"I, Jiang Meng, won't admit defeat so easily!" Jiang Meng was already full of anger at the moment, and he no longer had the slightest demeanor of a master, maybe this was his original face.

He was not convinced, Yizhou monk he had seen too much, and he had never been an enemy, but today he was played by the opponent in front of him, and he felt that the eyes of those watching the battle around him were pierced on his body like steel needles, making his blood surge for a while. In his senses, those eyes, whether benign or malicious, seemed to laugh at him coldly.

"You can't beat me, why bother!" Yi Yunfei frowned slightly, he had already figured out Jiang Meng's exercises, he wanted to make the other party retreat, but he didn't expect the other party to want to entangle.

"Ask the Heavenly Sword Technique, the Nine Swords are out!" And Jiang Meng didn't plan to say more to Yi Yunfei at all, the magic trick in his hand kept playing, and three flying swords appeared again, plus Fang Cai's six flying swords, there were already nine flying swords behind him at this moment.

Yi Yunfei saw it really, the control of these nine flying swords had exceeded Jiang Meng's limit, and Jiang Meng's ruddy face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What's the trouble!" Yi Yunfei sighed lightly, he didn't have any hatred with Jiang Meng, and the other party's fighting spirit was so strong, he also admired it a little. But at the same time, he couldn't understand the opponent's carelessness and recklessness, he didn't even understand the opponent's cultivation level, and he began to work hard after a little setback.

[Nine Swords Coming Out] This move is indeed terrifying, the nine flying swords under the blessing of Jiang Meng's exercises, emitting a dazzling light, like stars in the sky, it is not clear where these flying swords are, it seems that the entire space has been shrouded by these flying swords.

The whistling sound came from all directions, this sword move was already very perfect, whether it was sword light, breath, or sound, it had achieved the effect of confusing the public, if the cultivation was slightly weaker, or the cultivation was an opponent equivalent to Jiang Meng, when encountering such a move, there was no other choice than hard fighting.

It's a pity that Jiang Meng's luck is very bad, he has never used this trick before, and in his opinion, once it is used, it will definitely be famous all over the world. The ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny, because he met Yi Yunfei.

"One, two, three, four...... Seven, eight, nine!" Jiang Meng only heard Yi Yunfei count nine at the fastest speed in the sword light, and then as he counted, there were nine sounds of gold and iron clashing.

"Go down!" Then came to Jiang Meng's ears, Yi Yunfei snorted softly, and then a force of vigor came towards him, he didn't have any resistance at all, and his feet retreated uncontrollably step by step, until he reached the edge of the ring, and then stepped into the air and fell down.

He wanted to resist, he wanted to volley into the air, but no sooner had the thought arisen than a strong wind fell overhead, swatting him to the ground like a mosquito.

The posture was very unsightly, and he wanted to lie on the ground like a gecko. It's not that he doesn't want to get up, but the strong wind behind him still doesn't stop, pressing him to the ground, he doesn't have any strength to struggle, he can't even move a finger.

"I said that you can't beat it, if you don't believe it, I'll give it back to you!" Yi Yunfei's voice came from above his head, and then a clanging sound sounded around him, and at this moment, the strong wind disappeared, and he was finally able to move his head, and when he turned his head, he saw that his nine flying swords were thrown by Yi Yunfei beside him one by one.

He only understood at this moment that Yi Yunfei had counted nine numbers, and those nine numbers represented that the other party had reached out and grabbed all the nine flying swords he controlled in his hand.

The crowd around the ring was silent, and they didn't know what kind of sound to make to describe the mood at this time. Although Zhongzhou is very large, the reputation of the Jiang family is indeed not small, and many people know how terrifying the Jiang family's [Asking Heaven Sword Technique] is, but they watched Yi Yunfei easily knock the most dazzling genius children of the younger generation of the Jiang family into the dust.

Yi Yunfei estimated that Jiang Meng would not be entangled anymore, shook his sleeves, and looked at the Zhongzhou monk in the audience, he raised his head slightly, and was just about to say his cultivation realm, but another monk in the crowd rose into the air and jumped towards the ring.

Yi Yunfei smiled bitterly, is this a gourd baby saving grandpa?

"Zhongzhou Yue family, Yue Qingyang, come to challenge!" came a slightly chubby young monk, dressed in the same dark color clothes, his eyes swept over Jiang Meng, who was struggling to get up on the ground, with disdain.

"Is Yue Qingyang here too? Why didn't I see him make a move some time ago? I didn't expect the youngest Wang Realm monk of the Yue family to actually come, this time I'm just afraid that this Yizhou monk is in danger!" Those monks in Zhongzhou seemed to have regained their confidence and began to talk to each other.

"I estimate that this Yizhou monk is only afraid that he will lose this time, in a place like Yizhou, a royal realm monk can dominate one side, this Yizhou monk doesn't look like he has a royal realm cultivator!" Many Zhongzhou monks nodded in agreement, in their eyes, the overall level of Yizhou monks is very low, and it is difficult for a king realm monk to appear.

"Don't you want to ask me what kind of cultivation I have?" Yi Yunfei asked very sincerely.

"If you think it's unfair, I can give you a stick of incense time to recover, don't say that I, the Zhongzhou monk, bullied you with wheel warfare. Yue Qingyang sneered and said lightly.

Yi Yunfei was just about to speak, Yue Qingyang's eyes swept over him coldly, and he said confidently: "But no matter what realm you are, this time the battle in the ring will basically be over when you meet me, I won't keep my hand, it's still too late to admit defeat at this moment!"

"The genius of the Yue family, really domineering, entered the king realm at the age of twenty-one to cultivate, and there are few opponents among his peers, he is indeed worthy of pride, this Yizhou monk is going to be unlucky!"

"Alas, you're so confident, I'm embarrassed to beat you when I say it!" Yi Yunfei sighed bitterly and walked towards Yue Qingyang.

"Take out your weapon, I, Yue Qingyang, will use weapons when I fight against anyone, so you'd better take out your weapon, otherwise don't feel unfair after you lose!" Yue Qingyang's hand shook and took out a Zhangba spear from the space ring.

The spear was in his hand, Yue Qingyang held the spear in both hands, and when he shook it, there was a loud bang, and the air above the ring seemed to be shaken by the spear, making a buzzing sound.

"It's kind of interesting!" Yi Yunfei originally didn't like this kind of pretending to be a coercive person, and he wanted to knock this person out of the ring with one move, but at this moment, when he saw him make a move, he saw that he was happy again, and his [I Ching Immortal Classic] needed to be supplemented by various exercises.

"Let's start!" Yi Yunfei smiled and said lightly.

"Kill!" Yue Qingyang didn't have any extra nonsense, his spear shook, and he slashed towards Yi Yunfei. The spear of the Yue family had a strong killing aura, and the air was faintly red when he shot it, and it seemed to exude a burst of bloody smell.

"This Yue Qingyang's exercises are too domineering, and it is said that the opponents who fight against him are either dead or injured. This Yizhou monk also fell into blood mold, and he actually provoked this person to make a move!"

"Not necessarily, the Yizhou monk's body technique is too weird, Yue Qingyang's exercises are domineering, but the speed is not fast, whether he can hit the opponent is not certain!"

"Hehe, don't you know this? Exercises and spells are all superficial practices, while truly advanced exercises are all overwhelming people with power. The most powerful part of this Yue Qingyang's exercises is not his strength and moves, but his potential. Ordinary weak-willed monks, let alone fighting back, can block the kind of momentum that is like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood drowning people, which is already very good. Some monks smiled, he knew more about Yue Qingyang, and knew where Yue Qingyang's exercises were really powerful.

"I heard that many monks who have fought with the monks of the Yue family have become crazy in the end, but I didn't know what the reason was before, but now it seems that the real power of the Yue family's exercises turned out to be like this!"

"How can this be?" During the discussion, an exclamation came from the side, and several people looked at the ring, only to find that the two people fighting in front of them were already deadlocked in the ring.

Yue Qingyang's spear, which seemed to be able to beat the mountain peaks to the point of cracking, was being held in Yi Yunfei's hand at this moment.

Yue Qingyang, who was holding the spear in both hands, his face turned red, the muscles on his arms were agitated, and his blood was rushing, and he could see at a glance that he was running the exercises with all his strength, trying to break free the spear from Yi Yunfei's hands.

On the other hand, Yi Yunfei was still so breezy and calm, he even used only one hand, his back was straight, and the other hand was casually behind his back, looking at Yue Qingyang in front of him with fire-breathing eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" Yue Qingyang regained his composure slightly, his eyes flashed with resentment, and he asked in a cold voice.

"How many people have you killed after practicing this technique?" Yi Yunfei asked in a cold voice with a cold gaze. He originally wanted to observe the uniqueness of Yue Qingyang's technique, but after only a moment of effort, he was no longer interested in watching it.

Because he had already seen that the Yue family's so-called power and so-called murderous aura were not cultivated by virtue of exercises. He seemed to smell the smell of blood on Yue Qingyang's body, which was so strong that it couldn't be dissolved.

A fire of ignorance burned in his heart, Yi Yunfei decisively stretched out his hand, and grabbed the tip of Yue Qingyang's spear very casually.