With the sound of "hissing" air tearing, the fan faced the door close to the door, and when there was no room for it, Zhou Yifeng's true yuan flowed, broke free from the shackles, and retreated sharply.

Seeing that the folding fan was about to fail, Ding Yuyang lightly pressed the end of the folding fan in his hand, and several black shadows instantly came out of the fan, still shooting towards Zhou Yifeng's door!

At this time, due to the distance was too close, the long sword in Zhou Yifeng's hand was too late to block, and the hasty retreat seemed to make him unable to retreat, Ding Yuyang showed a hideous smile on his face, it seemed that everything had been settled, and Zhou Yifeng fell into a dead end!

But at this time, Ding Yuyang vaguely seemed to see a wisp of purple light flashing, a few crisp "clanging" sounds, and several black shadows shot out by the folding fan were swept to the ground! Ding Yuyang's face changed greatly, and he threw out a cloud of red mist with his hand, turned around and galloped away.

After Zhou Yifeng summoned the purple lightning to sweep down a few hidden weapons, he waved his hand to disperse the red mist, but found that Ding Yuyang was already dozens of meters away, and he was immediately furious, and stepped out in one step, after a few flashes, the long sword waved, and several wind and thunder blades shot out, sweeping towards Ding Yuyang!

After advancing to the seventh layer of qi refining, Zhou Yifeng felt that the wind and thunder blade seemed to have become much larger, originally only a few feet wide before, but now it was about half a meter!

Ding Yuyang, who was running at great speed, suddenly felt a slight chill behind him, and a crisis made him jump up, and he actually glided in the air like a big bird, and several wind and thunder blades fell short in an instant!

But at this time, Zhou Yifeng chased not far behind Ding Yuyang, and swung out a few wind and thunder blades again, and then a thunder falling technique was sacrificed, Ding Yuyang swung a few times, dodging the wind and thunder blade, but he didn't want a thunderbolt the thickness of chopsticks to fall above his head, and when he found out, he couldn't avoid it, so he could only force forward, but he was still split on his back, and the clothes at the vest suddenly turned into ashes, but Ding Yuyang was not injured!

Zhou Yifeng looked at it intently and found that under Ding Yuyang's coat, there was a thin layer of inner armor, which was neither gold nor jade, shining with a soft silver light!

Although the Wind Thunder Blade and Falling Lightning Technique did not hurt Ding Yuyang, they also slowed down his speed, and in desperation, he could only fall to the ground. Gliding against the wind, for a heaven-level master, the internal force consumption is too great.

After Zhou Yifeng stopped Ding Yuyang, he didn't talk nonsense, the long sword trembled, and the Dao Dao Wind Thunder Blade shot out, crisscrossing Ding Yuyang!

Looking at the seven or eight sword qi that was faintly flashing with thunder light and would not disappear behind the sword, Ding Yuyang's face showed a look of horror, and then he became crazy again, he knew that Zhou Yifeng had moved the killing machine, and if he didn't get it right, he Ding Yuyang might really die here.

A wave of grief and indignation surged in his heart, Ding Yuyang didn't care about those wind and thunder blades, and actually rushed straight to Zhou Yifeng, letting the wind and thunder blades hit his body!

Zhou Yifeng showed a hint of surprise on his face, but then found that those wind and thunder blades only cut through Ding Yuyang's coat, but they couldn't hurt his body, and he immediately knew that the inner armor was probably not an ordinary thing!

Seeing Ding Yuyang rushing in front of him again, Zhou Yifeng's long sword was raised, and without leaving any strength, he slashed down!

Ding Yuyang's face was crazy, the folding fan slammed into the long sword again, and his left hand repeated the old trick, blasting at Zhou Yifeng!

Zhou Yifeng was drumming at this time, and there was no longer the slightest sense of sluggishness, and the long sword changed to a sweep, and a sword shadow swept towards Ding Yuyang's fist. Ding Yuyang saw that his fist could not make a contribution, so he had no choice but to withdraw, and the folding fan was pointed out and covered by Zhou Yifeng. The two of you go back and forth and fight together again.

Zhou Yifeng suddenly remembered the "Nine Swords of the Imperial Wind" left by Mu Qianshan in his mind at this time. At that time, because he was in the sixth layer of qi refining, his true yuan and divine sense were not enough, and he could not cultivate, at this time, he was in the seventh layer of qi refining, could he try it?

With the thought in his heart, Zhou Yifeng's mind suddenly appeared in his mind the key to the first type of wind scroll and the route of the "Nine Swords of the Wind", and then the long sword kept shaking, and one after another wind and thunder blades shot out, which immediately made Ding Yuyang scramble for a while, although he had inner armor to protect his body, it was still painful to hit his body, and he could only passively take precautions.

Looking at the wind and thunder blade that was stimulated, Zhou Yifeng shook his head, this is not a rule at all, and he wanted to use it again, but he found that the true yuan consumption was huge, and his mind moved, a Hui Yuan Dan appeared in his hand, and he instantly put it in his mouth, the wind and thunder blade was stimulated once, Ding Yuyang was almost crazy, this burst of coming, through the inner armor, the body was already in unbearable pain, and the internal organs seemed to be injured!

Zhou Yifeng seemed to be in a daze, and kept casting wind scrolls, and one by one Hui Yuan Dan was put into his mouth like jelly beans, turning into a steady stream of true yuan, and one after another wind and thunder blades appeared chaotically from the tip of the sword!

Although Zhou Yifeng almost fell into a state of demonic dazedness, the wind and thunder blade that was sent out swept towards Ding Yuyang without any deviation, making him tired and unable to fight back, otherwise, I am afraid that he would have been killed by Ding Yuyang.

Just when Ding Yuyang couldn't bear it anymore, he suddenly felt a squeezing force coming, and suddenly he was like a deep quagmire, although it was just a moment, it made his soul fly!

After a pause, there was no wind and thunder blade, Ding Yuyang looked up and saw that Zhou Yifeng seemed to have fallen into a state of epiphany at this time, seeing this opportunity, how could he miss it, puff up the almost dry internal qi, pour it into the folding fan, and smash it into the stunned Zhou Yifeng with all his strength!

At this time, Zhou Yifeng, because he had used the rudimentary form of the wind roll just now, had a hint of enlightenment, and was about to grasp the inspiration, when a burst of wind breaking accompanied by a tingling sensation on his skin made him wake up from his thoughts, and suddenly remembered that he was fighting with Ding Yuyang now! Seeing that the folding fan was about to smash to the top of his head, Zhou Yifeng's heart moved, and he gently spit out two words in his mouth:

"Wind Roll!"

When the folding fan was less than a foot away from the top of his head, Ding Yuyang was horrified to find that he suddenly couldn't move a single inch, and his heart was suddenly horrified.

"Slash!"

Then I saw a flash of purple light, and a purple short sword flew out in an instant, slashing towards his neck! Ding Yuyang's eyes were about to split, but he couldn't move, and he watched the purple short sword slash through, and after a cold slash across his neck, his consciousness fell into a blur, and the last two words in his life came out of his mouth:

"Edgeworth... ！”

A pillar of blood spurted out, and Ding Yuyang's head fell to the ground, and his face still maintained a frightened and unwilling look!

Although Zhou Yifeng said that he had a murderous intention for Ding Yuyang, but looking at the scarlet all over the ground, and Ding Yuyang's headless corpse gushing blood, he couldn't help but feel a sense of vomiting, and hurriedly ran Zhenyuan, forcibly suppressed the churning in his stomach, and threw a fireball over, turning Ding Yuyang's corpse into ashes, which was only slightly better.

A gust of wind blew, leaving a silver-white T-shirt-like dress as thin as a cicada's wings on the ground, which was the inner armor worn by Ding Yuyang. Zhou Yifeng leaned over and picked it up, and swept it with a dust-removing trick, only to see that there was no damage to the inner armor, and he put it into the ring casually.

Taking a few deep breaths of fresh air and slowly stabilizing his mood, Zhou Yifeng galloped away in the direction where Xiaobai disappeared, and his divine consciousness radiated out, looking for Xiaobai's traces. He couldn't wait to know what spiritual object Xiaobai had found that made it appear in such a state!