantly cutting off one of Wenjian's arms.

Suddenly, Wen Jian's body froze there, blood spit out from his mouth, his red eyes slowly spread, a smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Now I'm qualified, right?"

"If you want to die, just tell me, there's no need to be so troublesome. Yizhu's expression has always been very indifferent, in his eyes, Wen Jian is at most just a person with strong self-esteem and a little conceit.

He has never regarded Wen Jian as an opponent, and he has never thought of treating him as an opponent, as Yizhu said, Wen Jian is really not qualified, and in the face of this Yizhu, he can't even mention a little battle intent, and even his blood seems very calm.

Don't talk about asking the sword, if you don't brush the yin tricks, even if you ask the heart, Yizhu doesn't pay attention to it.

It's not that Yizhu is conceited, as the apprentice of the two great gods of Tu Tianshen and Yunye, he has the strongest exercises and the strongest body method, his opponent is no longer a monk of the same age in the Purple Cloud Continent, even if the top monks of other continents can mention his interest, it is not certain.

Wen Jian was slightly stunned, he stared at Yizhu's eyes, from Yizhu's eyes, he only saw indifference, and there was no other emotion.

Originally, he thought that he could see a trace of joy in Yizhu's eyes to kill him, and in this way, he could also prove that he was a powerful opponent.

It's a pity that no, Yizhu's eyes are unwavering, and killing him is as simple as eating and drinking, without any waves.

Just as Wen Jian was looking dead, two figures suddenly attacked Yizhu.

Feeling the two breaths that suddenly attacked, the corners of Yizhu's mouth curled slightly, and he secretly said in his heart: "This is a little interesting." ”

At the same time as the words fell, Yizhu's body quickly retreated backwards.

I saw the figures of two white-robed old men instantly appear beside Wen Jian, glared at Yizhu coldly, and then turned around and ran away without saying a word.

At the moment of running out, everyone's ears kept hearing the heart-rending cry of Wen Jian.

"No, you don't save me, let me die, or let him die, he lives, what's the point of me living, Yizhu, you bastard, sooner or later, I'll come back to you. The voice disappeared little by little, and the three white figures slowly disappeared from everyone's eyes.

Looking at the three figures that were gradually moving away, Yizhu sighed slightly: "I thought I was going to fight with me, but I didn't expect to run away just after I came, it's really boring." ”

As the words fell, Yizhu turned around and walked towards Yiyu and Feng Feixiang.

Seeing Yizhu's disappointed look, Yitang couldn't help but ask, "Senior Brother Yi, how do I feel that you have a feeling of unfinished business, could it be that you still want to fight with those two elders." ”

After saying that, Yizhu smiled without saying a word, and at the same time turned his head to look at the sea of flame bones in the distance.

At this moment, almost all of the monks who were watching the battle were dumbfounded, secretly wondering who this son was.

"This kid is too crazy, that's a cousin with a conscience, and the two elders who are traveling with him don't even dare to have anything to do with this person, who is he. ”

Many people looked at Yizhu in surprise, but at this moment, no one dared to step forward and ask Yizhu a few people.

Just when a few people were surprised, the sea of fire in the distance suddenly rioted again.

Feeling the strange phenomenon of the Sea of Flame Bones at this moment, Feng Feixiang didn't think much about dodging and wanted to rush over to find out, the inheritance of the Qingluan Divine Bird would not give up even if he died.

Feng Feixiang was just thinking about something, and the voice of Yizhu instantly sounded in his ears.

"Brother Feng, don't worry, wait a minute. Yizhu frowned and looked into the distance, he always felt that something very strange would happen here, and it was very likely to be dangerous if he made a rash move now.

When the words fell, Yizhu's left foot collapsed slightly, and his body flew quickly towards a mountain peak in the distance, the movement caused just now was too big, and many people had already noticed him, he didn't want to be the target of everyone.