The picturesque lush willows are gently vibrating, looking so beautiful that people are addicted to them and want to linger. It's just that Yi Yunfei has already become vigilant, and Tianyantong has unfolded with all his strength, seeing through everything, and every willow leaf is a sword light in his eyes.

At this moment, the sword light was directing, and the strong killing intent made people's hearts tremble, and Yi Yunfei felt a pinprick pain everywhere all over his body, like purgatory. Fang Jianhong's phantom of entering the gods, if you can't see through it, you will die in a daze, and you won't feel any pain, once you see through it, this kind of sword intent that goes straight to the heart can make people feel like they are in purgatory.

"An ant is an ant after all, even if you have some skills, what if you see it through, it can only make you wail in front of this unbridgeable chasm. Fang Jianhong's artistic conception was about to be completed, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and the victory ticket was in his hand.

The willow leaves, like green jade, trembled more and more violently, and the green light shone brightly. The next moment, it seemed that he was about to leave those willow branches and fall with the wind. Yi Yunfei knew that once these willow leaves fell, what he would face was a sword intent attack in the sky, not only him, but even the three hundred disciples of Yi Yunzong who were with him, I am afraid that none of them would be spared.

Shen Nian had already felt those willow leaves killing machine, and began to continuously trigger the Nine Turns Ruyi Bead, hoping to summon the golden armor state. It's just that although the probability of the golden armor state being summoned is much greater after the bloodline is raised, there is still no particularly obvious rule, and at this moment, in a hurry, I have tried hundreds of times, and it seems that it is becoming more and more difficult to trigger.

Yi Yunfei's face was solemn, the power of the field of the cultivator was greatly beyond his expectations, the other party just relied on the phantom of the willow tree, and forced him into a desperate situation, if it weren't for the mysterious sword shadow in his divine thoughts, he was afraid that he would have been killed under Fang Jianhong's sword at this moment.

Fang Jianhong had a playful look on his face, he was not in a hurry to launch an offensive, like a cat playing with a mouse, watching Yi Yunfei's face become more and more ugly with interest, watching the fine cold sweat on his forehead continue to break out.

And at this moment, he found that Yi Yunfei suddenly looked closely behind him, his eyes were surprised, and he whispered: "Old man, why are you here?"

"Haha, Yi Yunfei, you are also the sect master of a sect, you actually play such a child's trick, do you think I will believe it?" Fang Jianhong laughed, with an unmoved look, and sneered loudly.

It's just that Yi Yunfei has been turning the tables countless times, and he has always been extremely strong, and he has never heard of him playing this trick. Although Fang Jianhong didn't believe it, his divine thoughts couldn't help but sweep behind him.

Behind him was the small mountain bag where many spectators had gathered, and on the mountain bag, many people were looking at the battle here with blank eyes. The means of entering the realm of gods have exceeded the understanding of too many people, and many people have not understood it at all.

Fang Jianhong sneered, proud in his heart, his cultivation into the gods, in his opinion, was enough to be proud of the world. These crowds of spectators, in his eyes, are not much different from a group of ants!

Soon, the sword finger in his hand suddenly slammed, and his body trembled slightly. He saw a pair of clear eyes, which were looking at him calmly with pity, as if they had seen through all the secrets of him.

It was an old man who was not very tall, but when that ordinary face met his eyes, it was like a thunderbolt bombarding his heart.

"Is your name Fang Jianhong? Yes, you will be a disciple of Jade Sword Peak in the future, work hard!" That year, the owner of these eyes gently held his hand, and in the envious eyes of countless people, he stepped through the steps and entered the pride of the entire Qingyun Sect, Jade Sword Peak. His hand was warm and powerful, making Fang Jianhong feel extremely reassured.

"Xiao Fang, there are thousands of paths of cultivation, and the path that belongs to you is the strongest one. I don't think it's ridiculous about the willow branch you copied, but I'm very pleased, and you don't care about other people's eyes, I'm very optimistic about you!" That year, it was still that person, wearing a brown shabby robe, looking at him gently, and he was young because he was made fun of because he was a willow branch.

"Jianhong, your master is gone, but I'm still here, from now on, I will be your master!" That year, he looked at the back of the shabby brown robe, and kept crying, his master fought a bitter battle with the life and death enemy of the Qingyun Sect, and finally died. It's still this person, holding his hand and pushing all the way, countless masters on the other side were killed by him with a wave of his hand, if it weren't for the mediation of the Zhongzhou Sect, I'm afraid that the sect would have disappeared that day.

At that time, he was full of admiration and respect for this man, as if he was the most powerful man in the world, and he hoped that this person could help his master avenge and hate the man who raised him.

But as time passed, this worship and respect gradually turned into a kind of resentment and fear.

"Jianhong, I will hand over the Jade Sword Peak to you, and our master and apprentice will work together to carry forward the Qingyun Sect!" The man's eyes were bright, his face was smiling, and he gently handed a sword-shaped jade token into his hand, and said softly, full of anticipation. It's just that he didn't notice the trace of resentment on the face of the young man in front of him when he was attached to salute.

"Jianhong, I'm old, there are not many longevity left, I'm afraid that the Qingyun Sect will be in your hands in the future, don't be obsessed with hatred. Hundreds of years have passed in the past, and the living people still have to continue to live, develop and strengthen the Qingyun Sect, and also allow your master to smile at Jiuquan!" That day he finally discovered that the person who seemed to never fall down was a little rickety, crumbling, and weak that he couldn't believe it.

"Master took me out of the ruins of the Green Willow Sect and raised me for more than ten years, how could I not take revenge for such a great revenge? But you have never asked me what I think, what is the use of leaving a sect that can't even avenge the blood of its disciples?" That day, he roared wildly at him, as if squeezing out hundreds of years of resentment from his heart and lungs.

At that moment, the old face was stunned, and a painful light flashed in his somewhat cloudy eyes. He didn't have any unbearability in his heart, looking at this old man who was so weak that it seemed that he could be blown down by a gust of wind, his heart was full of happiness after venting.

That is, from that day on, he vaguely felt that the old man seemed to be deliberately avoiding him, and he thought that the position of the sect master was nine out of ten, but there was no news. He sneered, he disdained, he stood proudly, and smiled at those Qingyun Sect disciples who were loyal to him: "Qingyun Sect Master, who else is me?"

Today, he saw that figure again, his waist was as straight as a javelin, his eyes were clear and clear, and his face was ruddy, and there was not the slightest sign of old age? His heart trembled, and the fear he had not seen for a long time came back to his heart, and he forgot that he was in the midst of a great battle at this moment, and in his eyes and in his heart, there was only that face that could never be forgotten.

The master of the Qingyun Sect, half out of the Jade Sword Peak, and half of the support of the elders, he seems to control everything in the Qingyun Sect. Breaking through into the realm of gods at a young age, the unique artistic conception of green willows is proud, and the general master is like an ant in his eyes.

But in the face of such an unremarkable-looking old man, he was short of breath, pale, and his heart was shaken, and he felt a sense of powerlessness.

The sharp pain in his chest made all his thoughts dissipate, and he looked at the deeply sunken fist marks on his chest in disbelief. The moment he lowered his head, red blood spurted out of his mouth and sprinkled all over his clothes. He roared and looked up, and what he saw was Yi Yunfei's incredulous gaze.

Yi Yunfei was really cheating, he was driven to a desperate situation, he just had the attitude of giving it a try, wanting to delay a little time, hoping to take the opportunity to trigger the state of the golden armor. But he didn't expect Fang Jianhong to really be sluggish, under the suppression of the Divine Field, the Divine Foot Pass could only move a distance of a few meters, and it took him three times before he rushed to Fang Jianhong's body and smashed Fang Jianhong into the chest with a fierce punch.

The skill of the eighth layer of Tongxuan, the strength of more than 300,000 catties, bombarded Fang Jianhong's chest without reservation, and the emaciated figure was bombarded backwards, and several soft sounds of broken bones came after this punch.

Yi Yunfei was also stunned, he didn't expect things to go so smoothly, he looked at his fists in disbelief, his eyes were weird. You must know that he is facing a master who is fascinated by most people, and at this moment, he let him punch his chest without any counterattack!

"You lied to me, you actually lied to me!" What surprised Yi Yunfei even more was that Fang Jianhong roared heartbreakingly, like crying and complaining, his eyes were red, his black hair fluttering, and he looked crazy.

"Kill, kill all of you!" Fang Jianhong saw Yi Yunfei who was still approaching him in mid-air, as if he had found the direction to vent, the sword fingers in his hand danced like phantoms, and the criss-crossing sword intent suddenly poured towards Yi Yunfei like a hundred birds returning to their nests.

Although Yi Yunfei seriously injured Fang Jianhong with one punch, the huge willow tree in the sky did not change in the slightest, even the slender willow leaves on the willow branches, the sword intent did not dissipate in the slightest, and at this moment, under his operation, all condensed.

The unprecedented sense of crisis made Yi Yunfei's scalp tingle, although under the eyes of the sky, those sword lights that ordinary people couldn't figure out the trajectory at all were clearly seen by him, but he had no way to defend himself.

"Go!" a quaint ring appeared in the air, growing larger in the wind, and blasted towards him. This is the Heaven Breaking Ring that he got in Nanguang City, Yi Yunfei has no magic trick to manipulate magic weapons, he can only explore it by himself, and the power of the Sky Breaking Ring is not as good as Qin Chongyu's original use.

The basin-sized sky-breaking ring silently dissolved into pieces and dissipated piece by piece. Immediately, another statue flew out of Yi Yunfei's hand, although the statue was somewhat damaged, but it was powerful, and it was slashed down with a knife in the wind, and the knife wind was terrible, very terrifying.

This is the sacred statue that Yi Yunfei got from the Divine Gate, at that time, he had the help of the Heavenly Eye, and he saw the method of driving clearly, although he was not proficient, but he still exerted eighty percent of the power of this statue.