Yi Yunfei looked at those Di Yunjun who were about to expose themselves, but Shen Nian was exploring farther away, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was a little puzzled.

"Could it be that I guessed wrong, that person from Jade Sword Peak didn't come with them?" Yi Yunfei was thinking about it when he suddenly heard the sound of breaking the sky in the air, and when he looked up, he saw more than a dozen figures coming towards this side at a rapid pace.

The leader was alone, and the sword light flashed under his feet, and he actually came by stepping on the sword. This person has a purple robe, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and looks very handsome, but with a gloomy and cruel perverse atmosphere on his face, people can't have any good feelings.

"Is the Diyun Army really in decline? A team of three hundred people can't take down such a waste, and it is a shame to use human lives to fill it!" The purple-robed young man sneered with a sneer on his face, his body suddenly rose up, and the flying sword under his feet suddenly detached, flying towards Yi Yunfei like a meteor.

The flying sword fell in the blink of an eye, silently, but there was still a distance of more than ten meters from Yi Yunfei, and he felt a pinprick pain all over his body, and the light of the flying sword made him can't help but squint.

The Daguan knife suddenly appeared in his hand, under the gaze of Tianyantong, the flying sword could not be hidden, he swung the knife and slashed, the swords collided, sparks splashed, and there was a soft sound.

The purple-robed young man raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect Yi Yunfei to be able to block the blow of the flying sword, but his expression changed and that's all, and he didn't show too much surprise. Stretched out his hand and used a sword finger, slashed in the air, and pointed at Yi Yunfei.

The flying sword that was knocked away by Yi Yunfei spun in the air, and stabbed towards Yi Yunfei again with long eyes. This time, the flying sword was even more radiant, the dazzling light made it impossible to look at it directly, and it made a sound like a crane roaring through the air, which obviously increased its strength.

"Dang!" There was another soft sound, and the flying sword was still slashed out by Yi Yunfei, but his body shook, beads of sweat kept falling on his forehead, and his face was pale, revealing an obvious decline.

The sneer on the purple-robed young man's face was even worse, his fingers swiped again and again, the flying sword kept spinning, and the tinkling figure sounded like a jade bead plate, as if there was an invisible silk thread connected to the flying sword from his fingers, and every time his fingers moved, the flying sword would hit Yi Yunfei fiercely.

The flying sword attack finally slowed down, Yi Yunfei's ten fingers turned white, and he struggled to stand firm with the Daguan Knife, his eyes were full of unwillingness and anger, and he raised his eyes to look at the purple-robed young man standing in the air.

"Don't worry, I'll let you live for a few days!" The purple-robed young man was confident, took the lead, and approached Yi Yunfei, he wanted to capture Yi Yunfei alive.

More than a dozen figures followed closely behind him, their eyes cold and cruel, in their eyes, Yi Yunfei was already meat on the felt board, and there was no way to escape.

Two thousand meters, one thousand five hundred meters, one thousand meters, five hundred meters.

As the team led by the purple-robed young man got closer and closer, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Yi Yunfei's face.

"It's not good, retreat!" A red-clothed girl who came with the purple-robed young man suddenly jumped in her heart, screamed loudly, and retreated backwards quickly, this person was so young that he was actually a cultivator of the eighth layer of Xuanxuan, and his speed was extremely fast, and he instantly withdrew from a distance of thousands of meters. The others were immediately alert, and just wanted to move back, but they found a strange aura enveloping them, and the surrounding scenery changed, as if they had entered another space.

These people raised their eyes and couldn't see Yi Yunfei anymore. There was a dense figure on his side, all of which were wearing the Taoist robes of Qingyun Sect, but his face was blurry, and he couldn't see who it was at all.

There was no more sound in their ears, shouting the names of their teammates, but they could no longer hear anything but their own. Looking down at his feet, the originally empty underground was actually densely packed with figures shaking.

Yi Yunfei's body suddenly stood up straight, his fierce aura exploded, his complexion quickly returned to ruddy, his long hair was flying, and there was still the slightest sign of weakness.

He took out a square towel from the ring, drenched it with water from the kettle, wiped the blood on his face, and muttered: "This smell of blood is too strong, and you can't use the blood of this wind wolf in the future!"

He took off his robe, revealing a well-proportioned body, where was the slightest injury on his skin except for a few faint white marks?

He has been acting all the time, and he has spent so much effort and so much time, he just wants to scare and hurt these people in Qingyun Sect. He was imprisoned by the formation and couldn't move, his weakness was consumed by the offensive of the Diyun Army, and he was injured by the spear attack, all of which were illusions, and the only purpose was to force the people of Jade Sword Peak to appear.

He is now physically strong, unless the Diyun Army has some other body joint attack formation, otherwise most of these people's cultivation is in the realm of the sixth layer of Tongxuan, how can they hurt him in the slightest?

The hall of Qianjinfang has exploded at this moment, and the scene from the telescope is too shocking. They could see Yi Yunfei wiping his body as if no one was around, changing into clean clothes, and they could also see the figures of the three hundred Diyun Army and more than a dozen Jade Sword Peak disciples in the sky.

But the strange thing was that those people from the Qingyun Sect were at a loss. Some people flew in circles on the spot, some people roared loudly with hideous faces, and some people swung their swords in panic, but no one attacked Yi Yunfei.

"It's the formation, I remember, there was news that Yi Yunfei carved an inscription on the jade that day, and many people didn't take it seriously at that time, thinking that he was playing tricks, but I didn't expect him to really have such attainments in the formation!"

"What kind of formation is this, when it is actually launched, it can trap so many people? That's the disciples of Diyun Jun and Jade Sword Peak!" Someone looked at the scene in front of him dumbfounded, and pinched his arm fiercely, as if in a dream, trying to wake himself up.

Yi Yunfei packed up, changed into clean clothes, looked coldly at the people of Qingyun Sect who were trapped by the formation, and said lightly: "This formation, I named it Kaleidoscope, enjoy it." I said that if you dare to attack me, you will have to pay with your life!"

On a small hill a few kilometers away from the battlefield, hundreds of people were watching the scene on the battlefield in amazement, this hill was the highest place in this wasteland, and almost all the people watching the battle had gathered.

The old man in brown was also in this crowd, the brown robe on his body seemed to have never been changed, he had been wearing it since Yi Yunfei first saw him, but it was still clean, neat and ironed. The old man put his hands behind his back and looked at the battlefield in the distance, his face was a little complicated, some angry, some painful, and more of a lonely depression.

The surrounding crowd didn't see how his cultivation was, but instinctively stayed away from him, and some people occasionally glanced sideways, and could vaguely feel bursts of palpitating aura fluctuations emanating from him, unconsciously moving their feet, farther away from him.

"It's really old, and I'm getting more and more forward-looking!" the old man smiled self-deprecatingly, his eyes turned to the battlefield again, his brows furrowed tightly, his fists clenched tightly, his fingers turned white, and after a while, he finally gritted his teeth and turned away.

Yi Yunfei sat cross-legged, the ground around his body was covered with crystal spirit stones, and the mid-level spirit stones exuded a brilliant light. In front of him, there were forty-nine pieces of jade like a chessboard, and the ten fingers were linked, and the magic trick was played quickly, and the jade flew up in the air, spinning rapidly.

With his movements, the trajectories of those Jade Sword Peak disciples flying wildly in the sky began to change, as if they had seen some terrifying scene, and the weapons in their hands slashed indiscriminately in front of them with all their might.

And they didn't know that the target of the weapon slashing was their companions, or the people of the Diyun Army, or the people of the Jade Sword Peak.

The sound of weapons entering the flesh continued to sound, and countless Qingyun Sect disciples were entangled together, as if they regarded the same sect in front of them as a great enemy of life and death, attacking with all their might, the blood light continued from the sky to the ground, and the screams came and went.

The hall of Qianjinfang fell into a dead silence at this moment, everyone looked at the image in front of them in a cold sweat, and many people would be awakened from their dreams by this hellish scene on earth many years later.

Weapons slashing, punching and kicking, and even biting with teeth, the people of Qingyun Sect seemed to have gone crazy. Confused by the formation, they didn't know that the opponent they injured or even killed was their fellow disciple, and every time someone was killed by them, they would even have a weird smile of relief on their faces.

Everyone shuddered at what was happening here.